something, anything

kiel: frustrated

kie: the room formerly known as a disaster area

kio: edgar cruz: the girl from ipanema  (on repeat ad infinitum... just kidding, i'd go crazy)

so i am writing in my weblog because i don't want to do homework.  the thing is i have a shitload of it ahead of me in the next few weeks.  since last thursday night (excepting the hw i did last night, cause i had to) i have done ABSOLUTELY NOTHING much to my academic detriment.

and speaking of academic detriment, things are in the works for a party at 334 on saturday.  i hope we don't get 823904 freshmen here drinking our beer and puking all over the place and being jerks, like freshmen do.  also, to spice things up a bit, kelly's parents are coming this weekend ;)  dave klein has suggested flaming dr. peppers.  interesting....

NB: there are now 3 variants of dr. pepper in my house:  diet dr. thunder (wal-mart brand), dr. bob (giant brand) and red fusion (name brand, as kelly calls it, "the poor man's mr. pibb"  dr. pepper is probably the only soda i know of that still tastes moderately ok when it's completely flat.  also, dr. pepper is one of the only sodas to still display the infamous contents under pressure warning label.  go buy a bottle of it and you'll see what i mean.

ugh i gotta at least START a some hw.  even though it's almost 2.  ugh ugh ugh.

fact of the day courtesy of mike comeau: the number of the attachment on the buzzer is the length of the hair in eighths of an inch.  e.g. i got a number 3, which means my hair in the back is 3/8' long.