Magic of the Crazy Variety

Well, I'm sorry this is a little late, and I'm sorry if this feels a little rushed (I have to leave for a Nova basketball game soon), but I feel this past day has been most intriguing food wise, and I hope you agree.

Naturally, I had no breakfast, for I had no desire to get cancer. So I woke up a little before 11, got dressed, and went on over to my first class a little after 12. Class was fun and boring all at the same time. I just wanted to finish up my two classes, and then eat to my heart's delight all weekend. After Spanish, my dear friend Jakob had to leave for Philadelphia via train to pick up his sister. You see, it's "Little Wildcat Weekend" here, and you're supposed to bring in your syblings and let them see college life. Well, Susan had little interest in this, and decided to go corousing in the mountains, skiing with the Maple Point Ski Team and Dan Coleman. Pffff. Fine, I don't need a sister.

Lunch:
I grab a tuna hoagie from the Connelly Center after class, pick up my ticket for the Nova game, and head back down to the dorm. I soon see that a bunch of my hallmates are congested in the corridors, so I forgo my room and drive straight over to them. It seems they want to go get their tickets to the basketball game. Oh wow! It was then that I decided to eat my tuna hoagie right there in the hallway. It was delicious.

I accompany Third Floor Dan, Bob, and Vinny over to Jake Nevin once again, so that 3FD can get his ticket. Afterwards, we head back to Connelly to get milkshakes. Awesome. By the time we get back to McGuire, it's almost time for my radio show. I take a look at my decimated computer file collection, and see if there's any remnants of my music that I want to play. Jakob and his sister arrive shortly before my departure and I ask her what she thinks of Davy Jones. She says, "I hate him." This girl has already struck a bad chord with me...

The radio show speaks for itself for all who listened. I feel it was an excellent (Metroid) fusion of crazy music and crazy banter. Afterwards, Cory and I meet the gang at the Connelly Center (again!) for dinner.

Dinner:
I had a Fried Chicken Sandwhich, fries, and a Pepsi... all so wonderful, that is, until Vinny knocked MY soda down and it spilled all over MY plate of food! Fuck! Goddamm Italians and their unneccesarrily vibrant hand motions! Errgg! Well, all was forgiven when we realized that a magic show was about to take place in the Connelly Center. It must be some special event for the Little Wildcat Weekend. Oh joy! Well his name was Jim Carroll, and he has some show on NBC, and he claimed to be a "crazy" magician. It was spectacular. I even got to be a volunteer for one of his tricks. He put a plunger on my head (the hell?). There will soon be pictures on Facebook! Tricks he did involved throwing a deck of cards at an innocent girl, and having some guy rub a random girl's leg to gain "static electricity." It was CRAZY. Afterwards, we were all granted free Domino's pizza, but it was a little cold.

It was CRAZY.

-Professor Nesto