In The News
Angeline moved in on Friday. :jittery:
Put a deposit on an apartment Sunday. :mellow:
St. Valentine’s Day was yesterday. :love:
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February 15, 2005
February 9, 2005
February 8, 2005
I wonder if any NE fans did anything like this:February 5, 2005
So last night while studying, I learned that in Detroit you need to watch out for exploding man-holes too.
Some car was parked over one of those steaming man-holes–firstly, you never park over one because your car will stink of some weird smell–and a couple of just-add-water security guards came in and asked if anyone owned a black Focus. Reason? The man-hole cover “might explode”. LOL.
February 1, 2005
January 31, 2005
Another cool app!
A smallish program that manages your photos. Even the basic editing pretty good and it has some nice effects I haven’t seen in an app like this. Not for high quality stuff though, especially the sharpening. But for emailing and posting, it’s almost perfect.
I found this cool theme and now my laptop looks like it’s running a version of Mac OSX.
>> Get it here. (screenshot)
I enabled all the options in the installation. If you get this annoying clicking sound it’s because of the ‘Close program’ sound; turn it off. I recommend you get these fonts since for some reason they didn’t install for me; get em here and copy them to your windows/fonts dir.
January 30, 2005
I finally got around to adding my carshow pics to my gallery:
January 29, 2005
Music to my butt.
I picked up this new chair today at Staples because my old one was a pain in the ass (ha). Also, don’t go to OfficeMax. They have this dumb thing called “FurnitureMax” inside and it sucks compared to Staples’ selection.
January 27, 2005
Public restroom decency and courtesy
In classic style, I spent the evening in the library trying to catch up. Around 10, I decided I had enough. So around 11:15, I packed up, said bye to Shaun, and went to let out the Barq’s I got from McDonald’s. Still befuddled from the reading, I made my way to the Shiffman library 24-hour study bathroom.
Nefariously hidden behind the door was the nauseating funk from one an obscene case of public restroom misconduct. Yet still seeking relief, I scurried to the nearest urinal simultaneously holding my breath whilst making a weird face. 
It was one of those things where you just had to peek–yeah, I know. The crime took place in the middle stall and for a second, as long as I could tolerate, I fell witness to the remains of an explosive fury. Somehow, the porcelain barely managed full containment and I was thankful. As I fleeted toward the exit, I noticed a hastily strewn Subway wrapper in the non-human waste receptacle. The perpetrator had already left the scene.
The odor was so criminal it got stuck in my nose hairs only to be released over the next few breaths. No wonder the library has one of these.
Laughing under my breath, I messaged Shaun, “Go see what’s in the bathroom,” and made my way out into the cold. 
