Holy Crap!
I’m pretty sure that I just passed the four year anniversary of being laid off from IBS. Woo hoo! My current job is a million times better.
I Hope That You Like Peeps
There was Easter, and stuff happened. You know what happens to Peeps when you put them into the microwave.
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FUCK SHIT PISS
I’ve been awfully busy with homework lately, and simultaneously extra stressed out by a general lack of monies. So I’m working on this fucking c++ homework. FUCK YOU COPY CONSTRUCTORS AND SHIT THAT I DON’T CARE ABOUT.
Army Of One
I was walking past the Army recruiting table on my way to work today, and I thought to myself that fighting an army of one would be a great euphemism for masturbation. I will be sure to mention this to the recruiters the next time that I walk by — although that might reduce the likelihood that I will be able to sign up later. I guess that I will have to go Marines.
Programming Languages
Python would be great if it used braces and ignored whitespace.
C++ is great if you don’t use any classes.
Ruby on rails would be great if you could use another language.
What Smells Like B.O.?
So I’ve been biking to work/school all week, this time while wearing an extra shirt so that I can change when I get there. Today I rolled into work and sat down, only to get a whiff of something foul. I smelled myself a few times before Zach finally said “I think it’s onions being cooked in the Campus Club.” So now I know three things that all smell the same:
- BO
- Badly cooked onions
- Ditch weed
How long after moving in with my dad and his wife back in the nineties did it take me to learn what pot smells like?
Where To Eat Out
Terry and Craig were over dropping off a hard drive for their PC and the Keathlys and I were having a sit down with them about all sorts of stuff, including food (of course). For those of you who don’t know Craig (you might have met him at the Halloween Party, but by the time he showed up, I, uh, well, I’m not sure if he came or not, but I think he was there). Anyway, he works at Pizza Biga, and we talked about all sorts of pizza places around town. Angino’s came up (and not necessarily in a positive light) and Stan asked which place we were talking about.
V-A-N-G-I-N-O-S?
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Tonight is apparently some sort of thing with the time and everything, like 01:02:03 04/05/06. I dunno, I just imagined my finances, and there’s no way that I can afford to move forward on my general plans without a fairly sizeable cash infusion. I looked at the online personal student loans and it’s like imagining towing a battleship. I have friends with massive debts, but up until now I’ve been doing fairly well just by having loans for tuition (and theoretically books, but the disbursements always come so late that the books were paid for by some other means — like hooking), so my loans have been holding steady at like $8k per year — maybe more, I just close my eyes and think of England.
Skin Tension
I may or may not have gotten the lyrics correct for this song by Man Man, but Man Man is the new office obsession. We have Tiger Beat posters up all over the place. It’s so awesome.
Bicycle Commuting
I rode my bike to school and back today, seemingly in a headwind both ways. (and uphill) (and barefoot, in knee deep snow) Instead of carrying my bag with all of my stuff that I don’t need for the day I just stuck my wallet, cell phone, mp3 player, and a handful of other necessities into an extra cloth lunchbag that I had lying around and strapped that to the rack on my bike. Not having a bulky backpack stapped to me was great, whether I was barreling down Johnson (into the wind) or cuising idly down 15th (also into the wind), but when I got to Coffman I came to the realization that my lunchbag was very similar in form and function to a purse. Fucking great. At least it matched my shoes.