I almost died on a White line

So today it was raining. Also today I crossed the street at a designated cross-walk. This led to my near-death. When they make a road with cross walks, they indicate where the cross-walks are with wide strips of white paint. This paint becomes slippery when wet. The result is that, when it is raining, the least safe place to cross the street is in a cross-walk. I have never actually fallen, but I have slid several inches all the way to the other side of the strip where I hit pavement again and stop. I have heard of people throwing their phones in the rivers that form on the sides of the road when they almost bite it. Speaking of the rivers, has Oxford never heard of storm drains? Seriously, if it is raining hard enough you have to jump from the curb to make it across some of these.

A few nights ago it was pouring and I decided to go for a rain run since it had been a rather hectic day. There was at least a half inch of water everywhere and up to 4 in some places. I was running through a parking lot with storm drains so you could see holes in the surface of the water. Only one of them was clogged so I ran right through a huge deep puddle. Not that it mattered, I was soaked 10 seconds after I stepped off the porch. My shoes may never dry.

Bed time. I don't want to go to school tomorrow :(

Not Quite Potholders...

...but the decorations that have been springing up in our apartment certainly get the job done. I wonder what the cleaning lady (ha, we have a cleaning lady) thinks when she comes in each week and sees what we've hung on the walls. First the beer pong rules...and for a while that was it. Last week Scotty and I decorated (we know it sounds gay) the bathroom we share, with some "f***ing baller and a half" pictures of water. Come visit and we'll show you.

Later that same day, we hung some pictures up in the kitchen...food-themed, of course. The pair of avocado pits and splashy strawberry add a lot to a kitchen otherwise dominated by awkwardly short or shaped cabinets. I think a picture of a banana should go up next. They're ovaries, after all, and we could use some more of those in our apartment. And today, we hung some album covers up on the living room wall. Pat's family was in town and his Mom brought them down. It really adds to the living room, dare I say more than a stuffed monkey. Sorry George.

I have a test tomorrow in Instrumental Analysis. Matt Forrest claims it sounds like a personal problem...not too sure how that works, but I'm willing to accept it because few other people have the same problem. This blog post is helping me study. Don't ask questions.

I'm going to OSU this weekend! All of my high school friends will be there (and thanks to OSU being OSU, even my distant friends from high school will be there too! Awesome!), so it should be a good time...

...but I hope I'm back in time for volleyball! We're 1-1 so far, but our last game was uplifting--a huge win over a team, and I'm told we beat the provost's son as well. Ha! That's about all I've got for now, but hopefully Eric will stop complaining.

Finally Caught a Break

Aw man, that just reminded me of what happened yesterday. The brakes went out on my car. Guess I'll be taking that to the mechanic soon. Those two fruit baskets who were asking me to run them over uptown are just lucky it didn't happen 5 minutes sooner.

Yeah, but the break I caught was that one of my labs is not due until 5 tomorrow. That means that even though we failed to export some of our data and could not reconstruct our circuit, we still have a chance of getting a decent grade. I am happy. House is on for two hours tonight. Luckily I don't have too much to do for tomorrow.

Its been like a week

Come on guys. It take 5 minutes to jump on here and type really fast and not even think about what you are saying. The people just want something to read, they don't even care about content. Proof of this is that they like my posts the best.

Maybe I am just that awesome, I don't know (yes I do, I am). Its the weekend. I got up at 10:30, took a shower, got some eats, and now should be doing work. I am sacrificing my precious (HA!) time for you people. I hope you appreciate it. I have two labs due tuesday.

Katie read this book called the Secret of Life and it sounds like it is basically the motto of this blog, act happy: fake it till you feel it. I need to read it. Apparently if you want something bad enough and tell yourself you will get it you will, or something like that. If only little girls knew about this trick they would all have ponies.

My dad came to visit yesterday! He was way out of it from a head cold, but we had some brews and went to Smokin Ox with the ladies in my life and generally had a nice time. Then the Tigers had to ruin it! Damn them. I will be soooo pissed if they don't win the central. They have been leading all year and it will be their first Division title since 1987 and it is about time. Go Tigers!

This literally took me 5 minutes. Stop slacking 212

Scrub-a-dub-dub!

Last night was "girls night." Obviously, this didn't include Pat, Ben, Scotty, or me. The ladies in attendance did however think at some point in the night that it would be a good idea to stick 48 maxi-pads to our door. Would've been funny/stupid prank if the self-adhesive pads (learn something new every day, apparently. I didn't know they were "self-stick.") didn't leave sticky residue on the door.

So, as I sit comfortably to type, our redemption is occurring outside the door. If you listen carefully, you can hear the scrubbing sounds of last night's culprits. I took a picture, but I was yelled at for opening the door. How dare I inconvenience them!

Some Thoughts

So I was thinking the other day...

Who designs low level cars? Like I know there are high paid designers who spend weeks if not months or years designing the coolest cars. On the opposite end of the spectrum you have the low end cars that apparently have been expressly designed to look like shit. Lets take the Pontiac G line as a case study.

The G8 is the highest number I found. (my research consisted of typing "pontiac g" into Google and seeing what numbers it suggested I complete the phrase with) This car is rather attractive. It has tasteful styling, an aggressive stance, and lots of grilles and fancy accents. Its pretty, I want one.
The next car in the line is the G6. It is a decent car. I know someone who has one. I have driven it. Its solid. Not much to look at (especially white ones) but they are not ugly. With options, it can be made appealing. Its no G8, but its also not a G5.
The G5 is ugly. Its got a tiny grille, gross wheels, a wing that looks horribly out of place on such an obviously not sporty car. Its crap.
The G3 is a travesty. The people who decided to make the G3 a production car are some of the most vacuous people in the automotive industry. No wonder these companies go under. I could design a better looking compact in my sleep without the use of my brain. No wonder they only sold 141 of them last month. I have never seen one on the road.

So that is my rant on ugly cheap cars. These companies deserve to fail.

Now nissan, they make some nice looking cars.

I don't know why it is so blurry. Click on it to make it better. The little gold one in the back is also a real beauty

Selling My Car

I may not be the proud owner of a Z much longer.

I know, its sad. You all know how much I love that car. The way I zoom around Oxford with the t-tops off blasting music. Oh wait, no one has seen it...it wouldn't make the drive from Perrysburg to Oxford...and the radio doesn't work, crap.

So yeah, one of my little brother's friends is interested and I think it may be time to pass the torch. My dad is not helping with my wanting to sell. He calls me the day after the kid comes out to look at the car telling me how amazing it sounded when it started right up after 2 years of sitting. How the electronics started working as soon as a charger was hooked up to the battery. How they had five guys trying to push it and it still wouldn't move. Man, I miss that car. I smashed a refrigerator with it once.

Oh well, I could use a couple hundred bucks to keep the one I actually drive out of the scrap heap.