Happy Birthday to Shubert, Jackie Robinson, Minnie Driver and..well, I guess my Dad.

I always find that work stories are so much more interesting in your head than coming out your mouth. As soon as you start them, you wish you hadn't. There's no way to stop. No, no, keep going. You've got to tell it now that you've started.

Weekend was sub-par. Come on. Spending so much time doing nothing makes me appreciate how busy I am during the week. Now if only there were some way to guarantee myself a parking spot.

If you haven't watched Patches the horse yet, do so immediately.

Joe Pesci is one scary man. Do not EVER bust his balls.

A lonely Saturday wasn't quite so lonely because of you. Thanks.

All day work did not suck. I like my job. I like it a lot.

That last post was a record amount of comments. On my worst. post. ever. Weird.

Have to work all day tomorrow. Did homework all day today.

The shower head fell off.

Actually worked today. Paid bills and tried to send checks. I'll get some stuff done on Friday.

I can't wait to see Jean again. She's cute.

I farted every step on cue 7 footfalls in a row on the way back from dinner tonight.

What about the 8th? Well, I don't want to talk about it.

Started my job today. I spent most of my morning cleaning up the office of a slob. At least 30 cans of pop, 2 boxes of Pop-Tarts, 2 boxes of breakfast bars, a box of unpopped popcorn, and candy EVERYWHERE.

Why did this woman leave? Why are all of her stuffed animals, clothes, photographs, and trinketly little pieces of crap still all over the place a month after her departure? I'll keep you up to date on this mystery.

Oh, my actual work? Wasn't bad. Looks to be a really challenging/educational job. I am a little nervous about my class load along with this job, though. Ugh, I never thought I'd dread Monopoly so much.

Well, I'm back at Drake after a good weekend at UNI. Got my car back, and everything is going well with it. However, the Jeep has died... I must have a curse.

Why does Kading always take off his shirt?

It was great to hang out with the girls again. Hopefully next time somebody will actually take the picture, that way it doesn't look like I ran in at the last second.

The people who argue that we are relying too heavily on technology are the ones who fear it.

That Jeep is slow and cantankerous.

First day of classes (first impression)
-- Sociology: Feminist instructor = awful amounts of reading
-- Political System: Burnt out Californian instructor = annoying
-- Computer Science: Will probably be trading off attendance with Will

Overall, things don't look too tough. I'm going to try to keep up with my readings this semester. But I say that every semester.

When it seems that things have never looked so bleak, fate has a way of spicing things up. This morning, I got a job that pays extremely well, gives me an office and a phone, and involves me doing exactly what I love doing.

My called my father this afternoon, and he says my car (despite yesterday's ridiculous smoking) is fine and will be returned to me by this weekend.

Today was a good day.

I had one of the worst experiences in my entire life today.

I agreed to pick up Eggroll at a rest stop just past I380 on my way back to school. Along the way, I noticed smoke coming out of my car and a long following distance from the cars behind me. I began to smell something burning, and I looked at my dash and my engine heat was off the dial. I prayed I'd make it to the rest stop. I did.

Once there, Alex's Dad diagnosed my car as blowing a radiator cap. I called my Dad and he drove all the way down there to bring us a new radiator cap. Alex and I sat in the rest stop and eagerly anticipated his arrival.

My Dad showed up and capped my radiator. My engine temp was down, and it appeared everything was going well. We merged back into traffic and continued on.

About 13 miles past the rest stop, the engine heat shot back up over the redline. I pulled the car off the road and immediately noticed that the smoke had returned. I called my Dad, who had to turn around and come all the way back. The car is dead. We shifted all of our crap into the Jeep, and my Dad drove off in my broken automobile.

He made it into town and called a tow truck. My Mom came to get him. Alex and I made it to school. Stay tuned for the next chapter in, "The Broke Down Dodge".

Side note: I've never respected or loved my father more than now. I'd still be shivering in my broken car if not for him.

She came home to see me.

I worked my last night shift tonight. And I mean last. I'll never work for Jules again.

I gotta tell ya, updates when I'm home are a lot less interesting than when I'm at school. Reflective of the times, I suppose.

I took my TV in for repairs today. The mechanic says, "Oh, yeah. It needs a new resistor. I've got a whole hotel full of busted TVs just like that."

It will run me almost $100 to fix it. The quote was $75 over the phone. That $25 sounds a lot bigger than it actually is.

The Challenge
The Scores
Mary: 111 (We're all skeptical)
Crazy: 102
Tubbs: 93
Jean: 63
Ashley: 62
Josh: 56
Dad: 54
Katie: 54
Mark: 53
Kading: 49


(Tell me how you do)

Sometimes I think that going to Drake might have been the worst decision I have ever made.

Live music is always better, even if it's worse.

I fell asleep while watching a DVD at 11 tonight. Am I 40 already?

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

33 across is "Pangolin's diet". I have A N _ S. I know what I thought it was. Well, it wasn't that.

It was "ants".

Boring. Though, I did try bread pudding for the first time yesterday. It was amazing.

My left middle finger is cut pretty good. These d's are real bitches to type.

Iowa won, Lone Star lost. How can it be 60 degrees one day, and the next so icy that there are no customers?

I eat too much crap.