You know, I appreciate every one of the guestbook signings that I receive, but that doesn’t stop some of them from being a little weird. Take p2349324n for example. His/her/its comment is “http://www.ekarjala.com.” While I agree with this statement, I’m not sure what the hell it means. Then there’s somebody called LouieTheLargeMouthBass who would like to know where the paper cups are. I recommend checking any supermarket or convenience store–they should have the paper cups you’re looking for.

Anyway, I had my college orientation today and yesterday for Michigan State. Everyone there was all, “Oh, for every 1 hour of class, you should study 3 to 4 hours.” What kind of bloody nonsense is that? I’m going to study at least 13 hours for every hour of class.

Actually, I better make that 13 minutes. I just remembered that studying is retarded.

Quite frankly, I’m a little unsettled by the large percentage of people who would, according to this week’s poll, kill somebody just to get their hands on one Klondike Bar. What’s even more unsettling, however, is that somebody stole my root beer tonight. After walking out of the Pita Pit, I set the drink on those circular bench things, and then I walked a few feet away. When I got back, my unopened root beer was mysteriously not there. What kind of sick, cold-hearted bastard would steal another person’s root beer? How could a person like that sleep at night?

You know, summer’s a lot like school, except instead studying for tests, writing papers and waking up early to attend classes, you get to sleep in late and do whatever the hell you feel like.

At any rate, today is the first of July, which means that in about five days I’ll be turning 18, at which point I’ll get to start feeling guilty about not voting–ah, that is, I’ll get to start voting. Now, voting is all well and good, as are the other bonuses that come with turning 18, but what I’m disappointed by is the fact that I still won’t get to legally pee in public. The simple truth is that, when you turn 18, it should be your right to pee when and where you feel necessary. Turning 18 is such a rip-off.

The other night, I was minding my own business and climbing onto the roof of a building on Main Street from an alleyway when some guy who worked at the restaurant below had the audacity to come out from inside and throw away a bag of garbage. Meanwhile, I was on the middle the ladder, and had to freeze my every movement in hopes that he didn’t look up and see me. Thankfully, he went back inside without glancing ladder-wise, and I was able to hop down and get the hell out of there, but it was a very traumatic moment for me.

On an unrelated topic, I recently lost another four dollars on poker night last Sunday. That really blows, because I always get these awesome hands like the Fisherman’s Flush, but then everyone’s always like, “There’s no Fisherman’s Flush, Eric. Nice try.” Some people simply don’t know how to play poker.

I am currently experimenting with several ways to get my own dot.com address to link directly to eKarjala. If you were to type in erickarjala.com, for example, you would go here. The problem with that, however, is that I registered that via NameZero, and they insist on slapping a big NameZero bar down at the bottom when you access a page through them. So don’t type in erickarjala.com.

Then, of course, there’s places like DomainMonger.com and tera-byte.com, but they make you pay money and junk. And who has time to pay money? In the end, I’m either going to have to bite the bullet and pay $15 or keep the old address.