February 29th, 2004

Fiona and me in the snow

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Wanted to write and say that I am in fact alive, allbeit in a bit of pain. I did make it to the union and every step was painful. It seemed to help if I went on in a meaningless cadence of stepping and rhythmically saying things like "ow" "shit" "crap" "damn" it must have been humorous for Fiona to listen to if she does understand everything we humans say, not to mention humorous for any innocent bystanders who happened upon me along the way. The show went reasonably well, Helen., the person who works with me on it wasn't there so it was quiet, but otherwise once I got started and everything fixed itself, it was nice. It at least numbed the pain a bit from my foot.

I worked on some statics in the afternoon/evening, and it continues to be good. I actually understand things, and I'm so thankful. I'm getting closer to getting a working prototype for my monitor plug as I spent an hour of geekness with another guy named John. Needless to say, I actually used my circuits knowledge from last year; never thought it'd be useful.

I watched a very good documentary last night on CNN called The Mystery Of Jesus. Being a scientist I was happy to see that they tried to prove things about him i.e. did he exist, how did he look etc. Some people really have too much time on their hands.

Heather and Carey "kidnapped" me after I watched the documentary. Heather was disappointed that the kidnapping didn't go as planned, i.e. I didn't kick and scream violently upon finding out that they were forcefully taking me away but oh well, that's her problem hehehe. We went back to Carey's room, and I spent maybe an hour talking on messengers while they continued working on a paper. I'm glad I'm in engineering

Must go though, I'm having Indian food which wwill be great.

Wanted to write though, more later.
Fiona and me in the snow

the meaning of life = 42.5

I'm back at the coffee shop, all the work I had planned to do gone down the drain in an email screw up which I hope to be able to fix either tomorrow or when I get back to my room. Apparently the exam that I was to do is on either my computer or got accidentally deleted. I have no idea but if its accidentally deleted, I swear I'll go crazy. Not like the professor can not send me it again but I just wish I had it so I could get it done, arg.

Anyway, I was amazed to find I actually had comments after this mornings disjointed, non well-written, piece of crap of a writing. Usually, when I write, I feel proud about most of my entries, even if they are a bit on the long side. Because I had to end it so quickly, I wasn't even close to be able to close it off like I had planned. Maybe I'll at least in this entry be able to lose off this week by doing one of those cool little flashback things reminiscent of annoyingly complicated movies with bad special effects and entirely too many flashbacks and double crosses. Oh well, maybe I'll be able to start writing more effectively and more often again so I don't have to do this again.

I'll start with today, and then under cuts I'll go reverse chronological to all points undiscovered.

After my hasty departure, I headed to a nice little place called The Star of India, located in Bentonville, home of Wal Mart. Its a thirty minute drive, 25 with the drivers I had today :), and well worth the expensive gas. The friends I was with today were Ameya, my current static’s teacher, Amrut, my static’s teacher in The Days Of Jong, and Nikahl, their hilarious friend. We had good times on the way analyzing women, talking about women problems, asking each other about advice regarding women, ... typical guy stuff, hehehe. Note to reader: Men must do this at times; girls have their girl talk times, us men, well we have to bounce ideas off each other "men talk". It always amazes me how much advice people ask of me considering how little experience I have with the subject. Moving on ...

The food was great. The setting was buffet, and I had the experts help me order and pick out some food. Though I almost died of spiciness, and they said "this is not even close to being hot", I am still full to the brim even now. I had various chicken dishes with very interestingly spices, tanduri chicken (an almost barbecue spiced chicken on the bone), and some bread which I might add, kicked ass. I also had some Lissa, a yogurt drink. Basically they mix yogurt, butter milk, a lot of sugar, and mango, blend it all up, chill it and mmmmmmm, tasty drink. We left all full, and got on the road. It was a harrowing trip. Never, I repeat never, tell someone they're going to miss the turn and to "turn, turn turn". It was a right turn, and its true, we did make the turn, not before spinning out at 60 into the shoulder of the road. We didn't hit anything, and it was weird because I was like in slow motion in my mind thinking to myself "man this is really kinda weird. Man, this is kinda, ahhhhhhhh we're going to " turn back on the road. Not something I thought we'd do. The rest of the trip was uneventful save our laughing about the event and how much asphalt we probably ploughed up as we swerved.

I then had to go to an boring meeting for Alpha Chi Sigma which was just that, interestingly. It was real, it was fun, but it was NOT real fun. It lasted four hours, four freaking hours.

And that brings me to now, coffee at my write (right) and a journal at my fingertips. My friend Heather gave me a call wanting to know if I wanted coffee and the law is "if offered coffee, its absolutely illegal to resist it." She came down here to do work as did I, hopefully we'll both get lots done here as the smell of coffee impurviates us. I wonder if In Greek myths there existed a muse of Coffee? Or even if there was coffee in Greek times? Well, there's got to be a muse in our time now because I'm consumed by it now. Let the creative juices continue flowing.

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And that'll be all for now. Sorry I wrote yet another novella LOL, but the fam and friends all want to know what's up with me so I thought I'd in this entry be able to stem the flow of questions on the goings on in my boring life. All the best to everyone. You all are great.
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