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Month: February 2004

40 mornings and 40 evenings

Two things produced this entry — I was looking at How Much Is Inside and thinking about the various accessed thrown around about Valentine’s Day and I fondly remembered one Valentine’s Day past that stood out.

Now, as many of you know, I’m old, so this happened before dating was invented. With nothing better to do we decided to play some good old fashioned video games. I believe Goldeneye was the game of choice that night — good N64 multiplayer action.

I had come — fashionably late, as usual, but also with my own personal 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. I don’t remember ever really liking Mountain Dew that much so I’m not sure why anymore.

So between rounds I’d grab my 2 liter and drink straight out of it. The strange thing was eventually my friend Phil started saying things like “don’t you want more Mountain Dew?” or “you should do the Dew now” or various other Phil-comments.

I figured he was just trying to distract me to destroy my super game skills.

Roughly 8 or 10 swigs later, I realized the entire time he had been slipping conversational hearts handful by handful into my Dew. I noticed this only because it had become nearly solid. Those things are like sponges, seriously.

From there we took the obvious step of making the loser chug some dew. Four cases of diabetes and three shots of insulin later we realized there was no way we could finish off the bottle of dew. No matter what. Not only that, it was important we never see the bottle again. Try a combination of Mountain Dew and conversation hearts and you’ll know why.

So to be rid of the vile substance, we slipped the bottle into our friend’s neighbor’s mailbox. Simple enough, and effective.

On the slightly-more-recent-than-like-seriously-5-years-ago-or-something front today I interviewed, again, for a Microsoft internship. Different than last time is the fact that I never submitted my resume this year, so, who knows how they found me. Mystery of life, I guess.

The interview went well — last time I was way overly tired and stumbled a few times, at least I can say this time I interviewed well and did a good job. Even if I’m not offered the internship, all that matters is I at least was able to not seem like a moron this time.

Well, now it’s back to work — two MPs and two tests and two homework assignments are all due next week. Fantastic.

This Just In – My Lunch Has Been Stolen

Brian stole and then devoured my delicious lunch I had been looking forward to eating all day. Without so much as even asking, or, say, MENTIONING to me.

What kind of person would just STEAL the lunch of one’s roommate? A bad person, that’s what. I’m hungry and I have nothing to eat, because my chicken has been stolen. And if you know anything about me, you’ll know one thing — I like chicken. Especially eating it, but also looking at it, too.

and the post counter doth roll over

So far, I’m resisting a front from Allison to make me listen to — dear lord — country music. There are just far too many… syllables.

I cleaned my desk. It took 8 paper towels, all of which are now black from the disgusting dirt of said desk. It isn’t even extremely clean — it could stand another wipe down, but I ran out of paper towels.

green is the color of my true love’s… exoskeleton

I find it very, very frightening how well I have acclimated to waking up at 8:30 AM every day. This is completely and totally not in my character, and I should not be able to do it.

I realized it’s for two reasons: it’s not obscenely early, like 6:00 or whenever the heck I woke up for my internship, and it’s EVERY weekday.

Last semester I had to get up for a 9:00 class MWF and at, like, 2 or something for T and Th. It didn’t work. I never went to the 9 AM class. Well, to be completely honest I never went to the 2 PM class either, but that wasn’t because I was tired, I just didn’t want to go.

Yet almost three weeks into the semester, I haven’t missed a single class — not even the 9 AM classes, and those don’t count if you skip. I even convinced a particularly sleepy Jim this morning to get up and go to class.

School is already a lot of work, which has me worried because it’s only going to get worse. Fortunately one of my 6 classes is a writing class that is quite evidently a blowoff class. Attendance counts, so I have to go, but I doubt it will be a huge amount of work for a superstar like myself.

Completely unrelated except to an instant messenger conversation I’m having while typing this, I like using invalid arguments to see if I’ll get called on them. For example: “Well, you have to decide what we’ll do because I’m coming over to your neighborhood.” Not really a valid argument for someone that lives 9 blocks away, but it got me out of making a decision.

Finally and again unrelatedly, my brother Billy invited me to join orkurt, which is like Friendster but elite and Google-sponsored. I was giddy, I had been hoping to get invited, yay for me. I sent out invitations to everyone I talk to, if you didn’t get one I have a wrong email address for you, but sign up! Sign up and be my friend! I only have a circle of 27,265 people and need more!

Orkut makes me think of orcs.

[Listening to: Don’t Worry, Be Happy – Bobby McFerrin – Simple Pleasures]