RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to No Doubt sing Hey Baby
---feeling tiiiiiiiiired

Let's just talk...about nothing in any particular order...that's how I like it. Oh, and one more side note. I kind of stopped putting fun little links on my page because I got lazy. So I'm gonna try and start doing that again. It should be FUN!!!!

So last night Sarah and I went to see Harry Potter (dang...I'm jealous, I want a white owl). Why did I go and see it when I have done nothing pro-Harry in my life? Well, the movie looked interesting and people said it was good...so even w/out reading the book I saw the movie. It really wasn't bad at all...but that's not the point. I was sitting there before the movie and I realized that the top of Sarah's arm rest was coming off of the arm rest. So I pulled on it and *presto* I was holding the top piece of the arm rest. Oops. But hey, this would be a good way to override the fighting that always takes place over arm rests! Just take the other person's arm rest top and they won't want to use it anymore. Or maybe that would just annoy them. Ok, so maybe you shouldn't do it. But anyway...after the movie I decided that I wanted a memento from the night, so I waited till it was kind of noisy and ripped off the top of the arm rest. Oops. I slid it under my jacket and off we went. It even says "Century Theatres" on it! Score! Later we stopped by Jack in the Box to get some food (though it was 12:08am). Sarah looks back at the people behind us after I mention something about their bright headlights in the rearview mirror and she says, "It's two teenagers making out." I laughed and she said, "No...really. It's two teenagers really going at it." Well....she was right. So we tried to not look back...that is until the meneuvering of arms and legs in their car's cab became too intricate and one of them pushed the horn quite loudly. Sarah looks back and....*presto* the girl is gone! It seems she ducked down out of embarassment as the guy just sat there blushing. They gave us a good laugh.

Ok...so the henna thing on my back looks a little bit better now. We reapplied it and it's slightly darker. But not everywhere...just in some places. That does put a damper on things, but it will have to do. I would put a picture of it on here...but I don't have a camera with me at the time. Plus I don't really have that much interest in putting it on here. Maybe later when I get a picture or two developed.

So I go back to school in a few days. That sucks. I will be working on an interterm class with the good ol' Chapman Studios. It will be interesting, but allot of hard work. So I'm not really looking forward to it. I enjoy being at home...going to bed at 2:00am...sleeping till 1:00 or 2:00pm and then going out and doing it all again. It's a nice life. Maybe I'll win the lotto and retire and do this forever. Sounds grand. But since I am living in a somewhat realistic world, I know that will not happen and I must work. Alas....

Hey...wouldn't THIS be kind of creepy?

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IT'S TIME FOR RANDOM FACTS AND THOUGHTS OF THE DAY!!!

---dangit...I need to actually think of some fun facts and thoughts before I make that title because....once again I don't have anything to say. Sorry about that.
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It's time to do other stuff. What other stuff you might ask? (or maybe you wouldn't) You don't get to know. So there. And when I am done with all that stuff that I need to do...I will do more stuff. And then maybe some more. And then, after all that stuff is done...if I can't think of anything else to do, I'll go do more stuff. And then maybe I'll update my page again. And if you are lucky you will get to hear about some of the stuff that I have done in this stuff filled day of mine. Ok, go away now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the silent hum of my computer....it's late...I can't play music
---feeling slightly afraid...I'll explain

Um....right....so what was that? I'm sitting here at about 2:00am and it's dark and quiet, and the suddenly I hear, "BANG....BANG." Alright, I didn't here that exactly, those onomotopias are the closest I can get to the real sound I heard. Now, those distant sounds could have been many things...like a car backfiring or something similar. But most cars backfire ONCE...not twice. And I have been to many a gun range (because I like to shoot...targets ok ((and animals...muwahaha)) not people) and those sounded VERY much like two handgun shots. Similar to a .357 or gun of similar caliber. I'm a little frightened now, but hey...if the news says nothing of dead bodies in the morning, all will be well again in the quiet Oak Canyon suburb of San Jose.

