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In celebration of Pam's visit to Austin (if only so that her memories from Texas were more profound than those moments in Lubbock), we assembled a posse and journeyed to The Parlor for delicious pizza and Fireman's #4. An amazing time was had by all thanks to madlibs and drunk bums. Wild photos were also taken.
Courtesy of my former roommate and fellow trouble maker, Dave:
applied mathematician seeks applied technology company for fun and companionship. young companies preferred, but older, more stable corporations also welcome. If you can entice me to work, then i am ready to oblige in any position. I'm quite versatile.
❦ I am aware that my Simon Cowell stories do not count as the "quality posts" I've promised.
And my thoughts seem to scatter but I think it's about:
forgiveness.
The time goes so many places...
Chopping vegetables.
Getting blinded by blue at the gym.
Ripping my CD collection.
Writing resumes.
Having sex for money.
...dwelling on all the things I wish I had been able to say.
And lately: Java. My undergrad class is really picking up steam, as is the learning curve. This week I spent a great deal of time on a program to compute Carmichael Numbers, numbers that pass the Fermat test but are not prime.
"What is the Fermat test," you ask? Check it:
Let a be a random number between 2 and n - 1 (being n the number whose primality we are testing). Then, n is probably prime if (a^n)mod(n) = a holds. If a number passes the Fermat test several times then it is prime with a high probability.
But some numbers that are not prime still pass the Fermat test with every number smaller than themselves. These are the aformentioned ♥Carmichael numbers♥.
Someone who has mad leet Java skillz could probably do this quite quickly but for me, it required a big chunk of my week. The upshot: I got to learn about and program neat math things like Eratosthenes Sieve, an algorithm for making a table of prime numbers.
More interesting was dealing with the issue of computing (a^n)mod(n) as (a^n) can get very large very fast and cause catastrophic overflow!! But it turns out you can deal with the mod inside the exponent. Check out this article if you're interested. The site also has some info on how the RSA cipher works, in case you are curious.
The whole thing got me thinking that number theory might be the shizzle, and I should probably take a closer look at the number theory book John Hambone lent to me.
Reunion with Pam tomorrow!
And I always thought that I'd see you baby
One more time again.
For the lj-types:
☂Current Music: Ready for the World, "Oh Sheila"
I just had to mention that because this song is fucking rad. It comes off the freshly ripped "Billboard Hits 1985" which also features the most excellent song "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" by John Parr, which absolutely must join the ranks in my "Beats for the Gym" playlist. Talk about an uplifting song, "St. Elmo's Fire" has it all. I can see a new horizon underneath the blazing sky. I'm tearing up... truth.
Just once in his life
A man has his time
And my time is now
I'm coming alive
watched a bit of the treachery that is "American Idol" last night in order to figure out my dream.
turns out, i'm charmed by assholes.
(and also quite jealous that i can't make a living off of insulting people).
many people who have quit smoking say they experience dreams about smoking for weeks, months, years after quitting...
...last night I dreamt I was at a pub, drinking a beer and casually lit up a smoke. Just then I realized that I had quit. I woke up feeling guilty that I had smoked. Link.
In the dreams I'm smoking "just one" - at least that's what I seem to be telling the people in my dreams that see me smoking. I wake up thinking that I really have smoked and it takes a while to realize that it was just a dream. Frustrating! I wish the dreams would go away. Link
When I quit smoking a few months ago using nicotine patches, I had very vivid, long unpleasant or nightmarish dreams every night for about 10 days. Link
Lately I feel that if I can't smoke in real life, maybe it would be nice to smoke in my dreams! Unfortuantely, even my smoking cecessation induced rem sleep won't give me my fix. My dreams either involve seeing cigarettes or holding cigarettes but never smoking them. And if my dream is not about smoking, then it's akin to other nightmarish episodes that other quitters have described. The other night I had this sci-fi-esque dream where I was trapped inside this giant robot that had these tentacles whipping around all over the place. Eventually it killed me.
So last night I went to bed thinking, "alright, no bad dreams, I need a good night's sleep." So I left the door open for some fresh air and turned off all the lights (I usually sleep with a light on because -- and this isn't supposed to make sense -- I'm always worried that I won't wake up to my alarm, and I naivly think that if I leave a light on, then I will not sleep as deeply and thus have some hope of responding the my 7:30am wake-up call). And then sleep.
