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I'm way to busy to post. I'm working mys ass off studying. Derrick cae home today, we did some stuff I'll fill in later. Watching Oscars. Out

My Car Sucks

As if there were not enough things wrong with my car, today the rear windows got stuck down. I tried pulling them up but nothing seemed to work.

Me: Okay I'll try pulling as hard as I can while you push the up button
Joe: Okay, ready?
Me: Ready.
*nothing happens*
Joe: Are then windows locked?
Me: Oops. Yeah, I think so hold on...*unlocks windows*...okay try it now
*the window goes down more and gets stuck*
Me: What the- what happened?
Joe: Oops, I think I pushed the wrong button. Sorry.

What was once open just a crack was now low enough so people could reach in an unlock my car. I borrowed a roll of scotch tape from a teachers desk and spent a few minutes taping it up. I knew the tape wouldn't stop somebody from getting in my car but if it rained at least my seats wouldn't get soaked and then start molding plus if they had to work at it kids would be lest determined to throw stuff in, am I paranoid to think some degenerate would spit in my car just to be an ass, or steal my Spongebob Square Pants Pez dispenser?

I parked on the other side of Rob's car because he is a friend and because he is well behaved, meaning he won't mess with my car just because it's funny.

Blog Sucks

I think I'm going to start a Things That Suck blog-miniseries. That pizza was pretty crappy and it pissed me off, and it felt pretty good to vent about it. Damn good actually, it's sometimes hard for me to share my feeling about things sometimes but when I actually do it comes as a great relief. I think part of the reason I've left a lot of stuff out of my blog is because I'm uncomfortable with other people seeing it. Isn''t that absurd? I don't even know anyone who reads this, they might as well not exist in any form beyond bits of data. Who knows, maybe every other blogger in the world are just programs on a server somewhere. Real or not, who cares? I don't, or won't.

Anyway, I'm still committed to working the kinks out of this blog, going through lines of code is so dull though. Maybe I just need some music to spic things up? Johnny Cash? Metallica? Kanye West? According to my patrons he is "soccer mom approved". *shrug*.

I think I've gone off on a tangent. I don't even know what I'm talking about, or what I was talking about, or typing about rather. I'm tiered and bored, and sick of doing the same dull shit day after day. Oh well, this isn't a research paper, it's not a book in progress, it a trash can for all the waste my brain spits out. My mind's own Yucca Mountain. I think I'll plant a tree for arbor day. I don't need a thesis.

First I'd like to apologize to myself for not taking the time daily to babble on like this, but I was so overwheled by work and school I was too exhausted to much else. When I think about the fact that I spent a total of about 31 hours out of my week standing in a booth behind a keyboard it makes me sick. I've wasted more than a day of my life. I don't deserve to live. I don't deserve to die thought either; actually I really don't feel alive, I feel like a keyboard myself.

Did you know the ancient Aztecs discovered vanilla? I'll stop filling in for others and stick to my own scheeedullleeee.

AcittaG Yucky Charmz

Canadian Bacon Sucks

From now on I will accompany Marty to the store whenever he buys frozen pizza. The guy just can't be left unsupervised. At least Mom knows a good pie when she sees one.....So this is what's in our freezer right now. One four meat pizza, and another with spinach and something else on it. I didn't bother to read any further, I lost my appetite at 'spinach'. I'm eating one of the two Four-meat pizzas right now and let me tell ya, CANADIAN BACON SUCKS!

The only reason I like meat is because it taste good. Duh right? Wrong. It's not that simple, you see when I think about meat and it's origins I feel queasy. Luckily, when I see a pizza the animal's hid from which the topping on my pizza were carved are the last thing on my mind. I just wanna chow down! The whole dead smelly beast thing never ever comes up because I've eaten my pizza and gone on to watch Lost, or Alias, or The 4400; Or this like week, study my ass off. Anyway lets go down the list of meets: Beef, yummy. Sausage, tasty. Pepperoni, nothing better! Canadian Bacon...Eh, not so much. It taste like a piece of leather. A big, fat, greasy, piece of a-Dockers-belt. And it's chewy.

