What the hell am I supposed to do now?

By some amazing chance, I ended up with a five day weekend this semester. Having five marathon classes on Tuesday and Thursday may suck, but it does leave me with a period from Thursday night to Tuesday morning where I literally have no responsibilities. 107 hours of complete freedom. And as my constant gloating indicates, this set up is totally fine with me. Sure, I might contemplate gouging my own eyes out by noon on Thursday, but after that? I'm good to go.

Now, however, I'm faced with a surreal and slightly offensive dilemma -- what do I do with all that free time? Hour 43 of my weekend and I realize that I have nothing better to do but to watch some bad movie on showtime with an ugly looking Keira Knightley. For god's sake, I didn't even know that was possible! Needless to say, my weekly vacations seem to be presenting me with questions i've been trying to avoid. How is it possible that, if left alone, I manage to listen to "The Magical Mystery Tour" 14 times in a row? Why does my radio make unbearable noises everytime I get a phone call? And how the hell does MTV-U survive on six videos and an occasional speech from Don Cheadle?

Apart of me doesn't want to know.

Pheonix -- Rally