What the F?
Last night, in the evening sometime, I had two horrible dizzy spells. I would be watching TV, and then the TV would start to tilt, so I'd tilt my head to the side to try to fix it, but then it would start spinning almost. Ugh. I got seasick in my front room. It was very strange. And I have never gotten seasick before, but that's the only thing I can describe the feeling as. After closing my eyes for a minute or so, the room righted itself and I felt better. But then it happened again when I was typing on the computer later. Ugh. I didn't really want to puke, but it made my head feel very strange.
This morning, my parents got me up early to work on the cars and in the front yard before it started raining. And currently....it still hasn't started to rain. Boy, am I glad that I got up early to do 5 hours of work before that mystical rain struck. It was sunny a minute ago. Bah. I could slept a little more, I think.
Well, an update on the eBay auction for the slicer/ grater. It went for $48.00 total, including shipping. What a dumbass. You can get it cheaper from the company....new. Whatever. Your loss.
I've been trying to find a new game on Addictinggames.com to hold my attention. I can't find any goods ones. :( Here's a list of what I have been playing though (and my high scores- let's see your scores):
http://addictinggames.com/atomica.html 24,980- Professorhttp://addictinggames.com/texttwist.html 50,100http://addictinggames.com/helicopter.html 759 (not good at that game)http://addictinggames.com/minipool2d.html
Anyhow, I guess I will go now. Have a Happy New Year!Current mood: hungryCurrent music:
Cleaning Out Granny's Garage
My granny is going through her garage and getting rid of a lot of the stuff she doesn't use or has never used. She was going to just toss some kitchen utensils (like a fancy grater/slicer and an electric slicer), so I grabbed them and I listed them on eBay. The hand-held slicer is going to go for over $40 total, and it retails for $45. God, people are stupid. LOL. Woohoo! Saved a whole $5, yet you have to trust that my description is accurate and that it gets there in 1 piece. So was saving $5 really worth it? Maybe not.
The electric slicer hasn't got a bid yet, but I got a ton of people watching it. I think it's funny though, because that thing weighs so much. Shipping is going to kick my ass there. And that's where eBay is impractical. For small goods and rare items, eBay is the best place to sell them. But the shipping charges on larger items makes it pointless. Gah.
Anyhow, my granny was going to throw this box away that was labeled "Sony Shortwave." I grabbed it and found a brand new (in 1989) shortwave radio. I'll be damned. Well, that's on eBay now. LOL. And someone threw a bid down within the first hour. Sweet...........
In case you hadn't noticed, I am able to post pictures once again!!! Yay! I gave up on Hello since it just kept saying "a network error occurred" everytime I tried to post a picture. So after months of no pictures, I am back in business here. Blogger finally made their own pictures uploading button, so that's the way this works now. Much nicer. I hope to get some sledding pics up once I get back in Pocatello and go sledding. I have tubes this year, so that should be fun.
Current mood: about to fall asleep on the keyboard and leave you a string of "tvgbf yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" from my head
Current music: Die Trying- self titled CD
Wowzers.....700 posts. I can still remember when I started this thing up, back in high school when the birth of Blogger occurred. It may not seem that long ago, but it was about 2 and a half years ago. I really can't believe that I have been in college for that long. Seriously. The time has just flown and I want some of it back. Ha.
I can still remember sitting at The Table with The Crew like it was just yesterday. I remember weighing 125 pounds. I remember going to Hearn's class after lunch and being glad that she kept that room frigid (since I got pit stains the size of Texas). I remember Senor Celano and his "Senor Pelazini Fettuchini Rigatoni Spaghetti and Meatballs." I remember always being able to see his wang outlined in his pants and always looking away, ashamed for him. I remember waiting each day in English (with Raumin) for that torture to end. Hell, I remember doing recitations in there for "Hamlet."
I'm not saying that I want to go back to the high school times, but I am saying that the times since high school have gone quickly. It's weird. I can remember stuff from my 1st 2 years of college really well, but it doesn't seem like it's been two years.
I guess that means I am getting older. I know, I know. I am a young'un, the youngest of most people I know. But still, we are all getting older.
I feel old when I drive around Redlands. I drove through RHS the other day and saw all the high school kids scurrying off to class as the bell rang. God, that made me feel strange. It was like I was intruding into a younger world as I drove through the campus on Citrus. I mean, I was intruding, since it wasn't my high school, but I think that the age difference was what made it seem distant.
