Full Throttle

Five Years

 

 

 

Pinging your Tung

I love my mathematics professor. A Chinese immigrant (who's been in the US for dozens of years) named Ping-Tung Chan, he's like the superhero of this tiny crummy commuter college. PT, as he's called by everyone, is all about the students and whatever it takes to help us. Thus, the faculty and administration hates his guts and all students love him. It's pretty awesome, however, as he doesn't believe in homework only "learning". No pressure!

I'm here until 5:15, at which I promptly leap from here like a gazelle from danger and flee towards my paycheck. In which I plan to pick up an item (DVD or game, not sure) and head home to face homework, not being sick and then some more homework with a few tidbits of hardcore gaming. This is my life, unadulterated and unfiltered. Raw, for you. Gaze into it and weep in the dawning realization that you are a mere tiny speck compared to this fully armed and operational battle station. Ignore the innuendo that has been crafted with that statement and move on.

I found something of suitable quality to absorb my time, it is a truly hilarious. A man, nay a genius, on some forum created a Sims 2 family based on various forum members. He then lets the game simulate the entire thing while recording the consequences with a well-written diary. The result is pure, unbridled hilarity and you should all go read it right now (foul langauge warning omg-u-kiel-baby-angles-if-u-reed-it).

NFL Season starts today and it's about time. Real men, doing manly things like hitting each other. Honestly I don't know how I get by without my dose of football, it's the miracle of our time. Steelers play the Dolphins today at Detroit, 4:30 Alaska Time. I'm hoping to catch most of it via the radio while making the commute home. I really want to see the Seahawks return to the Bowl but with the jinx... I dunno...

Anyways, that's all for now.

- Maddog

my balls, balls, balls

The Fair: Conclusion!

I am finally done with the Fair work. Overall, pretty fun. I got to meet lots of cool entertainment types from some pretty big bands and saw first hand how it all roughly works. Plus the pay wasn't bad at all, $8/hour with overtime. Hopefully I made a pretty good bundle. The idea is that this will fund my PSP repair and possible expansion of my PSP library. It also will create a stockpile of potential resources to exploit when the inveitable, delightful Wii launch steamrolls into everyone's pocketbooks.

Turned out one of the clown chicks I was doing the sound for really liked me. Even my boss said so. They were a couple of sweet gals, gave me a big box of cookies and a card for doing almost all of their shoes and all their barking for them. They were pretty happy with that, even joking around that the reason I got sick was from all those "hot makeout sessions", since they had a similar disorder of the health. If that's not a hit-on I don't know what is.

Speaking of sick, my voice is absoulty gone in all sense of the word. I have been rendered mute, as weird as it is, applying that adjective to me. In Biology class today, the professor called upon me only to have me attempt to explain my current predicament in the delicate langauge of waving hands around wildly. Been running a fever today too. Just wonderful modifiers applied to my daily routine. I need a steam bath desperatly to cure me, I have complete and total faith in the healing powers of steam. It has knocked out every cold ever.

I should have taken a tougher Biology course, this one is mind-numbingly stupid. A tougher Biology course would have meant taking an additional Chemistry class and both of their respective labs, creating a rather complex and hetic schedule. So I'm cramming it all in next semester. Public Speaking appears to be extremely easy, the teacher is rather... simplistic in her expectations. Classmates appear to be all pretty cool as well, which means (hopefully) very few speeches that cause you to desire tearing your ears out.

I think I really want to focus on Cellular Biology as my education focus, it's fascinating. And the more I think about it, the more I want to swap my Spanish major for a PoliSci and simply take it as a minor. Oh well, I'll make that call when I end up at Michigan (or where ever the hell my money supply takes me). I'm out,

- Maddog

and this is how it should be done