The Three Yumketeers (hamburger, sausage and pepperoni) go down nice and fast, but no, Canadian bacon's lingers around forces you to savor it's sweaty sock flavor. During that seemingly endless period of chewing, I am reminded of squealing, squirming, specimen of pig this so called "bacon" came from. How it used to devour slop by the gulp-full then proceed to roll around in it's own feces. It doesn't help matters that during this meal of meals Liz decides to describe in detail the dissection of baby pigs in her Biology class. Worst all the C.B. leaves behind it's football aftertaste, it won't go away no matter how many diet pepsis you chug (Mom, I've got some fat to chew with you too about this whole diet business)

So basically the only thing worse than Canadian bacon would be that fish they put on pizza, tuna, or sardines. I don't know, I can't remember what it's called because I've never been inebriated enough to request ANCHOVIES (oh yeah) as a topping. Well, I'm done with these microwaved leftovers now so I guess that's the end of my post. I picked all the crappy Canadian bacon off BTW.....now my keyboard is greasy.

I wanted to post a picture of Canadian bacon to show you how nasty it is. Alas, I could only find picture os a movie called Canadian Bacon starring some fat guy.....who probably enjoys him a nice, fat, piece of bacon canuck style.


PS - PINEAPPLES SUCK TOO!
---End Rant

Stopping To Smell The Roses

SnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffF! . . . . . *snort*
Okay, I'm good.

Nice

Wow. It's a really beautiful day. I've decided to get out and do something, at first I was thinking about seeing a movie but that would be a waste of money since there is nothing I really want to see, and would not make sense because I would just be inside again. Maybe I'll ride my bike somewhere, or Dad's bike because actually, mine is broken.

Disgruntled

*EDIT - 2/17/05
You know you have a headache when after getting some water and a pain reliever you put the Brita water pitcher in the cabinet and put the Tylenol in the refrigerator. I'm still working on my blog's many problems. The popups, the side bar, and now THE COMMENTS?! Why Blogger? Why?! Were you jealous that somebody found a better system than yours? It's not fair! Allow me to use the hack again!

Ya know, if Blogger was going to ruin the comments hack the least they could do was make the link no longer visible. Now I have to go back through all that code I worked hard to install and delete it so I don't have two comments links and only one of which that actually works.

If anyone from Blogger is reading this there is a way you can make it up to me: start hosting music. It doesn't have to be a lot, just three songs would be enough, I could alternate.

Hmm?

Didn't really do anything today. Got some repair estimates but that's about it. Wondering what I'm going to have for dinner.....

Valentine's Day

Me: I love a woman in uniform.
School Cop: *guffaws* Oh, really?
Me: Yep.
[silence]
Me: *puts arm around her shoulder*
School Cop: *glares at me behind sunglasses*
Me: I-i don't. Um, sorry. Bye. *leaves*

Remember the good old days? When Valentine's Day was a big deal because we actually took an hour or two out of class time in school to make those stupid "mail-boxes" from empty Kleenex boxes? Then everyone got cards from the people they liked (and didn't like because we had a rule at our school that you had to buy for everyone in the class) and candy? Whenever I think of Valentine’s Day I think of that scene from Billy Madison where Adam Sandler receives a lacey valentine from his sweaty-lard-assed-homo-of-a-principal. Yeah. Elementary school was pretty sweet; I miss recess. We should have like high school 4-square teams instead of football.

Anyway, I guess I've always been kind of a Valentine's Day Grinch. I remember in second grade I snuck in at recess stole everyone's candy and dumped trash from the metal wastebaskets into the mailboxes. Back then I was a kleptomaniac. And an asshole. Now I'm just the latter.

Ah, memories. So what's V-day like nowadays? So glad you asked. I woke up today and completely forgot the holiday even existed. Imagine my surprise when a cheerleader arrived in the middle of AP Chem. and started delivering roses to people. Most of them were from mothers to their daughters. Heh. Fuckin’ losers. Who gets roses from mom?