So I don't know where this post is going. It was pretty pointless. Sorry to waste your time.
Below is a song I really like. It's very strange for a band like Audioslave to come out with a song like this, but whatever.
Audioslave- "Be Yourself"
Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone
And another only fame
Someone tries to hide themself
Down inside their selfish brain
Someone swears his true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
Divided or united?
Or is everyone insane?
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
You can be fading up
And pulled apart
Or been in love
Every single memory of
Could have been faces of love
Dont lose any asleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win love
But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Current music: Coheed and Cambria- Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume 1: From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness (very, very, very weird band and their singer looks nothing like he sounds, but I like 'em)
Current mood: reminiscent
FADS of '05
10. Video games are now being advertised almost as if they are movies and are becoming very prominent in the media. I imagine people are buying a buttload of them, since the advertising has to foot the bill somehow. But, I for one, am sick of seeing the "Prince of Persia- The Two Thrones" commercials. I hope this is a fad that will fade. I know it is a multi-billion dollar industry, but I really do despise commercials. They cut into my "Family Guy" time. 9. The USC Trojans and their football team were a pretty big fad this year (in my opinion). Not only did people jump on the bandwagon of a winning team (like always), but every damn media network out there covered them in all their glory. I realize that they are probably the best team in the country, but damn folks, it's football. There's other stuff going on. And I really hope Texas kicks the living shit out of them in the Rose Bowl. Please.
8. Chipotle is the newest fad in flavoring. It snuck its way into potato chips, McDonalds, Jack-in-the-Crack, and pretty much everywhere else this year. Chipotle is smoked jalapenos. I like the taste, but if you are not a fan of heat and/or jalapenos, then it's not for you. And no, this is not referring to that crappy so-called Mexican place on Orange Street in Redlands. Ugh. Nasty food.
7. The RAZR- everybody and their brother has one of these bad boys now. I am neutral on the subject of the RAZR- I don't love them and I don't hate them. They just exist....in everyone's pocket. One thing I don't get about them is that they don't save that much space, since the volume they occupy is that of a standard phone, they are just shaped differently. Ah well. The power of marketing makes everybody want to have one.
6. I know I listed the World Poker Tour on ESPN as a fad for 2004, but this year online poker made it into the fad list. Not that it's a bad thing, unless you suck at poker. Then it's bad for you, good for Alex. I don't play online poker, but I might make a few sports bets online now and then. ;)
5. Deese be fuckin' tite, dawg. Dey goes 'roun n 'roun, but da cah stopt. God, I hate spinners. They are the most useless invention in the history of mankind, besides a s'more maker anyways. They are ugly and pointless. Anyhow, I guess they were the biggest, newest, best thing to put on your car this year (not on my truck though- if you try to put those on ym truck, I will cram them up your ass....and then make them spin).
4. In 2005, it was popular to hate on our president. He may not be an extremely smart man, but I guarantee you that he could outwit that fucktard Kanye West any day of the week. Yeah, Bush hates black people. I am sure. That's why he had Condalezza Rice and Colin Powell in his Cabinet. Right. And Kanye tells us about all the blacks that died in Hurricane Katrina and that Bush purposely withheld aid because he is a racist bigot. Right. That's why more whites actually died in Hurricane Katrina (look it up- it's true). Kanye.....stick to music, you jackass. At least you there you don't sound totally incompetent at life (just mostly).
3. Ringtones snuck into number 3 in my countdown. I fucking hate ringtones and ringtone commericals. I want to strangle the inventor of the ringtone (besides the standard ones present on most phones). Seriously, if I wanted to here a shitty, tinny, high pitched version of "Jingle Bells," I'd listen to my mom play the piano. If I wanted to hear "Gold Digger" (not that I would, since I hate that damn song with a fiery burning passion) with shitty quality, I'd turn on the radio, cover it with a pillow, get a Spanish station to come in with "Gold Digger," and then beat it with a baseball bat. Ringtones suck.
2. The number 2 fad for
2005 was the XBOX 360. Why? Because people would pay 3 times the retail value for one. Because it was the most highly sought after Christmas present. Because people acted like they needed it like they needed air. Because people are insane. Over a game console. Now, I have to admit that the controllers being wireless rocks and that the graphics are good, but seriously, it doesn't save lives or really help in your every day life. It's a game console and not a life-changing one, but it was the second biggest fad of '05.