First I woke up to the crazy thunder storm. I must have been dreaming because I usually like the thunder but I woke up totally freaked and talking to my cat like some kind of psycho cat-lady.
I woke again a couple hours later, when Ivy engaged in his nightly pawing-at-the-blinds to wake me up so I could let him outside. I was so pissed! And I knew it was raining. So I got up and opened the door and Ivy went outside all confused and I'm standing there in the doorway telling Ivy, "See, you don't want to be outside." Then I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt and that I should probably go back inside. Ivy followed.
Finally, sleep. It was then that I had a dream that I have yet to shake from the core of my being. It started off normal enough. I was at some kind of social gathering. Sheri was there with her Knubbable ex, who for some reason was rolling cigarettes even though he does not smoke in real life. He offers me one and I say "sure" and the cigarette is about half the size of a normal cancer stick. Then something happens and I lose it! So I'm going all over the place trying to find this cigarette. And when I would find it, I'd get interrupted by something and have to put off smoking it. And when I was free again, suddenly the cigarette went missing.
One of these interruptions was a tryst with Simon Cowell of "American Idol" fame.
It was one of those drunken moments that a girl dreams of: drama, self-loathing, and the comfort of a strong man. And because it was Simon Cowell, notorious B-I-T-C-H, I was touched by his sudden display of tenderness. I don't recall any meat and two veg, but something happened between us that was special. The dream followed into the next day, and Simon had to go back to Hollywood, and back to the asshole I loathe to love.
When I woke up this morning, I was not mournful or relieved about the cigarette I did not smoke. Instead I was filled with the kind of anticipation and confusion that often fills and torments the soul on the "morning after". What did this mean and where was this going? Who is Simon Cowell? Is he the Lillith to my James or just the subconscious representation of my Austin? WHY SIMON COWELL?
I'm so confused.
And so in love.
Some books on dreams:
Zolar's Encyclopedia and Dictionary of Dreams
You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
a couple people have commented here and on lj about where the hell i'm actually going.
funny i didn't bother mentioning that.
not funny ha ha.
just funny duh.
the current dream/hope/plan is to move to London asap. all of my time and energy are going into making this dream a reality. there is a big to-do list somewhere out there, and slowly i'm checking things off. ... sadly, i haven't yet check off item "get a job".
moving overseas is going to be very expensive, so you should float me some money-cash and help fulfill my destiny. present me with the money, i promise the postcard.
bizzy bizzy buzzing like a killer bee. haven't had much time to update lately. not true: haven't much mental capacity to self-inspect lately, or at least to find something interesting to link to or scrutinize. creating lists and keeping them under my pillow while i sleep: strange having so much to do all of the sudden? hard to believe this time around i'm actually going. (that is provided i get my ass in gear and take some action.)
i remember my first tough breakup: me and urbana-champaign. i was leaving for a summer in new orleans followed by a semester at MASS. it was so trying back then, leaving my friends. i even had a song for the whole thing -- "Don't Change Yours Plans" by Ben Folds Five -- and a survey, "Should I Stay or Should I Go?"
this time around, i can't wait to get away.
i've always wanted to sell everything i own, leave the continent, and go where my boosh hairs take me. so strange to be finally doing it... and so much fun. it's as if i've been "moving forward, standing still" for years and finally i'm flying. (funny what letting go of b.s. childhood dreams of being a rocket scientists will do for the soul... chicken soup, or in my case, split pea with carrots and celery).
have i mentioned how grateful i am for finding someone who appreciates that as much as i do?
oh Austin, i thought we could have been so much more than a passing romance. it seems as though our time is up. destiny is calling. my time is up. i'm out of here.
so i'm having "heaps" of fun going through my belongings and deciding what i keep and what i let go (tear).... i've decided to rid myself of my cd collection. some i'm selling on amazon; the less acceptable items i'm going to give away or give to the library. stay tuned for free goodies. meanwhile, i'm discovering some old favorites. recognize these? if you do, this boosh'll give you first dibs on the freebies...
