Previously, On Battlestar Galactica...

Oops. Guess it has been a while. Well not a whole lot worth telling about in my usual virulent manner happened. I spent a few weeks in Rochester alone, thank the Powers That Be, which I realized, after going back to Massachusetts for a few days, really fucking sucks. Sure, it was great to not have to listen to the small comments about what-the-fuck-ever-little-thing-that-pisses-my-roommate-off, but I'm actually a very social person. I do like getting out of the damn house and living up to my self proclaimed title of the King of the Assholes. Unfortunately, Rochester is a blackhole of entertainment. (With the exception of the Gonculator show at the Montage Music Hall, Monday night! GO THERE!) Even if some of the places are worth going to, my friends here are not nearly as kick-ass as my old highschool friends, some of which are actually hot girls. FUCK YOUR GIRL/GUY RATIO, RIT!

So, making friends with exotic named shots and a few bottles of the bars' best, grinding on that cute looking brunette, and exercising my wit with blatant insults to the bulldozer of a douchebag who has either had one too many shots of Jager or too many run-ins with the defensive line, making him oblivious to the obvious defamation I've caused him, turns out to be a great time! All I have to do now is graduate from an Institute who decided to only hold the classes I need long after I'm willing to quietly reside in this frozen hell-hole and take them, and find a job worth the 5+ long and drunken years I've invested into my education four hours west of the most westerly point I should ever have dared ventured to.

Upside to the Brick City? I did meet a cute one, but here's the kicker... She grew up minutes away from me, and even attended a rival highschool. What are the odds? More importantly, can I make the last five years worth it with this?

Tune in next week to find out.