1. And of course, the number 1 fad of 2005 is the iPod. I swear, I don't know how many people bought one of these damn things, but you would think that people thought they needed one to live. Ahem....folks, it's OK. You can put the iPod down. You will be alright. That's it, just put it down and back away. Say 'no' to Apple. You can do it. I know the commercials were spiffy and everyone else got one, but you can live without one. I know this for a fact. I do it. I manage, I get by. You can too. I would have been more likely to buy one if they had used the following ad campaign: "Stewie Griffin's iPod Commercial."
Current music and mood: Finger Eleven- self titled CD and fine and dandy
What?I was playing Yahoo! pool the other day because I was bored and it's mildly entertaining. Anyhow, I lost to this guy named cherokee0189 in the first game. In the second game, I made a good shot (thus his comment "ns" in the picture to the left). I commented that I was lucky for the seconde ball to fall. However.....he left some incomprehensible shit for me. I can't make sense of it. Can anyone tell me what that last line of text means in English? I think he wrote in hieroglyphics with a quill pen, then urinated on it. That's how clear it is to me.So I have another gripe about big ole honkin' SUVs. Not only do they guzzle gas and not only are they totally unnecessary (honestly, who needs an SUV besides the Army? How many times have you taken it off-roading?), but they suck at night.....for other drivers. When they come up behind you, it is like they have their brights on, blinding you via your rearview mirror (that little switch on the mirror allows me to see the seat next to me, so I refrain from using that). They are so much higher that their normal lights are like brights to normal cars. They need to have their lights angled down more. And when they come at you head-on in the opposite lane, you go blind for a second. Gah. Bastards. I hate SUVs.Well, I finally finished my truck. I have washed, vacuumed, waxed, and washed the inside and the windows. It is red and shiny, instead of dull, pink, and gross inside. Yay.
I am working on the "FADS OF '05" post now. Stay tuned.Current music: Junior Varsity- "Wide Eyed"Current mood: hungry
Poker is Coming to Pocatello...Yesterday, we had the main Pelazini Christmas party in Rialto. There was way too much food, as usual, followed by way too much farting, as usual. We did our usual gift exchange, with a $30 max. I bought a $5 crystal kitty (from one of those sparkly glass booths in the mall) and a $25 gift card to PetCo. Some of the other gifts included a $30 Target gift card, $30 cash, a set of 500 poker chips plus carrying case, a Quiksilver watch, an Atari video game console (with like all the original games from way back when), a laser leveler, $25 gift card to somewhere and a pair of South Park boxers, a box of beach crap, and some other stuff. We doled out numbers between 1 and 12, 12 being the best, since you could open the last gift or steal from the other 11 people, after seeing their gifts. I was number 1, of fucking course. Which meant I got to unwrap one gift, and if it sucked, I was stuck with it.
Well, I definitely did not want to make the same mistake I made the one year, when I ended up with a s'more maker. That was fucking lame. So I picked the smallest present, knowing full well that it was a gift card and that it would probably be stolen, giving me a chance to steal or unwrap another one. When I was the lucky devil owner of that s'more maker, I picked the largest gift there was. Bad strategy.
I opened the gift card to Target, which I would have taken. I got it stolen eventually, which was fine for me too. I took the poker chips from someone and my mom ended up with the Target card. My aunt with the 10 cats ended up with my present, so that was good.
