Swan Song

I'm getting ready for the swan song of my College career (long, painful and uneventful as it may be). The programming romp called ICPC. A geek and nerd social party.

Cacophonous voises of all the nerds and geeks: BOOOO!!!!
Stereotypical cool cheerleader: Oh shut up, its your ONLY social event since the ComicCon!

Ehrm... back to the subject. The ICPC is a sort of trial by fire for some programmers where they try to beat the clock solving problems with no answers and no applicative bearing on anybody else's lives but the perrenially geeky.

Students from all over the country (and some, unfairly from other countries) try to mentally and psychologically whoop the stuffings out of other geeks and nerds to have the bragging rights to being the biggest badasses in the programming world.

Yes blood will be shed, various forms of bodily material shall spew the battleground as each theam lay waste on each other (hehe, lay waste...). Five hours of MAYHEM, MAYHEM, MAYHEM!

I don't know about you, but a certain part of my brain savors the brutal mental punishment I give myself during the past weeks. Brainey likey likey being puttey wuttey in the torture rack..ey.

Anyways, it would be a long time afterward before I join in any brainlympics after this contest, disregarding the graduation phase of my college career. Why consider this event my swan song? Take this to heart. Graduation is just a toga party. Booze and a lot of whatsits going on. Kind of like an afterparty party.

Smell you guys in a couple of days (I vow not to tangle with the Internet while I'm there...(PSYCHE!))