this week = crap

so this week equals crap.
its really not very pleasant, but by friday I will be in better shape. I will have 3 major projects out of the way by then. I just finished my first, a marketing presentation. Glad its done. now I just have to finish a computer science project while writing 4 pages a night for the next four nights, or perhaps 8 pages over 2 nights. I had a very scary thought. my final paper needs to be 20 pages. I assumed all along that meant double spaced. I hope I am correct in that assumption. Ive got a lot more work ahead of me than i had planned for if that is the case. Probably wont update you until its all done, expect to hear more Saturday/Sundayish. Sorry, probably the most dull entry ever. I kind of just needed to think through all of what I have to do. so. I wish both of my readers a fine week. Talk to you then

Put me in the Zoo

so this one time...

So this one time I was eating a bag of sour patch kids. They were good. I was enjoying myself, then i looked and saw a big purple one caked in the sour sugar. I was amazed. It was so big. No patch kid shaped mold could contain it. Without a second though, I threw the mass into my mouth anitcipating the giant grape goodness.

That's when something dawned on me, something very important that I failed to realize before. What I saw as purple was in fact, underneath all of that deceivingly delicious sour powder, probably more like a shade of brown. The brown of burnt gelitan, because, you see, there are no grape sour patch kids. What I had so eagerly thrown into my mouth was actually some kind of mutant reject overcooked mass of burnt sugar. It tasted awful and made me cry.
So remember, there is no such thing as a purple sour patch kid.

Thanksboning or Wanksgiving?

So my break.
First a thanks to Rachael and Conor for their assistance in getting me from place to place.
Next a thanks to my mom for kicking out some rockin meals despite having a not very nice cold. Way to play through the pain mom, you're our trooper of the week.
Finally a big thanks to Bram Cohen, architect of bittorrent. Bram has given me a new mode to download lots of free stuff off of the internet. Thanks for the sweetass techno Bram!

I ate a lot. Seriously. All the food in California. It was glorious. J-net's moving to La Jolla. I saw her new place. It's very nice. Caught up with friends from home. Went to the fake irish pub. Oh, Hooley's. You aren't fooling anyone.

The trip back to school sticks out in my mind the most. Probably because it was so heinous (no offense, conor). For some reason I thought it would be fine to catch a redeye out of San Diego into Buffalo, then drive up with Conor. Before I found my gate, I found a giftshop, then found the sleeping pills. Thank you Sominex. Here is what I remember of my flight:

1) get to my seat
2) swallow two sominex with my own saliva because I was not going to wait for the beverage service
3)darkness
4)Crashing into Newark Liberty airport

I woke up thinking "Great. I'm going to fucking die in Newark."
After some very violent turbulence I open my eyes to look out my window and see the wing of my 757 about to clip the tarmac. The engines go to full throttle and we take back off. I hate Newark.

Its late. Im tired. I'll finish my story another day.