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Another school year has started and I already have homework. I don't like getting homework on the first day of class. It's a bad sign, that and the fact that the teacher uses a full Bell Curve to grade exams. But after class I picked up the back to school issue of the Herald and found half a dozen articles written by yours truly.
I don't think this page is capable of containing the awesomeness that was last night. Just to list a few of the highlights: my paper crane and a table full of girls, Mark having to ask a stranger to use her cell phone to find out where I was, all of the drunks getting arrested and thrown in the paddy wagon, the two old people dancing at the dirt bar, and of course Bourke punching Mark in the head. What a way to say goodbye to a friend.
I have a confession to make. I'm addicted to Dawson's Creek re-runs. Every morning before I go to work I watch it. At first I was watching just because Katie Holmes is a hottie but now I'm getting sucked into the plots.
I'm famous. Okay maybe not famous but I'm on the internet someplace other than one of our webpages and this time there is no reference to gang banging.
Me: I have to walk to my car in 45 minutes and I don't have a hat or coat or anything
Her: What about an umbrella? It seems like that would be your best bet
Me: Guys can't carry umbrellas
Her: Is that so?
Me: It's in the rule book they give us when we hit puberty
Her: I think the sub rule to that is that if you're not going to carry an umbrella, you can't whine like a little girl about getting wet
Me: Fair enough
Sorry to all the people who asked me to hang out Saturday. I sat on the couch all evening basking the glorious wonder of doing absolutely nothing for an evening.
The door to my lab is right next to the campus computer store and I've been watching people flock there all afternoon. Parents taking their freshmen children to purchase USB drives, laptops, and whatever software they're going to need. It's fun to watch parents trying to figure everything out while the kids just stand around, mostly looking board or tired. I don't know where I was going with this, I guess it's just fun to people watch.
Last night was a boys night out at the Mr. Wonderful's Blues Bar. I love live blues music. Well, I love music in gereral but the thing about blues is that it's so real. You can't make good blues without putting your heart and soul into the music and that is awesome. It's always a sort of jam session on Thursdays but it always starts off with a core band that's good enough to have played in the House of Blues. What a great night.
Last night SwaG was at my new place and I must say it was awesome. People keep commenting on how nice my new place is. I like to think the massive tv setup and foosball table have a lot to do about that. That and I hear it's much cleaner now that I'm living there. Though I think that has more to do with who's not living there anymore. The point is it was an awesome swag filled night until I went to bed and had nightmares all night. Strange, strange dreams.
You might have noticed something different here. Things aren't 100% but I'm getting there. The links should all be working within the next couple of days, depending on how busy I am at work. I've only been able to test this on three computers so tell me how does it look on yours?
What is it about women in cowboy hats that makes them so sexy?
I don't know if you've heard or not but up until last night there was a movie filming in Kalamazoo. I got to go behind scenes yesterday and interview the producer for an article I'm writing for the Herald. I feel all big-time now. When I was done doing that I walked around downtown Kalamazoo in the cool evening air just looking in shop windows and feeling good. And then I played several hours of Xbox football with Chuck in the "Man Room" while the girls drank and gossiped in the living room. What a great day.
Yesterday afternoon Mark treated me to a couple of beers and a kick ass sandwich at the Cladaugh pub. We were about to go see a movie when we got hungry and ordered sandwiches. Then we had to eat them as fast a possible to make the movie in time. Good times.
I'm sorry to be the person to tell you this, but Rick James has passed away.
I like to think that I'm generally an upbeat person and that I really don't have too many bad days. But today is a bad day. I am in such an incredibly bad mood right now I can hardly contain myself. I have no outlet except right here in front of my computer. I'm at work so I can't launch into a curse word rich diatribe about how shitty things are going and I can't do anything to exhust myself while sitting in a computer lab. I wish I had a punching bag. Or better yet one of those human torso punching bags. If I had one of those I would go home right after work and beat the piss out of it until I was so tired I couldn't life my arm to punch. So much healthier than what I'll probably do tonight which is bum beer of Jen and get drunk. I gotta tell you, right now, at this moment, life sucks the big fat hairy donkey balls. It's a damn good thing I'm such a nice person because there was this Jehovah’s witness on campus today that I almost lost it with. Instead I raised my hands and made a motion that said don't you dare even think about talking to me right now because I'll rip your fucking head off and spit down your throat. And I mumbled as nice as possible "Not Now." He seemed to get the idea and left me alone real quick like.
Thanks to the help of Bryan, Ryan, and Mark, I'm just about fully moved into my new place. I was sitting on my the couch watching Aliens after unpacking my room yesterday evening when one of my new roommates came home with her best friend. The grabbed me and we went to a pub for a few drinks and a late dinner. Two dollar pints and wings later I was covered in wing sauce when the best friend's parents showed up. So I got to spend an evening at the pub with this girl's mom, who was a riot. The girl apalogized several times to me later but I had a great time hearing the mom tell me all about her family. One of the highlights was when the mom told me she could fix me up with some of her clients but most of them are sexual devients with criminal records because she's a social worker.
In other news, Bryan wants to have a bonfire this Friday. Who's down?
In other other news, I just found out how many posts I've made this blog and I'll give 10 points to the person who comes the closest to guessing that number. (The number includes the old sites posts too)