STUPID HENNA TATOO CRAP!!! Ok, never buy that stuff...just get it done professionally. I bought some henna tattoo stuff that is supposed to work really well, and I now have this really cool looking logo on my back (between my shoulder blades), but it looks less like a tattoo and more like a freak accident with self-tanning oil. Shoot. But I'm gonna have Sarah do another layer and hopefully things will darken up and look better. Otherwise...um...I can't really think of anything witty to say about what I will do if it doesn't work...so I'll just end there.

I really felt like updating, but I dont' anymore....so I'll leave it at that. I'm going to go to sleep now. Sleep is good. Sleep is my friend. Ok, so it's not my friend, I have somehow de-friended sleep. If sleep were my girlfriend...she would have dumped me by now. If sleep were my pet...it would be dead from lack of attention. If sleep were a psychotic egomaniac...it would have killed me months ago. Heh...enough analogies about sleep. It's time to do it and hope I haven't forgotten how. Goodnight.


p.s. "Get crazy with the cheese wiz!!!"

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Come Out and Play by the Offspring (in my head...I don't have the real song downloaded)
---feeling...in the mood to dance

So I am going to get out some of my problems with Christmas (not the wrapping presents thing...that has been thoroughly explained). First of all: Christmas carolers. I mean, they show up at your door and ring your doorbell and you look out the peephole and see this hoard of smiling peole with candels ready to sing you some nice off-tune carols. You have a couple choices. You can pretend you aren't home and feel guilty as you see the smiles on their faces fade and they walk away. You can open the door and say, "no...sorry...not in the mood" and watch the smiles on their faces fade as they turn and walk away. Or you can open the door and pretend that you are actually enjoy this random act of happiness. But the big question is....what do you do while being caroled? You stand there and kind of smile, not really knowing who to look at, and wait until they are done. It's just awkward and a situation I would like to avoid altogether. Ok, so I really did have more complaints...but I can't think of them now so I will move on.

So...Christmas is over. But I still don't feel it ever came. I am in this weird world in which Christmas just doesn't exist or something. This is the first year I was at school so I wasn't here for the tree getting and all that jazz, then I got home and for some reason it just didn't feel right. It came to quick or something. But it ended and it still feels like I am expecting Christmas to come. And then the New Years thing. Um...I never really do anything on New Years. Last year was the first year that I had ever gone and done anything...but that "anything" was merely going to my friend's house to watch movies and hang out. So I'm not a big partier (obviously). And of course there is really nothing going on this New Years so I am desperately trying to come up with something good. Especially since I found out that I have to go back to school allot sooner than I had expected. Ugh.

So I'm working on this film for school....not MY film....it's for location film making...this class that I have to take. And in this class we are assigned jobs....like editor or cinematographer....or if you are LUCKY....you get a job like I got....the Script Supervisor. (if anyone didn't know, that was EXTREMELY sarcastic). If you want to know what is thought of the job of script super....here is a quote, "Most consider the role of the script supervisor as the worst on the sound stage..." Greeeeat. Really what I want to do. But I really can't complain. If I screw over this guy's film because I mess the continuity up big time...it's his fault for picking me for that job.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS/FACTS OF THE DAY:

---ok...so I have no random thoughts or facts for today...sorry
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I'm gonna go now. I need to get some stuff done...then I'm off to watch the director commentary on Moulin Rouge. So I'll update later or something. This update sucked. Wow...I need sleep or something to rejuvinate me. Maybe later. Maybe later.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Erasure sing...er...track one from Cowboy...I don't know the name of the song (and no mocking me for listening to them)
---feeling cixelsid (yeah, it does say something)

So I just finished watching Office Space a little bit ago (though I missed the ending). Um...er...that...that's my....um...that's my stapler...I...er...I want...that is my....ok, but I'm going to have to burn the building down. If only we all had the same resolve as Milton...wait...maybe that would be a bad thing.

It is what now...December 20th? Yeah, and I'm not done shopping. And what shopping I HAVE done I am not sure about because I am terrible at picking things for people. I am a firm believer in gift cards and gift certificates...that way you get what you want. You don't have to pretend that what you got is cool and then secretly return it later and hope that that person never asks to see it on you, or see you use it, or anything on that order. Just give money. Or take someone shopping and then buy them whatever it is that makes them say, "OOOOOH!!!!!" Ok, not whatever that is...that could be bad because if you're shopping with a girl they might see a cute guy and say, "OOOOH!!!" and well...that could cause problems. Just use your best judgment.

