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Mechanical engineer, material scientist. Loves to run, play billiards, swim, and be outdoors.
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Thursday, March 25, 2004
Cead Mille Failte!
TOMORROW HAS A HIGH OF 60 DEGREE FAHRENHEIT!!! I can't wait to go running! Going to feel so good. There is a proverb that is true about life: "Only the busy man can appreciate a break." Well, probably in more philosophical big words. You know, words with more than two syllables. Scally cap? Check. Wicked cool stuff? Check. Weird underwear in the forbidden corner? Fuck. When the hell is someone going to buck up admit it's theirs? See, it's not mine, and my roommates swear that it's not theirs. Which brings up the very disturbing possibility that it could some random guy's underwear. That scares me. I think it's time I invested in an album cover. Check. Insanity? Oh hell yeah. Can't live a day without it. CHECK! Aye! This was what I did today! Woke up. Promptly reset my alarm and climbed back up into bed and slept. Unfortunately, I set it too early, and I was able to get up in time to get to Dynamics class today. Hooray for being confused! At least there were no huge derivations today. No need to have to launder yet ANOTHER pair of pants due to that class. Then charged off into the world of Geology. And didn't fall asleep in lecture today! Asked professor to see the transparency he had on the overhead projector (I could have sworn one section had the word "Melange"--aka SPICE!...which it did), and then we talked about how the world is going to end because of a massive volcano eruption. Finally got to play some billiards today. Faced off against Jonas, then Dan, then a young man whose name is pronounced "Wee". Had a respectable win percentage. Just one problem: I couldn't break without scratching...damnit! Later came back and faced off against Russ. We're toying with the idea of having to pay up $1 each time the other guy makes a bank shot. And Owen is now watching X-Men II in fast forward mode...which is weird...but strangely enough, extremely entertaining. Then I sat my ass down and worked on Dynamics, which took about a half hour today (he let us off light tonight, for some reason). I even got the correct answers! I was in shock! Ok, fine, I played Halo for a bit before doing Dynamics, but the important part is that I did do the homework. Was going off to study Dynamics with Claudio, but I couldn't find him at the library. So I went to the Campus Center, grabbed some soup (OH THE HORROR), and did a couple extra problems for Dynamics. Caught up with Bob there, and scheduled some billiards action with him for tomorrow night. Then I showered and shaved. Got rid of the hairy caveman look, for the smooth, suave, James Bond look. Oh yeah. I'm like James Bond...well, sort of. You see, Bond wasn't cool enough to have the mustache and goatee that I have (along with a couple of perfectly coordinated gashes). I wish they wouldn't make razor blades so darned sharp. Chris: you've got to fix your Pants Party poll...everyone can just vote for themselves everytime they look at your Blog. Not that any of us exploit that or anything. No, not at all. Then I went to the 10 PM mass at the Religious Center. There were six people, including Father Scanlon and myself. Got back, and am now pseudo-talking to Ron and Lexan. Well, not really talking much, both conversations had sudden coronaries (was it the bacon pizza we baked? 2 lbs of it...mmm...bacon...never knew death could taste this good!). See, we like a little bit of pizza with our bacon. Oh well. Gave me time to argue about France, X-Treme basketball, and about how to calculate things for pulley systems. Well, I was going to do those things anyways, but there weren't any other distractions. Didn't get a chance to talk to Chris tonight...needed to show him something on NewGrounds. Should really say hi to Brian sometime in the near future. Ron: best of luck with your all-nighter...doesn't sound like much fun...save some coffee for me...I'm going to need it. Topher's new nickname: Tophler. Don't ask. I have no clue why. It just is. The first part of being a leader is knowing when to follow. I wish I could fly. That would solve all my problems. I'd be at peace. Always carry forward, never back. Retreat is not an option. Press forward, and onward to the goal. Well, no one's really talking to me anymore, and I do have class in the morning, so I think I'm going to call it a night and sack out for a while. -----NOTE: I'm not actually insane. Trust me.----- I feel sick.
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