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surreal cereal is good with black milk
the rooster crows and the hamster runs round
I found my glasses in my soup
sleep doesn't like me and I don't like it
the snake travels at light speed
life is suicide
and leaving my LJ client open gives some pretty whack dates. I call it a flaw.
Go eat a cockateel
The rooster crows at dusk.
I bid you good day sir, will you please get off my couch.

And now for something completely the same.

After that little interlude, I feel I owe you, my adoring reader, something more expected.

I have no idea what I did for most of Friday night. I had a bunch of stuff to do, but what happened?

On Saturday I attended the Tau Beta Pi Colorado Chapter First Anual Fall Picnic, which was attended by most of our officers, a few of our members, two district directors, and no other Colorado chapters. Damn engineering honor students for having too much to do. Oh, and damn Air Force Academy for not letting anyone leave campus. And damn Wyoming for having a football game. And damn the CU Denver chapter for... falling off the planet or something. And damn CSU for not showing.

But our distinguished Engineering Honor Society Chapter Picnic was held about two picnic table clusters from FUBar, the Freaks United Barbeque. I think I was the only one who had friends at both parties. So I hung with my brother's friends a bit and worked on a half inch burger. It was power, I tell you.

Having promised to finish my project for work by Monday, I spent Saturday night programming (whee!) without the database my project depends, since the sysadmin still hasn't created it. Hope I'm a badass and my code needs minimal testing.

I also took a gander at A Perfect Cut spoilers. (Yeah, I'm behind the times. I have a life. What do you have? A box of cards! So :-P) Good stuff. But I'd like to see if I can waltz into the tournament on Saturday without having touched a card in months and do well in a Gold tournament. If I play Ratlings, I won't be missing much by not buying APC... Mwahahahahchirp.

Sunday afternoon was scheduled for TITAN, the Monster Slugathon Fantasy Wargame, game two. It's nice to have an academic reason to play a board game. My performance was pretty crappy. Each time I split a stack with potential, it'd get pounced by something slightly larger. So about two or three hours in, all I had was a stack with a Titan, 4 Warlocks, and 2 Guardians. And I just ran around trying to hit small stacks. I managed, however, to be the last one eliminated to the Mighty Exponentially-growing Tor, who at one point had as many stacks (9) as all other players (5 of us) combined. Of course, I'd planned to be done by about 7, but got home at 10:30 (9 hours, give or take, is too long, damnit! Cronos needs to be functional soon!).

I had a sadistics and probability test this evening. I don't know why I think I'm not getting a good grade in that class. I do well on my homework, despite not paying attention in class and being pretty hot on the test. That, plus lack of sleep (every damn semester, sleep and I have to have a lover's quarrel!) put me in the odd giddy mood which led to my two previous posts. Comments welcome. Explanations will not be given.

Freshman Antics

Background: My floor's Community Living Agreement contains the line "Make the floor a welcoming place for girls." There has been a sentiment that, while welcoming the floor may be, girls have not been present.

So Monday night, one of my residents was in the shower. Several other residents snagged his towel, clothes, and keys and locked his door. Then somebody went down to the girls' floor and invited them to come see something exciting.

Shortly thereafter, the poor resident in question appeared from the shower room with a shower curtain around his waist (against flesh, it's pretty see-through) and his basket of shower equipment in front of his crotch. He trotted down to his room, his photo was taken, and he discovered the locked door. He went into a neighbor's room and slipped into a pair of lent shorts. Shortly thereafter, he got his clothes and keys back and had a good laugh about it. Male bonding: pranks and insults. It's great.

It was all pretty hillarious, the sort of bonding and community building that RAs can't really plan. The girls and a couple of the guys continued to chat for about half an hour. Good stuff.

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Some pun-dit needs to make the Irony Board. Some slash-like website devoted to pointing out the irony all around it. I nominate last month as National Irony Month. Keep your wit and shirts well creased.