Posted 20:06 by Tycho

Cead mile failte to everyone. MY FINGERS WORK [about damn time]!!!

According to my roommates, my life is worth less than a pane of glass. Russ chimes in, "Isn't that a little high?"

It's great to be loved isn't it? :-/


Yeah, so I did my thermodynamics homework...read chapter 1. Now, was it me, or did they try their damned hardest to confuse the reader with those big, complicated words that no one will EVER use in practice? Wasn't that bad, but was a tad bit annoying.

Whatever, I'm done with that, time to move on to a different subject. Not in the mood to be real social tonight. Sort of in that "mad at the world" mood right now. I guess this sort of sums up how I'm feeling right now:

"You should blame God. First he makes hangovers, and now half women, half sharks that won't even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing, God!"

[After that statement, I am absolutely sure that Tucker is a stupid idiot.]

Replace "God" with "the world", and you'll have my mood right [minus the woman sharks that won't sleep with me, and the hangovers].

Oh, great, Russ, perfect timing. Thanks for reminding me, "dude, you need a girlfriend." Yes, we ALL know I don't have one [and no, Bill, I don't have a boyfriend either you retarded monkey]. I think the only reason he says it now is he knows the one thing I want in life more than anything else is woman to share life with [two hearts that beat as one].

Now, I haven't pulled pranks on anyone yet, but I'm seriously considering pulling one on Russ right now. I've been pranked a few times. I have been pulled off of bed and thrown to the floor once [I mean, what the bloody hell?!?]. Then the chair was taken away, so when I groggily jumped to land on the chair, I missed, and the floor stopped my fall quite efficiently [*feels dent in skull*...maybe a little TOO efficiently...]. Won't ever forget the "where the hell did my Stress Analysis project go?!?", and stressing out [no pun intended...trust me] over where it was. Russ hid it. Took me 2 hours to find it. That was the least funny prank played on me [not saying that being thrown off my bed was fun, but at least that one gave me some extra sleep].

No, no pranks. Just because they do it doesn't make it right.

Oh, and I have 4 lbs of Hershey's Kisses, and knockwurst. I guess my parents really want me to put on some weight [also evidenced by the sheer tonnage of food they lugged up here from home...gee, I wonder...it's very scary to be able to say that your parents want you to get fattened up].

NOTE TO SELF: REMEMBER TO CALL BILL A RETARDED MONKEY.

SECOND NOTE TO SELF [SERIOUS]: Remember to call either Chris's or Bill's [different Bill, though I'll call him a retarded monkey just for the hell of it] cell phone tomorrow night, to say hello to the gentlemen as they carouse around Boston and picking up all the ladies [or scaring them away, same difference]. Remember, when all else fails, use a balloon animal. Maybe you'll get lucky like I did and get a response!

The response: "Are you trying to spread SARS?!?.

I'm telling you, I have the best luck with women. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Don't look at me like that, you're just jealous! Ok, fine, so my luck isn't good at all, it's about as bad as luck could ever go. Eventually that will change, when the time is right.

I miss you guys. Thank you for always looking out for me and for always being there for me.