Ahhh, Halloween. Will bought candy to give to the kids who were going to trick-or-treat, but I don't think we'll have any, so we're just eating the candy. Sounds good to me.

Our oven is broken and the garbage disposal won't dispose. Denny to the rescue!

Went to Ames last night. As is tradition, here's the tally:

2: Number of girls at the party.
2.5: Years Selva has gone without cutting that hair.
$10: Amount of wager made with Ben to hit on Rainbow.
4: Oreos stolen that were meant for that pie.
2: Number of girls living together that Stultz has tongued.
8:30 AM: Time that mysterious Enya music was somehow started.
4: Number of penises Matt drew on Judd's tablecloth.

The car is fixed. How could I have missed such a huge bulge in the tread of my tire? I guess I need to be more observant.

The Chicago Mercantile Exchange is waaayy over my head.

My fellow Americans, I am sure you can recognize from what I have said that we really only have two choices open to us if we want to end this war. I can order an immediate precipitate withdrawal of all Americans from Vietnam without regard to the effects of that action. Or we can persist in our search for a just peace through a negotiated settlement, if possible, or through continued implementation of our plan for Vietnamization, if necessary -- a plan in which we will withdraw all of our forces from Vietnam on a schedule in accordance with our program as the South Vietnamese become strong enough to defend their own freedom." ~ Richard Nixon, 1969

For those of you who actually read that, can you put in the word Iraq and tell me if it still makes sense.

Who said history repeats itself?

Wasn't this on the Simpsons once? I remember Homer doing a "One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me" kinda thing once.

I had a dream that we were using metal spiders to cure diseases last night. I woke up during the middle of my "cure". No disease curing, I guess. Just a regular non-metal spider crawling on my hand.

39 degrees and rainy.. I knew there was a reason I loved October.

My Halloween costume this year will be awesome. You can count on that. I wish I hadn't told so many people what I'm going as.. It would've been much funnier in a surprise photo.

I had a terrifying nightmare last night because of those bugs in my room. Swear to God, I could hear them falling off my window pane onto the wood sill because of their hard backs.

Anyway, I dreamt that I had killed like 100 of them and they were sitting in the water bottle I use to collect them. Then, the queen Lady Bug came after me. It was the size of my fist and PISSED OFF.

For some reason, Mark wasn't all that impressed with the size of it and pretty much called me a pussy. "Get back in there. It's not bad." Okay, Mark.

I hate bugs so, so much.

After an up and down weekend, I'm back at my bug-infested house. I've killed at least 20 of those damn ladybugs since I got home.

I got my 'Dear John' letter from John Deere. Apparently an unclean, unzipped idiot isn't who they're looking for. It's all for the best, anyway.

So anywho. I got my google ads taken away on my Aqua Teen site for committing fraud. Apparently, clicking on your own ads from different computers isn't exactly the way I was supposed to do things. Looks like I'll have to find another get rich quick scheme, and quick!

Work is going down the tubes very slowly. Brilliant Cities backing out on their contract was the cannonball. All the contractor bills are the water...slowly seeping in and sinking our ship. Where are Josh and Jim? Clinging to the top of the mast, afraid to get wet.

So I've earned myself a summer at home and a $4/hour pay cut. It'll equal out in the end with the drop in gas and dining expense for Jean and I. I still can't help but feel dangerously unqualified for this job.

Tubbs' desk is about a million times nicer than mine.

I hate baseball sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. Why do you do this to me? I think it's almost worse to be a Braves fan than a Cubs fan. Every year we get so close to the big dance, but every year we fall short because of a different reason.

At least the Cubs know going in that they suck.

Another week in the can. Poker tonight then I'm headed home to see Sophie. Err...my family. Err...my girlfriend.

Heh

A little mishap with my alarm and I'm waking up at 7:53 AM for an interview I have with John Deere at 8 AM. I think for a second, then sheer panic sets in. Do I just skip it? No way. What if I interview with them again? I throw my suit on quicker than I've ever done and tie an awful knot in my tie, just to make it stay on my teck. I get in the car and slam on the gas, park quickly in the (permit only) lot accross from Aliber and jog in. I check the waiting area, nobody there, so I duck in the bathroom quickly to see how I look.

I look like crap.

I quickly toussle my hair and try to make it better. It does not work. Well, screw it.

I walk out of the bathroom and back over the waiting area just as the door opens and a girl I recognized from the career fair steps out. "Joshua?" "Yeah, hi. Great to meet you. I'm Josh."

Sigh.. Based on appearances alone, there's no way I have a shot at this one.

I must have a hive outside my window because we had a situation involving Arnold Schwarze-bee today. Raid did not slow him down. He had to be drown in a pool of it.

Weekend was up and down. Good cookies, though.