I'm just dropping off an update for kicks. I'm so absolutely tired it hurts. I needed to change my classes around so that I could work (and also so that I wouldn't have a class from 6pm to 9pm on Monday), so I ended up giving myself the shit end of the stick with 8:30 am classes all fucking week long. Oh well, my weekend has already started bitches! That's right, every Thursday at 9:45am, it's the fucking weekend. So, what courses am I taking? Well, there's Accounting 242, Management 384, Commercial Law 201, and MSC 207, or, Stats if you will. I like my classes except for Management, but I'll get past the new marking scheme and the retarded profs someday. Right now, I'm sitting in a computer lab contemplating running around in circles just for the attention. Who knows... will I do it? No. I'm still too busy (I accidentally put busty the first time) with this little blog to expend any energy. I just got a IM from Danielle. Got to stay home from school she did, hmmm? Had to go to class I did, hmmm? Stop talking like Yoda I will, hmmm? Ok, sorry about that.
I just realized how random my writing is when I'm tired as beans. Beans? What the hell? Damn, now I'm hungry.
So, the fuckers at the SMU tech department disabled all the fucking sound cards. Now I can't listen to CD's while I work on this. Not cool. My math class was clean today. We went over probability distribution and 'Z' Charts. It was CLeeelelellcoelelllelcllcclean. In other pointless news, I'm now on the 3rd book of that Hitchiker's series, and it's still kicking ass. And bringing the funk.
Anyway, last week was Mike D's B-day, so I send him out mad props, and I send you all out pictures from the evening that ensued. We watched Seinfield, Napoleon Dynamite, and played some Roxanne and listened to some more of The Police afterwards. I took PICTURES!!! AH HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
And these are some Roxanne action shots...
What fun. I crashed on Harris's floor (location of fun) and made a break for it in the morning cause I had to work.
I slept over at Danielle's on Saturday night. It was fun. We watched Napoleon Dynamite and hung out till like 3 am, even though we need to get up early for
INVENTORY!!!!! WOW! YES! HUH! HAMMER!
That's right, we had to work from the LOVELY hours of 9am until 5pm SUNDAY in the STANKY ass mall counting shit. It was fun. Well, sometimes it was. There was a lot of stuff to count, and we took an hour long lunch break and walked around the fleamarket. It was SO gross. Just stuffy, mildew-y, and stinky all combined into one. OH and some DUMBFUCK was selling records, ALL of which were just in the outer sleeve with NO inner sleeve to protect the PRECIOUS vinyl on the inside. Not like there was anything good for sale anyway (well, save one BADLY fucked Buddy Holly Record) and the guy smelt like cheese. I don't actually know about the last part.
After all that, Danielle and I went to her house and ate some supper and took a nap. NICE! And then we played some tetris. I found out that I suck at that game, but I'm getting a bit better. Then, it was the Power Pad Olympics. That was so much fun. Woot. Then we watched this TV show about some guy in the Arctic. He ate a seals eyeball on TV. Gross.
I worked yesterday. It wasn't too bad. Actually, it was great. Sarah McHomohammer came by and talked for a bit around 5, which was good. Danielle stopped by about 10 minutes after McHomohomo left and brought me supper. And a guitar. It was very awesome. I love that girl. I restrung it and the proceeded to play it all night for entertainment. Then the door broke, but that's all taken care of now. I hung out with Danielle afterwards, and it was nice. Short, but still nice. We're hanging out today when I get home from changing a course around. Pictures of me with a guitar!
Tomorrow is Omars b-day, which means there will be fun somewhere in the city. I don't have money to drink or go downtown, but I'm sure there will be a pre-drink I can attend. B-day city it is. What? I don't know. I like crack. Or, is it I like not sleeping? Or I don't know.
OH YEAH! I just remembered that on Saturday night Danielle and I went to see Coach Carter. It was pretty good actually.
This game is REALLY hard. I beat it, but it took forever to get the last level. Try it.
I'm done. I've run out of random things to do and say.
GFY,
Tony I
Quote of the day : " 'The Guide says that there is an art to flying,'said ford, 'or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.' He smiled weakly. He pointed at the knees of his trousers and held his arms up to show the elbows. They were all worn through.
'I haven't done very well so far.' He said."
- Taken from "Life, The Universe, and Everything" by Douglas Adams. These books are great.
Song of the day : "Logic Will Break Your Heart" - The Stills
Pic of the day : Mike D doing the Jimmy.
