Saturday, November 26, 2005

How We Spent Our Thanksgiving Vacation...

Monday, November 21, 2005

My sister is the most famous person I know.
Nice work, Candice.
Woot toot!

Thursday, November 17, 2005

In eighth grade, my buddy transferred a legitimately helpful program over to my TI-82 calculator with a little cable he had.

You entered your birthday into this program and then, through bonafide trigonometry-based equations, it converted that data into sine waves representing your spirituality, intelligence, and quality of emotion over a month's time period.

Man, what a useful tool! How helpful it was to plug in my birthdate and see when I would be at the top of my academic game. And when I failed lousily in the empathy department, I would just point to the trough of my sine wave and sorta shrug my shoulders as if to say, "Sorry, just have to wait a week or two."

But the waves never seemed to peak at the same time, you know? When my spirituality would be up, my emotional quality would be in the middle, and my intelligence area would be bottoming out--maybe to appease some sort of cosmic balance or something...(if you believe in that smack.) Anyway, today is marathon quiz/test day and I can't help but feel all of my waves are hanging out in the deep end. Apparently there's no karmic bar on that.

So, curse you, TI-82. And you too, technology. And you three, crackpot sine wave intelligence theory.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

"You got a rifle. Why do you need a peashooter? When you already got a rifle, why do you need a peashooter?"
"Kennedy...Kennedy...Kennedy...Kennedy...Kennedy is gonna be the next president of the United States...Kennedy..."
-Lunatic at University Stadium Trax station.

Did I mention that I love riding on public transportation?
Yesterday I met an old lady at the 55 S and State St. bus stop who was trying to convince me that Modern-day Mormons were ensnared by witchcraft and that the second-coming would happen at Zion Nat'l Park in Southern Utah...or that it had already happened there. Needless-to-say, I was confused.

All I asked her was if she wanted me to tell her when the #11 had arrived.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Today's notes...