Tonight I'm going to this murder mystery party thing. It's actually allot of fun. You buy these sets and then assign characters and come dressed up and take on the roles and try and figure out who did it and....er....ok fine...so I'm a theatre geek and this kind of thing entices me. SHUDDUP! I don't make fun of you when you watch sports on TV do I? Nooo. So no mocking me for actually doing something productive...in a way. But yeah....I'm a cowboy. No no no, that was not a random sentence that had nothing to do with the last...I'm not really a cowboy...I just get to pretend to be one tonight. And the problem is that I am supposed to be a rugged cowboy type guy, but the only costume I could drag together makes me look allot like Garth Brooks...the modern day cowboy...not a gunslingin' mystery man. Hmm. I guess it will have to do. But if I break out into a rendition The Thunder Rolls....it's not my fault.

I saw Oceans 11 last night...and I loved it. It always takes me a little while to go from "I really liked it" to "I loved it", that time has passed. Gosh, Steven Soderbergh is a genius when it comes to directing. I was talking about it with Aaron and we both agree that he has this simple way of telling a story that makes it very intruiging. Plus it is visually stimulating because of the editing and shots he uses. I want to see more of his stuff....including Full Frontal....the "sequal" to Sex, Lies, and Videotape (which I also missed the end of....but that time it was Aaron's fault.) So go support good ol' Steve and see OceansEleven.

Anyone who's been reading all this crap I write knows the saga of my car and all the poor Minimobile has been through. Well, it is in the shop again. But wait, it's not bad this time....really. I took it to someone who actually knew what they were doing....not %*$&%(^ Pep Boys. They fixed it (thank God) and then I drove it home with no problems. Then I took it to another guy here who knows what he is doing (he has to, he's German...so is the car....it just works) and he is fixing the heater, the odometer, and the clock. Then my car will be as good as...well...not new....it's 21 years old...but it will be back to it's good ol' self. Sigh~ (sigh of relief)

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RANDOM FACTS/THOUGHTS OF THE DAY:

---Girls are the devil ;) (I'm only slightly joking)

---Where does your lap go when you stand up? I mean, you sit down and you have a lap suddenly....a newly named body part. You wouldn't say, "Come sit on my quads" or "These pants don't fit good around my lap." But then you stand up and...*presto*...it's gone. All the miracles and modern science and we still can't explain how a body part disappears.

---I need more sleep
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Yeah, so I'm going to go now. I need to do something (I have yet to decide what that something is yet) and then it's off to HELL...er...I mean....shopping. I need one more gift I think, not too sure, but I am hoping that that is all I need. And then I have to get dressed in my cowboy gear and work on my southern accent..."Howdy y'all." (I was really not meant to be a cowboy....goodness). I'll do some more updating later....I swear. E-mail me and tell me how much my site rocks/sucks...I would really apprecitate it...and maybe you will even get a prize! Ok ok, so last time I promised an Audi TT Roadster and didn't deliver....sorry bout that. But this time...I swear I'll make it worth your while. And if you don't write me....I just might cry....and you don't want to make me cry now do you? Didn't think so. I'm going now. Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to some sports show on TV that my dad is watching
---feeling way too many things to put into a single word

So I'm home...once again in this house that I lived in for over 18 years...once again under the rules and regulations of my parents...once more trying to figure out all the things that go along with being home. Ok, so most of the stuff I am trying to figure out follows me wherever I go...even 350 miles away from here in sunny Orange, California (no, not "Orange County"....Orange...like the fruit....only it's a city and you can't eat it). I am beginning to feel that time is the only thing that will give me absolute answers to all these "problems" and "issues." Heck, I know what I WANT to happen in every one of the situations...but what one wants and what one gets are often very different things (ACK!!! Did anyone else realize that the end of that sentence was written in MLA format? I used "one" instead of "you"...good Lord....it's a good thing I'm out of school for a while or I might permenantly start talking like that...."So, would one like to go to a movie?" *shudder*).

