Ever since Thursday, I've been having the nagging feeling that I'm on the verge of getting sick. Usually these things pass right away or I get sick like a dog. It has never stuck around with me longer than two days before and now I've had it for nearly a week. It's so annoying. It's a tingle in my sinuses and my eyes always feel tired. It probably doesn't help how I have to walk over half a mile in the frigid mornings from the parking lot to the hospital. (I'm too impatient to wait for the shuttle.) Maybe I just need some sleep.

I forgot to mention something about the snow last Thursday. It was lightning snow. It's the freakiest thing ever. So I was driving on the interstate in the snow when everything lit up suddenly. Apparently the lightning was behind me and the falling snow acted as little reflectors. It was like a million tiny cameras decided to take a picture at the same time with a huge one behind me. My initial reaction was that I thought I was getting pulled over since police cars have that spotlight mounted to the side of them. I checked my rearview, nothing. Then the thunder kicked in. Yeah, lightning snow. I'm not used to this crap. Skurry.

When I woke up Sunday afternoon from my sleep, for some reason I remembered that I hadn't made French Toast in a while. Excuse me, Freedom Toast. So I let Brandy know and I got my French Toast on. It's good stuff. Well through a complicated series of events, now there's going to be a potluck at Amber's on March 10th and the theme is going to be "Breakfast for dinner". It's still in the planning phase.

So, Step 1: make French Toast, Step 2: ???, Step 3: potluck dinner. Good times.

Yesterday morning was cold. The outside temperature according to my car was -15°C on the way to campus. That's roughly 2°F. January was warm, and I use that in the relative sense. As in, it was above freezing some of the time. As I entered the hospital after making my trek from the parking lot, I could feel my face thaw slowly and painfully. It started with my forehead and moved into my cheeks. Freakin' hurt. Yeah, it gets cold around here.

Last night was another 24 party at Justin's dorm. Amber, Jess, Justin and I were in attendance. I'm so glad they took care of the hobbit, he was really pissing me off. However, his crackhead sister still has his stolen keycard from division. I wonder when that will come into play in the season. And then Robocop makes an attempt on Bauer's life. Good stuff. I can't believe next week has two hours of 24. I have a genetics exam the next day. Oh geez, what to do?

As tradition goes, we went to Chuck's again from $1 beer and $2 burgers. AD didn't show up so we didn't throw salt at his head. And besides, we didn't have any salt around. We ended up talking about how the 80s were a quarter of a century ago and now we feel old. Boo.

It managed to snow a good two to three inches while we were in the bar. The roads were a big mess trying to get back home. It's bad when you feel your ABS engage and you're not even going that fast.

Free pancakes at IHOP today. Too bad the one in the area caught fire

"I don't know what just came over me." - drive-by bukkake victim.

music: Jimmy Eat World - If You Don't, Don't
So here we are now,
A sip of wine, a sip of water
Someday maybe,
Maybe someday we’ll be smarter

And I’m sorry that I’m such a mess
I drank all my money could get and
Took everything you let me have and then I
never loved you back...

Despite being called the International House of Pancakes, I've yet to see any in Japan. I want free waffles.
-Chan - 060301 - 1024EST



Yeah, it's false advertising. Maybe that's why they're offering free pancakes.
-rich - 060301 - 1432EST



This is a bit OT, but what was that one game where you're a girl on a bike and you try to see how far you can hit a guy?
-Chan - 060304 - 1006EST



http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/nanaca.php

Gah~! Nan~!

OT as well, I've been trying to get a hold of Isaia but he's not answering his email. Do you know if he's going to be in Yokosuka while I'm there?
-rich - 060304 - 1047EST



richard, fyi, gonna upload 3 somewhat large pictures for a bit for work.
-rus - 060313 - 1049EST



no prob, bob
-rich - 060315 - 1319EST

I forgot how much I loved to use that term. I drove it into the ground years ago and now it's back with a passion.

tard barge (n) - Mode of transportation for jerks in transit. pl. tard barges

I've been using it a lot on the highway. Buncha jerks, in their cars, like they own the place. Whatever.


