A little time in the country, A day or two to slow down

Life is crazy in Hammistan.

My poor little body is not used to putting in 12 hour days at my fantabulous new job. Fortunately, my poor little blog is quite used to putting in month-long waits between posts.

Your understanding of the concept of "fortunately" may differ slightly from mine...

On the other hand, I was treated to some very excellent Australian Shiraz earlier this week. I now understand why Rachy is so enamored with it.

Its fun to lose and to pretend

I don't suppose any of you would believe that it's (Extremely) Random Posting Day, would you?

No, I didn't think so.

Regardless, if Rachy can finally get up off her ass and start posting again, then I can't really make excuses for not following suit, can I? Unfortunately, after almost two month of blog-silence, I really don't have anything much to say. I've spent all my time holding on to my school schedule with both hands, and just trying to pass. It's my last semester at good ol' Hammistan U. and I've wisely saved some of the most difficult courses for last. On top of that, EVERY class in my major has some sort of group project that's due right about now. I've got 5 projects in 4 classes, and just finding time to meet with all these people is making me batshit crazy. But hey, in about two weeks, I'll get a sheep's ass with my name written on it that says I've done gradurbated. It's SO worth it... or something.

Anywhom, that's my excuse for not posting more often. It almost sounds believable, doesn't it? As far as you know, it is!

But I digress. On to the random posting.

I've noticed that when I drink coffee-flavored drinks (e.g. Slim Fast, or Frappuchinos) that my piss smells strongly like coffee. This isn't really anything odd - a google search will confirm that lots of people go through that. However, when I drink actual coffee... my piss just smells like piss.
Weird, huh?

My Cowboys picked up Pacman Jones from Tennessee this week. I guess they finally ran out of regular uniforms, and needed to get someone who would be comfortable in an orange jumpsuit. The best part is that in another 5 years or so, that will be the 'Boys official "Throwback" Uni.
Hah. I kid, I kid. Still, I've gotta love Pacman for keeping my favorite Cowboys joke relevant:

How is it that Jerry Jones can always find a seat on the bench when he's sideline at a game?
He sneaks up behind the players sitting down and says "Will the Defendant please rise."

~sigh~

In a perfect world, clowns like Pacman would be the Hot Pretzel guy, and Dat Nguyen would still be on the field tackling guys like a fuckin' freight train.

You're one of those guys I haven't seen since 1998

So... where the hell have I been lately, anyway?

Working my kiester off for a measly 3.0 this semester is the short answer. Unlike the Diva, I didn't get the fancy cars and fabulous prizes at kollij. No, I just barely squeaked out a lousy copy of the home game. Witness:

International Marketing: A
Eastern Economies Seminar: A
Intermediate Hammistani II: D

For the record, I want to say that I didn't feel right turning in work that was as littered with profanity as a city park after a hippie march. Generally, this is a positive... unless one happens to be studying Hammistani. Anyone who's spent twelve seconds reading the blog knows that we Hamms likey the F-bombs.

~Ahem~

I mean "Fuckitty-fucking motherfuckin bitch-licker on a flaming shit-cycle!!"

See my problem now? I wrote an entire paragraph about how much I curse, and I didn't even curse in it. It's a fucking miracle I passed that class.

Anyway, that's not what I came to talk to you about. I came to talk about where I've been in the two weeks since finals ended. Long story short, (too late) I've been hanging out with The Bruce.



Motherfucker is way more than two Durans. He's Duran to the fourth power at the very least. Also, at the risk of being gauche, may I say that for a guy who cut off his hand with a chainsaw, he certainly can tickle those ivories. His piano playing ain't bad either. (rim shot!)

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Update: I just noticed that Mizz Ann Mean Teacher got better grades than me, too. And Rachy's back blogging today, to boot! Add in Mark's Zionist Pet pictures, and it's full-on pandemonium out there.
Dammit, but when you people get together to steal my thunder, you really go all-out. I have to admit that my hat's off to you all.