Meet Rupret.

Meet Rupret. That's his picture up above. Rupret among other things is the mischevious part of my personality. Isn't he handsome. Rupret surfaces in my life when I get bored. Take today for example. I got bored and Rupret decided to go to psychology class early and flip all the desks over just to see what everyone would do. The funny thing is that everybody in the class is standing outside the classroom all trying to figure out who did it. I'm looking at them right now. A couple people tried to pin the crime on me and I could in complete honesty say that it wasn't. It was Rupret. I didn't tell them that. I just denied it. What does this mean about students at Gardner-Webb? I think it means that they are lazy and use any excuse they can to get out of class. All the students kept talking about how they were'nt going to go into the classroom and flip all the desks over. Maybe it means students at Gardner-Webb don't have logical reasoning skills. If everyone went into the classroom they would only have to flip the desk over that they were sitting in. It was funny and fun. Kudos to Rupret.

I am definetly not doing very good in my classes right now. I'm behind on all my school work and I just keep dropping further and further into the black beast of apathys mouth. The thing is, is that I will near the end of this semester freak out at my low grades and scrammble like a mad man to bring my grades up to at least a C average. It really isn't a great system. I need a knew one. I guess I just don't care about my classes that don't pertain to my major. I feel like I'm wasting time spending money and resources studying things I won't use in my workfield. I really do not need to know about Sigmund Freuds theories on how every child is sexually attracted to the opposite sex parent in order to be a good actor. Freud was a freak!

I'm thinking about starting an underground fight club. I tried one time in my hometown and apparently there is a lack of people who want to join a club where you will definetly get punched in the face. I know, lame. I'm also thinking about being a rapper and rapping about the things I know. It would be comical and I wouldn't even be trying. Well I know that this post hasn't been very interesting, but I have to go. See ya.