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So I went over to Logan's after work to drink some RED DOG and hang with him, Lauren and The Guru. It was quite fun, as I had anticipated. I don't know the Guru all that well, but the more times I get to chat with him, the cooler of a guy he seems to be. He and I made a booze run together last night and had to trek to 3 different liquor stores. Apparently, the jerk-offs who run the liquor stores up in Logan's Square feel it necessary to close up around 11 on Saturdays. What the fuck is up with that? I mean, Saturday night is primetime; there's money to be made! However there is certainly a much higher density of RED DOG up there, so I suppose that's a fair trade off. At the casa de hulk, I did have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Friedrich Nietzsche. And I must say he his quite the cat, a feisty feline, indeed and friendly to boot. He is indeed a great cat. The night was fun albeit short as Logan had to get up early for work, and I was exhausted from not sleeping at all the previous night. I suppose that's enough for now. To close with a quote.

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
-Friedrich Nietzsche

because one day, it may matter. I'm trying, that's for sure but, man alive, I'm so glad school is out for the winter break. I need it! It is so fucking hard working my way through school, I hate it! A college fund would sure have been nice right about now. Alas, such will never be. Oh well, no more dwelling on downers.

Last night was a blast, in order to celebrate another successful semester, I partook in many a RED DOG (imagine voice when reading) with a one L. Mitchell Reely. That's right, the man, the myth, the legend...the big show--as I call him. It's always a good time when he comes around. So we and the roomies were hangin' around having some beers and laughs whilst Logan played some guitar. All of the sudden a bunch of my roomates' friends show up and things took a turn. We went from a small gathering to a fiesta of flavor! Played some circle of death and I must say it was a lot of fun. We all had plenty of laughs. Jared showed up later in the evening which was cool, and I proceeded to dominate some fools in Wii bowling--too many turkeys to handle! Yeah, last night was a lot of fun.

Work today, however, sucked. We were pretty dead, which actually kinda blows. The day just drags on and on and there's only so much freecell I can play! So I had to resort to watching Futurama. Whenever I tell people what I did at work they're usually like, "I wish I had that job." Fuck you, no you don't! That's what I aver! I never thought I'd miss the hectic times of my old lab in SA-town, but, my goodness, at least the day went by in a flash. I really want to bring in some better games and some movies, but I feel so guilty watching DVDs or playing a game. I should be working! Even if there's no glasses to make I could be cleaning or performing maintenance on the machines. Screw that though! B-) Usually someone offers up a wise-ass comment too, which annoys the fuck outta me. "I wish I worked in the lab." Fuck off. Whatever, I don't know what I'll do. I'm not looking forward to a long, more than likely, boring day tomorrow, but I am looking forward to the RED DOG that will take place in it's wake. I can't wait to see the cat that Logan and his roommates got. Damn, I love cats! Anyway, I suppose I've rambled on plenty. Until the next time...

I'm really glad I can slack my way through school and still get pretty good grades, but I do wish sometimes that I had the desire to actually study and just get all A's. I could easily do it but at the cost of a social life. Which, to me, just doesn't seem worth it. So many great memories would cease to exist if I did that, and I find those much more valuable than anything that straight A's might bring me. I don't know, just a thought.

it turned out to be. Yesterday was practically squandered since I slept in until close to 1, which I hate doing. Eventually I got my lazy ass out of bed and headed to campus. I was going to work on my independent study but with my fucking luck it just so happened that sucka free Sunday is the day of maintenance for the server that provides the compiler we use. So I was able to edit my code but I couldn't test it, which does me absolutely no good! So I edited it to what I thought was correct, and then used the internet there for a couple of hours--since ours had been down for the weekend. I had a bunch of ish to which I needed to tend and the easiest method is, of course, through the glorious interweb. Once I'd finished my business on campus, I walked back home in the bitter cold.

