Oh, lordy, I should NOT have had that dorito falafel last night.

what the deuce is that SMELL??

what’s this disturbance?

We believe that someone has attacked the court room. I believe the law that applies is “He who smelt it dealt it”

What!? That’s not true!

Your honor! this is preposterous! Clearly the culprit is apparent due to the law of “He who said the rhyme did the crime”

Oh good Lord, That’s RANCID.

it certainly is! it’s an outrage! we’re leaving!

Your honor, I have something to say.

What is it?

I plead guilty to this instance of gassing! Take that, America!

I think I’m going to fly in June. The main reason is that when I get back I’ve gotta finish up 4 papers by when I leave for the august trip.

However, I haven’t gotten plane tickets yet, and may be talked out of flying were anyone to want to take a roadtrip. However, that’d take a lot of persuading.

you’ve got until 9 tonight: GO!

are the things on the internet.

updated: that song is too catchy, way to catchy…and what the deuce is up with the twirling onion!?

got tires replaced on the car today
made kool aid
wrote/sent out PhD candidacy application
read roughly 3 essays on the study of myth from folklorist, theological, classicist views

good times. Also turned down working overnights tonight. Normally, i would…but not tonight. I don’t feel like it tonight. Though I probably should have, I need the money. But, I remind myself, money isn’t everything. And, if all else fails, I can live in my car.

good times.

lordy, I needs me a job.

that I love my new printer. It’s an HP scanner-copier-printer, it was on sale for $89, and the black ink cartridges are only $16. and get this: it loads the paper without issue, it doesn’t slow down my computer, and it’s…well, there’s only one way to say this: it’s sexy.

now it may have to do with my deep seated love of paper, paper that can have whatever printed on it wherever.

Sad thing is, I’ve asked for reams of paper for christmas before.

also, whenever I feel down, or have a bad day…I usually buy one of those mead composition notebooks. All that paper, blank, waiting to be scribbled on…gives me a warm happy feeling.

f’ed up? yeah, probably.

So yesterday when I called to tell him about the cracks in my tire, he says “Well, as long as it doesn’t pop you should be all right coming home. Just make sure it’s aired up.”

Today:

“You’re extremely lucky it didn’t pop! I didn’t realize how badly it was cracked!”

haha! my dad, the timely jokester, NOT THAT IT MATTERS THAT GOING 76 MPH AND A TIRE POPS IS A SLIGHTLY LIFE THREATENING SITUATION.

still, funny.

My good laptop is back now. My AC is on, but doing little right now against the massive heat. It sprinkled a bit, but not much more.

I can’t really get much done on days like this.

ugh.

I’ve gotta get the pictures out of my phone for all of you to look at as well. So much to do, so little time.

ok, so apparently taste doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it did. Today, after gassing up in north dakota(both on food and fuel(heeheehee…ewww)), I was shouted at through my window by some dude in the blazer about my rear tire. I had been having problems with it, so I thought it was just low.

I pulled over, and it was pretty cracked.

I had popped a peice of gum in my mouth to blow some bubbles, and I chewed the hell out of it. It was a holy wad of gum when I was through.

for christmas, I had received this air compressor thing to put in the trunk, and man did it come in useful. Aired up the tire, so at least I could drive on it. The crack was still pretty bad, and the outside of the tire was coming apart, but I made it home ok.

so, in essence, I retract my statement against gum. both it and the air compressor helped me deal with a very stressful situation.

borrowed loralee’s phrase there. It is FREAKING HOT HERE. And no, it’s not just my rugged good looks. No wonder you people wanted me to bring back some rain!

I get into my house, look at the thermostat. Thermostat only goes to 80, and it’s separated into two parts on top and bottom: top is control, bottom is temp. The needle went so far that it was almost on the opposite section. So, of course, I did what any normal minnesotan would do. I turned on the AC.

I tried to bring some rain and coolness with me, so we’ll have to see what happens.

catching up to do it isn’t funny. And I’ve gotta have a candidacy application sent in by wednesday including a research paper that I’ve done, a one page dissertation direction I’m thinking of, and the form of application. Not too bad.

but then I’ve got webcomics, regular comics, mail, uff da.

That’s the worst thing about road trips: the catching up when you get home.

But I should be home tomorrow night.

so I stopped driving about 2 hours before I was planning to, but there was massive road construction AND weather precautions about traveling so I figured better safe than sorry.

Also, not camping…staying at a comfort inn. But I am SORTA roughing it, the room is a smoking room, and it reeks in here. The annoyance factor is about as high as the bugs and bites one gets while camping.

Why, other than not driving more, am I here?

Because the temperature is 37, feels like 30. Now, my tent is about 20 years old. My sleeping bag is not much newer. And I only brought one quilt. And this extra padding is for looks only, it doesn’t do much against freakin’ cold weather.

So, instead, I’m sitting at a desk typing this blog post. Good times.

where I’ll see my buddy Cole, and then start the long haul back to bummage tomorrow.

Is it Friday already? Good times!

in moderation.

It was pretty fun yesterday, in san fran we rode the old fashioned trolleys up and down the hill down to fisherman’s wharf. Once there, we walked around, visited a couple shops, bought some salt water taffy…good times.

I met a one star general as well, it was a pretty cool experience.

finally, after 3 days of classes an hour or two to relax. I’m reading up on definitions of myth for my dissertation topic(it’s surprisingly enjoyable(wow, that even geeked me out)) and washing some clothes.

Then going to meet one of my friends for lunch, and this afternoon/evening going to see the town of san fran with my aunt and uncle.

Tomorrow, breakfast with one of my other friends, and then off to Eugene OR to see cole-diddy.

good times.

I killed my project blog about my senior project and the first 1/3 of my book. Since I’m going to look for publication, having that much of it out there on the internet(even before the mass revisions I’ve done) is probably a bad idea.