Explosive Donut

My job requires sitting at a computer most of they day so I listen to a lot of music. Even my favorite CDs can get old fast. So I’ve started listening to a lot of different music.

I really like 50 Cent.

I can’t explain it, but I’m ashamed of myself. Not because I have something against black musicians (I listen to plenty of Coltrane, Massive Attack, and so on). Not because I have something against Rap or Hip Hop (I listen to too much Handsome Boy Modeling School, Prince Paul, and so on). I just can’t put my finger on it.

Maybe it’s the lyrics and persona, which I hope to some degree is a joke. The songs seem to fit into the following categories:
-I’m a ganster and I’m gonna kill you.
-I’m a gangster and you best do what I say (woman).
-I’m so in love with you, etc.
-I’m rich!

I really hope he makes half this stuff in his songs up. I don’t really care how in love he is or how much cash he’s got, but there’s got to be a lot of his “gangsta” friends getting killed and a lot of women making sandwiches for him.

It’s been over a month since I’ve gone through my Junk Mail and it’s spilling all over the place. I get the same credit card offers from the same three companies every day. I’d love to know why they keep sending me the same credit card letters over and over again when I never send them back. Do they think that after I haven’t responded to their 50th mailing that just maybe the 51st would do the trick? I already have one of the credit cards I keep getting mailings about, so I can’t even get it. Apparently “pre-approved” means “we’re happy to see you have an address to which we could send bill to later.”

Maybe they’ve got a deal with the post office. They must keep the USPS in business.

So now I’m spending an hour dealing with these letters and it feels like gutting a fish. I have to slice open the envelope, rip out the stuff with my personal info on it and shred it, then throw the rest in the recycle bin. Sure, there’s no fishy stench, but I’d rather gut a real fish. At least I get dinner afterwords.

Yesterday was the last Quantum Computing class. It was probably the weirdest too, and just got weirder as it went along. Let’s just say it ended by saying that if you saved too much data to your hard drive, it could unleash a black hole and suck all your data to never-never land.

Didn’t quite finish the final. Well, I did, but I’m neurotic and wanted to double check all my answers. So I do in fact have until Monday to finish it up. Hopefully I can get it in tomorrow, since I have to go to the university anyway. They seem to enjoy billing me for things I don’t want, didn’t request, and don’t use. They also enjoy billing me for things and not telling me in any way. So I better clear that up.

Also had the Dodgeball Final Match today. We didn’t get destroyed, but we weren’t exactly on the verge of winning. It was probably the must fun match but also the most painful. My arm is about as useful as a bag of sore rocks. Shawn also took it upon himself to throw a ball at my crotch at full speed. Thanks Shawn!

Had a long day yesterday, everyone wanting different things for me all at once. That’s fine, but it means that once I get home, I only want one thing. Sleep.

Which is not good for my take home Quantum Computing final, as it’s due today. I think I can get an extension, but I’m not entirely positive. I’d rather not play Quantum Roulette

It’s not like I haven’t done any of it, but I’m not exactly done with it either. So I did what I used to do in college. Go to sleep early, and wake up ridiculously early.

Today, I woke up at 3:30 (am). It’s going to be a long day.

I’m real hungry too…IHOP’s open at 5:15, right?

Monday was a very successful day.

First, I got a good deal of work done. That always puts me in a good mood.

Next, we beat “Blue Steel” in the the dodgeball semi-finals. The first half was close, but the second half was pure dodgeball mayhem. We were ducking and weaving, catching and smacking…beautiful dodgeball form. We’re playing the finals against the Sync team on Thursday – should be an intense match. Either way, Windows Mobile wins!

Oh, yeah, so I’m in a dodgeball team. It’s kinda ridiculous. I think all the teams are from Microsoft. There’s two leagues: the foam league (nerf-ish balls) and the rubber league (the not-so-nerf-ish balls). As I value my ability to walk and reason, I’m in the foam league.

After dodgeball, I cleaned up some of my work and went to trivia. That’s where we spend two hours at a bar in the UDistrict and answer questions for the 1st place prize of $25 off our tab (2nd place is $10). We did shamefully bad – 24/40 correct. Our usual score is 28-32. However, everyone else did extremely badly too, so we came in second place. It’s a real shame that Spencer had given up and paid the tab though, I guess that $10 just vanished. Unless he took some shots after we left.

There was a “name the comedian” category. The host played five comedians on his iPod and the teams had to guess who they were. We got 4/5, which was way better than the team next to us: 0/5.

Finally, years of obsessive Comedy Central viewing has paid off!