Chicken Bacon Ranch.

Also known as the best end to any day. Your day could be good, bad, or anywhere in between...chicken bacon ranch makes it just a little better. Luckily, the weather proved to be just as beautiful as yesterday's, so today realistically wasn't so bad to begin with. Of course, there was the loss to Orange. But that's life...I experienced UConn winning a championship once in my time here and that's all I could have asked for. I'll never forget how great March was last year, the campus was insane. Everyone was on the Kemba Walker train and loving it. It's part of what made junior year here fun, of course participating in the shenanigans of a suite with 5 other guys was also a good time. Sure, sometimes I was the kid getting pranked. Either way, things were always exciting. You always had people to eat with, always had people to play video games with, drink with, anything. Living with frat guys didn't exactly hurt for knowing what was going on for the weekends either. Sure, it proved to be distracting from schoolwork. And sure, my lifestyle this year has brought my GPA up and showed me the difference between working hard and being lazy. I guess that's how it's supposed to be. The older you get, the more you mature. The more you realize you need to get your shit done, and the value of doing so. That being said, I thought my last semester would be easier with just 12 credits. But of course, that isn't the case. I guess an engineering student about to graduate SHOULD be working hard. But dammit, I should be able to have senioritis without any consequences.

Spring break starts tomorrow after my last class. Some people have already headed out for home/their trips, while others anxiously await a week in some form of paradise. As for me, I'll be here until Saturday before I head home for my dad's birthday. I'll work on some schoolwork and go to planet fitness until heading to Binghamton on Thursday, where I'll see my friends. I love my trips to Binghamton. They party way later than UConn does, no one even goes out until midnight. I like it better, because I don't feel rushed to pregame. Taxis are nice too, because who needs to worry about sober drivers when there's guys begging to drive you downtown for a buck a person. Oh, and they HAVE a downtown. A change of setting will do me some good I think. I love UConn, but damnit this winter has been depressing.

So what's the deal with frat parties. Assuming you are a guy who isn't in a frat and actually gets into one of their parties, it means you must know the right people. Most frats here are full of preppy white waste products who have trouble communicating with anyone outside their own greek letters. Good luck with that mentality in the real world bros, you'll need it. Anyway, luckily I know some people. So frat parties. You've got your overly drunk freshmen who either pass out there or have to be sent home early. Then you've got the kids who look nervous the entire time, like someone is constantly going to fight them. I can't count how many times someone bumped into me and profusely apologized as if I was about to beat them senseless. Relax, guys. Of course, then you find the guys who actually will fight you if you bump into them. Get a life, guys. As for the girls. similar cliques to the bars, but usually not old enough to get into them. To be honest, I thought the bar would be the greatest thing in the world. Even as a senior, I like parties more. Probably because it's cheaper, and for some reason people are friendlier.

I'm tired, I've got work to do. And my sandwich is staring at me. So for now I'm done. Song of the day, in honor of graduating in two months (hopefully) and because it was my high school graduation song as well.

Peace out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnQ8N1KacJc&ob=av3e