Well, I am hung over. Good and hung over. Not feeling so dehydrated anymore, but still hung over. Tired too.

Had an interesting day yesterday. Woke up to learn of a power outage in Connecticut, so I went into work. Had dinner at my parents' house. Did a bit more work, and then went out to meet my cousin for drinks. My cousin is going back to africa this week, so it was basically to say bye to him and his family.

My cousin is 30, his wife is 29, and they have a little daughter who is 6. The wife has a sister in Washington DC who is 22 and she has a husband who is about 27. I met all of them in Branford at 'Margaritas'. Everyone was drinking margaritas, so i ordered one too. Then again and again another round was ordered. Somewhere in the mix we all did shots. So, by 11 or 12 I was quite drunk and in a Days Inn room.

I then found myself in the local diner (across from teh days inn) with the bald eagle, [bz], and the spic. I had coffee and a bagel. I then went home.

I am freezing in here, and angry because i spilled coke on myself this afternoon.

Speaking of coke. I saw the movie 'blow' on Friday. It was very good.. not an upper tho.

I am afraid I might fail physics this semester. I hate the professor and I did not do well on the last test.

Ohh.. just thought of something, see next rant.

IT'S MILLER TIME!!!

I'm still writing this horrible paper. I hate difficult stuff. I feel like I'm trying to stuff a volleyball into a pail that's just a bit too small...so I push the volleyball in, and I think it's in the pail, but it's not, and the rubberyness of the volleyball just sort of pushes the ball out of the pail quickly, and it flies out and hits me in the head. I hate RPGs too. I have maybe 4 pictures...one of my dog, a few of my girlfriend, and I think one of my mom somewhere.

Brain get bigger, make paper go away...a TA told me my prose is "turgid", which is synonymous with "tumid", which is another word to describe being a guy who is aroused, which I think is funny right now, but anyways, it means my writing's bloated and not easy to understand, which is a good criticism. I wonder if I'd be easier to understand if I had to argue my topic with a TA, I dunno. Heheh, I wish the TA had written "tumid", that would've been fucking dope. 11.5 by 8.5 inches of tumid paper-y love, that's me.

Stun

Well, I'm a happy man, since I'm going home to scenic New England tomorrow. I think I'm a pretty, I dunno if conservative is the word, but I want to live my life where I grew up - I don't know what that makes me.

Spawn is good, reviewers are dumb a lot...paying money for a game is so completely tied up with the process of enjoying a game that quite often their analysis of a game will be completely flawed. I can punch you in the stomach if you want Caniprokis.

I would've liked an older brother or a father or something, but I had friends for that, which worked well enough.

Bill Clinton is a musical genius.

I tripled my high score in Necronomicon Digital Pinball earlier today. 3,325,281,250 now. This is good.

STO

Today, the nation of Calliander has declared war on the nation of Pappy.

pigs are sheep and cats are dogs and thoughts are made from lincoln logs where black is blue and bad is good

Um. Yeah. That should be "incontrato", not "venuto". Hehe.

I've had a little too much to drink.. and then I came up to my room to find my snow man poop (yes, snow man poop). Perhaps I'll photograph it.

Anywah, I cam across a little note from my senior prom. It was a combined effort by FlyingTim and Wilson. I both think they deserve to have their nuts cupped and punched several times for it. I was really hurt by what they did..

 

Anyway.. I did come across some fun memories, but I don't have time to write about them right now. I should write more about what I came across while cleaning up my room.

Well it seems as though my room was busted this evening, yes thats right folks, the straight edge girl is getting the blame for not one but two cases of beer in her fridge. and i was made to pour it all out in the sink.

Now this story would be one thing if it were my beer or if it would ever be my beer in the fridge, but the fact that its not, and that i may have a fine, counseling classes, and academic probation as a result is leaving me less than happy at this moment in time.

OK well peace everyone, thank god this semester is almost over. I'll hopefully see most of you over xmas.