Wouldn't you know it? The mechanics couldn't find anything wrong with my car and just suggested a tune-up. Awesome. Well, here's hoping it works.

If you'll notice, I've added a couple of links. One is for The Journey, a weekly Bible study service I attend, and the other is for the pastor of that church and friend of mine, Jared Sparks. You may want to check them out. Good stuff. They're a lot more meaningful than my little corner of the virtual world seems to be, what with my random thoughts that sometimes make sense.

Should I add titles to my posts? I can't quite decide.

Oh, I almost forgot. To answer the eternal question, I'm watching the Watchmen. Tonight at midnight to be precise. *joy squeal*

Wow. Pre-class dook...classic. I also enjoyed Wall E and Hancock (see previous 2 posts). Anyway, I totally passed calc 3 on the first try. HA! Now differential equations is up to bat. Or it's pitching and I'm batting. Either way.

I had a thought last night but I didn't get on to post it because it was late and I was tired. Not that right now is any different, especially since I have to be up in less than 6.5 hours to go get my car looked at because it's a piece of crap. Plus last night I would have been posting in the buff because I had just gotten out of the shower (the thought occurred to me while I was in the shower). The point is that I can't remember what the thought was.

And just like that, it came to me. Have you ever heard someone refer to the "bowels of Hell"? I wonder...if Hell is a set of bowels, does that make Satan a big ol' turd? I'm not sure why that stood out in my mind last night, but I thought I'd share it with you. So now I'm gonna go eat dinner because I just realized I haven't yet and then I'll go to bed.

I hate mornings.

ओंस अगं, ... Okay, let's try that again. For some reason, it had the "type in Hindi" option turned on. Once again, a work blog. Actually this time I'm not on the clock. I'm just in the four hour break between work and class, so technically it's not a work blog. But I am using a work computer to type it, so maybe it's a working lunch blog.

Anyway, the semester has ended since my last post and a new one has taken it's place of contempt in my mind. Calculus 3 is not my friend. You hear that, calc 3? Your days are numbered! But enough of that. Having caught up a bit with my own blog by reading my last post, since I very rarely update, I realize that I did indeed enjoy Expelled, Iron Man, Dark Knight, and Get Smart. The others I have not seen yet, but I still believe I'll enjoy them. As for the Xbox 360 Elite situation, since nobody seems willing to help me out and complete an offer, I had to just break down and buy a regular 360. But it has not gone to waste. I have enjoyed it much with what little free time I've been able to spend with it. My best pal AfroRyan, whose blog you'll see to your right, labeled Afromegaly, has enabled me to acquire or borrow several games to get me started with achievements, which is greatly appreciated. What a guy. Did that sound a little gay? It sounded a little gay to me. No matter. Uh-oh. It's getting close to class time and I still need to take a pre-class dook. Guess I'll go do that. Until whenever.

Hmm...I seem to be getting into the habit of blogging at work. Not sure if that's a good thing, but seeing as how I have nothing to do anyway and the boss isn't in here at the moment, I'm going to choose not to care right now.

Know what I hate? Getting up early. Know what else I hate? Homework. Know what else I hate? School in general. Props to incomplete sentences. I was late getting up early for school this morning because I stayed up too late attempting to do my homework last night. I did almost a full problem. I am so ready for this semester to be over. Seriously. I'm burnt out.

I wish I had an Xbox 360 Elite right now *wink wink*. If you don't know what the winking is about, read a couple posts ago and all will be made known to you.

Everybody excited about Expelled the Movie? I am. I'm gonna like it. I can tell these things. I'm also really looking forward to Iron Man, Dark Knight, Wall E, Hancock, Get Smart, Speed Racer (kinda), and quite a few others that I can't think of now.

I probably better go finish my homework, since it's due in four hours.

Bye.

Well, I'm sitting here in the office at work again and a friend of mine is sitting in here playing a game on his computer. As he's playing, he keeps talking, half to himself and half to me, but I'm being quite entertained by his series of statements, so I'm gonna share a few with you as he says them.

I have a giant hammer!
I'm only level 1? That really sucks.
I just moved through a rock. That was odd.
Wow, that's the wierdest 3-eyed bird I've ever seen.
Hey, that wasn't very nice.

