Friedrich

Who the hell is this Friedrich Alexander guy who's following us? What's with the name Friedrich? Is he German? Dutch? Is he Dutch South African like my girlfriend? If I talked to him would I get the faint notion that he's mildly racist? Alexander, is that his middle name? How is he following us? Does he read the blogposts because he's interested in collegiate creative writing? Or did he just subscribe in an attempt to make himself feel more literate? Does he actually follow us? Is he crawling around above the ceiling panels while we're in class? Is HE the one who rearranges the chairs after we've gone? Or is that professor McCaughey? Should that really be her responsibility? Does everyone else stay and help her put the desks back while i'm the douche bag who leaves as soon as class is over? Is Friedrich a douche bag? Is he a Deutsch bag? Has anyone else looked at his picture and noticed it's hard to make out his face? Is he a ginger like I think he is? Does he have a soul? Why, whenever i see a redhead with freckles do I think of Dr. Moreau? Has anyone else noticed that he looks like a cast member of one of those late 80's early 90's prep school movies where the kids "fight the system" and stand on their desks or sue the school or some shit at the end? Does anyone else give a shit? No, probably not. I'm suffering through bronchitis right now and this post is probably being fueled by the massive amounts of cough syrup I've been consuming lately. That and the Milk Tart Klariska made me, whatever the hell was in it, it did NOT taste good. If a South African ever asks you if you want a Milk Tart, the answer better be "hell no." Because, not only am i coughing up lung butter something fierce, but I've got the strangest feeling like tomorrow morning is going to hold a whole new adventure into the realm of consequences to eating foreign cuisine. All this on top of my dog acting clinically depressed, which is strangely making me re-think my outlook on life. Probably another byproduct of the "Tussin."

D. Ryan