It's been an interesting week. A lot of going out, eating out, hanging out. Lots of 'outness', I suppose. Well on Monday night, since I've finally caught up to what's current on 24, I ran out to Justin's dorm and participated in his 24 party. It's just a bunch of us watching it on TV together. We're like a cult without the messy suicide business. Justin, Amber, Jess and I were in attendence. And there's me like a jackass MST3K-ing it.

"Who let you out of your cage?" To Martha when she walks into President Logan and Mike's conversation.

Afterwards, we paraded out towards Marshall Square and into Chuck's for some happy hour goodness. We were buying pitchers and they were costing us more per beer than buying them individually. Pitchers were $6 and we could get four pints out of it. Beer was being sold by the pint for $1. Ah, beer math. Oh well, cheaper than water anyway. Not too long afterwards, Jeff, Christian, AD and Cindy show up and take an adjacent table.

Cheap beer = chuggage = quickly getting buzzed. By the time we downed our third pitcher, the mild buzz threw the table into a salt fight. So the place sells pretzels and there was a bunch of rock salt littered all over the tabletop. At first, we started throwing it at each other and then we started chucking them at AD's head. I'm not sure why, but maybe it was because he was drinking a root beer instead of real beer or something. Yeah, that's what you get. In retrospect, I believe we were seriously pissing him off. Haha, oops.


Tuesday was spent frantically putting together my powerpoint presentation for Journal Club. It was taking a lot longer than I thought since I needed to understand terms such as 'triangular scan bias-voltage atomic force microscopy' and be able to explain them during the presentation. I was familiar with the techniques, but I sure wasn't ready to explain them in detail. That was a late night.


So on Wednesday, I decided to dress up. A button up shirt and a tie. If my presentation wasn't going to look nice, I might as well look nice instead. And besides, I want to wear somthing nice when I die. It's like those TV/movie/cartoon ghosts that end up wearing what they wore when they died for all eternity. Or maybe I should die in my pirate costume. Ha, that would be weird.

The presentation went ok. The faculty in charge of the class didn't show up until I was halfway through with the presentation. The classmates told me my paper was an interesting one. And I heard some were arguing over my presentation a couple of hours after it was over. So, it must've been good if it initiated some form of verbal argument. If I could change something about it, I would've had a pen to mark off which parts of my script that I already had gone over. It's a long story.

On the first day of Journal Club, the faculty in charge made one point clear about these presentations: "No text on the slides." He said that there's nothing more boring than seeing a slide full of text and the presenter reading off it and being redundant. And everybody else who had already presented been drilled on their amount of text in their slides. I wanted to piss him off a bit. (Which is something I tend to do a lot.) My presentation was nothing but pictures. I didn't have any text besides the figure legends (which are technically pictures of text since they have to be screen captures). I had 45 slides of nothing but pictures.

So to compensate for the lack of text, I had written a script for me to follow as the slides were working their way through the presentation. I had written a paragraph per slide. The thing ended up four pages long, single spaced. During the presentation, I kept losing my place in the script and there was an awkward silence whenever I was searching for the right paragraph. Oops. I should've marked them off or studied the script better. He did tell me that I needed bulleted text in my presentation right afterwards. WTF?

I really, really try not to say "Um..." during a presentation. It annoys me. It reminds me of the time I was taking Calculus and the professor would say 'um' a minimum of 35 times per lecture. So I didn't say 'Um'. My 'Um's were replaced with 'So...' or 'Well..." It's the same thing as stalling the next sentence, but at least it sounds different.