When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
-------
I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
it can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
this place is so quiet, sensing that storm
-------
When you're following an angel
Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
-------
When I'm stable long enough
I start to look around for love
See a sweet and floral print
My mind begins the arrangements
But when I start to feel that pull
Turns out I just pulled myself
She would never go with me
Were I the last girl on earth
-------
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
to please
-------
laying in bed tonight I was thinking
and listening to all the dogs
and the sirens and the shots
and how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets
while a happy man takes a walk
and maybe it is time to live
by the by the way: the image on top is a pic of the fan in my treehouse... a spider made a web so powerful, that it actually managed to retract the chain.
i promise: less narcissism coming soon. in the meantime, you may consider enjoying a glass of canoe ridge merlot (2001) with me. it is delicious.
not sure what mdthomas's site is all about, but he's exploiting some of my images for pure eeeevil.
good work, md. it was only a matter of time.
shout out to deez for the link. may john ritter rest in peace yo.
that's all i've got. touched some of my own bang bang fruit last night: that's right, tito's on ice with a bit of lemon juice. so marks the end of a very very long week.
learned how cool the comparable class in java is.
learned how much memorization is required to succeed in biology.
learned how not to present big "O" notation to biologists.
learned that green leaf lettuce vs. romaine is much more flavorful and pleasant in a traditional greek salad.
(brings me back to last week's lesson: who knew greek salad dressing was merely olive oil, lemon juice, oregano, and pepper?)
had a crazy dream last night. i was in a computer lab... one of the small ones in the math building. for some reason i was pruning my boosh and having a chat with someone sitting behind me. i said something like, "i wonder how you do [this]". then the person next to whoever i was talking chimes in very slyly and says, "oh but have you considered...." and it was James! so i got all excited and jumped out of my chair, pants around my ankles, shouting, "oh my god james it's you that's so weird because i was just trimming my BOOSH!!"
i mean.... why?
Just afloat on the sea
Find myself in a page of history
You know as I ride along
There's a memory of a song
About you,
And where you're meant to be.
You're going to tell me the answers.
I'll know
When you come back to me.
If we fall,
Love will catch us. Every time
I hear you call, I will run.
And if the magic of the adventure overcomes
We won't cry because it could be fun.
I'm going to tell you the answers.
You'll know, when you come back to me.
i'm thinking about dropping one of my four classes this semester, specifically, Algorithms (a theoretical approach). this is causing me a fair bit of guilt as i feel i should be able to handle 4 classes when 1 is a seminar and the other is credit/no credit. still, i'm having a difficult time getting my work done while looking for a job and pursuing my abs of steel. help.
last night, potential panic-induced cigarette smoking was averted by mental redirection. the solution? replace cigginess with sexiness: mental imagery has never worked so well. works well at the gym with all the sweat and pheromones. works even better in the post-gym shower.
been keeping up with the jones's during lunch today and i think i may have caused some offense. i feel a bit sheepish about this because i know i've been takin' out some of my, oh let's call them insecurities, on other woman who are spending too much time thinking about penises. i feel like i've spent the last 2 years of my life worrying so much about boyz that my mind just sort of gave up and fell asleep because it could no longer deal with the drama. and when i awoke, i was pissed as hell.: i'm starting to believe that i (the everywoman) am of no use to men unless they have some sexual power over me. it hurts though because i love men. as a misogynist, where do i go from here?
far. far. away.
so i'm doing like cory and ridding myself of most earthly possessions. you could own the spacekadet couch and all of the sex juices its collected over the years!! stay tuned for a full inventory....
Realizing that Chang Sub may be inadvertantly responsible for all of my sadnesses in Austin, TX.
Damn you.
this week sucks.
i have an exam on tues and 2 hw assigments and a presenation due wednesday.
i woke this morning craving an omelette and realized my omelette pan was crazy dirty from prior egg adventures.
and for some reason, i have been consistently craving cigarettes for the past several days. james left a message for me on V-Day inviting me to have smoke and a chat with him. maybe it's the MASS flashback giving me the jitters. all i know is that this better go away before the uber-panic bombshell falls and sends me to the Quix.
it sucks feeling like i can't control this.
one thing i've had on my mind lately is moving. i know that if i get a job in a city where i have no friends, then i will almost certainly start smoking again. it's pathetic and lonely, but most likely true. so the solution is to devote myself to getting a job in a place where i know people, or where the city has so much of it's own character and warmth that i will not need to seek unhealthy friendships like the one i have with nicotine.