On the way home last night, on Judson Avenue between Pennsylvania Avenue and Lugonia, my dad and I see a dog running in the street. And then another dog.....and then a 3 year old kid. WTF?!?! Who lets their kid run around at 9:00 PM on Christmas Eve in the middle of a busy street? Well, we got out and caught the kid and the dogs. The kid was young enough to still be using a pacifier, poor little guy. He had been playing with the dogs and gotten lost. Jesus Christ. So my dad and I took the kid back in the direction he had been running from. As we walk down a couple streets, we see a guy running frantically around. This guy sees us with the little kid and he sprints over to us. As he picks up the kid, he says "You scared me, bud! I was so worried about you!" Yeah, I bet you were. I bet you were so worried that you didn't notice your kid left your house with the two dogs. Yeah. Can someone say negligent parent? Whew. That kid came so close to dying, getting his ass splattered on the asphalt. But at least that ended happily.Last night, after getting that little kid home, we came home to find Charlene sleeping. She woke up and walked around, sniffing my hands. She could smell the dogs on them. I tried to pet her, but she walked out of my reach and turned so that her butt faced me. She was pissed that I dared to touch a dog and then try to touch her. Haha. Damn cat. And in the picture above, she is all pissed off me because I did not take her outside when I went outside to take pictures of my old golf bag (selling it on eBay). ;)Well, my current Christmas haul is as follows:-new TaylorMade golf bag-new wallet-flashlight-little stocking stuffer shit-money-poker chips-new beanie-socksCurrent music: Story of the Year- "In The Wake of Determination" (follow-up album to "Page Avenue")
Current mood: sore throat and tiredPS- Get ready for the "FADS OF '05" post coming soon!
Poor KittyMy poor, sweet little orange kitty just shit her brains out and my entire upstairs smells like Charlene diarrhea. Ugh. My aunt gave us some food to try out on her, but I think her system kicked that stuff right out. And it sure smelled worse coming out than it did going in. Whew. Anyways, here's a link for a new favorite band of mine:http://www.gatsbysamericandream.com/They are called Gatsby's American Dream and are touring with The Starting Line (awesome band), Copeland (another awesome band), and Cartel (they're alright). So if someone wants to make Rico's day, give him a pair of tickets for the concert (one for Katie too....I believe she might have a thing for the Starting Line) and a way to get to the concert (if it's not local). LOL.Current music: Gatsby's American Dream- VolcanoCurrent mood: rockin' out
Missed Golf and Golf I Wish I Had MissedMy dad, my two uncles, and a family friend played two nice courses in Mesquite, Nevada, a few weeks back. I guess they had a jolly old time, since I am still hearing stories like the following:"...the starter on the first hole told us to stay out of the green staked areas, since they were 'environmentally sensitive.' Mike hit his ball into that shit on the first fuckin' hole and promptly walked out into it. The starter yelled at him and Mike (the fire chief of San Bernardino) responded 'This shit is sensitive? We burn this shit in Southern California daily on purpose' " -my uncle Kenny"...Roy was riding in the cart next to me and all of a sudden, he told me to stop the cart because he thought he had shit his pants. So he went in the bushes with a towel, and sure enough. He was right..." -my dadSo that's just a few of the (mis)adventures they had in Mesquite. Of course, I am sure that I had my nose stuck into some physiology or some biological basis of drug action. Goddamnit. Way to miss out on some fun.Today, however, was a different story. I played Menifee Lakes with Kenny, another family friend, and my dad. I managed to shoot a 40-40= 80, but with my handicap adjustment, it was a 79. Anyhow, I played like shit on the front 9, just real inconsistent. I played damn well on the back nine, except for two holes where I fucked up and was 5 over. The other 7, I played 1 under. Bah. Damn golf.Anyhow, we're going to Rialto tomorrow to celebrate Gift Day......err......Christmas. Anyhow, don't expect a post for a couple days now, since we're having people over here on the 25th. So yeah, Rico won't be posting. MERRY CHRISTMAS (AND PERHAPS HAPPY HANUKAH)!!! Those other made-up ones don't deserve recognition.Current mood: headache-y and tiredCurrent music: Bayside- "Sirens and Condolences" (their drummer died in a car accident and two other members got their backs broken, so I doubt if they will be releasing too many more CDs)
