Sunday, September 12, 2004
am considering to buy a large water gun to soak the stupid buggers who were at it again at 3 am late saturday/early sunday morning. this time the jocks living in the goddamn place were doing their harley davidson impersonations with their scooters at that hour. Had half a mind to fill their freaking tanks with sugar, but that shall be reserved for the most desperate of circumstances.
alternatively, i'm thinking about throwing some sort of composite material that is hard enough to stun, but not hard enough to kill. perhaps it's filled with the odor of my unwashed socks, in order to be comparable to their stench of beer (and/or vomit) snaking out from their foul mouths.
stupid jocks.
but anyway, participated in a (large scale) social activity for a change this weekend. Went to Devil's lake (at the last minute), after my Western failed on Friday, eliminating the possibility of going to lab on Sunday.
been feeling like my supervisor's slave lately, and I had a really bad feeling starting from thursday when I ran the gel that something's going to screw up. Will have to repeat the experiment in a few weeks time, which is a good thing, because i really hate Westerns.
Perhaps the only good thing about Friday was that I ate a rather nice Italian meal with Ram and the crazy twin (and her edible sidekick), and managed to bang out a few notes on their Schimmel (which the crazy twin bought for her apartment, before she even bought a bed and established a phone line... I can picture her cuddling up to her Schimmel piano for warmth with no bed and just a few rags on a floor in the middle of a harsh Wisconsin winter, and she will tell truthfully that she is perfectly happy. Someone give the lady some cow sense please.)
This week will be the full-on schedule. Someone wish me luck; am still in a relac-one-corner mode, and I still hasnt done any full on mugging yet, bar reading for the history course.
alternatively, i'm thinking about throwing some sort of composite material that is hard enough to stun, but not hard enough to kill. perhaps it's filled with the odor of my unwashed socks, in order to be comparable to their stench of beer (and/or vomit) snaking out from their foul mouths.
stupid jocks.
but anyway, participated in a (large scale) social activity for a change this weekend. Went to Devil's lake (at the last minute), after my Western failed on Friday, eliminating the possibility of going to lab on Sunday.
been feeling like my supervisor's slave lately, and I had a really bad feeling starting from thursday when I ran the gel that something's going to screw up. Will have to repeat the experiment in a few weeks time, which is a good thing, because i really hate Westerns.
Perhaps the only good thing about Friday was that I ate a rather nice Italian meal with Ram and the crazy twin (and her edible sidekick), and managed to bang out a few notes on their Schimmel (which the crazy twin bought for her apartment, before she even bought a bed and established a phone line... I can picture her cuddling up to her Schimmel piano for warmth with no bed and just a few rags on a floor in the middle of a harsh Wisconsin winter, and she will tell truthfully that she is perfectly happy. Someone give the lady some cow sense please.)
This week will be the full-on schedule. Someone wish me luck; am still in a relac-one-corner mode, and I still hasnt done any full on mugging yet, bar reading for the history course.