Okay, he's pretty much engrossed in the game now and isn't talking anymore. I missed a few at the beginning because I forgot them before I got here to type them. I knew you wouldn't mind. I'll be needing to go to class soon anyway, so ta ta.



Don't forget about the cheap xbox 360 elites available from my September 28 post! I command it!

I'm going to take this opportunity to do a little shameless promoting. I'm getting a new XBox 360 Elite for about $10 and rather than keep this little secret to myself, I've decided to pass on the goodness to you. If you don't want the console, you can just opt for the $480. So here's the link. Go sign up and complete one offer. You're welcome to do more than one, of course, but that would basically just be wasting money. You only have to do one. There are instructions throughout the process, so it shouldn't be too confusing.

Now that that's out of the way, how is everybody? I'm sitting here at work and posting a new blog. I have to go to class in a few minutes, so I should probably wrap this up. Hope you all enjoy your consoles or money.

It actually hasn't been as long as I thought it had since I posted last. I surprise myself yet again. Like that time I decided to take Calculus II. Yeah, I'm starting to think that was a bad idea, what with me not having taken a math class in over a year.

I guess I could mention that I am now also on facebook, for all you facebook users out there. It's been a while since I joined, but I never mentioned it here, so there you are. I'd post a link to it with the one to my myspace, but you have to be a friend of mine on facebook to even look at it, so there wouldn't be much point for most of you.

You know that Christian band I'm a sound guy for? Well, I think it's pretty much dissolved for now, due to conflicting schedules, priorities, that sort of thing. We might pick it up at a later date, but nothing for now, which makes me sad.

I suppose the final topic of discussion for this post will be that I'm back from my Florida vacation, which was AWESOME! I saw dolphins really far off, but didn't get nearly close enough to touch them. I swam with a huge ray of some kind. I think it was a stingray. That was super cool. I got stung by a bunch of jellyfish, which was slightly less than cool. Some of the people I went with saw a six foot shark while I wasn't around. I wish I had been there. I probly would have gone out to swim with it, or at least get a better look at it. I know, I know, sharks can bite and even kill you, but so can stingrays and I swam with one. A big one. I don't care about that stuff. If I die, I die. No biggy. That's not me giving my permission to order a hit on me or anything, because that's a different issue entirely. That would make me very angry. But me risking my own life ain't no thang.

Okay, that's not the final topic. This is. While on vacation I started the final Harry Potter book and I finished it earlier this week. Yes, I'm a slow reader. Don't care. It was a really good book. They all were. Now I'm sad because the adventure is over. I'm also irritated because now I have to find a new adventure to hold my attention for a while. Thanks to my uncle for some suggestions, even though he probably will never see this. Thanks anyway. I'm gonna look for some of them. I probly can't buy many of them, since I'm once again broke, due to college and vehicle stuff, but I'll search them out nevertheless. And now I bid you adieu and hope I spelled that right because I'm tired and a bit smelly, so I'm off to a shower and a bed with a pillow, but no blankets because it's so dang hot. Good night.

As you may or may not have noticed, I have added another link. It's to AfroRyan's new blog documenting the growth of hair. So instead of asking him how long it takes to grow an afro, just go read about it. Of course, you may have to wait a while. It's just getting started.

In an unrelated story, I left my car windows down a little today because it was quite hot inside the car. Once again, it poured...POURED down rain while my windows were down. The funny thing is that there was little to no moisture in my car. Isn't that wierd? Yes, yes it is. It's like there was a magic bubble around my car that kept rain from coming through my open windows. Not that I'm complaining, but it certainly seemed strange to me.

I remembered what the other thing was that I had included in the first try of the last post. I went to see 300 the day it came out. It was pretty awesome. I would definitely recommend it...except to the young'ns. They ought not to see it, what for the nipple action, man-butt, sex scenes, and large amounts of violence. Not really things da chillens needs to be seein'. But anyone else...have at it.