London calling?
Follow up:
Now that I've let my mind run amok, I am seriously thinking about taking up smoking again until I have more motivation to quit. (Last summer was soooo easy compared to this.)
Sigh, I hate excuses.
I know I'm in a good mood when I'm so engrossed in the iPod and fantasies of pole dancing to "Rock DJ" that I totally pass up my house on the walk home from Flightpath.
I hope you had yerself a fantastic Valentine's Day. Ideally you were able to ignore the event and simply have a "Happy Saturday". If not, I hope you had a valentine who gave you sweet lovin' and made you tingle not unpleasantly. If you found yourself drunk and lamenting, I hope someone took pity on you and offered a poke or at least a good make-out session in the bed of their truck.
Me, I took my valentine to Chipotle.
As I paid for our food I said "Happy Valentine's Day!" to my sweetie and the man behind the counter said, "you've got to be kidding me."
If you ask me, nothing says "yer gonna get laid tonight" better than a big ol' burrito (with guacamole... gotta have guacamole).
Mmm. I'm hungry.
As Valentines Day fell on Austin, Texas, so too did a bit of snow. It came in the middle of the night and left before most of us woke up. When we did rise, however, we were greeted with sunshine and the sound of water drip drip dripping from the rooftops and the tree branches and saturating our lawns and sensitivities.
Valentine's day is often a source of great discontent for many. For those without a valentine, it can be an unwelcome reminder of failures and love-strewn embarrassments etched into our lives because calendar manufacturers aren't sensitive enough to omit it from its February page. Girlfriends worry that their boyfriends forget. Boyfriends wonder if she really meant it when she said "I don't care about valentines day."
And cynics have yet another excuse to bitch about consumerism.
Admittedly, and as per usual, I haven't been anticipating this February 14 (just like I haven't been anticipating most of these worrisome days). Something is amiss. No one has it together. Nothing makes sense. And the wealth of "Life Affirming Valentine's Day Celebrations" is making me want to shake a baby. People get so defensive on valentine's day.
What are you so worried about?
Listen to the water fall and sprawl out in a sunny spot like a happy Ivy cat and try not to feel in love.
I dare you.
No no, don't start crying.
No, please, not the fetal position.
Get up on your feet.
Stop makin' tired excuses.
Love is all around us.
It's written in the wind.
And in the slush.
And in warm scarves and wool coats.
It's a shame I'm such a bizznatch.
so i had this exam last night that i barely studied for. you could say i didn't earn all those beers last night. i did, however, earn the second hand smoke that currently has me feeling like an exhaust pipe.
(to think i used to smoke on top of that!)
tell me: how do you mend a broken boosh?
is this rock bottom of the quarter-life crisis?
am i a woman on the verge of a brazilian bikini wax?
perhaps this can work to my advantage...
You're Madagascar!
Lots of people don't really know anything about you, making you buried treasure of the rarest kind. You love nature, and could get lost in it whenever possible. You're remote and exotic, and the few people who know you value whatever they share with you a great deal. For some reason, you really like the word "lemur".
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Someone said something today that really hit me...
There is a difference between wanting to quit smoking and not wanting to smoke. It seems to me that while you would like to be a nonsmoker, you still want to smoke. This is where you need to change your thinking.
How fucking true is that? I think I need to change my thinking about a lot of things...
While I would like to have a six-pack, I still want to eat pizza.
While I would like to shoot my TV, I still want to watch Will & Grace and 6:30pm.
Anyway. Acquired the Lost in Translation soundtrack. It's wonderful. Absolutely Wonderful. I have a headache.
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing
I read this article while waiting for the bus this morning. It's about Ajay Trikha, who suffered brain damage as a result of a car accident. The damage rendered him incapable of performing appropriately in his UT classes. As a result, UT suspended him until he could prove via a positive doctor's evaluation that he is competent enough to perform academically. In the meantime, if Trikha so much as steps food on UT's campus, he could be escorted away in handcuffs.