Road EnragedSouthern California drivers suck! I was driving down Colton Avenue today, on the way to the recycler in Redlands, and when I crossed over Dearborn Avenue, I got passed. By a Kia. Driven by an old hag. Who had 3 little kids in the car with her. She obviously had stick shift because that damn Kia shuddered with every change in gear. She cut over back in front of me in a space of about 15 feet (between me and a full sized school bus). No signal. I honked once, real short, and I restrained from saluting her with my special finger. Well, then she tried to pass the bus, but panicked when she saw a parked car and slammed on her brakes and squealed out in front of me. Sweet! So I laid on the horn, gave her the finger, and whipped around her. She followed me for the longest time down Colton Avenue. I was beginning to think she was a gun-toting, psychotic, Bengay-smelling, Depends-wearing, bingo-deprived granny when she finally pulled up next to me at a light. And she had the audacity to flip me off. I rolled down my window and she rolled down hers. Before she could get a word out, I yelled "Hey, you crazy bag, you cut me off and nearly hit me! F**k you!" Then I rolled up my window and flipped the bird once more as I gunned it. But that's not the end of the bad drivers. A lady ran a red light and nearly took off my front end, a young girl wasn't paying attention to me as I signalled and slowed down (tapping my brakes to flash my brake lights) and nearly assholed me, and a youngish preppy bitch pulled out of her parking space and nearly ran my skinny ass over with her excessively large SUV. Jesus. Oh, and going across Orange Street to Highland today, a little high school bitch tailgated me the entire way (I was going 65-ish the entire way, breaking the speed limit by 15 mph). Then she passed me over a double yellow and barely got back into my lane as the oncoming truck came by. It was awful today. And notice that all the people I had issues with were females........I felt kinda bad about the little kids being subjected to my cussing and crude gestures (the little dorks in the Kia with the crazy bitch granny), but you know what, with a shitty driver like that old bag, I am sure they are used to it. And if not, well.....welcome to the world. I know that driving in Southern California is an utterly shitty experience and I was expecting it. But today reminded me more a mixture of chaos, anarchy, anger, and war rather the usual anger. I don't know if the hoolidays are making people fucking insane or what, but it sure seems like it. People need to not let the time of the year stress them out, but jesus, they sure do. Chill out SoCal! Damn. I don't want to die in a fiery car crash because you're impatient, angry, stupid, or any combination of those.I'm playing golf at Menifee Lakes tomorrow morning, nice and early. Have to get up at 5:30 AM. Ugh. Current music: System of a Down- "Hypnotize" (awesome CD)Current mood: gassy (and smelly- whoops)
Como estan, bitches?Bet you thought I'd never post again, huh? You can smack yourself in the balls for ever thinking that (or pouches if you are a girl- that means boobs in Rico/Katie talk). I got all my grades for the semester and let's just say that I pulled down a solid 3.0 GPA. I know I got a 5.0 GPA in my senior year, so a a drop of 2.0 is kinda sad. But let's just say that college, pharmacy school in particular, is harder. Remember when the teachers in high school used to say that they were preparing us for college and that it would be much harder? Wellllll.....it finally came true this semester for me. Ugh. The grades below speak for themselves.Human Physiology Lecture and Lab: BBiochemistry: C+Biological Basis of Drug Action: BPhysicochemical Basis of Drug Action: BIntroduction to Pharmacy Practice and Literature: A (WOO-fucking-HOO!)I am damn proud of the B in Physiology, since that guy is insane. He is an amazing teacher, but he covers an inordinate amount of material in a short period of time and then asks a question similar to the following:22) Which of the following contributes to the pacemaker region(s) of the heart in humans?I. The fast sodium gated ion channelsII. The L type calcium channelsIII. The T type calcium channelsIV. The inwardly rectifying potassium channelsV. The outwardly rectifying potassium channelsA. I, II, III, VB. I, II, III, IVC. II, IIID. II, III, IV, VE. none of the above combinations of answersYou have to be pretty damn bold to pick E, but you know that the teacher expects us to be proficient enough in his subject to be able to pick it. Anyway, that's how all of his tests are.....every question. Whew. They give you a pretty good headache by the end. By the way, the answer is E (should be II, III, IV), but I doubt anyone out there would care. As far as the other grades go, I kind of expected them all except Biochemistry and Physicochemical Basis of Drug Action, but those did not go the way I had hoped. Not at all. Jesus. I had a pretty good A going into the final in Physicochem, and I ended up with a B (not even a B+). Can someone say F on the final? I think so. It couldn't have been too pretty to drop me a letter grade. And Biochem. I really, honestly expected a B in there. Seriously. Oh well. Fuck it. I pulled my 3.0In other news, I hit 500 in eBay (earning me a pretty purple star that I should display proudly, according to eBay). Jesus. I really didn't imagine ever getting to 500. Now that I am here, I wonder if I can get a red star (1000)?I drove from Boise (ID) to Redlands (CA) yesterday (going through Pocatello, Salt Lake City, St. George, Las Vegas). I did it all in one day. Never again. Nope. Fuck that. Too much. It was 1,092 miles, 17.5 hours of misery. My truck, as we all know, does not have a CD player. Nor has it joined the 20th century and invested in a tape deck. All I have is the radio (spotty due to shitty wiring), wind, and myself. And believe me, my singing is less than average (quite painful for the ears, I imagine). Whew. And the radio is a less than optimal choice since I would hear about my salvation (well, in my case, more like damnation) in most places in Utah. So I listened to about 25 CD's using my CD player and headphones. I had a Green Day marathon (got all their CD's off eBay, of course, where else?), followed by a Sugarcult, Blink-182, and Fall-Out Boy marathon. And about 10 more random CD's too, including Relient K's latest. Anyhow, I got home last night at 10:30 PM or so and my ass hurt. My knee hurt. My head hurt. My back hurt. Thank you, Advil. I feel much better today, besides being tired as hell.I brought home all my empty water bottles. I saved them the entire semester to bring home here to recycle (since Idaho does not want to give you money for plastic bottles). Half of my truck was full of fucking bottles. I packed ultra-light this trip and I still couldn't see out the back of my truck. Do you know how much it sucks to try to merge lanes or change lanes without having a rearview mirror nor being able to glance over your shoulder? God. It's even worse at night, when I have less depth perception. Shit, I was driving so long that it seemed like half my drive was at night too. So anyhow, I get home and what do I get to do with the fucking bottles? I get to unscrew the lids......off every motherfucking bottle. The recycling place doesn't accept the lids. Goddamnit. The next time you think you have a monotonous chore, just think of me sitting on the tailgate of my truck, unscrewing the lids off of about 500 plastic water bottles. Then you'll realize you're a lucky mo-fo. LOL.So I got a new golf bag for Christmas. How do I know, you might ask? I did not peek behind the wrapping paper, nor did I see a receipt or anything like that. I picked the damn thing out before I left for Pocatello. It's a TaylorMade stand bag and has the Kansas City Chiefs colors. Here's the link in case you cared:http://www.golfsmith.com/products/240755Anyhow, I should quit typing and go take a shower. I need sleep. I am still exhausted from my day of travelling. Current music: Emery- "The Weak's End"Current mood: sleepyCurrent drink: water
I AM DONE WITH SCHOOL.....well, not officially.....just mentallyI have finals next week and I haven't even thought about studying for them. Damnit.I will post a better post around December 22. Sorry.Current mood: stressedCurrent noise: my hated nemesis of a "teacher"
Well, I made it back to Pocatello, despite some small setbacks every step along the way. In Salt Lake, the Delta agent said we could get on the plane, but he didn’t know if we would be able to land in Pocatello. After circling the airport once, we did manage to land on a damn icy and snowy runway in Pocatello.
I got off the plane and went to wait for my luggage in the Pocatello airport, which consists of one terminal and one luggage carousel. I figured it would be about 15 minutes before I saw my luggage, but I was wrong. The Delta workers there wanted to use the brief break in the weather to get the plane going back to Salt Lake, so they said fuck the luggage and they got the people going off to Salt Lake. Well, this took only about 15 minutes. So I figured I’d have my luggage soon. Nope.
The dumb fucks got the luggage cart stuck in the snow. WTF?!?! I had to wait a total of about 1 hour and 15 minutes for my luggage in a tiny airport. There was only one flight in that night. Goddamnit. So not cool.
The whole time I was waiting for my luggage, I was watching out the window and seeing the snow fall and pile up, as well as the howling wind. I was getting more nervous by the minute because I knew the freeway was going to be a piece of shit to drive on.
Well, I finally got my luggage and got into in my truck. I drove home to my apartment at a maximum of 20 mph on the freeway. Ugh. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to get sandbags and some food. And of course, I got my shopping cart stuck in the snow (it weighed 200 pounds). FUCK.
Anyhow, I finally made it home and got unpacked and slept like a little baby.
It snowed about 8 inches that night and it has snowed a little bit each day since. Bah. It’s actually snowing hard right now outside too. I think I am going to go sledding this weekend if the weather isn’t too shitty.
I am almost done with schooling…..cept for finals. I have one more presentation to give this afternoon, and then all I have to do is study. Then it’s X-mas!!!!!!!!
Current noise: a lecture on drug abuse
Current mood: full
Current eyewear: glasses because I didn’t get up until 7:45 AM (class starts at 8:00) ;)