Right...so life gets more and more confusing every day. I thought that things would be less confusing when I got to college, but no...a whole new batch of interesting situations opens up. People change after highschool...they are tired of who they were and they get a fresh break, so they change everything and act wild, crazy, out of character, and I have this theory that all those changes are purely to confuse me. Everyone gets together and says, "Ok, so let's all interact with Grant in ways that he isn't expecting...just to see how he reacts!" Sounds like fun! No...wait...never mind. I think I will take all independant studies classes and become an RA so I get my own room and be known as "the hermit of Chapman University." People will tell stories about me, all of them wondering what drove me over the edge. Or I could be like that guy who walks around his college campus naked and is known as "the naked guy." That would sure be interesting.

Ok, movie review time....this is semi-recent in my life movie watchings: (Uh...did that make ANY sense? Didn't think so)
---Clockwork Orange: riiight...um....lots of sex and violence...and a pretty good message
---Vanilla Sky: very reminiscent of Mulholland Dr. Just plain weird and they treat the audience like idiots and explain everything
---Following: Same guy who made Memento...VERY cool...rent it
---Snow Falling on Cedars: Well, I missed allot of it (ahem), but what I saw was excellent
---Some other movie: Can't remember the title...they all spoke with Scottish accents...not bad

I really can't wait to see Waking Life, Fellowship of the Rings, Ocean's 11, Spiderman and Spy Game. Mmm. Mooooovies. Oh, and go see Donnie Darko (sorry, had to put it in there somewhere)...and if you hate it...you suck.

Random facts/thougts of the day:

---with the speed at which men shop...it should be made into an Olympic sport

---bongos annoy people...annoyed people are not friendly

---NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY 4TH MOVIE!!!! *sob sob*

---I wish I was a dog...their only real concerns are whether or not they will be fed and petted

Ok, enough rambeling (sp?). I'm going to go and do something that I feel is productive, but in reality will most likely be very not productive. Or maybe I will sleep. I haven't had too much of that drug in a while. I really am addicted...but I have found that quitting cold turkey isn't that bad. You really don't miss it too much. Sure you feel funny and can't talk straight (wait...if you don't talk "straight" do you talk "crooked"?), and you find yourself in weird places and aren't sure how you got there (..."Wait...where am I?" **looks at wine bottle** "I don't....feel....drunk."), but hey...who needs it. Sleep is overrated. Sure Aaron would say that I am slacking off of my Soviet responsibility (if you have no clue what I am talking about...go to Aaron's page), but I suck at work anyway...so why not see if I can't get myself fired from this job we call sleep (wait...would getting fired mean dying? Never mind...maybe they'll just pay me less). Ok, I'm making no sense anymore, that is usually my clue as to when to stop talking. I might even contract the disease where you talk and people just walk away from you. Like Aaron. He will say something to contribute to a conversation, and the person will just look at him, turn, and walk away. It's only happened to me once, but I don't think I could take that kind of rejection too many times. I can't take any kind of rejection too many times. Ok...time to go now (for real...I was joking all the times before). I'll update later (if I feel like it....wait, what is "it" and why would I be feeling like "it"....creepy). Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to New End Original (I would link to them but I'm too lazy right now...go find them yourself)
---feeling...hmm...I'd rather not talk about it

Maybe Someday
No I won't do it again, I don't want to pretend.....If it can't be like before I've got it let end.....I don't want what I was, I had a change of head.....But maybe someday.......Yeah, maybe someday.....I've got to let it go and leave it gone.....Just walk away, stop it going on.....Get too scared to jump if I want too long.....But maybe someday.....I'll see you smile as you call my name.....Start to feel, and it feels the same.....And I know that maybe someday's come.....Maybe someday's come...again!.....So tell.....me someday's come.....Tell me some days come again.....No I won't do it some more, it doesn't make any sense.....If it can't be like it was, I've got to let it rest..... I.....don't want what I did, I had a change of tense.....But maybe someday.....I'll see you smile as you call my name.....Start to feel, and it feels the same.....And I know that .....maybe someday's come.....Maybe someday's come.....If I could do it again.....Maybe just once more.....Think I could make it work like it did before.....If I could try it.....out.....If I could just be sure.....That maybe someady is the last time.....Yeah maybe someday is the end.....Oh maybe someday is when it all stops.....Or maybe someday always comes again..... The Cure

Well, I'm really not in the mood to write right now, but I will anyway. Why? Just because I feel like doing something and have nothing else to do. I just finished shooting my movie, it looks pretty dang good and I am looking forward to editing it. I hope it turns out good enough to show as my final project so I can actually move on in film school from the very very bottom...the pond scum...the chum...and other lowly forms of stuff.