Later that evening, I hung out at the Clark Tower dorms for a couple of hours. I was bugging Jess most of the time as I dragged her around from room to room. The first stop was her dorm. The Primary objective there was to drop off one of my "I'd hit it." business cards with Melissa, her roommate. Since Melissa wasn't around, I left one on her desk and I dragged Jess down to Pavi's dorm. Pavi's been a hardcore 24 soldier and finished two seasons in less than five days. I needed to see how she was doing and to pick up season 2. The next stop was Justin's dorm to drop off season 2. Then it was back to Jess' dorm and Melissa was finally back. I must've spent over an hour at each locale just talking about randomness. It's been a while since I've hung out anywhere. Unlike back in Seattle where this was nearly every day, I don't really get around to hanging out in Syracuse. Ah, good times. Jess must've been getting real impatient with me dragging her around for several hours.


Thursday was a long day in the lab. Since the technician goes home early and a mouse needed to be sacrificed for an experiment late in the day, I had to do the mouse killing. I'm used to Carbon Dioxide asphyxiation for the mice, but in this lab the mice are sacrificed via. anaesthetic overdose. Since I went through the training to handle mice, and the post doc didn't, I should've done the procedure. All we needed to do was inject 200-300ul of ketamine into the mouse. She didn't have a good hold of the mouse and ended up squirting the injection onto its fur. And since the tech went home, we had no idea where he kept the stock ketamine. It was panic time. This was the start time for a time course experiment so we needed to get this done on schedule. After searching for 10 minutes, we ended up calling him and he told us were it was. I did the injection correctly.

We have to let the mouse sit a couple of minutes to let the medicine kick in and to make sure the mouse is fully sedated. And this is where things are really different from what I'm used to. So when you asphyxiate a mouse with carbon dioxide, the dead mouse is limp. However, when you kill a mouse using an anaesthetic overdose, it's a little different. We needed to extract the spleen, so what I had to to was to cut into the abdominal cavity, search around inside, and take out the spleen. But when you OD a mouse, it's not really really dead. Whenever I made a cut into the mouse, it would twitch as a reflex. So every thing I did to it (cutting, moving organs around, etc.), the mouse would react. I'm so not used to this and it was creeping me out a bit. Oh well, work is work. The mission was a success in the end.

After running home and eating very, very quickly, I met everybody at Faegan's for some happy hour goodness. Who can say 'no' to $2 mixed drinks. Anyway, It was the usual suspects that were present: Justin, Amber, Jess and myself. I made my rounds: Tequila Sunrise, Rum & coke, and Vodka & Cranberry juice. Good stuff. I forget what we were talking about, but I do remember Jess bringing her bling. I believe we were just recapping the week the entire time. We stayed until midnight which was hell for me the next day.


On Friday, I had to be in lab by 7am. Since the time course experiment started the night before at 7pm, we needed the 12 hour timepoint at 7am. Then the 24 hour timepoint at 7pm. It was definitely a long day. I ended up taking a nap in lab wating for the 24 hour timepoint. Ah, the glorious life of science.

For lunch, Steph, Jess, Amber, Justin, Amanda, Melissa and I went to the Indian buffet in Marshall square. The occasion was Melissa's birthday. That place is awesome. I beleve that's the fifth time I've been there already. The food is great. My problem is that I always eat so much when I have lunch there. I'm soooo fat. Oh yeah.


On Saturday, I rallied up the troops to check out a Mexican Restaurant in East Syracuse called Jalapeno's. I haven't been there before, but I've heard a lot about it. So, Brandy, Amber, Justin, Renee, Matt, Jess, Melissa and I ended up going. We faced the bitter cold and the blinding snow for some good Mexican food. It was interesting getting there since the restaurant is in a part of town I've never been in. So imagine our reactions when we saw the detour because the bridge we were supposed to take was closed. We had to take the detour not knowing where we'd end up. On the detour, we spotted a car in distress. It was having trouble going uphill. I helped to get out and push, and it didn't take that much effort at all. They must've not been pushing right or something. After parking for a little bit, we rethought our strategy on how we're getting there. Basically, we edned up on continuing on the detour and winging it.

