The roots of rhythm of Arthur's Last Stand

Most citizens of Egypt have a clear idea of how far I'd go to bag Ruby, a sweet pharoanic princess. In a sick twist of fate, Ruby was invited to a country house owned by the family of a girl I know. Now, not only does this girl have a real life picture of Ruby on her camera, but she's got her phone number in her phone.
I know a girl who has Ruby's phone number.
Lot's of things coming to light here, man.

On a similar note, the university atmosphere here is vastly different from home, one theoretically big reason being that most students still live at home. I realize the underlying reasons for this, but damn does it change things. Moving away from home and combining the academic rigor of school (of Madison) with the psychological rigor of most kids' first time's away from home creates an environment rife with freshness, challenges, and new beginnings. There is a much bigger preparatory factor for things to come, especially if one plans to fuck shit up. I think that is a good thing.

And now that you mention it, the other night was Arthur's final reign of terror. I spent each moment of the following day wishing I was horizontal. My weekends should be a whole lot more productive now sans his weekly visits for human interaction and the many hectic hours included. Good luck you sell out son of a bitch.