I got my hat :) Well, kinda. It's a different one, but still an awesome fedora. So I'm happy. The next 2 weeks are going to be SO uber busy. 2 design projects, a presentation and a paper due Monday, a final Wednesday, a *HARD* final Friday, another *HARD* final Tuesday and a final that shouldn't be difficult but will be Wednesday. And then I'm going to party. From Wednesday night til the 19th, when I start working again. I say that, but I'll probably just sleep ;) With some booze in there someplace. I don't think Danaca would let me get away with that one. Or Andrea for that matter.

So, sadly, I'm already thinking about next semester. And the suckiness that is to ensue there. Perhaps I should go back to NSM and be a chem or bio major or something. Ugh. I dun wanna. Do anything, that is. BIOE made me happy until it wasn't Biomedical, it was just ECE with some CHEE thrown in. I think the curriculum is kind of dumb and doesn't flow or make sense. It's just a lot of random classes on 2 opposite ends of the spectrum. They need to PICK ONE. Or let us choose which specification we want. Grr. I guess it's a bit late for that now. They're having a "curriculum meeting" next week. Perhaps they'll tell us then just exactly what kind of degree this is supposed to be other than the "we procrastinated and don't want to pay professors to teach undergrad classes even though we don't really have much of a graduate program either" major. Something different would be....grrrreat. *sigh* Enough ranting. I'm going to be happy and enjoy my Christmastime and enjoy my new hat and get thru the next exactly 2 weeks. And then I'm going to enjoy my break and enjoy everything about not being in class for awhile. Then it will be ok to go back to miserable and stressed and full of sadness and worries. But right now I'm listening to Christmas music and wearing my hat and drinking my grape Dr. Pepper and being happy.

And here's a pic of the coolest BIOE chicks ever. (no offense to the other BIOE chicks)

sigh. The end of the semester is near. Only 3 to 4 more sessions for each class. Then finals. As much as I'm ready....I'm SO not. So much to study for, so many projects. So much time consuming stuff and so little time to do it.

Happierly, last weekend was fun. Tyler's friend Conrad flew in from Canada, and we all hung out. Friday we saw the new Harry Potter on the IMAX screen. Talk about huge! It was good, they're getting a bit darker as they progress. Saturday my review was cancelled, and we went to Space Center Houston. Tyler proceeded to break a space machine...sigh, what am I going to do with him? ;) They all went out for a (21+) night on the town, so I called up some buddies (Andrea, Lindsey, Kathleen, Brett and Andrea's friend Anu) and we went hookahing. Is that a word? Anyway, apple hookah is awesome. Yes, easier than breathing air, I must admit.


Andrea and I seeing who could get the hookah first. Sadly, she won. Guess I'm just not buff enough ;)












Once Andi gave it up...











We were going to go to some party downtown, but ended up back at my apartment boozing instead. An hour or 2 later Tyler, Conrad, Travis, Kim and Stuart showed up. Rather pre-boozed, I might add. Heh, then "some funny stuff happened" that wouldn't be considered PG, so you can ask about it if you want to know ;). And our fire extinguisher almost got sprayed. On someone else. That was a close one teehee. Sunday was a boring day, I worked with my groups on my fluid mechanics and then thermodynamics projects. Woo, fun, only not. Ooh, and yesterday we saw Walk the Line and I got a big green monkey. In fact, I got the biggest, brightest one at the MarqE :) He's the coolest, as is his picker-outer, eh? His name, at least temporarily, is Jim the Monkey.

And that was my weekend. One of the more exciting in quite some time. That makes me happy :-D I needed a good relaxing weekend.

Oh, and I finally got the pics from Holley when we went to Target and tried on hats. Friggin' awesome.






Man, if I only had somewhere to wear this hat.

You know when your head is so teeming with thoughts that you find yourself unable to grasp even one of them? Those nights when you lie awake in the darkness, staring at nothing without realizing it? Those days that seem to pass without ever existing? Or the ones where a minute seems like an eternity as you wait and wait for something that is never to come? Decisions are the worst part of every day, especially the important ones. Especially the hard important ones. Especially the hard important ones that you feel you are walking into rather blindly. Then again, what is life without antagonizing anticipation of that which is probably never to happen?

