Ok, so I lost everything on that stupid pacific poker game. Get used to loosing I tell myself because it comes with just about everything there is to won. Sometimes you can lose something that you had gained without spending anything on it, some people are born into that luxury. So this week end was ruff on the head, nothing but booze and freaks, not our kind but freaks of a different breed. Freaks that had spent nights camping out in random floors, because they were to drunk to crawl across campus to there own. It was a college chum get together loaded people who I am associated with and very few that I am friends with. During out conversations something had occurred to me, has our culture become so dumb? that they can remember the names of all four Beatles but not the inventor of penicillin. Well, that just makes me upset, because it questions the integrity of good conversation because I don't know who the inventor of penicillin is but I remember all four of the Beatles along with dozens of songs that they have written. Is my brain as rotten as the rest of society or is it stronger because I can acknowledge the importance of that question? So to make a long story short, I spent the better have of my week end passed out on the floor, it was fun but it made me sore.