Shouzer

We went ice skating this last weekend. We found out that for students, it’s free. $1 rental, but to get in it’s actually free. That’s as sweet as a peep. Those things have more sugar than scientifically possible. They’re like sugar, deep fried in sugar, then rolled around in a little sugar, and then sprinkled with some crazy fuckin’ rock sugar shit. If they had any more sugar, I seriously think they’d be toxic.

Hark loves that shit like you would not believe. Indeed, he’s been known to wake up late at night screaming. “PEEP PEEP PEEP PEEEEP”. He starts clawing at his face and shit. It’s crazy. The weirdest part is when he starts taking off his clothes. We still don’t know what that’s about. We usually have to kick him in the head to knock him out of it. Even then, we usually kick him a few more times for good measure. That’s why he never remembers it. A good boot to the head will make you forget a lot of things. Sorry Kyle. It’s for your own good, young man. It hurts us more than it hurts you.

Anyhow, back to the skating. My past years of roller blading experience (I used to play hockey in Texas with my friends) came back to help. It took me a little bit, but I could skate pretty easily before too long. I mean, I couldn’t do anything that great. I didn’t have my backflip back, and I couldn’t quite do a triple toe loop–all I could manage was a triple axle. I know, I know.. I should be ashamed to even talk about it.

I think we’re going back this weekend, anyway. I have a feeling that one of my friends just wouldn’t be very good, but in the spirit of protecting the innocent, I’m not going to say who. Let’s just say his name is J Monchino. No, no.. That’s much too obvious. Silly me. Jason M.

It’s cool, though. I’m sure he could whoop my ass in basketball. All I’m saying, though, is that if I was 6’4, I could throw down a mean dunk. All the little kids would see me and run in fear. Nobody wants to be dunked on.

That’s a good word. I made it up. But it’s so good, you wouldn’t have known that unless I said so, right? Right. No?

I don’t feel any better. Hehe, not that a couple hours usually gets me over a sickness, but I can still hope, I suppose.

Anywho, my physics exam was painful. I went into it feeling sick, and I left hurting. Now, a normal person would think that a “practice exam” would prepare you for the actual exam. Hm. No, that’s not how it works. Actually (and you’re going to have to trust me on this, because your intuition will tell you differently) a practice exam is basically a time waster that has nothing to do with the real exam.

I’ve realized that all of my friends should start a business together. With our varying areas of specialty, it seems like it would work out well. Scott would design hardware, I’d write the software for it, Jason would run the company, Kyle would take care of the financials, and Al would provide free health care. Jason insists that this “so-called free health care” should include sports physicals.

It seems like it would work well enough. Now we just need an idea and the capital. Hm… I suppose that’s always the tough part. Damn my inability to carry through. Until that point, we were on track to become the next Microso…er, Google. They’re the one that’s not evil–or so I’m told. My personal opinion is that because they’re super rich and I don’t work for them, they’re evil enough.

My birthday is in a week. I’ll hit the big 20. That’s a big milestone. You would think that leaving the teens would grant you extra perks, but I’ve come to find that no such thing happens. I’m doomed to wander the earth forever young AS A CHILD OF THE DAMNED wait another year until anything actually changes legally.

Time for sleepy sleepy. I need some rest.

I’ve started my second season with the Dartmouth Big Green in ESPN College Hoops 2k5. They rock your socks.

We’ve got the highest rank we’ve ever had. We’re 19-0 right now, and we’re ranked 12. Kind of lame, considering we’re undefeated, but we do have an easy schedule. We put up 100+ for the first time the other day, too.

That was nice. One of my guys came off the bench and dropped a triple double. It was mad crazy.

We got to the elite eight last year, only to lose to UNC by like 30. Hopefully that won’t happen this year. Heh. That was disheartening, to say the least.

I’ve got my first exam of the semester tonight in about 45 minutes. I wouldn’t mind much, but the thing of it is that I’m sick. Kyle, Jason, and I all woke up sick today. I think I’m the worst, though.

