Live From Pomona, CA: Mr GXL

I just got out of my math class; FUCK how I'd forgotten how fucking boring math is. Don't get me wrong, it's not hard, it's just very tedious. I am very close to changing my major, I know I won't be able to stand four years of math. If I do change my major I have pinned down three options:

1. Political Science
2. Business Administration, emphasis on Computer Information Systems
3. Journalism

Anyhow, I don't feel like going into detail right now. I'm currently sitting outside of the place with all the restaurants (at the edge of the Quad, by the pancakes). About, twenty yards behind me is a tent set up by one of the many fraternities. Surprisingly they are quiet, unlike another tent about sixty yards away which is blasting some bumpin' (shitnifirous) R&B. Is Glenn going to join a frat? STAY TUNED. (No. not at all)
Up next for me is English 104. I think I was supposed to read something but I'm not sure and frankly I don't care (UPDATE 8:29PM : Yes, I was. No I did not. We were quizzed on the reading. Why yes I probably Failed.)
I really like this place and it's relaxed attitude. That's all I feel like writing now. I'm going to go eat lunch.

Don't Panic

I am currently working on a new layout for this holy site. That is the reason I haven't written anything new in a long, long, time. Well, rephrase: That is the reason I haven't posted anything new in a long, long, time. I have, in fact, written a few "pieces" (im so artistic all of a fucking sudden). Anyhow... shalom.

Currently Listening to: Portishead

Classic Me: I Visited Woodbury University and All I Got Was This Folder

Modern Day Glenn Writes: I wrote this sometime in May of 2003. I was a sophomore in Downtown Magnets High School. I hated the class I wrote this for with a passion. I was an asshole back then as you can tell while reading it. Not one thing has been changed or edited since I wrote it. Enjoy.

It was May 11, 2003 AD. We [the AVID class (sophomores and freshmen) and some seniors] went on a little fieldtrip to Woodbury University in Burbank. Woodbury specializes in business, fashion and architecture. This left me out.

Woodbury is a small private university in Burbank, California. The total cost of attending Woodbury is about $30,000 if you live on-campus.

When we got there, we were escorted into a room. It was filled with chairs. Each chair had a folder filled with Woodbury propaganda. The room, which was approximately 20ft x 100ft, had the image above almost everywhere. We were forced to sit and listen to a lady who was so excited she was in charge of the fashion programme that it was scary. She played us a video of the previous year Woodbury ‘Fashion’ Show. She took about one hour of my life that I could have wasted thinking of a better title for this essay. After she was over, we were split into two groups and taken on a campus tour.

Woodbury is pretty small. There are about two big buildings and 20-something bungalows. Before its erection as a university, the Woodbury campus was an all girls Catholic school. It has one soccer field and not a single basketball court. What once was the gym has been turned into a building, you can still see the basketball court lines in the hallways.

After an hour of walking we were taken to the same room were we had started. But now we had to listen to the man in charge of the Business programme. He talked, talked, talked and not to forget talked. His monologue might had been interesting if he had not use all these annoying clichés.

After another hour we were taken to the student cafeteria. Their system towards us was: You get one free meal, refills or extras are not free. That didn’t stop us, we had pockets. Thirty minutes of lunch and we were back on the bus, going back to school.

It was a good field trip, A nice excuse to skip first and third period.

An Embarrassing Confession

I have to admit something that is somewhat embarrassing: When I was about eight years old I was a big Baywatch fan. Please don't laugh. I used to actually watch the show for it's complex and unique dramatic story lines and not because of the constant barrage of tits and ass from the many gorgeous and gifted actresses that ever dawned the classic red "Los Angeles County Life Guard" one-piece bathing suit. I reiterate: I was eight years old. I still watch the show occasionally when my TV tuner happens to land nonchalantly on Spike TV, but of course the only reason I watch now is for the constant barrage of tits and ass. No one, not even myself (and I'm a very gullible person), would believe otherwise.