Finals are un-fun. My physics test yesterday violated me in ways that I would rather not share in a public place.

For some reason, there's a cold spot on my pants. It's on the right-hand-pocket area. Very strange, very strange indeed.

It reminds me of the time when my knee was hot. Now, this one's really weird. I was hanging out with Lindsay, I think we were watching a movie. All of a suden, my knee felt really warm. It was like someone had taken a hot pad and plopped it right down on my knee, and when I actually felt it with my hand, the skin was warmer than it should have been. Linds also felt it, and agreed that it was, in fact, quite hot. The other knee, of course, was normal temperature. Then, after a few minutes, it just went away without even so much as a goodbye.

  Mood: Anxious to go home
Now Playing: The Crystal Method - Name of the Game

Work was crappier than usual tonight. I was there for 8 hours and rang up a whopping 17 people. That's roughly 2 people an hour. I also finished all the tasks my boss assigned to me within about an hour of being at the store. So... yeah, it was boring.

For those of you who don't know, which is probably most of you, I work at radio shack. I pimp cell-phones. and, as is more common of late (and somewhat detrimental to my paycheck), watch batteries. I try not to bitch about work on the site, because if I started, that's all I'd ever do. But there was one thing that happened the other day that struck me as particularly stupid, and I feel the need to comment on it.

They have these "meetings" once a month, and basically, it's a class where they tell you what's going to happen with the sales and stuff that month. So I had one on wednesday evening that I was supposed to go to. Now, as a little background info, we just got a new district manager. The meeting was at 6, and I got out of class at 5, so I pretty much just went straight there from school. I walk in, and I get stopped before I even go in, and the manager was like, "You need to be in dress code," and I said "Er... really. I wasn't told this," and he says "You're getting paid to be here, so you should be in dress code," and I said "So... I'm leaving?" and he says "Yeah," at which point I turn around and walk out the door. I didn't want to be there anyway.

But, given the choice of having informed employees and look at a few people in jeans or only letting people with khakis learn and then have a bunch of clueless dunderheads running around, which would you choose? That's what I thought.

this is where I digress.

  Mood: Jittery from caffiene and lack of food
Now Playing: The Crystal Method - The American Way

[My desk] is a friggin' mess. Don't mind the french fries or the Coke can, as I'm consuming them as I type, but the rest of it has to go. Especially the tube of Multi-Purpose Lube Gel peeking up from behind the calculators on the left.

Craig got a new laptop in the mail today, and there was much rejoicing amongst the two of us. It's a pretty sexy affair, with its widescreen and its Centrino-ness. I want to lick it, but my tongue isn't long enough. ]:

Aside from that, life is as uneventful as usual. Yesterday, I got myself very lost in downtown Rochester after I got out of work at 9 because I didn't feel like going back to my room. Seriously, I need to get out more. I'm starting to go batty.

And, eh, I got nothin'. For future reference, any post that starts with a picture of my messy desk is sure to suck.

  Mood: Restless (I'd even go to the mall)
Now Playing: Matchbox 20 - Downfall

Happy Valentine's Day. Or Saint Hallmark's Day. Or Venereal Disease Day. Or whatever your particular brand of cynicism dictates you call it. I'm just gonna give a shout-out to all the single peeps out there like me. Keep it real. I worked all day. What did you do?

...And to all you successful relationship-holders out there, good for you. Hope you did something fun on this, the most disgustingly pink day of the year. ;)

I also came to the realisation today that [whenever] I [try] to [smile], I [look] [like] a [psychopath]. I've got the one-eye-is-wider-than-the-other thing and the crooked smile thing going on. Sigh. I feel bad for everyone who has to come into contact with me on a daily basis.

I was trying to get a good picture to show off my haircut, but all I got was a bunch of crap. Oh well. The cut itself was much-needed, since I had a mountain of hair growing on my dome. And it's a Real Man's Haircut™... at least, this is what I'm told. So I guess that makes me a Real Man™. w00t. I was kinda getting worried that I was one of those paltry Fake Men™.

I was listening to [Linkin Park] today. For a long time, I've been trying to determine whether I like Hybrid Theory or Meteora better, and tonight, I discovered what the major difference is: Hybrid Theory is soooo much more fun to sing along to, and this solidifies it as my favourite thus far.

  Mood: I feel like a rapper
Now Playing: Coldplay - Moses

Just a couple quick things today.

First, while I was supposed to be doing physics homework last night, I was struck with inspiration:

I'd be tempted to say that I have too much free time, but that's not at all the case, so I'm not really sure how to explain this one.

Secondly, a couple days ago, I woke up with insane bedhead. I mean, I think I must have slept on my face.

I didn't go to class like that, but maybe I should have.

I love the fact that I have a digital camera...

  Mood: Special
Now Playing: Fuel - Sunburn

While I was walking back to my room from the restaurant today, I saw a hair tie on the floor. You know, the black elastic things that girls use to hold their hair back. And it got me to thinking, in the 30 seconds or so that followed, that I really like females.

But not only do I like them, no no. I like all the stuff that comes with them. Like hair ties and bobby pins, little makeup things, clam-like mirrors, nifty underwear*, barettes, and tampons (ha! just kidding about that last one). And they carry it all around in a little bag. Whereas guys tend to cram every possession they think they'll need into their wallets and stuff it all into their ass pocket.

And I know all girls aren't all cutesey and stuff, but I just find it all to be pretty endearing. I suppose that's the most random thought I've had in a while. Sorry. I shouldn't be allowed to be single.

* I'm not meaning this in a perverted sort of way, for once. It's just that guy's underwear is really boring. You got boxers, briefs, or the occasional speedo. Most of them are solid colours, or plaid... or they have something stupid on them, like a giant smiley-face on the ass. Girl's underwear tends to have nice things, like satin or lace or cute pictures of things like strawberries or kitties or rainbows or whatever.

  Mood: Spacey
Now Playing: My roommate blowing his nose

Well, a week ago today was my birthday. Woo! I would have written about it sooner, but this week was one surly bitch and I didn't have much time, and when I did have time, I didn't feel like it. :P

Let's see... last saturday, my birthday, I worked for eight hours. Yay!

Sunday, my family came out to visit. We had dinner (yum, steak), and it was lots of fun. (:

Monday was a school/work day.

Tuesday, I went to class. After class I drove one hundred and twenty miles in a blizzard to give [Lindsay] back the bag of makeup she left here when she came to visit.

Wednesday, I drove back home at 8:00 in the morning, went to class from 10:00 to 5:30, then got called in to work from 5:30 till 9:00 (when I thought I had the day off), then did physics homework from 9:30 till 4:00. I waned to bust some heads.

thursday, I had class, then I got a birthday card from [Lindsay] and a package from ['tine]! Yay! They made me verry verry happy.

Friday was a school/work day.

And today I work eight hours again. Lather, rinse, maim!

Someday I will get out of this terrible cycle of madness that infects my life. Maybe I'll go play pool tonight. That would be nice.

  Mood: Trod upon
Now Playing: Nine Inch Nails - Closer