Refrain and Constrain

"It's packed. Everyone has luggage and I was basically making out with someone with swine flu!"

Finals Week

It's only Tuesday and I am already beginning to slur my responses to people.

Michael: Hey buddy, whatcha doin?
Me: 01 %1011
Michael: Really? How's that goin for ya?
Me: public static void ConBSD(char[] IntStr) {};
Michael: Ok, I'm gonna let you go.

I Will Stay Occupied

In a recent study, I have found that altering your voice to resemble that of a dogs bark or a kittens purr only provokes strange responses from co-workers and clients. Maybe if I got them a high-pitched whistle they would enjoy the excercise a bit more.

"Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring."

The difference between Margaret and I is she is referencing her feelings for the month of February. I on the other hand am not. She uses crafty similes that show her desire for summer and her frustration for the feeling of despair. I simply swear and brush off friendships in exchange for wallowing. Perhaps we too should eat our young like sharks.

A Machine for Performing Calculations Automatically

It's something I knew when I was a child. I didn't need to understand it nor was I even conscience what it was and that I effortlessly had it. It's slippery like an ice cube and has the tendency to disappear into thin air like smoke. It is not subject to the rules that life slowly creates around us. It only requires that we acknowledge it. If we make eye contact with it, it requires that we make an effort to retain it. It is otherwise unbiased and in most regards, couldn't care less if we realize anything about it's existence.

John Rotkvich Firestar Interactive to AT&T

I was cooking a big ass pork tenderloin on the grill last night. Nothing shuts my stomach up like a huge hunk of swine. I was reminded of a dinner date where I was originally introduced to the wonders of the pre-marinated pig. Aside from his ability to suggest tasty non-kosher entrees, he has no other apparent redeeming qualities.

Summer Gone Before it Begins

My fear is that summer will end before it begins. Technically this is an impossible feat for Mother Nature. However, given the trickery she has engaged in the past few weeks, this may not be an impossibility. All I can think about is how the forecast for the Dominican Republic is 85 degrees with a 90% chance of rain; this suggests my dreams of fleeing Chicago in hopes of finding true summer weather my be crushed.