I’ve taken a couple of the past exams in this class (they post them online), and I’ve done well on them. So hopefully the actual exam isn’t radically different. If it’s more or less the same, I should be fine. It just sucks that I’ve gotta go out in the cold when I’m sick, just so I can go take an exam.

Just finished watching the Illini game. We beat Michigan, and even though it didn’t go into overtime like the game against Iowa, it felt much closer.

We just weren’t making any shots during the middle half of the game, but for some reason we felt the need to keep shooting 3′s. I would have liked to have seen us work down low since our outside shots weren’t falling, but I guess that just wasn’t in the game plan.

It was closer than it should have been, but we won. That’s what matters.

All I can say is damn. The Superbowl and Mardi Gras-two huge events that should not be held on the same day ever again.

I was yelled and cursed at more times than I can count, I was spit at and puked on…twice and was punched by a psycho.

Also, overweight women should not get excessively drunk, especially when wearing pants that are tight enough to be their skin and halter tops. That was gross.

All of that in one glorious, 12-hour shift in the ER. Somehow when this time comes around next year, I won’t be working.

So, did you guys have a good weekend?

Well, another Super Bowl and another dynasty. Everybody is talking about the Pats as a dynasty now, and I really don’t think there’s an argument against it.

Over the last few years, they’ve been by far the most dominant and consistent team in the league. I’ve got to say that I honestly didn’t want any of the “final four” teams to win this year, except the Falcons. I didn’t want a dynasty and I don’t like T.O. I suppose I don’t really have anything against the Steelers, but I sort of had a feeling from the beginning that they wouldn’t do anything.

Anyhow, as it turns out I predicted the right team. Nobody could really say they didn’t earn it, and Brady’s still undefeated in the playoffs. That’s just crazy.

Well, technically, he’s my suitemate. Anyway, he’s against gay marriage, but it’s for one of the funniest reasons I’ve ever heard.

Basically, he believes that gay marriage costs him money. He figures that if gay people are able to get married, then it will cost his company money thus costing him money because of profit sharing. His reasoning is that the partners of the gay employees will get insurance benefits.

Games should just be made to be fair. It’s fucking stupid if they aren’t. Take Dr. Mario for example. When you take out two rows with one piece, your opponent gets extra pieces dropped on them. Ok, that’s fine. But when you both do it to each other, and their pieces fall in different places than your pieces, somebody’s getting fucked. And of course, it’s me. I hate that stupid type of shit.

Plus, when you take out a row, all the connected pieces fall down to the bottom. Of course, they take 10 years. Dumb. That has nothing to do with with being able to play the game well. It’s just a stupid ass thing they added. I get sick of that type of shit. Put me on a development team to decide whether a game is fair or not, and I guarantee you that game would be as fair as any you’ve ever played.

It’s fucking stupid. I can’t stand that type of shit. I am not a good loser. I know that. I don’t take losses well–at all. But I doesn’t literally bother when it was in my control. When it’s beyond my control, though, that pisses me the fuck off.

[Notice:]This is a rant that I have since commented about.. It’s not really the case, as I originally thought. My bad.

I know I’ve posted stuff like this before, but I’m going to post it again. I think at a big school–especially the #3 Computer Science department overall in the #1 public College Of Engineering at the #1 public school in the country (those “public” keywords actually do make a difference..)–certain things should be assumed.

When I’m converting a binary number to a decimal number, I shouldn’t really have to show my work. Especially when the number is 110111001101 or something similar. I mean, how do you even want me to show my work? 2^11 + 2^10 + 2^8 … That gets old fast.

If we don’t get it, we should be intelligent enough to ask. If we’re not, then we’ll fail the exams and maybe the class. That’s our responsibility, especially with the standards we’re supposed to have here. All it does it make the homework more tedious and boring. In the end, all that serves to do is make me dislike the class and not want to learn.