Someone needs to step in and lay the hard truth on the line for Ajay: accidents suck and your life has changed. Ajay, you're too slow now and you can't keep up with UT classes. What? You say you were vice president of the College Republicans and you interned for the governor's office under G.W. and you had a 3.8 GPA? Key word here being "were". It's time to move forward with what you've been left to work with.
And UT: shame on you for be too embarrassed to tell Ajay the real deal. Tsk tsk... always hiding behind bureaucracy like a scared puppy.
Am I an asshole for thinking that UT shouldn't have to deal with "mentally impaired" students? It's one thing to give a student some extra time on an exam because some doctor said he's ADD, but I don't think a university should have to make any excuses for not allowing an academically incompetent student to continue study. When I was in grade school, I didn't mind that the "slow readers" got extra attention and their own special table. But if that kind of special treatment flies at UT, then maybe Larry Faulkner wouldn't mind reminding me exactly what all those applications and interviews and letters of recommendation were all about in the first place.
this is more than a bit funny.
last year tracey had a sushi party where i accidentally ate some shrimp. i have been a strict vegetarian since (as far as i know), until tracey's subsequence sushi party last night. this time, my fishy indulgences were not so much an accident.
but i'm getting ahead of myself.
these past couple of weeks i've been a little cranky. these undergraduate cs classes have been working my little logic centre raw. i'm out of money. i've been doing very little drinking so as not to engage in any smoking. i'm sore (ok, good pain). so i guess the party line is that i've been allowing my anxieties to divert me from most social occasions (someone pass the paxil platter).
tracey apparently likes to celebrate her birthdays with friends and fish. i wasn't sure about attending this year because i was really concerned about smoking and i'm frightfully awful with new people. but i mean, i had to go. as soon as we arrived and tim did his first sake bomb, i immediately regretted offering to be designated driver. i also wondered why we drove in the first place; tracey's place is a 15 minute walk from tim's. so i started to panic, and i was hungry, and i wanted to smoke, and i was surrounded by eels and tuna. so i took the car home and walked back, picking up a pack of kirin on the way and using all of my power not to say "a pack of american spirit lights please" at the counter.
back at tracey's i was drinking like a champ and eating some yummy vegetarian noodles tracey had made. sadly, they were not sating my hunger. perhaps it was the alcohol induced haze or the temporary insanity associated with an empty stomach, but i decided that i was going to eat sushi, fish or not. so i ate, and i ate, and i ate. then i found this bowl of something and started eating that. it was delicious. and it was squid salad.
the whole thing turned out to be an absolute blast. i learned that tracey is thinking about leaving town as well and for similar reasons (something about bad associations and a lack of general "rightness"... i don't remember exactly, but i do know that a moment was shared). the food was great and the not smoking was even better -- damn you tracey for trying to tempt me.
wink wink.
my only regret is not taking my camera. i haven't been taking many pictures this year; very unusual for me. i think i forgot that things still happen to me that are worth remembering.
shame on me.
But i can't wait.
Ugh, it's trenchcoat weather. The streets of UT campus are peppered with tan and black, and all i want to do is scream. As far as i'm concerned, the only people who can pull off a trenchcoat are Neo and Chris Noth.
(Couldn't find a picture of Chris in a trenchcoat, but he looks damn good here.)
Was it the trench coat mafia or the TTU t-shirt I wore today? Either way, I feel completely bogged down by the world today. Almost hungover. I feel like Atlas, only instead of the world, I have the weight of the boosh on my shoulders. "But wait," you say, "I thought you just trimmed."
Sometimes a trim just isn't enough.
Ya feel me?
What's really getting me is the new Barenaked Ladies song. If you know me at all, you know that I absolutely adore BNL's music. "Rock Spectacle" is one of the best live compilations of all time. They've got a goofy sound that manages to be occasionally poignant and touching. I find most of it irresistable. Even their less serious songs manage to be genuinely funny. But these past couple years my liking for the band itself has been waning. I suppose it all started with the annoying "One Week" followed by "It's All Been Done" which was absolutely tedious. Then they started being total bitches about shared music. I can look past that; musicians work hard to make it in the industry and should look down upon so-called "fans" who don' have the decency to support the band by purchasing legal copies of their art. (For the record, all of my BNL tunes were legitimately purchased.) They picked things up a bit with their album Maroon, but their latest song "Another Postcard" has sealed the boredom deal for me. Are they so out of material that they have to resort to winning the kind of audience humored by monkeys? Postcards... chimpanzees... I don't get this song. It makes me so sad.
