Behind the Eight Ball

In layman's terms, no one actually took a shit in an oven. I shouldn't have to explain it again... so I won't... even if you ask... or threaten.

So this would be the first weekend this entire quarter that I've done little or no work for the whole thing. Who has the time? Between the Foam Party and the crippling notion not to do work, how could anyone find the motivation? I might end up paying for that this week, we'll find out.

Wednesday? Senior symposium. The most dreaded two words in the English language. Stupid presentations all day long to remind me just how dumb our senior design project is in comparison to everyone else's.

Three more weeks of class left. Let's hear it. I get to schedule for next year on Tuesday. I'm set to take DSP Systems and three humanities classes including: "Romanticism and World Literature", "European Something-or-Another", and "The Bible as Literature." I'll probably spend a shitload of time reading, which I can't say I'll mind after three years of circuit diagrams and frequency plots.

Just, blah. I don't feel like doing a damn thing. I am waiting anxiously for a new power supply for my computer. The new graphics card I got a few weeks ago really tugs at the one I've got now and is sending the computer on a downward spiral... and like an idiot, I had the new supply shipped to Ohio. So now I have to wait another three days for Ma's Postal Service to get that out to me. Somehow that 's the most exciting thing I've got going on right now.

Meh. I shall return.