Ha! Saved by the belle Sorority Chick decided not to show… Which means I didn’t have to deal with her. But that’s ok, Neil only has, like, 40 other girls he’s working on right now. His rationale: If you don’t have at least three you’re working on, you’ll never get a girl. I find this somewhat hard to believe, but whatever. I guess if your just trying to get a girlfriend for the hell of it, it works. But, I think, that if you are looking for a serious relationship, you don’t say things like “Well, if Girl A won’t go out with me, maybe Girl B will… or this other girl, she’s really hot to.” I dunno. God… This sounds so much like the guys I knew in high school. I hate it when guys act like buttheads.

Actually, maybe it’s not such a bad thing. It makes me appreciate Chad so much more… I mean, really, what more could I ask for in a guy?

Oh yeah… In case Chad ever reads this… (which I’m not sure he does, because everyday I say something like, “Have you looked at my blog,” and he says “No, I haven’t gotten a chance too”)… maybe he reads it after I’ve gone to bed or something… Anyway, Today is Chad’s birthday, and I really owe him one this year… since his birthday present from me got him (and me) in trouble with his mom *doh*… So Happy Birthday sweetie

I have been so dead tired for the last week… and I have a headache. And random other whiney things wrong with me that apparently have no connection to each other. So I finally went to the Health Center today and saw Myra… and after $100 worth of blood work she came to the conclusion that she doesn’t know what’s wrong with me either. But we’ve narrowed it down. I do not have… anemia… an infection… abnormal blood sugar… or mono. However, we have no clue what I do have, or how to treat it. Which means that I’m spending Tuesday morning in the Health Center discussing the results of further blood tests… and if we still can’t pin it down, I get to run the gauntlet of chemistry tests and blood work… fun fun fun.

I managed to make it back to Karate today… and this was not the day to try to jump back in. Dr Dewey made us run a mile and a half, and do 100 crunches, 100 jumping jacks, and 100 push-ups (I managed to do everything but the push-ups… somehow, I just can’t do more than 30 push-ups). I told him I wasn’t feeling well, and asked to leave early… but Dr Dewey is a butthead, and made me stay and do kicking and punching drills.

After 10 hours sleep last night, I’m still tired. Granted, the whole Karate thing might have something to do with it… but I was tired when I got up this morning. I’ve got to find a way to get this fixed…

And I’m not getting to bed early tonight… Neil talked me into chaperoning his quasi-date tonight. As far as I know, we’re going to KFC, and then renting a movie (Not the night I would plan if I were taking a sorority girl out, but he’s in charge). Damn, I wish I were a “real” girl sometimes… this one-of-the-guys-but-sort-of-a-girl female engineer thing is nice most of the time, but every once in a while… I wish the guys would remember that yes, I really am a girl. But not a fluffy, girly girl. Just a normal, everyday, girl next door tomboyish girl. *grin* Enough whining… I need to get dressed to go out tonight… What does one wear to go out with a group of guys and a sorority chick?

Somehow, I think my Thundercats t-shirt is a no

You are a JAMES POTTER to Harry! The father he never had, the father he wishes he knew. You’re more of a fatherly type to people. You’re kind, loyal, unbiased and just an over all “gosh-golly-shucks” kind of guy. Everyone likes you, and you like ev- well, almost everyone. BUT! You are mischieveous at times and you do know how to party ;D

Which adult in Harrys life are YOU?

I am extremely proud of myself today… I got lots of stuff accomplished

I finished my Tech Writing homework (which is good, since it’s due tomorrow)… I trimmed my hair (something that desperately needed to be done)… I went to the gym and got called fat by a little blond punk… I got Kris’ comment system installed on my blog… and I scored higher on a quiz than Davis This is truly a red-letter day. See, our Discrete Structures teacher doesn’t like smart-ass answers… so he deducted half a point from Davis’ quiz for an unnecessarily extremely complex answer. I lost a quarter of a point for not showing all of my work, but that means I beat him by a quarter of a point (you have no clue how big of an accomplishment this is for me).

I am of the opinion that teachers in America should learn to speak English at least enough that most of the students can understand them. If, for some reason, they cannot clearly communicate verbally, they should be able to write key information on the board legibly. If they cannot do either of these, they should be sent to some remote cubicle to do research far far away from frustrated students. Or maybe they could hire a translator and write a textbook.