Brandy made Matt run so many red lights since she was driving the lead car while Matt was the tail. I'm not sure why Matt was driving anyway since I said that we should carpool because the parking lot was small. Oh well. Anyway, eventually we got there.

Our motorcade finally pulling into Jalapeno's. Amber and Justin are riding with Renee.

I have no idea why Matt decided to drive. Oh well, it's his gas.

Jess and Melissa.

The girls' table.

It's a little surreal eating Mexican food and then looking out the window at the falling snow.

Amber sat at the guys' table for some reason. We had our guy food, our guy jokes. Amber nearly choked to death after one of them. That seems to be a mission each time we eat out: make Amebr choke. Or something like that.

Brandy, Renee, Jess and Melissa. Oh man, Melissa freakin' shot me in the neck with the paper wrapper of her straw. I heard my name, looked over, then *BAM* straw thingie connects with neck. To make things worse, I didn't have a comeback to that. I mean, my straw was already in my water, I had nothing. Unless I took off my shoe and threw it at her. Well some may think that would be taking things a little too far. I sat defeated. I must think of a comeback.

Jess was hiding behind Melissa. Had to use the zoom lens. Oh yeah.


The food was great. We're going to have to come back again someday. I had a deep fried ice cream after my meal. I'm sooo fat. Ugh.

Yeah, so I noticed that I haven't been in any of my pictures for the past coulple of sessions. I need to fix that. I should also drag my camera around more often.


When I flew out to Seattle for Winter Break, that was the first time I tried Sudoku. I bought a little booklet for $3 to keep me occupied on my 12-hour travel hell days. Well, lately I've picked it up again due to the waiting around for these time course experiments in lab. And I once believed that achieving the average score was damned near impossible. And now, BOO-YAH, bitches. That's right.


music: Kelly Clarkson - Gone
There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight,
Just a bridge that I gotta burn...

If you did die in your pirate costume, would that make you a ghost pirate or a pirate ghost?
-Chan - 060227 - 0413EST



I'm not sure about the technicalities of it all, but it seems that I would be a ghost over a pirate. So I would have to say 'ghost pirate'.

It'll be kinda like Frank the bunny in Donnie Darko.
-rich - 060227 - 1041EST



You could then fly to Japan via a ghost plane I imagine, and do battle with ghost ninjas.
-Chan - 060228 - 0955EST



Which kind of ninjas? Tenchu ninjas or Ninja Gaiden ninjas?
-rich - 060228 - 1755EST



geez, i dont know how you can do sudoku on a computer
-kristen - 060304 - 1311EST

I forgot to mention the best part about when I went jogging last week. So down at Onondaga Community College, there's a bridge that overlooks a creek that's been carved out pretty well. Jess, Brandy and I were on the bridge overlooking the trees below which were about a good 70' below us. We spotted a pair of squirrels either quarreling or trying to 'do it'. I can't tell. Anyway, Jess and I were trying to hit them with snowballs from the bridge. Our efforts were futile. The snowballs needed nearly two seconds of hang time to get to the squirrels and the squirrels would always see them coming. I got pretty close a couple times. No success though. Boo.

Saturday night, there was a party. It was for Jesse and Adam. I don't remember the names of everybody in attendence so I won't even try. I picked up Jess, grabbed a six pack of beer and I was on my way.

I didn't start taking pictures until later into the party. I can tell because this first picture, the cake was already out for consumption. We got Jesse, Matt, Thien and Adam.

TEH COUCH!

Funny thing about the cake. We didn't have disposable plates or whatever so the number of people that can eat cake at one time was limited to the number of saucers and plates in the house. I believe that number was eight with people rotating their plates. I never got cake... I could.. I could... burn the building down....

Same as #1, different angle.

The camera is faster than the hand.

Cake #2 - dishes = problem







Well at one point, a group of girls accused me of calling them skanks or something. I had no idea what they were talking about. First of all, I never say things like that if I don't know them. Second, when I DO say stuff like that I make sure they hear it. Third, I thought that the word 'skank' died out with the great depression. I'm all for 'noveau' insults such as 'cumwhore' or 'jizzmonger' or 'schlongfiend'. You'll never catch me using 'skank' unless it's out of mockery or to quote somebody. Such as this case.