So I went to Hardee's for lunch today. Who is Hardee? Because the apostrophe in the restaurant's name implies that it belongs to this person, whoever he/she is. Same for Arby's. Who is Arby? Are the two related? I mean, we know who Ronald McDonald and Colonal Sanders are, not that KFC is called Sanders's or Colonal's, but you get my point. Wendy's even has the little girl on the sign. I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be Dave Thomas's daughter, but that's not the point. Come to think of it, there are all kinds of restaurants that present this same quandry. I'm not going to try to name them all, but you know I'm right. I know you know. Know how I know you know? No, you probably don't, but that's truly, truly irrelevant to anything in my whole post...other than the question asking you whether you know...shut up. $33 y0u 1@73r.

Ladies all the time be askin' me "Coach Z, how come you don't dance no more?" But enough about that. Once again, my computer froze while I was trying to do a post. I had it close to done, too.

Why are the backs of shins called calves? Are we supposed to call the backs of thighs cows? I mean at least then calves would make sense, especially since when a calf is young and feeding it's under the cow. But then why would we call the backs of thighs cows? None of it makes sense.

I know there was something else I included the first time I tried to post this. I don't remember what it was, though.

Oh well. Here's something I was pondering. What is the origin of the term "spit'n image"? You know, like how babies are always the spit'n image of one of the parents? Is it supposed to be spitting image? Because I don't get that. Cause when you think about it that way, you take the image of the parent and then make it spit. That's what the kid is. On the other hand, if it's supposed to be the spit and image, that makes sense if you think about it. Cause what's in spit? DNA, that's what. The kid would kinda have their parent's DNA in them, so you could say (I guess...if your...I don't know...dumb) that they have their parents' spit. And of course the image part is obvious. They look like their parent.

I should probably be paying attention to the teacher. He's lecturing and I haven't really been listening. I tried for a minute, but it was boring...so I got on teh internets.

Seriously, does anyone read this? I mean other than AfroRyan? I know you do every now and then. But is anyone else getting any enjoyment whatsoever from this blog? If you happen to read this, don't hesitate to comment or let me know you read it. Right now I'm just rambling on, basically talking to a computer screen. Well, I'm talking in my head. Not really out loud to the screen. That would be interupting class. And I'd probly get sent out of the room.

Do you ever snake spit by accident? Like when you yawn or something? That gets annoying. Entertaining, but annoying. Cause it's usually when I'm reading something, so it gets all over the book and the pages get wet. Sometimes the ink runs. I wouldn't get quite so irritated if I could do it on purpose. I can't. But accidentally I'm a pro. I think I just did on my arm. I don't know where else all that moisture came from.

I'm so tired...and hungry. But I still have almost an hour of class left. Well, this is me...signing off.

I tried this once recently but then my computer froze and I got mad. Let's try it again.

So I finally got on mySpace. Yeah, that's pretty much why I haven't been here. I think I may have become an addict. I need an intervention. I'm stopping in to show the love, though. Here it is. A big, steaming pile of love. Dig in.

I didn't do the reading for my last assignment a day early, like I had semi-planned. I kinda figured I wouldn't, though, so it wasn't a shock. Now I have a few days before my next assignment is due. What a relief.

So I finally had time for a good thought. What are "the dickens"? Have you ever wondered that? I mean, you hear them described all the time in all kinds of ways. From what I can gather, the dickens are hot, they sting, they're fast, they run, fly, bite, and do just about anything else you can think of, when it suits them. You may even have heard things referred to as a dickens. Maybe you've heard someone call a puppy, a kitten, or even a small child a cute little dickens, meaning that a dickens can take on a form of their choosing. That, however, does not answer the question: What are they? It even raises more questions, like "What is their purpose?", "What do they want?", and "Why are they referred to in both singular and plural forms as a dickens?" Like the age-old quandry of how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, these are questions whose answers the world may never know. But I do know one thing; dickens are awesome.

I got my assignment done and it was much easier than I expected. I could have written more about the topic, actually, but...I didn't want to.

Despite having worked all day, today has been the best day I've had in a long time. It's been a really good day. Speaking of work, I thought I left my water jug at the job site, but I got back home and saw it there in the floor, so apparently I didn't.