After getting back to the apartment, I decided to watch a movie and eat some lunch. So I picked up some popbailey's and watched Stranger Than Fiction--damn good movie. I can't believe mom met Will Ferrell, that is so money. I liked what she told him as well. I don't care who you are hearing something like that would just feel good. If it doesn't you're a heartless piece of ish!! Anyway, after the movie I straightened up my room, which was a mess. I then proceeded to talk to my baby doll for about an hour and a half. I love hearing her voice. :)
Eventually though, I started getting so hungry that I had to go pick up some food. Now I know what you're thinking. Something along the lines of, "Didn't you just eat, fatty?" And my response is, that it only seems that way on paper. Remember, I watched a movie. Now maybe that never crossed your mind at all, in which case disregard those sentences. So I tried out this new gyro place that replaced the ever-amazing Chato's--blasphemy!! Chato's was an amazing breakfast restaurant, it was heartbreaking to see them go under. We all knew it was coming though. And by we I mean Logan and I. Although I wish I was referring to the royal we. Jubrano's is the name of the Chato's successor and I must say the atmosphere was all wrong i.e. the random stuff on the wall, the jazz music in a Greek restaurant, and their slogan which proclaims, "Good eats, good friends, good times!" Now let's be honest here Jabroni, I highly doubt when friends think of good eats and good times that your crummy restaurant will come to mind. I will admit you make a damn good gyro, but when I think good eats and good times, I don't think of a place that has on its menu gyros, burgers and wraps, is playing jazz music, and has strange paraphernalia as its decorum. Oh, they also assumed that I wanted my order to go even though I wanted to loiter there and take advantage of their free refills, ala Carl Weathers. Well now that I shredded that establishment, let's move on.

The rest of my evening consisted of playing some ps2, drinking a few brews, and watching Lewis Black and then The Darjeeling Limited--both of which are hilarious. I really enjoy that movie. I simply must own it. I ended up staying up until like 5:30, which was pretty buck but I'd say it was well worth it. I suppose that's it for now, to close with a quote,

"I’m gonna go get a new soda. Hey, you know that you can get a refill on any drink you want here, and it’s free?" -Carl Weathers and why he loves Burger King.

Mr. Clean wants to play with Dirty Dingus Mcgee. Here I’ve been pissed off because my crappy internet connection is screwed up, as it has been a lot lately, and all I wanted to do was record some good times in this journal of mine. It just now occurred to me that I can type them in Word and then transfer them once my crappy connection decides to start working—Ha-cha-cha cha-cha! My goodness, where to begin, I had so much I wanted to enter on Friday so I guess I’ll start with that. So Thursday night Jared and I decide to play some Megaman 9 and drink some beers, which was a blast. Megaman is damn tough and it was fun to play a game that actually presents a legitimate challenge. Although I’ve come pretty close to dominating now! Anyway, we finished off a 12 pack of bud fats, plus the rest of a bottle of vodka I had—I must say that Mountain Dew is a great mixer for vodka. However, it is not a great mixer for bacon-flavored vodka, which Jared happened to still have from when he made bacontinis. What can I say? Times got desperate and when you need more booze sometimes you just have to improvise. The better improvisation, however, would’ve been drinking the bacon vodka straight. I guess the mountain dew just seemed like the right idea at the time. After playing Megaman for quite some time I switched over to playing Bio-shock, which seems like an entertaining game if nothing else. Eventually, Jared passed out so I figured it was time to call it a night. I get back to my room, get ready for bed, and wanting to check just how much sleep in which I’d get to partake, I glance at the time. Now I’m thinking, “It’s probably 2:30 maybe 3.” It was 6 in the fucking morning and needless to say I didn’t make it to class that day. What a fun night though, totally worth it. I really enjoy just hanging with Jared because we can either chill and keep it low key or the two of us can just get smashed beyond belief, either way it’s a good time.