So I recently saw Sidewalks of New York. Despite some pretty bad reviews in the local newspaper thingy...I actually liked it quite a bit. Then again I think it scared me into never wanting any kind of romantic relationship of any kind. Maybe I'll get a dog and live happily with a happy-go-lucky animal that never expects anything from me, never gives me a hard time, can't offend me more than soiling the carpet, and will always be happy to see me. Too bad women aren't like that! Hehe, kidding.

My life is just plain too confusing. I think that when I get my dog that will be my companion forever I will move away to the mountains and learn to live off the land and just bring hundreds or books with me and tons of writing material and write and read for the rest of my life becoming this insanly smart hermit guy who's writings wouldn't be found until years after his unknown death. Then people would feel very sorry for him and publish his work as an Emily Dickenson type thing where people never really knew him. And...yeah...people would read my stuff from then on.

Alright...time to go. It's time for Adult Swim...the best couple hours of television on these days. It's all about Home Movies and all those other wacky shows. So I'll update later, maybe with something slightly interesting next time. Sorry bout that. Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to The Gloria Record sing Ode to New Grass
---feeling autistic

Ode to New Grass
There are songs to be sung, and pages to be filled with memories. There are roads to be traveled in places I have never seen. There are postcards to send, and so much beauty just to take in. There are dreams to be chased, and friends to be held more dearly. There is love to be seen more clearly. There are fears to be faced, and tremblings to understand. There are new days to brave, and all this foolish pride to lay down in your hands.

So I'm feeling pretty accomplished right about now. Ok, so I probably shouldn't since I didn't really do anything that I didn't have to do. I even missed both my classes this morning (oops) due to not getting to sleep until like 5:30am or so (not completely my fault). But I got all my laundry done, I bought a blue book for one of my finals, I got a new stapler, and I even cleaned the toxic waste site also known as "Grant's side of the room." Now I'm sitting here drinking lots of water (so I hopefully don't get sick) and doing my webpage. Woooo!

Ok, there's some guy somewhere who was sitting by himself and thinking about staplers. Why? I'm not sure...but it's true. And he thought to himself, "Now why in the world are staplers made to sit flat, horizontally, when people use staplers vertically? Once more, I'm not sure why he was thinking of this. So he went out and patened an idea for this new Stand Up Stapler that stands on it's head and is "erganomically designed for comfort and utility." And somehow I ended up with one of these handy staplers. I didn't even know that this piece of revolutionary office equipment was any different till I started reading what I just bought. That'll teach me to start reading labels.

For now on you can start calling me Sandy Barker! Aaron was making his new movie and I was drafted into the role of special effects makeup artist. So I spent a good hour and a half using scar wax, Blistex (we couldn't find any vaseline), brown cream makeup, and spirit gum on Ed's face. I think it turned out pretty good. I'll try and get a screen shot or two from Aaron's movie (once he finishes it).

So I'm really in the mood to go dancing right now. I've got some Aphex Twins blasting and I want to rave. Mmmm. Rave.

If you don't read Penny Arcade then...well...then you are like me. But there is a really funny one that totally personifies my room mates and I. We have been addicted to Super Smash Brothers on N64, it sucks out the life and soul of the person playing and leaves them with an emptly feeling inside no matter how many times they have beat Master Hand. But it's still pretty dang fun. So, here's the boys of the Gamma Alpha Epsilon house....we just swear less.