After chemistry I left high school hell and drove over to the university for my English class. The weather had taken and unexpected turn for the better (35-65? How is that even possible?) So all that snow and ice that had accumulated the past couple of days began melting. While going down the steep hill in front of my house I was unable to brake because the car just kept sliding. My car slid right into the back of this lady's mormon assault vehicle (minivan/SUV). I slid into her slowly so had our cars hit bumper to bumper it is unlikely any damaged would have occurred; but her car's bumper was much higher than mine, allowing it to pass over my bumper and smash into the front end of my car. She was quite literally, all up in my grill. The lady drove forward a little, got out, inspected her car and saw that there was no damage, not even a scratch on her bumper. I got out of my car, walked around to the front and..... OH MY HOLY CRAP ON CRACKER! Headlights were smashed out, one was dangling by the wires, my grill was nearly folded in half, the radiator was busted and the hood won't close all the way. Luckily the car was still drivable, and since it is I may not even fix it (I need to save money for college tuition and that French trip). It looks horrible, and I noticed people laughing at me as I drove by. Isn't that horrible? Even I would never do that. I wanted to skip class (it's college I can do this now) but decided not to tarnish my perfect attendance. Instead I skipped French, which I know I'll probably flunk anyway. I went to The Launch Pad (a local fast food place) and got three bacon cheeseburgers. Lots of people eat chocolate when they are depressed. Bull honkery! Chocolate is overrated. Especially Valentine's Day chocolate, it never seems as sweet, soft or chocolaty as it should be. Of all the candy holidays: Easter, Christmas, Halloween Valentine's Day has the least desirable treats. So I got a real mans self-loathing food. BEEF. I was starving and assumed I could eat burgers till the sun turned red and blew up. I was wrong. I felt horribly sick. I thought I might vomit a few times but luckily, I managed not to ralph. I'd like to show a picture of the damage but my new digital camera is missing. I bought it because it was such a small gadget, and now if it hasn't been eaten by Rocky will probably get thrown away or fried in the washing machine.

I got home, watched reruns of Stargate and Sliders then I went to work to fill in for a "sick" (yeah right) cashier. As I was coming home from work I found a bag in the front seat of my car with red tissue paper, in it was the DVD box set of Millennium. It was from Mom, awwww. That was sweet. She had asked me what I wanted a few days ago and I didn't take her seriously. I told her I wanted a hooker and all that got me was a lecture. Dad would have laughed...anyway should I ever decide to show this blog to you, thanks. I really appreciate it.

I've already watched the first disk and now I'm getting ready to start on the second; and devour these chalky hearts--but not the purple or pink ones. They're yucky.

Note: No, Millennium is not better than the x-files; but it's by Chris Carter and yes it's damn good!-

"A missed opportunity is never lost, for each time I drop one, somebody else picks it up." - Anonymous

-and no I did not ask Veronica out, I haven't even seen her around in weeks.
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More Flashback Commentary Before I Forget: For some reason I used to always get the Garfield V-day cards. I guess I used to think they were less girly. T always got them to, but that was because he was obsessed with cats. Elle got Bratz cards this year. What the fuck is a Bratz? I know what it is in the typical sense but I mean, Brat? That must be the worst marketing idea ever. Some cigar smoking exec wanted to sell dolls to brats; so he actually called the dolls Brats (with a z on the end for hipness!) fucktard.

Random Strange Stuff

I've been having some really, really strange dreams lately. I need to type this before I forget anything else. I dreamed that for some reason the government was after me. In other words, this dreamed contained your usual chase and action scenes. I woke up around 10:30 and told myself that I was going to get out of bed no matter what. Next thing I knew I was waking up again with 11:11 glowing on my digital clock. This time I woke up from an entirely different dream; I dreamt I was at McDonald's having a heated argument then I decided to kill her. Question: Why are so many of my dreams at McDonald's?! I don't even go there very often. Hardly ever actually, fast food kind of makes me sick. Also, has anyone else ever dreamed of killing a family member? I have dreamed that they die but never that I was the one causing the death. As far as I can remember this is a first for me. The only other detail I remember from both dreams is that is was very cold and there was lots of wet snow everywhere.

I think McDonalds is advertising in my subconscious now. Should sue for invasion of privacy or breaking and entering? Perhaps some form of abuse?

Some Thing....I don't know

Heh. I just found at that Britney Spears is my little sisters imaginary friend. I wish she really was staying over tonight.

J'ai loue

I think that's word for rented. Anyway, I rented the movies Without A Paddle and The Forgotten. Without A Paddle was your typical buddy movie. It was funnier than I thought it would be, which is sad because it wasn't that funny. I liked the Star Wars references. It's still an okay movie though, rent if there's nothing else you want. I also picked up The Forgotten. It was surprisingly x-files like. I have to be honest at the very begging I wasn't thinking.....well I don't want to give away the ending, but lets just say it's not what I expected. Good movie, but weird with people being vacuumed up into the sky.

Speaking of the X-Files I still haven't gotten around to getting millennium. I always forget when I'm in the store. Oh well, I'm getting ready to go now so I can find more ways to put off doing homework.

I really want to see Constantine. When I first saw the preview I laughed and thought it was moronic but I watched that movie show on MTV (I forgot what it's called) and now I'm tempted. It looks pretty bad ass.

