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Slightly disappointing is this weekend since I somehow came down with Mono. So now I'm not going to Mad-town. Very sad. So I'll mostly just be sitting around EC for the weekend, I'll be volunteering my time for a bit on Saturday at the EC Republican Party Headquarters. I'll also be watching the Packer game on Sunday, as juan would expect. Apparently, as I heard the other day. The Washington Redskins have this streak of correct picks for the president. Over the last 80 years, if they win their last game before the election the Incumbent wins, and if they lose then the other candidate wins. So, if the Redskins beat the Packers this weekend, that could be a bittersweet victory. But I'd gladly trade one Packers win in for not having Kerry as our president, any day. So, I don't really have much to say, just been laying around all week, I have a Spanish test in the morning that I should probably study a bit more for. So for now I'll leave you with th

Think outside the taco shell eh Mark? Not quite sure what that means. So, last weekend Tara, Joe, and me went to see Death Cab For Cutie in Minneapolis at the First Ave Club. It was frickin' awesome. I just keep listening to their music over and over now. If you'd like to hear some let me know, I'll send you some. Tomorrow is my grandpa's surprise 80th birthday part, so I'll be going to Rapids for the night. I was looking forward to going back, first of all for food, and second of all for my bed. Well, as my Dad informed me the other day, I guess we're having some guests stay at our house. So Ryan's uber comfy queen sized bed, not gonna be slept in by Ryan apparently. I don't even know who's going to be sleeping at our house, but whoever it ends up being that makes me sleep on the couch, I'm not going to be nice to them. Even if they're close relatives, I don't feel the obligation when they take something like a good ni

What to write about. Hmm. So many possibilities, I'll just start rambling, after all that is the name of the blog isn't it? So, Tara's coming on Thursday night. :) She'll be here for the weekend, and Joe, Tara, and I are going to a Death Cab For Cutie concert on Saturday night in Minneapolis. That will be fun. Tonight I'm going to play softball at 7, hopefully I won't hurt myself again. Earlier today, I was laying on my bed talking to Tara, after I hung up the phone, a few minutes before 2, I fell asleep for about 15 minutes. I woke up and went, whoa, I should set an alarm if I'm gonna nap. So I didn't. And I woke up at 2:49, 11 minutes before my chem lab started in a building on the other end of campus on the fourth floor. I made it, only 1 minute late, no idea how. That was my brilliant maneuver for the day. I'm sure something will happen with softball that I could write about later. And if not, then you won't see anything, ha! sim

I got pooped on by a kitten yesterday. Have a nice summer!

Let's take a step back into the history books of my life. Kevin was my friend who lived around the corner, I could get to his house by trudging through people's backyards. Which old people love by the way. Kevin and I were friends from the time we moved there when I was 3 yrs. old, until we moved away when I was 7yrs. old. We did a lot of mischievous things together. I wanted a sandbox and he had one, so we loaded up the Tycho (I believe that was the brand) dump truck and brought one load at a time from his sandbox to the small concrete slab inadvertently put in the middle of our backyard. Now, the most famous of all of our adventures came a bit later. I'd say we were 5yrs. old. We desperately wanted to make ice cubes, I still do this day have no idea why we wanted to do it. But the important thing for history is that we did. We proved something that day, the thinking of 5 yr. olds is humorous, but usually not too incredibly rational. It was, let's say July

(This is from Wednesday during my break betwixt classes) Even the professor's seem to have cliques. What the hell... Why does it matter? Why does it bother me so much? Why do I have to be so damn insecure about things sometimes? Why can't I just be a "normal" college student? What IS a normal college student? Why do I do the things I do sometimes? Why do I make the decisions I do? There are so many questions, so many unknowns that are just thrown up in the air. When will I get some answers!?!?!?! There's a guy sitting in the chair across from me, he is totally oblivious to the fact that I'm torn inside. Not that he matters. I've never understood why I have this drive to be like everybody else. I have trouble being my own person, I'm far too self-conscious. I could never go out wearing sandals and tall socks with shorts for instance. I don't know how people that actually face problems deal with it. Put almost anybody in my

Some may think it's an obsession, maybe it is. But Football is definitely my favorite pastime. I look forward to the draft, I pay attention, not nearly enough though, to the college prospects. I constantly watch to see who the Packers pick up next, through training camps and the preseason I try to predict who's going to make the cut and root for the underdog so to speak, people such as B.J. Sander the rookie punter for the Packers who had a terrible preseason. I don't know, I get angry when they lose and I'm overjoyed when they win. Some may say I get too involved, or too "into it", but I think people should have some kind of a religion, and football's on on Sundays, so I'm trying. :) (thank you Lewis black) Well, they're 1-3 since they lost again today, I was quite bitter at work, some people just don't understand. I have plenty of studying to do now, I keep zoning out and if you were here right now you would be able to tell that I'