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So, as some of you (if there still is anyone who reads this journal) may have noticed, I changed my icon today. It is no longer my eyes in a ninja mask that i drew in paint. No, now it is my head melded on to the upper body of former television star Pee-Wee Herman, sitting in front of his lovely talking couch. Oh how I could reminisce about my ( Read more... )

The Jolly Rancher is a wild member of the Frutus Candius family, commonly found in chapparal and deciduous regions, but indigenous only to it's native Wyoming. Every male Rancher eventually develops into one of a variety of different colors and flavors. All women Ranchers are destined to be pineapples, but that is Mother Nature for you.

A diaurnal ( Read more... )

All I can say right now is that tolerancing sucks. Fucking dimensioning and tolerancing. It has to be the stupidest science in the world. There are like 300 fucking symbols, including symbols for "flatness" and "parallelism" and "perpendicularity" and "circularity", and how about "concentricity" or "angularity"? Man, mechanical drafting in general ( Read more... )

During an incredible power nap today, I had the most intriguing of dreams. Here is that dream ( Read more... )

crap. all of my sheets are in my laundry hamper, and i am NOT going to do laundry today. no fuckin way. shit i guess this means all i get to sleep on tonight is a matress with a comforter. on the brightside, if i get really sweaty or anything like that, i'll stick to the mattress and make a really loud annyoing sound when i finally get up.

Ok so SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL i got an email back from my saint of a speech teacher and i get to take my midterm on monday in his office! Hopefully i can pull decent grade on it, seeing as how i dont own/ haven't ever looked at the text book. PS I am cool! Anyways, i guess the story has a happy ending. Too-da-loo!

Ok so fuck me. I am one of the stupidest motherfuckers I know. I decide to skip my 8 am speech class ONE TIME, sleep through it, and find out later that day (by looking at my syllabus) that it was the day of my MID-TERM/FINAL/HUGE ASS TEST THAT IS 100 out of 500 points in the class. I emailed my teacher telling him i was sick which, if he asks, i ( Read more... )

Fuck he didn't actually die. I guess that whole tribute thing was in vain. Oh well, i guess on the bright side, he is still alive.