"What would you do to put that crunch in YOUR lunch?" - Pringles commercial

My Computer

Is dying. Every time I turn it on now I must scan the hard drive for errors. It says that hardware failure is imminent. I guess that is to be expected after almost ten years.

Drink Up

This isn't my locker, but I've also done this before. Unfortunately at the end of last semester I cleaned it out; now the only thing in my locker is a Hello Kitty toy from a McDonald's happy meal. I carry all my stuff with me, as I'm guessing this guy must. I first got the idea from this very strange fellow who's locker was by mine junior year. Man this guy was strange, he always kicked his locker three times after closing it and twitched a lot. Plus the guy just looked really, REALLY weird. You have to meet him in person to understand. Anyway, he filled up his locker with bottles and this year, so did I. I feel terrible about throwing them all out instead of recycling. It actually kept me awake at night thinking of all the plastic I wasted. Well, it kept me up for one night anyway. I guess saving bottles has kind of caught on as a fad at my school because one day when Ty, Dean and I were searching for "The Grail" (that's what I like to call the one vending machine that doesn't have a timer on it preventing students from using it during school before and after lunch). Dean told me about a secret location by the band room that was always on but this time, even it had been compromised. There was only one other option, a $1.00 vending machine hidden in an alcove by the handicap elevator near the library. Unfortunately this one was also now set on a timer. I didn't get my caffeine fix. But at least I got to see this cool locker filled by another student with bottles. I snapped a photo as a reminder, hopefully he won't be like me and recycle.

"They must have ripped the 'Q' section out of my dictionary.....because I don't know the meaning of the word quit!" - Mystery Men

Another Super Bowl Sunday

Disclaimer: This post actually has little to do with the super bowl it's more like just a list of stuff that has been on my mind lately. It kind of sucks because this is going to be a long post and I know in the near future I'll probably have a paucity of things to blog about and will wish I had spaced some of this stuff out. However if I do that I'm likely to forget some stuff. I've been blogging for a long time now, as you can see from the archives; however I've been keeping a journal on the computer even longer. I began in a word processing document on an old 486 desktop PC a long time ago 2nd or 3rd grade maybe. I updated it regularly for years. Then one day we got a new computer and we put the old PC in the closet in the guest room. I promised myself one day I would back up those files and save them. I never did, and at one point, it became difficult because the newest computer we owned and the oldest one did not have disk drives that were the same size (remember those old floppy disk about as big as a slice of Wonder bread?). Dad threw out the old computer one day while I was at Mom's, luckily I found it and brought it back from the curb. I thought I was safe, but it disappeared again, and I can only assume he tossed it when I wasn't looking. I was so mad I couldn't breathe. That was part of my history that buffoon through out with the pizza boxes. Did he ever stop and think maybe there was a reason someone brought it back in? Did he ever stop to think maybe there could be personal or financial info still on the machine? No, probably not. My Dad is not to up to date when it comes to computers, or anything, really. He still rents and even purchases VHS tapes if that's any indication of his backwardness. He probably thinks there are hamster or little gnomes turning wheels inside of this very Dell I'm using now. Also, he is not always the most considerate of other's feelings. I specifically remember telling him not to throw out the old computer till I cleared some stuff out. He did anyway, either because he forgot, didn't care, or didn't understand. Probably a combination of the three.

I don't think I'll ever get over it entirely, he threw out my brothers journals (some old notebooks) too. It would have been nice to get an in depth look at what he was experiencing at my age. We're very different, he's the shy reserved one who always wanted to be in the spot light and I'm the outgoing popular one that seeks some personal peace; though he would get angry to hear this and I know better than to say it to his face seeing as how he has gone through great lengths to ditch this reputation. And he has, I think. As have I, for the most part, anyway. There are only a few things I recall from my old journal: How basic, and primitive the operating system on that computer was [Ensemble (GEOS)?]; That my brother typed a long and silly movie script on it one summer; and one entry about My Dad, Derrick, and I going to see some Batman movie and collecting the character glasses from McDonald's. I also remember begging each and every entry with "Today I-". Today this seems like a boring and unnecessary way to start an entry, but I continue to use it for a sense of continuity. I really haven't changed much over the years, I'm still materialistic (many entries were just about the things I had, the junk I collected, or the stuff I wanted to own and when I wanted to own it: a ferrari by age 16? PLEASE!) and I still love movies, even if back then I had horrible taste in them and wrote really poor reviews (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie was "good"? Bull shit! It was an atrocity.). My old piece of shit journal is gone, but I suppose it has served it's purpose, the purpose that all journals have: to remind us just how dumb we used to be. I don't know if this blog will still exist 9 years from now, but why not continue in the tradition of embarrassing myself? I think it's an important part of growing up even if I'm all but done doing so. Now, without further ado.....

