As I thumbed through the pamphlet for last Tuesday's undergraduate conference a realization hit me. Going to a school like Whitman, a liberal arts school, it's not really what you study that is important, it's how you study it. The method is what is taught and critiqued. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with this, but it definetly allows for some random ass shit that some might consider, oh how do you say, TOTALLY FUCKING POINTLESS, to be overly scrutinized. This led me to the conclusion that there is a good chance that a lot of what we study is total bs. I really wish there was a way to test this theory by writing some philosophy "text" in like 35 minutes while fucked up outta my mind, then give it to a class of really "smart" people and make them write academic papers about it just to see what amazing analysis would come of this. Then it occured to me that the complete logical mandelian extension of this would be to take a fuckin nasty dump somewhere and make people write about that, then present my study of that to the undergraduate conference.
A few days ago me and the Gus-man decided to look back in the fridge more than the 6 or so inches at the front where we keep all of our food (we are some of the only monstro residents who actually eat here). What we found shocked and awed. Sarah, Kaylin, and Marta's food from last semester was still chillin back there. Drew is in Seattle today but when he gets back I will have him post the pics of some of the shit we pulled out because it was like a button activator for our gag reflexes. Think 3 inches of thick mold resembling desert cacti grass flowers with fresh bean and corns underneath it. Also salmon flavored cream cheese.
Last night was Casino Night in which I did only okay at, leaving me with three raffle tickets, all of which I put in the bin to win a tent. I didn't know you had to put your name on the tickets, which you sholdn't have had to since the tickets had numbers on them. ANyways, they miraculously called a no name ticket and were about to dq it when I asserted myself and rightfully claimed my tent. Now I can just live in the front yard of the monstro and throw shit at Stiles' window, which has been the goal all along after all.
We "baby-proofed" our house for the frisbee party we are having tonight so hopefully Drew can post some pictures of that too.
I'm running for ASWC President so hopefully all the faithful readers of the Monstro Blog will support me from wherever you are, the election will be online all day on Tuesday, April 12 and you should have info about it in your email, if not, bugger off.
I left behind yogurt (which was buried two weeks into the semester), peanut butter from Andy's, and orange bread. But I thought of all these things as housewarming gifts.
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