Usually the last week of January is fairly uneventful, but last week was nothing short of a marathon. That snow day really got people fired up, and once you commit to that day drinking marathon on Wednesday, you have pretty much inevitably committed to a five day weekend. And when the Superbowl is that following Sunday, there is a pretty good chance that you won't be getting that weekend homework done til Monday night.
Well flash forward to now, this moment. Happy Groundhog day everyone! Today our furry friend will emerge from his hole...and if he was like me this morning he will stumble right back inside, and say why the fuck is it so bright out. Then his hangover will kick in, he will drink a rockstar and make the miserable trek to class. Alas, I am no groundhog, so let's see if it will be an early spring or if the outdoor day parties will continue to be a slush filled event...
"Groundhog predicts 6 more weeks of winter!" Some shitty small town in Pennsylvania has reported that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and ran back into his hole because he is a raging coward...or maybe he is just lazy. But, nevertheless, it appears that this will not be an early spring, but I can assure you that it will not influence my drinking habits in the slightest. In fact I have heard a few people in the talks of getting Lake Monroe Pontoon boats for Valentine's Day...what is more romantic than wearing dry suits in the middle of the lake drinking Jager to keep warm? You are right, taking your girlfriend to see the awesome new remake of Friday the 13th would be slightly more impressive. Orrr, you could take her to see My Bloody Valentine 3D...
But we are getting away from the true spirit of the day...this fat fluffball has become a celebrity by doing nothing other than waking up on the same day every year and then deciding to go back to bed...Larkin does this act every fucking day, and he isn't celebrated one bit! I would love to become famous by doing nothing other than just existing...that would be commendable. Then again, how famous is this little rat? Because I hypothesize that way more people knew that there was an all new episode of gossip girl on tonight, and few knew of Mr. Phil's prediction.
See ya out there.