Oh well, I think they wanted a written confession and formal apology. I didn't want to give it to them and I also didn't want to start some stupid party drama. So I said that I was sorry if they heard that, I never said it, and enjoy the rest of the evening. I don't think they believed it, but I could care less. Whatever.

I also learned my Japanese is rusty. I think I'm going to squirm until I pop, come March. I tried talking to Junko in Japanese and I sucked. I was soo sloooow. However, I was also soo druunk. That's my justification. I should review my Japanese before flying out. But that's what I've been saying for a month now and haven't started yet. Oops.

I put the camera down for a while and I picked it up again about an hour later. I noticed that I tend to take pictures in bursts, expecially at parties. Well, I grabbed my camera once the girls started to dance with each other. Good times.





























Yeah, so after all that, party patrons started slowly filing out of the house. Jess stayed until 3am. That's because she had to. I'm her ride. heh

As dying parties go, there's always a storyteller amongst the remains.

This one guy was talking about getting real drunk during one party and then getting naked with all his friends. I was standing there half-scared and slightly uncomfortable until he was finished with the story. "... that's nice. So, um. Yeah, it's pretty late and ah.. I gotta go. Let's go, Jess."

I got so lost on the way back to drop off Jess. I forgot that I had to double-back to find Jesse's place on the way there so I started driving from the direction we approached. We were totally going the wrong way. We took the scenic route back to Jess' dorm. I think it would've normally been two miles to get back. The scenic route was ten miles. Oops. Oh well, we made it. We left the party 3:30AM-ish. Good times.

I was studying all day Monday. On Saturday, I had learned that a Genetics exam was coming up on Tuesday. Crap. I once again became a caffeineated zombie pulling off miracle all-nighters. I think I'm going to die doing this someday. Wait. I don't think, I know.

The exam on Tuesday wasn't that bad. It was better than the last genetis exam. But we'll see once I get it back. For the rest of Valentines Day, we planned a potluck dinner at Amber's. I whipped together a large batch of chicken wing adobo. I wasn't going to try to be creative this time around. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to make until that day and I always have adobo ingredients around. Just in case I have an adobo emergency. Mmm, preparedness.

Yeah, I didn't get as wasted as I had planned, but good food and good friends and Amber/Pavi's wine for free is always good times. Amber, Renee and I prepared the dinner while Jeanine, Jess, Brandy and Matt took care of dessert. Chicken, chicken, chicken then chocolate, cake, fruit and cookies. yum.

On Thurdsay, Amber, Justin, Jess, Pavi and I hit Faegan's at around 9pm. I was scrub-a-licious since I was watching 24 nearly all the previous night. Yeah, woke up pretty late. I'm always scrubby whenever I run into Colleen off-campus. It's like a curse or something. I've run into her at Target and Wegmans already. Jeans, sweatshirt, beanie and unshaven. I'm not impressing anybody. Oh well. That and from the corner of my eye, I caught a flash from the table next to us. I was like 'Ah, camera!' Then those girls took a couple pictures of us. Yeah, not impressing anybody. It was funny, I dropped one of my business cards into one of their unguarded purses. I wonder how her reaction was when she found it. heh.

On Friday, the temperature snapped from the 50s to the 20s really quickly and as you could imagine, the winds were pretty violent out there. Before Friday, I didn't believe I would ever see snow falling violently. But that's exactly what happened. The snow fell violently. It looked like snow but it fell like rain. It was weird. The drive was equally intense. Since it was garbage day for the neighborhood over, there were a lot of empty garbage cans flying around. There was one in the parking lot banging against a neighbor's car. Another garbage can flew across my path on my way to campus. It freaked me out a bit. It was like a poltergeist with an empty trash can fetish or something. Fun stuff.

