My life probably would have ended tonight at dinner, when I found out that Rick Moranis released a country music album. It did not, however. It actually ended last night, when I found out that Full House is on Nick at Nite.

I came back to my apartment to find my friend Alex eating a sandwich. He had me try it. It apparently had peanut butter, and it tasted like it had coconut. Little did I know that it was a peanut butter and vodka sandwich. He melted the peanut butter, and mixed in some honey, and a shot of vodka. Once I tasted it again, I could tell that's what it ( Read more... )

A week from right now, in 168 hours, I'll likely be done with my Statics final - my last - and very close to being on my way home. Just so you know.

Jabber IM with Tom Butler (NZ) 6:14 PM ( Read more... )

I'm just getting setted up.

And that's not really a word.

But I said it.

I just had a revelation that spelling things in songs is HOT!

P-E-O-P-L-E-C-I-T-Y is pretty good...

But taking the cake is:

Misses B
Misses E
Misses A-U-T
Misses I
Misses F-U-L
...
Misses D
Misses I
Misses F-F-I
Misses C
Misses U-L-T

TAKES THE CAKE!

Edit: Crap! I forgot I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S!

I want to be creative director of Barney's so I can dress like this:


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I want a spoon for my birthday.

Wait, no. Not a spoon. I want to spoon today.

That's why tonight, I'm sleeping with a spoon for good luck.

Come on, spoon!

It only took... who knows how long... but I finally got addicted to the song Like Spinning Plates.

It was midnight in the town of Terre Haute. Alex, Tom, and Ian were bored, and decided to drive 10-15 miles across the Illinois border to make some hot dogs and wreak some havoc. Hot dogs were cooked. Havoc was wreaked. We stopped in the middle of a corn field on the way back to see the best night sky I've seen for a long time. The moon was nowhere ( Read more... )