Friday at worked sucked because we were dead and I was exhausted. I swear I’ve played so much freecell it’s ridiculous. It was nice though because I was originally scheduled from 3-7 but thought I was from 4-8. Upon this discovery I was pissed that I could’ve left an hour earlier than usual. Thanks to my clout however, it still came to pass. I was able to persuade my boss that I would hook up one of her patients with some good looking lenses if she would switch my time card—it’s good to be king. So I got back to the apartment a little after 7 and was able to relax a bit and talk to the most wonderful woman in the world, Anne! The evening then proceeded to get crazy and all it took was some heritage vodka and, what else, mountain dew. Jared and I did find a way to squeeze in some more Megaman and that’s when the aforementioned semi-domination took place. After that though we came back and hung out with Geoff, Adam and Barbara. Before I know it I’m playing katamari damacy, and Sarah G. is over. The last thing I remember is my recommendation to watch Eddie Murphy Delirious and I don’t even remember watching it. Suffice it so say I got pretty tanked last night and instead of waking up early and working from 8-8, as I had originally intended, I woke up intoxicated and didn’t get in until about 10:45, well done old boy. The day proceeded to suck since we were dead, once again; it just dragged on and on. The only nice part about it was the hour and half lunch I took on the clock, O’Doyle rules!

Man alive, I’m incredibly tired. I need to get some sleep. Until next time…

nuclear physicist. That was supposed to be me tonight but I found out the hard way that they lock the doors to the buildings at UIC. I don't know why I presumed that they would leave them open all night--pretty stupid actually. So instead of working on my independent study, I am once again back in the confines of my room. It sucked too because I took the shit blue line to campus and, of course, it took forever to show up at the Washington stop. I had to walk all the way across campus and upon discovering that the doors were locked, then had to walk home. This added an extra 5-7 minutes to my normal walk from the pink line and, man alive, it is fucking cold out! On top of it all, I was walking home and really got craving for sushi. I was hoping to stop off and eat at Osaka, everyone says it's good and cheap, but I found out the hard way--again--that they close at 9. As I glanced at my phone the time was 8:52 and, even though people were still in there, and the open sign was lit up, I just can't be "that guy." I hate "that guy!" I can see it now, I'd walk in and they'd be thinking, "Who the fuck is that guy? Doesn't he know we close in 8 minutes? Fuck that guy!" Yeah, I definitely don't want to be "that guy."

So I'm back at apartment hungry as all get out and, not surprisingly, all of our dishes and pots are filthy and the sink is practically overflowing. I really don't feel like having to clean a bunch of shit, that I didn't dirty in the first place, just to eat some dinner. The only problem is most places around me have closed. The I-bar is open so that's a possibility. However, they claim to have not just the best burger in Illinois, no no, they go almost all the way and say they have the best burger in the nation. And with such an unbridled amount of hubris I just can't, in good conscience, patronize such an establishment. I've also had one of there burgers, and I can easily say it was the worst thing I have ever had, EVER! So I suppose I should quit my bitching and go make some food. Until next time...

I don't need no introduction and shit. Ride Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch! That's right, that's...how I roll. Well here I am once again, to record what has transpired in my life this past day and a half. Yesterday was great for the sole fact that I finished up my stupid, pointless physics labs that never, NEVER work. Additionally though, I got my second physics exam returned to me, only to find out that I rocked it with an 89! I was so pleased. I mean, not that I usually do poorly in physics, but this subject is only getting harder and harder each semester. So yeah, I celebrated. I came home after a boring day at work--one pair of glasses and a lot of freecell--and got a little tipsy. I played some guitar hero, and I must say that the difficulty of that game increases exponentially the more alcohol one consumes. I even took the liberty of making a crappy graph detailing how greatly the difficulty increases after a mere six pack--it's insane!


I also watched the disney version of Robin Hood, which is one of my personal favs--a great movie indeed--and played some katamari damacy, which is the strangest game I've ever come across. It's entertaining though, I have to give it that. I thought about trying to explain it, even started writing it out a bit, but I quickly realized the futility of my decision; it's a game that one must play if they are to try and understand its tomfoolery.

I also talked to Anne for a while last night, which is always a joy. She is so cute, kind, wonderful and beautiful. She makes me incredibly happy. This was pre-intoxication of course. I try to avoid talking to my loved ones whilst cursed by that vile element.

