8-11-06, 12:05 am

So, I totally kicked Evolution's ass!  My test was awesome.  At first, I was going to lie, and just write down the answers that the prof wanted me to write down, but then I thought... no.  I'm not gonna let this East Coast liberal intellectualism crap pull me down.  So I wrote an essay about God's special creation of man and how mutation is a myth they tell to scare us into the devil's clutches.  I cited like a bajillion Bible verses too.  How's that for falsified evidence, biatch!

By the way, I find it funny that when I see that picture, I think that the Jesus fish totally has a higher fitness than that Darwin fish.  Which is likely not correct, seeing as they're probably different species... oh geez, I need to stop.

So now I never have to go back to that class again.  I feel like I've been given my life back.  Summer school sucks.  Jury's still out on whether I can get an A or not.  Though after my rocking performance on that test...  Ugh, if I don't, I might seriously consider taking Brandon up on his offer to take care of the guy.  Damn, I really want an A.

Oh no!  I just realized that I'm missing The Daily Show for the second time tonight... and Stephen is on!  Omg, I can't believe I was missing this.  I'll have to catch it again tomorrow.

On notice!  WHAT?!  YSHML!

Sorry.  I get a little caught up in that show sometimes, I don't know if you noticed.

Haha!  Snakes on a Plane ad!  Glorious.

Ok, really, I'm going to stop recounting what I'm watching on TV now, I promise.

It's quiet here, now that Brandon's gone and abandoned me.  But, thankfully, I have the stompers for company.  They seem to have redoubled their effort at stomping.  It's like they know that I'm alone and are trying to keep me company.  How sweet of them.  I've also discovered that the stomper that lives directly above me listens to techno music very loudly.  Well, loudly enough for me to hear it.  I assume that's really loudly.  But let me tell you, it really has a way of soothing you to sleep.

I can't believe summer is almost over.  Dammit.  I didn't even get to enjoy like a full month of it.  I reiterate, summer school sucks.  I miss all of you.  I saw most of you last weekend, but that's irrelevant.  I still miss you.

I think I'm going to go finish Dead Like Me tonight.  Because I can stay up late.  Because I have no class in the morning.  Life is good.

7-15-06, 9:05pm

Welcome to the new server!  Or something.  I have no idea what happened with our websites actually.  Kistie explained it, I think, but it just went over my head.  All I know is that there's some funky ads at the top of the page now that completely throws off my design scheme.  Seriously, ads are all fine and good, but don't mess with the decor.

Summer has been a blast so far, as most of you (probably everyone reading this, actually) know, since I've spent the lion's share with you.  But Brandon demands an update nonetheless.  And what Brandon demands, Brandon gets.

In most pressing news, we have an apartment now!  It's not fully decorated yet, and my room's a complete and total mess, but it's still wonderful.  And we've had so many people come visit, too.  I think every week, at least, we've had someone staying with us.  Sara practically lives here already, which I find hilarious, since she's not paying and the people at the office will never know.  We've all turned into master con men this summer.

Summer school has also started.  The class is interesting, as far as the material goes.  The people, quite frankly, are much more fun.  There's a girl I met on the first day, we'll call her Gerbil, because that's what she looks like.  So Gerbil and I are talking the first day about the normal first day stuff... what the prof's going to be like, where to get the book, majors, blah blah blah... and then we start talking about grades for some reason or another.  She and this other guy (who has just a tiny patch of hair on his chin, right below his lip.  And no, he can't pull it off) start talking about how they have to struggle just to get Cs and how they study and study and never pull off an A.  After our first test, Gerbil again talks to me before class and says how she calculated that she couldn't get above a 35 on the test, claiming that she read everything and studied like crazy.  Wah.  I'm sorry, but that test was fairly easy, as far as essay tests go.  She didn't know Darwin's four postulates... or even what a postulate was... and it's a freakin' graduate level evolution class!  It boggles my mind.  Aside from those two, there's a couple of other smart guys in the class that sit next to me, and then one guy who I had in my anatomy lab last semester and annoyed the hell out of me.  Luckily he sits on the other side of the room and keeps to himself.

I also have a job, working from 1-5 at the Veterinary Diagnostics lab.  It's mostly just office work and handling the mail.  Helping them get ready for an audit at the end of the summer.  Which is why it's a temporary job, though I may be able to keep working up front with the mail.  Though it would mean a significant cut in my free time, and less spontaneous drives to Austin and the like.

Another reason why I may not be able to work in the Fall is that I found out that I got accepted to be a Fellows Scholar.  Exciting, but utterly frightening all at the same time.  It means a lot more stress and work for my senior year, but it's also a huge opportunity that will likely open up a lot of doors.  It's like Teach for America, which we were talking about last night when Kistie and the Kiks came to hang out.  It's something that I really want to do, it's just scary that I may have to actually do it. 

But enough about that.  I have a new fish, now (RIP Zoloft).  His name is Teamocil, in keeping with a good trend.  Those of you who don't know what Teamocil is named after need to seriously question your priorities in life.  He's a very pretty blue color with some teal and red thrown in.  He wouldn't eat the first few days we brought him home, and it had me worried, but he started eating last night, so I think we're now okay on that front.  We also have a pet mouse that resides just outside our apartment in the bushes/under the little wooden bridge.  His name is Obadiah Nimitz, Esq.  And then there's our rooster, Fabian Buster McClaren III.  It's a veritable zoo around here, really.

But now things have started to slow down to a predictable pace again.  Sara is gone in Colorado, playing and having fun with her kids.  Ryan and Katie are busy being boring/doing it in the Wood.  Katherine's there too, but films instead.  Veronica's jetsetting across the globe and writing drunk messages on facebook walls.  Steph and Joanna are in Austin probably having more fun than we can imagine here in College Station.  And Brandon and I have class/work to keep us busy.  And I don't have much time for anything else during the week, really.  Especially things like watching TV shows or movies.  Especially things like updating this site.  So don't expect anything other than weekly updates.  Heck, don't expect more than monthly updates.  It makes things easier on all of us.

I have recently (using recently as a very relative term) been watching Dead Like Me, and I love it.  Another show that I must make all of you watch.  It's getting harder to keep up with who's watched what now.  So just for reference, if you haven't yet seen Arrested Development, Firefly, Dead Like Me, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, or Battlestar Galactica, at least, you should sometime in the near future.  There is a statute of limitations on my friendship.  And if you haven't seen Scrubs or Veronica Mars yet, you're already dead to me.

And, speaking of television, the brilliance of Project Runway has begun again.  Brandon and I watched the first episode of the third season, along with the audition show, on Wednesday, while I neglected to study for my test the next day.  Oh man, it was totally worth it.  I already know who I hate and love.  Ok, here's a list.  Love:  Alison, Angela, Michael, Robert, Uli.  Hate: Jeffrey, MALAN!  All the others I could care less about, and I expect them to get off the show early so that we can get to the good stuff.

Today, in the mail, I got a platinum card.  I don't have a real reason to tell you guys this, I'd just like to point out that I have a platinum card now.  I only have a vague idea how I got it, too, so it's kind of weird.  Not that I'll ever use it, but now I have some backing when I say "I could buy you."

I think that's about enough from me for one night.  I have laundry to do and a room to clean.  Later, bitches!

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