You're never gonna guess what I have to do by tomorrow. No, not that. I have another English assignment! Man, some people. You'd think you'd have learned by now. Anyway, I'll probably do the reading tonight...at least part of it. I'll do the writing/typing part tomorrow, if for no other reason, then for tradition. I wouldn't want to get into the habit of doing assignments early. That could be disastrous.

It has just occurred to me. How could my life sink to this level of boring? I mean, I'm posting about English class and thinking I left my water jug at a job site and about posting about such things and about posting about posting about such things and now I'm in a would-be endless loop of saying "posting about", except that I'm ending it. I grow weary of you. Goodbye.

I was just checking my email and about 80% of the bulk crap was about genitalia and how to increase various dimensions of said subject. HOLY CRAP! I don't want those emails! How do they keep getting my email address? From each other?

Well, here I am, posting on my blog when I should be doing that assignment I was talking about. I've read almost a chapter and haven't started on the writing part yet, which is basically a full paper. It's due today, but I have no aspirations of getting it done soon. I may fail this class, which would suck, what with the drop in my GPA and all that.

Somebody's been eating a hot pocket at the computer. They never threw away their wrapper.

I don't want to do my assignment.

About that last assignment...I got it done, but I sent it in at about 12:35 am, so it's probably gonna be counted late...which it technically is. Oh, well. I'm nothing if I'm not a procrastinator and a hater of English. I have another assignment due tomorrow. I'm supposed to have read four chapters in my book, too. I haven't started any of it. Hope I get off work fairly early, because I'm starting at 7:00 am again. I don't even know where I'm working or what I'm doing. I should probably put some gas in the car, in case I have to go...well anywhere, really. I hardly have anything in there. It's almost to the point of running on fumes.

Boy, I got so much crap running through my head right now it's not even funny. I'm working two jobs, taking an online class, and I really gotta drop a deuce. It's kinda hard to think.

So I was working yesterday, weed-eating a cemetery, and I discovered something. You've never truly eaten weeds until you've had a twig embedded in your shin about a quarter inch. I didn't realize it was even there until I ran out of gas and went to refill. By that time, of course, the blood around it had dried and was holding it in there, far deeper than I had anticipated. So I just left it there until I was done. Actually, I left it there til I got home and got to show everybody. To me it was like when a tornado blows a pencil through a telephone pole, except much less damage was done. Getting back to the term "eaten weeds", what is the actual term to describe weed-eating in the past tense? Weed-eated? That sounds stupid. Weed-ate? Equally dumb. And to say that you ate weeds gives people the wrong impression. I'm not sure there is an acceptable term for that.

Hang on a minute.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...Okay, I'm back from the bathroom and feeling about twenty pounds lighter. I think before I gave in to the call of nature I had been thinking of something to say, but it escapes me now. Whatever it was is no longer on the top of my head, since I made so much room down lower.

I saved a turtle from the road the other day.

I think this is what they call writer's block. I can't think of anything interesting to say. I can't even think of any strange thoughts I've had recently. My dream last night was wierd, but I can't even remember what that was.

I'm gonna go have some pie.

If you'll venture on over to AfroRyan's blog, you'll find an interesting video starring some friends of mine (including AfroRyan) and some people I don't know.

As for me...my online English class has started. I missed the first assignment because apparently when I was looking around the site, the assignments tab is the one I didn't check. I must have checked every other tab, meaning to eventually get to the assignments, and then forgot to do it. So my first assignment was two days late. I have another one due tomorrow and I haven't really started on it yet. I'm working, as far as I know, starting at 7:00 in the morning, too. That doesn't leave me any time to get the stuff done in the morning like I usually do on the day the assignments are due. I guess that means either I stop typing here on my blog and go do my assignment...or I do it tomorrow after work, which could be a lot of time or virtually none. I'll probably do the bulk of it tomorrow. I haven't posted here in a while, after all, and I know how much you've been waiting for an update.

I'm being interrupted. I'll be back soon.

