Crunch Time

Whew! I have no internet at home. Not because of no service, but because I don't have my wireless access point handy... yet. If I don't get it back, BY TOMORROW, there will be a BIG UGLY CHORD going through the kitchen.

I will not tolerate insolence! (or something)

Umm, Anyway, it's the last week before finals, and I got plenty to do!

So!

I will make this quick, and then I'm going to Ruh-Ruh-Ruh-Ruhn Ah-ff!

(needs more Ruh's)

Evan is wanting to take a second job this summer to get more $$$. He is also fighting his stupid towing fees that the county charged him for taking his beat-up Rex. I believe he has a solid case.
I am going crazy from all the work and everything. I have been talking to my dad and friends about me, and how I go nuts when I have little to do, and the reply that I got is that I have too much of a sense of urgency, that I will run myself into the ground.

I dedicate this summer... *puts hand on chest* TO ME.

The other day, Paul, Ben, Erin and I had an XBox party. And it was good.

Except!

I hadn't slept much. Stayed up too late the prior night talking with Jamie (which, yes, was worth it) and I was mr. Krankerton. On top of that, Erin was sick.

These XBox LAN parties are not as cool as they used to be. Maybe it's because we're playing the same games. Maybe the television is too small. Maybe the atom bomb will strike first.

I will talk and work some new fun stuff out. In all, the vegan shish-kebabs were yummy.

In my accounting class, I have invented Perverted Accounting Principles. Your imagination is left to you, but... think that one person's expense is another's income

That assets is equal to liabilities and net worth (equity)
--->>> (assets = liabilities + equity)

and so forth. It makes accounting... better.

2 things!

I was studying the spinal chord some more, and moreso now, whenever I push a ROW of carts in, I see a spinal chord pattern, kinked wrong, from them. I must quit looking at spinal chord diagrams.

I am remembering what nonproductive stuff *really* excites me: science fiction. Booyah. The idea of freedom in space is so... romantic?

LOOKAHT! SPAESE MUNKIS!

Yeah, I'm obnoxious as of late.

I have to go run and do papers. Running while doing papers can be dangerous, cuz if you slip, the pencil might stab someone. Got to keep the pencil under control!

Bye~!

"Sell what you know", and I know about booze! -No I don't drink