Today I woke up around 11:00 am (it's important to put the am there because sometimes I wake up at the other 11:00). I suppose I should say got up because I woke up several times briefly before that. I didn't really get a good night's sleep. It was probably a waste of time to try and go to sleep. I should have just stayed up and watched Wonder Boys or Solo like I had originally planned to. However after sitting through the foul-tampon-that-was-Jason-X I didn't feel like watching anymore movies that the cable stations picked out for me (Braveheart sucks ass too). Mel Gibson disturbs me.

So here I was at 11:00 am, awake. Yet still tired. Worst of all, horny. I should have done this before I went to bed.....Dad was on the computer pissing people off in sports chatrooms so I had to resort to spankin' it to the Barely Legal mag I had stashed away for emergency use. It took a lot of will power to not to flip ahead and admire all the girls on the pages inside. I knew I'd need it for a time when the computer wasn't available and the only way to keep the magazine as exciting as the web was not to browse. One of the things that excited me about the mag was their age. 19, 20, some just 18. They were hardly any older than me, I could have gone to school with them. To think this is what the hotties sitting next to me in class looked like without what little scraps of clothing they were already wearing? If girls were willing to pose for this schmoe why couldn't I make my own magazine?! Where the hell are the chicks willing to pose for me and my buds? Anyway so yeah, I beat off. Don't act as if you never did. It was necessary before going to work where I would be surrounded for 7 hours by attractive customers and absolutely stunning co-workers. The night before Gillian called me and asked me to switch shifts with her at work, I imagined so that she could go to a Super Bowl party but she really isn't into sports.

So I went to work and a miracle happened, two actually. First: I didn't get yelled at by any managers because I wasn't late, and I sold some stupid magazines. Second: because I only had one embarrassing boner incident. As I was returning a product to the shelf Nicole blatantly flirted with me (why does she do this?) and I got.....Happy.-
Nicole: Hi!
Me: Hi.
Nicole: Oh, so now you're talking to me...
Me: What?
Nicole: I saw you in here on Saturday and I said hi to you but you ignored me.
Me: No I didn't, I said hi. You just didn't hear me.
Nicole: No you didn't, and you seemed mad. Where you unhappy with the service here or something?
Me: No.
Nicole: I know, I'm just playing. No one is ever unhappy with my service! *wink*
it's not the first time it's happen, she often uses suggestive language and on a fe occasions has made some very suggestive gestures at me. Not that, I'm complaining, this has done wonders for my confidence.
-When I went back to the register to scan this one guy's Xbox and Halo (Halo 1, why was this dumbass getting the first one?) I think he noticed that Captain Linger was still around and probably thought I was gay. There were six attractive co-workers at the store today so I couldn't really go anywhere without doing the cowboy walk. There was, Mary, cute country girl. Long curly dark hair, devious smile. Ass to die for. Kim, sexiest older woman I have ever met, gamers, she looks like Quistis from FF7. Both Ambers, one is an adorable brunette the other is a sexy blonde. Erin, super model status. 'nuff said. Last but definitely not least is Nicole, a tall girl with a sweet smile and really long light brown hair. I'm tempted to say she is voluptuous but really it's only her huge (I mean...Yeah BIG) boobs that fit that title. Even my Mom admitted that she was attractive one day when she came home from the store. She said all the girls there had "natural beauty" That's really saying something coming from her. My mom thinks every girl in the world is ugly. Her general response is "When I was her age I was 100 times better looking". Some would argue even now, as if I care. That's fine but keep it to yourself, if I hear ONE more comment even barely touching on that subject and I don't care who it is I will find the guy who said it and kill him. That is a promise not a threat.


I worked with Bryan and that was cool. He is the only guy I would describe as down to earth. Just having one of those friendly easy going personalities. Tyler maybe, but he's nice not down to earth, there's a difference I just don't know what it is. Also worked with Haughn, he's cool. Kind of quiet unless he is talking about some girl. I think he's into our new manager.

Every now and then employs snuck off to the break room to glance at the Super Bowl on the big screen TV. This one kid ask me "so who do you got for the game?" and I was like "I don't even know who's playing"
Mary really pissed me off because just as I was about to go on break she waved some customers over to my line and told them I would help them. She wasn't even busy she could have scanned their items. She can be a bitch sometimes.