As for today, I was supposed to go to campus this morning, so as to finish up my independent study, but instead opted to sleep in. And of course, with my luck, by the time I got there the guy whose desk I normally use--crazy Joe Davola I'll call him--was there plugging away. The thing is, that guy is rarely ever there, RARELY! I've spoken to him twice and seen him thrice, the third time being today. This accounts for the entire summer I worked there and this semester, as well. Who is this guy?!? He probably really is crazy Joe Davola (I think his name is Joe). Anyway, I'm going way too far on a tangent here. Now back to the lecture at hand, in addition to CJD being at my desk (his desk) every other comp in the room was in use, which is another anomaly all its own. So I was forcibly removed from the building, tossed into the streets and out into the cold. "Scram!" they said. "And don't come back!" I barely had enough time to dodge an oncoming produce truck, whew. Clearly those last few sentences were a complete lie. Anyway, after leaving the science building I went to eat, and then look for an open computer at any of the schools multiple labs. NONE! They all had lines of students just waiting to use a computer. I expected this too, what with this being the week before finals and all, but come on, hook a brother up! So I decided to take my leave from the University of Indian and Chinese, UIC. Yes, an orientation leader--my orientation leader at that(!)--actually called it that during my orientation. How offensive is that?!? And why would you tell that to incoming students?! To be fair, I should say that she said, "That the school is sometimes referred to as the University of Indian and Chinese..." But still, by whom and why would you volunteer this information to other students? Whatever. I'm making a mountain out of a molehill.

So here I am; writing and waiting to go to work. Work sucks because my hours have been cut and I have to pay for my transportation since some crooked fuckers stole my wallet in the shadow of the valley of Mexico. That's all for now though, probably for the day since I have to go to campus this evening after work so I can work on my stupid independent study. I don't think it's stupid, really. To close with a quote,

"I'm so pissed I could spit!"

that's what I say anyway; nothing really exciting took place today. I must say though that it sure is great, and I mean great, having more than two pillows on which to sleep. I was getting so sick and tired of it. Thank goodness I was able to bring some back from home. I can finally go back to sleeping proper. I'm up to 5 now, although 3 more would be nice and 8 more would be ideal. But, even though many of this city's derelicts have proven me wrong, I still believe that beggars can't be choosers. So 5 it is for now, until I can get my hands on some more. Pops also hooked it up with some proper sheets for the bed I use right now; that is another plus as well. It sure beats using the black sheet Anne gave me for the bed and the green T-shirt sheet I got when I first moved here, talk about ghetto--Rafael De La Ghetto to be exact.

Other than a great night of shut eye, my day consisted of working on my independent study at campus all day, which is a nuisance; it's nothing but computer programming! I stopped that major because I didn't want to sit around and crunch code and lo and behold here I am in physics leaning toward that, ugh! I do enjoy it but solely for the fact that I'm contributing to the field of Physics in doing so. I'm not sure if that passion can last my entire working life, but that's neither here nor there. After altering my macro to run the necessary files I had to go to my last logic class this evening. I must say, I have thoroughly enjoyed that class this semester. The prof was kick ass and the material was equally as cool.

That about wraps up my exciting, fun filled day. I'm home now, out of the cold, with my nipples chafed to the point of almost bleeding. I sure do fucking hate that about the cold. Moreover, the fact that I guess they somehow weave microbits of shrapnel into some of my dress shirts because, let's face it, that shouldn't fucking happen otherwise! Anyway, that's about it for today; I gotta grub and do some shit physics labs--that's a whole other can of worms. Until the next time...

FUCK internet explorer!! What a waste of a program!! I almost lost my entry before because the piece of shit decides to stop responding when I try to preview it. I hate shit microsoft and all for which they stand! Still though, better than my sworn enemy mac. Oh woe is me.

Tuesday April 31 -  On an evening outing with friends at one of my favorite ice cream parlors, I was feeling somewhat under the weather and only felt like having a refreshing smoothie--which I happen to enjoy very much. I'd never had one from the place in question, but upon hearing of how they were made I was already somewhat unsure of how it would taste. I decided to try one anyways, however, in hopes that I just might be pleasantly surprised. Oh what a mistake that turned out to be, this so called "smoothie" of theirs was nothing more than my selected flavor of sherbert and what seemed like extra water or ice blended in with it. That is not a smoothie!! Once I sucked all the moisture out of the cup all that was left was the sherbert that I'd selected earlier. It couldn't even be finished without a spoon, but I REFUSE to eat a smoothie with a spoon! It certainly was a let down.