Time to go and do something...like eat. I should eat. Eating is good. Just not Aramark caff. food. HADUKIN!!!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the air conditioning unit that often emits loud whirring sounds
---feeling tired, yet I can't sleep due to all the work I must do

Hi...I'm Grant...my ceiling leaks. So last night at about 3:00am none of us had gone to bed. We didn't do anything, we just didn't go to bed until 3:00am (hmm, sounds like the movie I'm doing right now). At about that time Aaron got in bed, Ed was on his computer, and I was doing who knows what on the internet (NO...not porn) I hear some dripping sound coming from somewhere, but I'm not sure where. So, instead of finding out where the sound is coming from I have a little dialogue with myself about why women are less tolerant to sounds like a dripping faucet (or so I've heard in those stupid "why men and women are different" educational shows). But I guess curiosity got the best of me so I asked Ed where the sound was coming from. It seems that our ceiling was NOT fixed last time and it still drips when it rains. Greeeeat. So we get ingenuitive and move Aaron's desk, cut off the bottom of an Aquafina bottle, grab a big water jug, tape the Aquafina bottle to create a funnel, and sit back and relax to the friggin annoying sound of "DRIP.....DRIP......DRIP DRIP.....DRIP...." So I tried to make the best of it and thought of it as the nice sound of rain on the window at night...but for some reason water hitting plastic doesn't quite simulate rain on glass. Oh well.

I AM JACKS DROOPING EYELIDS

I was actually really hungry this morning (and for you who know me...that is a good thing...it doesn't often happen). So I thought about getting food after my intro to visual storytelling class. But for some odd coincadental reason, two people who had nothing to do with eachother's movies made a movie that had to do with urine in a cup that someone else drank. Riiight. Now i'm hungry! So instead I just went back to the room and started this entry. I have to write a three to four page paper on Clockwork Orange and talk about free will. Then I have to finish up a journal for one of my classes. Then I have to start a journal for another class that is due in all of four days. Wow...I sure got myself behind. How though? I guess this just goes back to the basic question that has plegued humanity since, well...forever, and that is, "Where does all the time go?"

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY:

---Some people have third nipples

Alright...I think it's time to get started on my work. I might updat later if I live through all my work. Actually, knowing me I will just procrastinate till who knows when and then have to do it all at the last minute like always. But it sure is fun!!! You want a rush? Forget Red Bull...try out "My paper's due in 10 minutes and it is the equivelant of 1/4 of my grade and I still have a page left to write." Good stuff. So I'm saying goodbye to useless distractions like Blogger for the time being and I'm getting my work on. I'm gonna go AWOL on all the work I have left. Heh, sorry...Ed is negatively influencing me. Adios por ahora.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to New End Original sing Leper....but I would really like to be listening to The Cure's new acoustic CD that you ALL must go and buy!!! Go. Now. Buy.
---feeling like Grant....that's about it

Oh goodness, it has just been way too long since I have updated....and I really don't have any good reason as to why I haven't. So I will spare you the torture of a really sad excuse, and just get right into all the fun and excitment that you sad people vicariously obtain through reading about my life. Kidding....really.

Let's see what has happened recently (this will be in NO particular order since my life is kind of a big blur now, so time means nothing to me). Last night I was trying to use my computer and had somehow turned on the hot keys feature so whenever you pressed certain keys instead of typing that letter, it would do a function like opening windows explorer or something. So I had to create this odd pager code type thing that just plain confused everyone. But it sure was fun. Conversations went something like this:

keika40: hey Grant
greenm00se: h3y
keika40: what's up?
greenm00se: not ^^uch, but ^^y co^^put3|^ |)o3sn't wo|^k still. THIS SUCKS!!!
keika40: I'm sorry.
greenm00se: H3Y, I CAN W|^IT3 "THIS SUCKS" WITHOUT USING O|)|) SY^^BOLS!!!

I think it would make life much more interesting if we switched it up every once in a while and did things like writing using code. I almost had to write my paper like that for my film aesthetics class. I would love to see that guy's face as I handed him my paper and told him my problem and gave him a key to interpret the paper. Heh.