And of course, I had my usual share of bitchy, and stupid customers...
CustomerF: Isn't this stupid? The gaming console comes as one piece and the thing it needs to get on the internet comes separate. When my son got home he couldn't play this with his friends. That's why I had to come back out.
Me: Oh yeah? $69.99 is your total.
CustomerF: This product was obviously designed by a man, a woman would have sold this as one package, we're more organized and better at planning-
Me: -You wrote this check for $96.69.....
CustomerF: Oh, oops! Thanks, I guess I was so busy running my mouth I didn't hear what paying attention. *giggles*
Me: It's okay, this happens all the time. *thinks* to idiots.

Brent seemed really excited that we could buy the Aiwa sound stuff at an extremely discounted price. Even at the low price I'm not ready to pay for a bunch of speakers and crap. I don't understand the people who spend hundreds of dollars on sound systems for their cars. If a CD player works, and you can hear the disk or the radio why bother with this other expensive stuff? Do you really need extra amps and 'subs' etc.? I guess I'm just not a part of the tack-on-as-much-shit-onto-your-car-manufacturer-installed-stereo-as-possible-subculture. But that's cool if he is. My brother and Brent would get along well LOL.
When I finally got home from work the Super Bowl was almost over. I was too disappointed by this because I was mainly curious about the commercials. Then my uncle did something that really pissed me off, he turned the channel as soon as they came on and said something about them being 'crazy'. Well of course they're crazy, that's the whole point! That's what makes them so entertaining! What the fuck? At least I got to see the Monk marathon, man that is a great show!

I'm making a reading list
What's the Matter with Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America
by Thomas Frank

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Presents America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction
by the writers of The Daily Show, Jon Stewart

The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
by Douglas Adams

Well, that's all I've got so far. If anything else catches my eye I'll add it here. This beats a writing them down on the back of a receipt or napkin because I won't throw it away and have to wander aimlessly next time I'm in B&N. Any more suggestions?

INFotu usaff

WEDNESDAY @ 12:00 meeting @ Washburn have question ready and material read!!!!!
Ty's ocarina - music from N64? not bad yeah
cleanlies toilets - tres bon pour once
self Contained? nachos cheap

How Now, Brown Cow?

I haven't really posted anything for a while because I have been extremely busy. Thank god I only have three classes now. If I had any more, I would need to sacrifice doing work in some just to complete projects in a select few. I'm still not done now but Mr. Anderson had the courtesy to bump the test back (or would it be forward.....Forward in time ahead of us; back would mean we took it earlier right? *shrug*). I guess he realized even with FIVE whole minutes of class time at the end of a complicated lab or lecture we still needed time at home to complete the lab report and two lengthy assignments (as well as one extra late one in my case). Plus there was that test we had to study for, or so I thought. Even though gas laws are not particularly challenging I didn't have the time I would have needed to study to do well on the test. At least now all that is behind me. Now I just have to tackle the stack of French papers. Which I will start on as soon as this post is finished.

So did I do anything else besides work this week? Yeah; a few things. I got sick of people flying through that uncontrolled intersection so I made my own stop sign from construction paper and taped it to a wooden stick. I planted it in the ground Sunday night but I don't know if it was still there in the morning, you see I was going to be late to school and I was rushing.....I ran my own stop sign.

I watched a little TV but most of the time I actually had to unplug it to avoid distraction. It's okay though, I received plenty of entertainment from my strange dreams. I dreamed that a strange looking man with a lot of piercing tried to kill me with some type of art supply (it looked like the stylus for PDAs but had a sharp metal tip for cutting something) he also had a large hammer attached by some means (a really powerful hidden magnet?) to his forehead. I can't even begin to explain this. I also dreamed that I got lost in my own house because the floors and rooms kept rearranging themselves when I wasn't looking, like being inside a rubik's cube. There was a guy who looked exactly like me except he spoke with and Australian accent and his last name began with a P (I can't remember what it was but I think it ended with a 'k' or a 'c') anyway this guy was trying to take over my life. Not in a violent way he just kept showing up a places where I was supposed to be and doing what I would have done. I was late to work and there he was, scanning computer packages for customers. It was weird.

As for the title of this post? I don't know what it means. The guy just kept saying it to me, I must have heard it somewhere before.

Brilliant!

Just for the record the Daily Show with Jon Stewart is the main, if not the only reason, that I have any interest or knowledge of politics. At all. It is solid gold. Wow, what a great show!

Mess O'Potamia.....how do they come up with this stuff?