While I’m complaining about the injustices of the world…

It’s way to dadgum hot here!! Don’t get me wrong… I love the temperature outside, however unusual it may be for this time of year. But the heat inside the buildings on campus is ridiculous. MSU’s heating system only has two states: on and off. And it doesn’t like to change. In fact, the heat cannot be turned off and turned back on in any kind of a timely manner. (why? I don’t know. You might ask a mechanical engineer… they tend to know those kind of things). So the university turns on the heat around the middle of November… and doesn’t turn it off until the middle of April. Which means that if a January day happens to have a high of say, 75 degrees, the temperature inside the buildings is somewhere around 90. Combine this with the fact that out heaters are much more efficient than our air conditioners, and you’ll understand why Wal-Mart has suddenly run out of desk fans. Someone should start a petition to have heat controls in every room… but not me. I think I’ll just crawl into the refrigerator and take a nap

Comments work now (thanks, Kris). Ok, now on to homework before I can post anything substantial.

Trying to make comments work… here goes

{Wowie! I am Velvet! Mysterious and seductive, I like being in charge and in control. I’m the trendy popular goddess and I love every minute of attention that I get, baby.}

somehow, I think this one might be a little off… although I am an attention hog, I don’t think I’ve ever been described as “trendy” or “popular.” Not to mention that I’m not sure the whole “mysterious and sedutive” look works for me

So I finally finished all my homework last night… Only to spend the rest of the night and all of this morning too sick to do anything. Missed class… which isn’t usually such a bad thing, but I missed Karate and I really wanted to beat people up today

And, if I don’t feel better by tonight, I won’t go to Insight at the Wesley… which means I’ll get a lecture from someone on the heathen-ness of skipping Wesley. Maybe I’ll wear all black tomorrow… then they’d really complain. Like wearing black or skipping Wesley makes you unchristian… does wearing white and going to church make you a christian? I don’t think so. But then again, I’ve always been somewhat of a radical.

I would kill for some soup right now. Chicken noodle soup. The good kind, with carrots and stuff in it… If chad were here I could make him get me soup *sniff*sniff* Oh well… I won’t die without it

so today’s funny story is: Hacking Greg’s webpage.

Back in early december (right before school ended), Greg gave me his internet password for some dumb unknown reason, and i told him I was a danerous person to give a password to. He said I was “too nice” to hack his page… and being the evil person I am, I opened his account and changed all the titles on his pages And I added some cool alt tags to his pictures. I wasn’t nearly as mean as I could have been (i.e., no porn, no changing links, nothing like that). But he just noticed it today (which is funny since I did this almost two months ago), and he was all ticky about it. What upset him even more is that he doesn’t know html, and everything I messed with is in the code… he can’t figure out how to change it in his wysiwyg program I am truely evil

I accomplished two entire tasks today… I went to the post office and mailed various birthday cards and Chad’s valentines present, and i went to lab… but my lab TA let me go early cause I’m sick

And I got a 98 on a program I turned in that didn’t work. To make this even better, the two points taken off were for the postlab questions, not the semicolon I deliberately left out. Obviously, my TA didn’t even try to run my program… but my program this week runs perfectly (even better than it should have to run), so I did buttloads of work for nothing but the sheer enjoyment of having a program that functions. *sigh*

That’s it for the moment… I must go in search of food.

Back from Wal-Mart…. and I really really really need to do homework. But I haven’t started yet. Not sure If I will…. I may just sit and eat ice cream and listen to my roommate complain about her boyfriend’s future plans (or lack thereof). On the other hand, homework doesn’t sound that bad

No, honestly, I love Elisa to death… but she and Ian have the oddest relationship (I should talk, I suppose). She’s always worried/upset/depressed about something he did/didn’t say/do. But then, I might be like that too, If I was graduating in December and had no clue about the future of the relationship. Oh well… Enough roommate ranting for now

Neil is talking to this girl…. She’s a Delta Gamma. (He wanted me to post this… He is standing over my shoulder saying “Please please please post something about me in your blog!”). So there

Homework time