We have continued the tradition of taping food to our door for others to enjoy. We found a piece of cake in our room that had been there for...uh...quite some time (not sure how long)...(though that isn't as bad as the fossilized piece of cake in our fridge that has been there since October 7th...ewww). I decided that we should offer this scrumptous piece of dessert to the others on our floor so I had Aaron help me and I whipped out the duct take and stapler. Soon the cake was firmly attached and the sings saying, "FREE CAKE" were in place. The next day we opened the door to find DJ holding the cake with a big piece missing telling us how good it tasted. After getting ready to call the hospital he informed us that he didn't really eat it. I was relieved. Then today I had a revelation of how to get the jello to stick to the door. Last time we failed...but not this time!! I just taped an entire cup to the door with the jello in it. At least three fourths of it is gone from random people eating it. That's...well, kind of gross. I think I'll leave the cup there and add new scrumptious treats for the lucky people of the Prolle-Sodaro non-substance floor to enjoy.

Hey, guess what...I might have mononucleosis!!! OH JOY!!! Yeah, I'm not sure if I will get it yet because it's only been like a week and a half since I was exposed, so I'm not sure if it will put me out or not. But no worries, I'm looking at the bright side. I have now become the ever so feared Monobomber! (not to be confused with the Unibomber) I can use this to my advantage. If someone has a good looking milkshake...I can just take a quick sip and PRESTO...it's mine. Or I could lick someone's pizza and they would HAVE to give it to me. Or if someone pisses me off, I can just kiss them. Muwahahaha. I have labeled all my food and liquid with DO NOT EAT/DRINK. I guess I could have not told people about it and given it to them all...but that would have been mean...huh?

So the airport sucks. I just have problem after problem there. I was going to take my Playstation back to school with me after Thanksgiving, and I had the guns in there for games like Point Blank and Time Crisis. I walk up to the line and see a big sign saying, "NO REPLICA OR TOY GUNS." Crap. So I call my dad and do something really stupid (not like I've never done something stupid before). In the midst of the guys with guns and airport security I have this conversation:

"Hey dad....dad? DAD? (now yelling because it is loud in the airport) HEY...I CAN'T GO THROUGH THE AIRPORT SECURITY WITH THE GUNS! YEAH, SO CAN YOU COME BACK AND I'LL PUT THE GUNS IN YOUR CAR AND THEN I CAN GET THROUGH! OK, YEAH...JUST THE GUNS....NOT ALL OF IT! OK, SEE YOU SOON!"

Hmmm.....that was smart.

After I went through the first line, I was then presented with the task of being checked with the new beefed up metal detectors. I took off my watch, took out my wallet, and that is all I had. And once more I was smart and wore my belt with a HUGE metal buckle and many metal studs. Dang. So it beeps, of course and this lady has me stand on a little spot on the floor as she starts waving her magic metal detecting wand over me. As it hovers over my crotch I hear BEEP BEEP BEEP. I smile bashfully as I lift up my shirt and show her my belt buckle. She says, "Open it." I furrow my eyebrows and then look around me and see the huge crowds of people, some of which watching me as I unbuckle my belt. She then waves it over my crotch again and it beeps still. Um...yes....my pants DO have a zipper. She then has me fold down my pants. Right, this isn't embarrassing. Not at all. I HATE AIRPORTS!!!

So the hyper disease has hit us all. Yesterday Ed was jumping up and down on my bed singing Hot Pants by James Brown at the top of his lungs as he was kicking Christina who was hiding under the blankets on my bed. Later Aaron was using drum sticks on everything from my head to my car to different items in the grocery store (that is until he broke a large jar of sala on the ground). Later we figured out that the Dr. Pepper box fits over your head and you even have a nice little eye-slit so you don't run into things. I haven't really done too much yet...but I'm sure it will hit me soon.

RANDOM FACTS OF THE DAY:

---Clockwork Orange is a really messed up movie

---salt does not come out of your hair very easily....especially when it has been applied in large doses

---procrastination is a bad thing....and I am procrastination's bitch

---AWOL can NOT BE USED for ANYTHING except Absent Without Leave....sorry Ed

---I don't have any more random facts...but I put the dashes there so I left them there for no apparent reason...sorry

Um...I had like allot of things to write about but I can't remember any of them now. I'll try and update more often and maybe get some of those fun stories in there somewhere. With how incredibly anti-continuity I have been recently it won't matter if I start talking about a month ago, now will it? No. It won't. I have to go. Really. I just do...trust me. Bye for now.