it's like little caesars, but no pepperoni, just drunk people.

haha, tonight is a party for being done with the semester. it's gonna be fun.

today I had my only final... and it took a whopping...


24 minutes!!!!

seriously, that's lame. I shouldn't complain because that class really helps my gpa, but still, I'm in college... that should not be allowed.

anyways, time to get ready.

ok, I'll probably post again tonight, but whatever.

life since thursday last week has been CRAZY!

here are some highlights
-hanging out with a model
-shots with christians
-possible date with a model
-pulled a danielle on possible date with model(think wendy's)
-laughed at nuts
-inormation car chase(man that's a horrible play on words, I played trivial pursuit)
-the tiger, warlock, and the dresser
-cookies and love actually with previously mentioned model
-party and poker and drinking
-procrastination and paper
-paper and arch.


there are the bullets, expect full words later.

so last time I rearranged my room.

I now have a coffee table. yeah, a coffee table in my room. I know I kick ass.

I picked up one of the books on the table today and began to read it when I read something hilarious. so I decided to make a game.

"name that author"
(btw, the music quiz thingy has been postponed due to me being lazy and procrastinating. deal with it, since I know you all just died a little inside)

name THIS author.

"Recently a woman called me and said she had no idea who I was but she had been told by someone - she couldn't remember who - that I give money to people like her. The woman said that she and her husband had nine kids and had moved to a desert in the Middle East. Now they were having difficulty supporting themselves because, well, they had nine kids and had moved to a desert. She figured the best solution was to call me and ask if I would support the entire family indefinitely. If you had nine children and think it's a good idea to move to the desert it is fair to say that you are not a good decision maker. So the question I had to ask myself was this: If I gave her money, would she be more likely to a) use it to feed and educate her children, or b) grunt out nine more children and move to a dislodged glacier floating in the Arctic Ocean?

The interesting part of the conversation came after I politely declined her invitation to fund the nonstop production of doomed babies. She got mad at me. Apparently she analyzed her situation and came to the conclusion that the root of her problem was the unwillingness of total strangers in other countries to give her money. And her solution to that problem was to get angry.

You might be wondering, as I was, whether this woman was actually a con artist who wasn't very good at her job, possibly an intern or a trainee. Maybe the experienced con artists in her office were playing a practical joke on her: "Tell him you're stupid and you need money to produce more people like you." I'll never know the real story. But it reminded me of all the times that my point of view differed from other people's.

For example, our current system of world government incolves giving the leaders of all the major countries access to buttons that can launch missiles and vaporize unsuspecting citizens. I think a better system would be if every world leader had to walk around with a sack of explosives on his back and every citizen had access to a wristwatch button that would detonate it. My concept had many benefits beyond the obvious entertainment factor and the reduced risk of being vaporized by an incoming missile. For one thing there would no longer be any such thing as a "slow news day." And the boring pack of lies called the State of the Union speech would last about thirty seconds. I have to think taxes would be abolished altogether. We wouldn't need all the tax money anyway: The military would be unnecessary and the economic stimulus from eliminating taxes would make all the poor people incredibly wealthy, or so I've been told. And if we needed a highway or dam built, we could give our president a trowel and then place one finger menacingly over the wristwatch button and say, "Start working, Goober." I realized that my concept would degrade the prestige of the presidency, but I don't think that prestige was doing me any good anyway."

oh man, quality.

oh, tonight I'm working on my architecture final project, which means once I turn it in, no more architecture in 2005. YAY!

I just got back from driving in the middle of the night at -5 degrees farenheit. goodtimes. Oh man I love driving so much. it's a refuge for me. but driving alone is one refuge... driving with someone else, who I get along with and is just fun, that is whole other level of refuge-ality.

anyways, time to eat something then get back to work. take it easy all. I love steak.

ok first of all, I apologize to val.

secondly, school is almost over.

- final arch project due wednesday
- essay due monday(shouldn't be that hard)
- final exam in logic on thursday morning.

yay that.

I was going to write something deep, but I've lost the edge.

(use logic. which might be hard for women, but try ;)... and I'm going to hell)

ok, you go out on a first date with someone.

do you kiss them at the end?

this weekend was a complete blur. whether that was good or bad, I dunno yet. lets see if I can remember what happened.

stayed up until 7 am thursday night(friday morning, obviously by that time)... went to arch, came home... went to a party that night at elyse's... drank, played asshole, sobered up and danced, passed out once I was home... woke up, gretchen and I broke up, drank pop for the first time in 12 days(break up meal)... played poker and drank... drank 7 beers, 2 shots of vodka after that, then another beer. decided to jump in the snow in my backyard in only underwear, boots, and my yankees hat... did that and got hella cold. changed ben's background on his computer to an inappropriate picture of somewhere on my body... tried to convince monica to make out with me at like 4 or 5 in the morning...haha...passed out. woke up, went to see "just friends", took monica, laughed so hard I almost peed my pants... drove to moscow, ate taco bell with monica. went to hastings, found the PERFECT present for levi. called levi like 5 times in a row... haha. went home, picked up some cash, went BACK to hastings with monica(who also needed to stop by to pick up some cash)... bought levi's present, mr. and mrs. smith(not levi's present, sorry bro, your present is MUCH better), eulogy(ugogoly)... monica bought the sims 2:holiday edition. came home, watched some desperate housewives and drafted, stopped to watch grey's anatomy(amazing show)... then went back to it and watch both mr and mrs smith and eulogy. w00t.

"web of lies!"

who wants to kiss me on new years when the ball drops?

applications are now being accepted.

there is always more to do for arch huh?

that's probably why I'm going to bed at 7:30. gnite everyone.

I love steak.

I'll update tomorrow or saturday, right now I just got back from dancing and now it's time to finish my architecture homework which is due tomorrow(mostly done, just have to finalize stuff, you know how it goes)

word.

oh, and a preview...

name the artist of this song and song name

"threw some chords together, the combination D-E-F"