This blog has no cohesive plot. Shards and fragments of ideas are merely vomitted onto my screen (for a lack of a better analagy). You may find that two consecutive sentences don't even relate to one another. Do not let poor grammer halt your mission. You must carry on. See this blog to end.
I'm currently in the middle of
dead week. My tests shouldn't be to hard. I'm not worried.
My Thanksgiving break was awesome. Traffic wasn't to bad. I love going home. Two ply never felt sooooo good. I love seeing my family and friends. They are all to good to me.
Life here at Western is fun, but boring. I could tell you that today I got to sleep in til 8:00 but that wouldn't be exciting. I could tell you that there was enough frost on the gound today to make some bricks slippery and that my shoe came untied twice on my way back to my dorm; I could tell you that two days ago I went to dairy queen and shared a toast with Thomas Kempers; that yesterday for two and a half hours I played pool with Danny; that yesterday Danny felt like gambling and that I left the pool table one dollar and one quarter richer than when I started; that I'm on episode 17 of Lost; that I'm designing a waterproof DS lite case with a constant shell thickness of .100 inches or 2.54 mm, that's drop resistant, and will carry up to 4 game cartridges and hopefully the power cable; that next quarter i'm going to seattle to test a recumbant faired bicycle; that there's a Christmas party i'll be attending this friday; that I forgot my keys at my house and my wonderful mother shipped them to me; that I hung up Christmas lights in my dorm; that those Christmas lights convinced Danny to put up his Mojito Burrito poster; that sometimes I feel extremely rich, that sometimes I feel extremely broke; that sometimes I daydream I own an Aston Martin; that I had a dream Dan Neihl was at Western and had a girlfriend; that I'm mad that my Art history class had a whole day devoted to anime; that a few weeks ago I was geniounly scared that my printer was sentient; that I am no longer scared of my printer; that I really enjoy going to the rec center; that I can't get my bedsheet to stay on my bed; that yesterday there were two really old men playing ping pong by the pool tables, one asian one caucasian, that were scary good and reminded me of Danny playing Tomoki(my suitemate); that I think it would bore an audience to tears if I listed all the mundane things in my life; and that I'm on the verge of discovering a cure for the common cold; But that would be
all to boring.
I can't wait to get back home.