So let's look back at what BNL used to be and gather those tender morsels into an urn I call "BNL: Fading Memories Blending into Dull Tableaux":
Old Apartment
Call and Answer
Break Your Heart
What a Good Boy
When I Fall
Hello City
Brian Wilson
Off the Hook
Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank
Conventioneers
Falling For The First Time
Alcohol
I Live With It Every Day
In The Car
This is Where It Ends
Tonight Is The Night I fell Asleep At The Wheel
Jane (I am the quintessential Jane St. Claire)
Lovers in a Dangerous Time
Wrap Yours Arms Around Me
Blame It On Me
Your list might be different, but these are my favorites, in no particular order. "Old Apartment" might be my absolutely favorite, partially because it's the first BNL song I heard that I really liked and at the time it really hit home as I had recently moved out of the apartment and the life of a guy I was seeing. I'm not sure if the woman he lives with on the Danforth is the same woman he lived in the apartment with, but I tend to think it's a different person. It makes me think about all the people we leave behind and the special little things they gave us that we miss. It also makes me think about how life goes on.
Also towards the top is "Call & Answer", mostly because I think it would be extremely appropriate for a lover to play for me, partially because a girl dreams of finding a boy she can depend on, but mostly for the lines
But I'm warning you, don't ever do
those crazy messed up things that you do
If you ever do
I promise you I'll be the first to crucify you
Now it's time to prove that you've come back
here to rebuild.
(I also think Dexter Freebish's "Leaving Town" would be an appropriate choice, but that's for another bloggerbation session.)
You might want to put "Blame it on Me" on the same album. That song is so painful but so true and I can't help but love it. Pardon me, but I just shed a tear.
"I Live With It Every Day" has a similar effect.
"Jane" is the second BNL song I fell in love with, because it's all about girls like me.
"Falling For The First Time" makes me feel like skipping, as does "Hello City".
So light up some candles and nestle in with your own private BNL retrospective. Unless, that is, you're humored by monkeys.
this site is weird and kind of intriguing...
I witnessed my two friends kiss eachother. And now I find myself remembering that night and enjoying it obsessivley. I cannot forget that kiss. It turns me on. We are all male and it was a pool party. Women just dont do it for me anymorei am employed full time and have been at my current job for 5 months. i do nothing. i stand around and talk and pretend to be busy. the management like me, but i'm afraid my workmates know i don't care.
I'm a fan of some pretty hardcore metal music....but every once in a while I throw in Journey's Greatest Hits and totally rock out
from grouphug.us (courtesy of Ginger The Fierce).
I see I'm not the only one thinking about geek fitness.
Torrone's ultimate goal for the portable geek gym is to help people who don't really want to exercise, but feel they should. "Everyone is going crazy trying to get fit, but they get bored," [Phillip Torron] said. "With this you can take the information you want with you -- you don't have to give up anything."
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on Xandros' first Friday night in austin, we held an all day drink-a-thon. at the end of it all we were quite hungry, only in his stupor, tim dropped his lasagna on the floor. these pictures are worth it just for the facial expressions.
on an aside, i was quite impressed with Amy's Organic (Hippy) Veggie Lasagna. for a microwaveable meal, the lasagna noodles remain al dente, and the overall dish is quite flavorful.
so ends another superbowl sunday. i hope you caught some superbowl fever, because it sure missed me. i hope you went to a party that had chips and dip on the coffee table and a cooler of beer next to the couch. i hope you got some high fives. i even hope your team won.
although i had the big game on mute for a fair bit of the afternoon, i was so focussed on homework that i only looked up a couple times to see the score, and it was always 0-0. perhaps it seems odd that i spent a sunday afternoon spooning with the books. it's just that i'm feeling the pressure to catch up with the rest of the mad leet haxx0rs in the class. i'll be back to my old self soon enough.
but momentarily, i have a week of long hours and late nights ahead of me. in the meantime, enjoy sock-puppets in oil.