I finally finished up Season 4 of 24 on Friday and got caught up on season 5 on Saturday. Now I can focus on schoolwork or whatever else the hell I'm supposed to be doing.

music: Beck - Hell Yes

Jizzmonger, classic.
-Chan - 060222 - 0749EST



No, not classic... "noveau"
-rich - 060223 - 1220EST

I haven't been doing too much lately. Last last week I was feeling sick since I cleaned the aparment. Stupid Lysol fumes. Then last week I've been devoting my time between watching 24 Season 3 and studying for my Virology exam, like 80:20 or something.

Anyway, last last week AD found out that Jeff, Christian and I hung out at a sorority house the week before. Yeah, I mentiond it. He was kinda pissed off about it since of all times we hung out, we chose the day he didn't go out to go to a sorority house. Nothing really happened. But he kept insisting that we weren't telling him anything. It didn't take long before we started feeding him bullshit to stop with the interrogation.

Rich: Oh man, then things got real crazy. We pulled down her pants and pushed her down the stairs.
AD: What, really?
Rich: No, not really.

Another thing I did at Christine's sorority house was that I wrote on the whiteboard "Christine smells like feet." I didn't bring it up until recently when I said "I heard you smell like feet." Oh man. Her reaction was "It was you guys that wrote that?!?!" The best part was the look in her face. It seemed like she yelled at someone else for writing that on the board. Oops. I was drunk and reckless!

Then Christian and I started talking about the worst feeling in the world. I said it has to be getting your salad tossed with hot sauce. He didn't argue.

I went out on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Busy week. Drunk week. Pretty good for the week I was feeling sick the entire time. Things got a lot better once I had a chance to sleep in late Friday night.

I also received 24 Season 3 in the mail on Friday. Bioterrorism... fun. And it really sucks to be Chase Edwards. Poor guy. I almost feel sorry for him (his character), but he's boinking with Kim Bauer so he gets no empathy.

I took a break from 24 to attend a Super Bowl XL party at Amber's. Yeah, I marched there knowing I'd be hated the entire time. It seemed for every play that ended in the Sehawks favor, a flag was thrown on the field. I mean two touchdowns were taken away. The first one was questionable and the second one, he was obviously out of bounds. But still... that was a lot of penalties. Then in the second half, the pressure was affecting Hasselbeck he started throwing the ball away a lot and got sacked.

I know a lot of people have been bitching over the refs the past week, but it looks like everything just went wrong for the Seahawks. If you wouldn't consider the critical referee calls and just look at the two missed field goals and the interception turned touchdown. If those didn't happen, then it would've been a totally different game. Oh well. What's been done is done nothing will change it.

In non-game Super Bowl relatedness, the commercials were powerful weak this year. I guess this stems from the projected viewer predictions which concluded that not as many people will watch this game in comparison to previous years due to the Seahawks participating and nobody knowing who they are. However, they were wrong. I believe the ratings for the game were 8% over last year, if I remember correctly. Weak sauce, man. Weak sauce.

The Rolling Stone halftime show was scary. The scary part comes from Mick Jagger taking off a layer of chothes between every song. When he was finally down to his glittery tube top, we were praying that this one was the last song. Fortunately, it was. That and somebody threw something huge on stage. We speculate it was a pair of granny panties. We're not sure, but we do know it was huge. Skurry.

The loss was disappointing. In the fourth quarter when the two-minute warning hit, I was thinking "WWJBD?" Well whatever it would be, it would involve a lot of fresh corpses. Oh well. Went home and watched some more 24.


On Monday, my business cards arrived. Awesome.


"I'd hit it." Classy, eh? I thought I'd pick up a pack since Vistaprint was having a sale. That and I need something to bring to Japan next month. Haha. "Kore wa, watashi no meeshi desu."