Yes, I'm rambling. No, there isn't an explanation. At least most likely not.

Just call me the cab driver...or razorblade

That's how it feels. I'm like the person who comes into the life of another, in one way or another helps them from A to B, and then is gone. Perhaps it's my fault, I'm sure that is what a lot of other people would say if I hadn't. But I dunno, sometimes it seems like that's all I'm good for. I'm the friend who makes you feel better for awhile, gives you a shoulder to cry on when you need it, but isn't good enough for anymore. Or the girlfriend who is easily replacable by some hotter girl who has less opinion. That's the word...disposable. Once I get dull I get thrown in the trash. Of course there are exceptions I suppose. Those few few FEW people who, even if you don't talk regularly are pretty much ALWAYS there for you. But for the most part, every few years it's to the trash can for me. Where I proceed to start anew I suppose. And so I ask myself (and everyone reading this), is this something most people experience, or is it just me?

So, I have decided that "chick flicks" are bad. Not because there's no bloody, gory death. That (or the lack of) is fine with me. They are bad because people are SO not like that. I mean I guess that's obvious, but walking out of a movie and wanting to be surprised by champagne and a bed of rose petals or being blindfolded and brought to a rooftop for a candle-lit dinner complete with violin player or something like that? WHO GETS THAT? If you do, let me know, because I think you really live in like 1800. Maybe. Or in a movie. For real. Anyway, this just came about because of a conversation I was having, and I thought I should post about it. Movies like that lead to far to high of expectations for guys. (no offense) But for real. Guys don't even buy flowers (unless they're in trouble or someone tells them that they will be in trouble if they don't buy them), not to mention spending the time to spread them over a room, haha! But don't worry, girls are just as bad. They just dream up all the stuff and then expect it without saying anything, only to be let down because, as I've heard, guys can't read minds. Imagine that...

Yeah, I think that's all. Let's see what everyone has to say about this one. (that means comment)

This weekend was pretty uneventful again. Had an exam and class Saturday. Tried a new restaurant, Maggiano's, it was really good. Then watched a movie. Isn't that the most exciting day ever? Thought so. Today was nice, slept in and such. Went to dinner with the parents & grandparents. They got to meet Tyler, which made them happy I guess. Pretty uneventful. They don't hate each other ;) Yeah, I think that's all. Now I'm pretending to study. I really want the semester to be over *sigh* It's getting to be that time in the semester. It also sucks that school is basically all I have to talk about. Guess that's what I get for being a nerd.

So, not too much new here. This week was filled with...blah. Note: if you are going to do a juice fast, find a better one than the one I found. Definitely. So yeah, that was not my brightest idea ever. Saw a special preview of Jarhead Tuesday, kind of by accident and good timing. And that's about it, other than some studying. Right now some jackass is blaring his terrible sounding, rattling base in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Douchebag. Anyway, so tomorrow morning is my circuits exam. This class seems a lot dumber the second time around. And the people in it are definitely a lot dumber. Then I have Saturday class to make up for the hurricane. I've decided that Rita was the worst idea ever. ugh. I have Saturday class for one class or another every Saturday til finals. Except next Saturday. That's (just) my fluids exam. So many exams all at one time. Bastards. But it's ok, I'm not bitter.

I want to go talk to the director of my program and be like "what the fuck are we going to end up with when we graduate?" Because I think what he will tell me will be interesting. Either complete bullshit or "you're expected to go into grad school, unfortunately our program is so ass-backwards the only place you can go is here" Only I guess he wouldn't tell me that...eh. But it would be interesting to see what he thinks the program gears us for. I say...nothing. That's why I'm thinking I'm gonna switch out. We'll see.

I think that's all. It's been a pretty uneventful week. Oh, Jarhead was good, by the way. I recommend it, if you like that type of movie. And even if you don't it might still be interesting *shrug* Oh, and birthday cake ice cream still rocks. But someone ate all my spray whipped cream, though it may have been me. But I don't think it was...*absent minded*

Oh, and go here and watch Foamy. He (among other things) cheers me up when I'm feelin' down. Maybe there's a squirrel on campus like him. I just keep hoping :-P