Who invented Algebra lab?

It makes no sense to me.

Not that I'm complaining. Entertaining stuff goes down in that computer lab from approx 12:21 pm, to anywhere from 12:42-1:36 pm every Thursday. Theoretically, computer labs are quiet places. Which one guy who sits by me is. The other one, however, is "8,000 years" older than the rest of us, and likes to share his vast store of knowledge with the rest of us. AKA slopes, exponents, etc.

On an unrelated note, Daniel is sitting on the other side of the lab looking confused. No, I am not creeping. He is sitting in plain sight, thank you. And on the other side is that guy from math who borrowed my pen and never gave it back. I'm not bitter at all. Really

Question: Is it ok to buy clothes by Miley Cyrus as long as you don't tell anyone? She obviously doesn't wear her label, it covers too much. So if it's cute, and it's cheap, and no one finds out by your roommate...is it safe?

Maybe that's what I should write my paper on. Miley is a controversial subject, right? Bah. We have to write arguementative research papers for Comp, and I really don't know what to do mine on. At the moment I'm considering the legit-ness of OCD, for lack of a better subject. I was going to do abortion or physician assisted suicide or something, but we aren't allowed to use morality-based topics. Sad-ness. So then I was going to do global warming, only every thing I've found is pretty much one-sided. So what, I'm supposed to argue with myself? I think not. All of the other good topics have been taken, i.e. seatbelts in buses, video games and school violence, etc. Maybe I'll do it on school bullying or something like that. How that's an arguement, I'm not sure. I guess I could argue that it's a problem, but that's a bit of a duh factor, don't you think?

4 hours. 3 people.

That's right. I'm sitting at work and that is the grand total. Why? Because I was dumb enough to schdule myself during the homecoming game. Oh well. I have all of my homework for the next 4 days done. Just had a nice conversation with a random guy. Stuck some post it notes in random places.

This morning some of us walked a mile backwards. We thought it might be fun. Actually, we had a sign that was supposed to go on the back of the float, but it didn't work out, so we just carried it behind. T'was great fun. Our brother dorm won 1st, and we came out with 2nd. Mainly because they had smurfs and Jedi.:)

P.S. Dorm chats don't make a lot of sense, but they are very catchy.

For the sake of blogging

Jason and Brendan said I should blog about something. However, I don't remember what that something was, so therefore I cannot blog about it. Sad day. Oh well. Such is life I suppose.

On the bright side, I got 99% on my last Design project.

On the downside, my puck rocker self died in English today. I did, however, get a few votes. No, I did not vote for myself.

Math is evil. That is all there is to it.

Dear Minnesota Vikings:

What was that? I mean really. You guys must have missed the memo back in Jr. High, but false start-ing every other play is not acceptable. The point of the defense is to defend. Might want to get on that. Oh, and you know that guy who throws the ball? There's this thing called protection, and you're supposed to do it. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Take it or leave it, but I know you guys can do better than that.

In case you missed it, the first half IS part of the game.

Also on the downside, Favre had 5 turnovers and now holds the record for most fumbles.

On the upside, he became the only player with 70,000+ passing yards. That is a stinking big amount of yards, people. He also became the first with 500 TD passes. Make that 502.

Sooo basically there was about 20 minutes in there that I enjoyed. Although I'm pretty sure the other people in the lobby got a kick out of my talking to the TV. Eh, it happens.

Why must blog posts always have titles?

Titles are ridiculous things. They work for book and magazines, but that's as far as it goes. What if I have a super awesome blog, but my title ends up being horrific, people decide not to read it as a consequence, and I never become famous? That would be tragic! So please, read the blog regardless of the title. It probably won't be super awesome, but hey, I can try can't I?

So. English class. Simulation game. Apparently the earth is about to be hit by a meteor, and everyone will die. Drat. But! We have a space ship. We also have a distant planet that is apparently capable of sustaining human life. One problem. It's one of those two door models that only seats five. So out of the whole entire world, the world being the class, only five get the esteemed privelige of living next week. I am a 17 year-old punk rocker. That's right. You heard me. So, why should I get a seat on the space ship? I really don't know. I wouldn't vote for myself. However, we are required too, so I had better come up with something, eh? The rest of the world is composed of: An Amish wagon maker, a car salesman, a homeless person, a televangelist, and astronaut with herniated disks, a McDonald's employee, a poet who grows orchids, a 12 year-old genius with diabetes, a nurse with arthritis, a parent with three children, a sterile doctor, a geneticist with a criminal record, a prostitute, a college freshman, an unemployed inventor, a high school science teacher, a janitor, a high school sophomore, a supermodel, and a CEO. ...and five of us are supposed to get together and start a colony? Riiight...at least we get credit for it, I guess. Although, if you think about it, the prof won't be on the space ship, therefore she won't be on the planet, therefore she cannot grade us, therefore our lives in English have been wasted. Stink. We tried suggesting to her that we should just call Chuck Norris and he would take care of the meteor, but she said no. I have a feeling I shall remain on earth to die. Maybe I'll call Chuck anyway.

On a totally nonrelated note, I have eaten nothing but sandwiches, chips and honey buns today.