bull dog days and days dog bull

"WINE ME! DINE ME! 2009 ME!" --Rumpus--

this monday was, among other things, bull dog days! included in the "among other things" of that last sentence happened to be my lab practical that i practically failed. i have officially decided that i hate physics and fucking physics lab. there's something particularly annoying about physics, and that's all the human error involved. when working, say, in the bio lab, you either get what you want or you don't. there's none of this error propagation business that you get when you jump on the bandwagon to physics land.

so, i sucked at physics lab practical...but on the upside, i did super duper well on my diff eq midterm! yay. looks like i way always become a differential equationologist.

bulldog days was rather uneventful, especially since i went over to SAE (read: S-Gay-E) only to find that, at 11:45 pm, it was being broken up by the cops. due to the fact that my phone calls to multiple other people were ignored, i ended up coming back to the room, only to crash on the couch with my lame self.

the previous weekend, including thursday and friday, was pretty fun. thursday night, bonks had an englishman stay from Oxford who was with his singing group (<--so gay, right?). any whore, i had a good time partying it up with the english folk and showing them the true beauties of american frat houses...and the drunken glory of big, angry, white people.

happy last week of classes! i finished up most of my work...so my week is practically over with. i booked my flight to london...snipered a couple of people while on harkness tower...and managed to finish my micro and macro!! go me.

i'm bored.

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you know. a lot has gone down since i last addressed your existence, blog.

the weather the past few days have been unnaturally good: sunshine that creates heat (and not just bleak sunshine that usually means more cold), breezes and not freezing chills, green grass and not white powder (...referring to snow, of course), white powder and not green grass. flowers are blooming, yale girls are breaking out summer wear (good thing or bad thing, i will not say...), people are playing out in the courtyards...tour groups are inadvertently misled to thinking that yale is really this cool. news flash: it isn't. usually, the people and things to do are about as cold and unapproachable as the sick new haven winters.

during review session for my diff eq midterm on thursday, i was doing my own thing before noticing that my friend was busy sliding something off the top of her book with a disgruntled look.

**re-enactment**
"what are you doing" i asked.
"wiping off the mess the slugs made."
"slugs?"
"yea. three slugs were on my book by the time i came back when i left it outside."

a light bulb immediately went off in some metaphysical sense, and i immediately delved into questions in order to find out the details. i mean, any time three slugs end up on your book-- there must be more reason than some unnatural occurrence: it's a sign.

"'four times it stalled
before the gateway, at the very threshold;
four times the arms clashed loud inside its belly.
Nevertheless, heedless, blinded by frenzy,
we pressed right on and set the inauspicious
monster inside the sacred fortress.'"
The Aeneid, Book II

signs like these are too easily taken for granted. see what happened to the fucking trojans? needless to say, the three slugs ended up being a bad omen. she died the next day.

just kidding. we just assessed all the bad things that had happened to her in the past few days (e.g. getting last pick in the housing draw...every time, etc. etc.)...

speaking of housing draw. i'm wondering who got first pick single for the rising junior class...hm...

I DID, BITCHES! next year, i'll be m-bating and proclamating all over my brand new, one-of-a-kind single.

and, in other news, i feel pretty good about my diff eq midterm...as if that's the last thing that most people would care about.

i'd like to give a big thanks to all the supporters of my blog: namely, all the sick fucks who add points to my counter because they look up shit like "rhinorrhea porn" "xxx rachel dratch" "xxx hand to hand pink pussy porn" "pixie pillow porn" "how to tell if gf in orgy" and end up getting referred to my website from some search engine. thanks for adding to the community and making me feel better that more than 90% of the hits to my blog are from fucks looking to rub one out.

well, bitches, i really should be off and into bed. i could recount the tales of my weekend for you (magic princesses, green gnomes, lingerie fashion shows, and animal planet sagas)...but, alas, out of interest and self respect for, well, my self...i shall refrain.

tokin and mokin

the weekend, to say the least, was uneventful, as far as my sex life goes. still-- i ponder, day in and day out, as chaste as the first day god let me out into this beautiful world...

*snicker*

a few highlights: chillin with some M.I.A., new order, color changing candles, and google montage with my main man--JB (you know who you are)--, feeling ill after smoking a cigarette, psi up's first mixer of the year, my first mixer in my pants, and, of course, my wife's a capella concert.

can i just take a moment to say that I HATE A CAPELLA. I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW MANY FENDI PURSES YOU OWN-- A CAPELLA SUCKS. and i don't say this out of spite (because, as you all know, i have quite a beautiful singing voice and quite the perfect perfect pitch...and it is but my modesty that keeps me from attaining the fame that truly belongs to me). while i spent (read: wasted) hours of my life, not only at the annual "jams", but the annual "fresmen recruitment shows" aka "singing desserts" and "parents' weekend concerts". lordy lordy! only god knows what i could've done with all the time i ended up spending on a capella concerts...hrm...i could've finished up some homework...or adopted a child from "feed the children" or at least watched "a night in paris" starring Paris Hilton for the 31st time...hell- i might have even saved 15% or less on car insurance! jesus! where are my priorities?

in other news, i can't help but complain that the hits to my blog are slowly slowly disappearing...as i realize that people have lost interest in my life with the same amount of direct correlation as i have lost interest in my own life. damn you sophomore year! i had thought you up to be so much more than you ever were. my life this weekend has resorted to eating exorbitant amounts of food, including 4 packs of easy mac, 2 bags of Combos (cheese filled), butter-lovers popcorn...um...the rest of the list is currently residing on my thighs, as i have gained...well...NOTHING from all that food eating (kudos to my members of the "Metabolizers"...where ever you are...). fuck all of you people who have underactive metabolisms and get fat whenever you eat the things i eat. i laugh at you with a hint of pity.

and finally, to the loverly commentator who left the quote:
Performance Fleece: when i google 'old navy' this site keeps on coming up...what is going on?!?!?
i have one thing to say to you: just because you don't have enough of an eye to dress in colors other than black...and just because you buy expensive clothes (that end up looking cheap when you wear them)...and just because you grew up on Long Island, but we all know you were really born in a trailer in jersey...and just because your last name is actually Hernandez...and just because you talking about purging as if you are even attempting to battle your obvious obesity issues...DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN FREELY INSULT MY BLOG HOWEVER YOU LIKE. call it trashy-- or call it "jersey-esque"-- but don't ever call reference it to performance fleece...or old navy for that matter. next time you want to deal with issues regarding the multiple XXXL performance fleeces you receive every chanukkah from your family and extended family, call a therapist.

on that note, who's up for some gossip? can you figure these out:
*disclaimer. i actually wrote down a bunch of gossip, but realized i could get in a lot of trouble for it. e-mail me if you want the "page six" version of my blog*

so...um...well, we can play the game where i will have four sentences...only one of the sentences is true. which one is it? you'll have to be the judge.

This weekend, i was paid $5 to lick someone's nipple.
This weekend, i tripped while walking to the lunch table with my tray.
This weekend, i destroyed someone's self esteem.
This weekend, i finished all of my homework.