I find them hilarious since it's the amalgamation of formality and vulgarity. The font helps a bunch too. Thc concept is a physical oxymoron, a faux pas and yet it exists. I have yet to pass them out randomly to strangers... or hot chicks. In due time, I suppose. Their popularity has surpassed my own. I've already had people come up to me, whom I've never seen before and ask me for a card. Jeebus, I could probably make a small profit off these things.

I've had one girl get really offended by them. As if they're serious. She didn't even get one, she heard second hand. She was probably raised in a convent or something. Well, if you're seriously offended, and can't see that these things are merely novelty then, I'm sorry. Eh, not really.

I also showed this one girl in the Microbiology department. When she saw it, she freaked out. "Oh, what the hell?!?! This is disgusting!!" And so on and so forth. After her spiel, she started to put it in her pocket to show her friends. Such irony.

All you West coasters, I've mailed a bunch over to CarLo if you want one for your own. I didn't send him too many so better act fast. I also sent a hand written letter to CarLo. Sooo ghey....

It would be even more hilarious if they didn't charge more for printing on the back side. When you first see it, it'll read "I'd hit it." Then flip it over and it'll say "Twice." Sweet.


And this is how I pass them out. Be afeared. Be vurry afeared.


I had that crazy virology exam on Thursday. There was so much material to study for it. Good thng I already took a virology course at UW or else it would've been worse than simple review for me. The test was supposed to be two hours long. It was more like we need two and a half hours to complete this thing. The bad part was that we took the exam in a conference room. Once the two hours were up, somebody poked his head into the room. Yeah, the room was booked right after the test. Once that happened the proctor said "Yeah, we're going to have to wrap this up right now." In a Lumbergh-esque way. I finished just barely and I'm not sure about the rest of the class since everybody was still in the room when we needed to wrap it up.

Later that day, the prospective incoming graduate students were visiting campus. And traditionally, current students take them out to a bar the night they're staying. The purpose is for them to be able to ask questions to the students without the faculty around and to have a little fun in a city away from home. There are some things that you just don't say them. After an Alabama Slammer and a Tequila Sunrise amongst other things, you just don't say "Man, I didn't start drinking until grad school." Haha, that scared them a little. Oh well, I admitted the lie right afterwards but it was fun watching their reactions.

Interestingly enough, I almost killed a pair of recruits driving them back to the hotel Actually, it wasn't that bad but my car lost traction trying to round a turn doing 5-10 miles per hour. The snow had just started sticking to the streets and I overshot the turn and ran up a snow bank a little. I turned the steering wheel, but the car was still going straight. Yeah, snow driving sucks.

I went jogging around the local community college campus with Brandy and Jess. After observing the local fauna, I noticed that almost everybody was wearing a black top and jeans. It was probably the on campus uniform. As we saw more and more people, this just strengthened my hypothesis... unless it was the same guy we kept seeing. Then it would be a sampling error. I am sooooo fat... ugh.

I just finished watching 24 season 3 last night. Season 4 just arrived in the mail today. Good timing. Alright, I have stuff to do.

You stay classy, internet.

I have a party to go to tonight and I'll be bringing a bunch of my business cards. heh.

music: Pussy Cat Dolls - Flirt

you might get more chances to give head if you keep passing your cards out like that
-star - 060211 - 2126EST



Can I get a card? And can you give it to me like that?
-Brian - 060212 - 1658EST



I'd sooo give you head, Star. I was hoping you'd notice.

Brian, you have one coming. Make sure you get it from CarLo before he passes them all out to his bitches.
-rich - 060212 - 2323EST



But I want the card directly given to me from you... if you know what I mean.
-Brian - 060213 - 1459EST



Salad tossed with hot sauce and a FORK. That's gotta be the worst feeling in the world.

Not that I would know firsthand, I'm just speculating. ^_^;;
-gina - 060213 - 1546EST



Oh hell yeah, Brian. I''ll start walking west and you start walking east and we'll meet halfway.

Salad tossed with hot sauce by a rusted, bent fork attached to the end of a drill. Now THAT's hot.

Speculating too, I am.
-rich - 060214 - 1605EST