I forgot to tell you something I saw in my last post...I didn't see it in my last post, I forgot to tell you in my last post. Anyway, the last update was on a Friday. The night before I was at Ruby Tuesday...to eat. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I witnessed a guy and a girl getting into a van through the side sliding door. I also noticed they had a lot of stuff piled in the van, but that's beside the point. When the girl got in, she laid down on the floor of the van. Then the guy got in and also disappeared from sight (behind all the stuff piled in the van I told you about). I can only assume, as I did not venture closer, that they were...doing it, right there in the Ruby Tuesday parking lot. Although I don't know how much closer I could have gotten if I wanted to, given that we were parked right next to them. That must have been some meal. A note to anyone who wants to try this: even if you have tinted windows, people can still see you when the dome light is on.

Now for the business part of the broadcast. Exam number three was certainly no breeze, but it wasn't nearly as bad...well, it was nearly as bad, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I don't know how I did on any of the exams, but they didn't knock my grades down much, if any. I got an A and two B's, which isn't bad, given that one B was calculus and the other was supposedly the hardest course in the electrical part of my whole program. So I'm happy with it. Now I need to get my books ordered for the summer and fall semesters. I mean, I've saved up a little money. I can't keep it, that would be crazy!

Do you ever drink orange juice and then burp and it tastes a lot like orange juice, except a little more gross? You know, because of the taste of stomach acid that comes with it? Yeah. That's not a good taste. And usually there's that kinda sticky phlegm stuff that comes up in the back of your throat like that thick, sticky spit from when you drink lemonade. That doesn't make it any better.

Ho...ly...crap. I just saw some fat kid with the strangest looking mullet-type haircut walk by my window. It was one of those mullets where the long hair in the back is only on about the middle 1/3 of the head. I'm pretty sure he was retarded, too. Not just for that haircut, either. He was being led by some woman and was nearly surrounded by other retarded-looking people. I know that sounds terrible, but you can usually tell when someone is retarded. There are tell-tale signs, which I won't get into now, because I'm hungry.

Guess it's time to go get lunch and see what's on the tube.

Oh, my gosh! It's been so long since I posted last! So much has happened and so much of it I'm probably not going to end up telling you!

I just got done taking my second of three final exams...actually it's been almost three hours, but who...other than me is counting?

Exam number one I may have failed miserably. I don't really have a good feeling about it. And what's more, we had to turn in lab write-ups for our power supply projects (mine works of course, since I'm totally awesome) and I totally just wrote a bunch of crap down that kinda looked like I knew what I was supposed to be doing.

Exam number two, however, I think I did well on. I was the fourth to last one done, but everybody was talking about how much they didn't know what they were doing and how the test was full of various excrements and so on, while I knew what I was doing on most of it. The bad part of that class is the report we were supposed to turn in with our digital clock projects (again, mine works...awesome...you get the idea). I really just put some specs of each of the chips in there as filler and was counting on the teacher just glancing over it and not really reading it. She'll be reading it.

So if I fail either class, it'll be solely because of my lack of writing prowess. Man, I hate writing.

I guess I'll post now. Obviously, I still have some work to do on the picture situation. Sorry about the words all being squished to one side. Hopefully I won't do that again. Our last basketball game was something new. I'd have to put it this way. We got our butts handed to us in paper sacks. That's all there was to it. We got spanked and sent to our rooms. I kinda knew we weren't going to win that one. It was the team we practiced against during the one practice we've had.

Do you ever see a spider that looks like it's just floating there in the air, but it's actually hanging by a web line? I just looked to see what my dogs are barking at and there it was, not more than two feet from my face. Just a sec...I'm gonna let it outside...
There ya go, Ace. That's what my great uncle used to say to spiders when he'd free them from some predicament, like not being able to get out of the sink. Come to think of it, I guess he still says it, since he's not dead or anything.

Now I think I might try and find a good movie to watch. Later.

Success! I finally figured out how to post pictures! I didn't really do anything different from what I always tried to do, either. I guess the "post picture" button really wasn't working. I was beginning to think that I was just retarded and was missing something really simple. Anyway, here are the pics from the hockey game I promised. These are from right down at the glass, as you can probably tell. Just look at them. Several awesome pictures of the glorious Red Wings, the best hockey team ever. These are, of course, during warm-up. Once the game started we had to go back to our seats, which were about twenty rows up. Not bad, but not close enough to get good pictures.