I have yet to mention that my cousin Erin had a baby! Congradulations Erin, I'm so happy for you. I will get to see the baby when I visit St. Louis to celebrate her sister, Amy's, wedding in Fedruary. Can't wait guys!  
Many mornings I fill up on gas before I goto work. This morning was a little different. I went to the gas station and selected my high-class, but not "prissy" high class mid-grade petroleum. Upon depressing the lever to initiate the fueling process, fuel came out, but at a very un alarming rate of 0.01 gallons per every five seconds. I asked the lady. She said try a different pump. I put away my card, drove to a different pump and initiated my transaction again. this time, the pump only let out 0.01 gallons total, and then ceased. The gas station was out of gas. Would you expect to go into Linens 'n Things and they be sold out of Linens? Or things for that matter? No. I've heard this happens from time to time, but when it happens to me, I am outraged.
I am in a painting class right now and it is the most frustrating class I think I've ever been in. The problem is that by nature, I am generally a pretty "artistic" guy, or at least thats what someone told me. Naturally I thought I'd do nicely in painting. Not super nice, but I figured I would get the hang of it. I don't get any hangs of any of it yet. By far the most irritating class of the day. The paint sticks to the brush and sticks to itself, its like combing your hair with rubber cement. The canvas has a texture, so unless you use a quarter tube of paint (at $4.50 a pop mind you), you will not have enough paint down to cover all the dimples in the canvas. And finally, its nothing like drawing at all. I have no control. So far, I hate painting because I'm no good at it. And if that statement makes me sound self centered, than I probably am. "There is no way we could possibly do infinity push-ups." "Well maybe if he lets us do them girly-style..."
Just finished my homework. Gotta love school.
I'm the kinda guy who doesn't remember his dreams. Ever since I was about 15, I have only remembered about one dream every 3 months, and even at that, they are still incredibly cloudy. However, since I have been on the patch, I have remembered about six dreams per night. The most notable of these dreams have been nightmares. Here are the top three, chosen by our producers in no particular order: I was hanging out at my friend Maggies house which was actually my friend Preston's old house from childhood. We heard on the news that a lunatic was going around our neighborhood shooting people. After a while, we saw this alleged crazed lunatic driving a shiny black Chevrolet Truck with a Confederate flag waving out the back. He killed all the people he wanted to, and then left. I was in St. Louis with my family at a family reunion, and there was some guy going around the resort killing people. When he found me, we got into a little spat, and as I was making my escape, he show at me with his fully automatic nail gun. My face was littered with nails. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt much. I was able to meet up with my family, and they felt really bad that there were a bunch of nails in my face. I told them how they could foil this guys plans of hurting people, which he had spelled out for me minuits earlier. They went off to save the day, and I went to the bathroom to remove the nails in my face. After I took a few out, I thought it would be cool to pull them 3/4ths of the way out and look like that pinhead guy from the movies. I did and it was funny. When my family came back, we all had a good laugh about all the crazy things that happened that day. then my dog licked me. I was at Moore Junior High and my rock-steady bully from that era was going around the school, shoving kids in their lockers and then shooting them. He was taking out all the kids in the gym and locker rooms, which I was in. I was able to get out the outside exit. i came outside to see all of my friends coming back from lunch. I game them the skinny on the shootings, and they didn't seem to care much. As I was walking back the other way, and Mr. Bully-Man came out of the Gym. I was able to shimmy over behind the door so he didn't see me like a finely-tuned fox. He saw all my friends and unloaded on them. My friend Weston was in the front, and just got mauled. With his last dying breath, he reached out his arms to me, about 20 feet away and yelled, "Mark!!". Way to go, jackass. And like a B-Movie, Mr. Bully-Man turns around in surprise to see me standing there hopeless. Unlike a B-Movie, I didn't have a gun of my own, so he just shot me. Or at least he would have shot me if one could be killed in their dreams, but instead I woke up.
This weekend sucked. How was your weekend? -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- Difficulty: 10/10 "I need someone that can understand my eccentrosity"
I'm having a great time. There is so much to do lately, it seems like too much, but when I think about it, I'm much better off than if I had nothing to do. I got computer stuff, art stuff, music stuff, all kinds of stuff a'brewin. I realized that I haven't posted this yet, but I quit smoking. The last time I said I quit smoking on this website, that didn't work out, but this time I'm on the patch and everything. I have been a non-smoker for 15 days now, since christmas day. It is really good. Last time, I didn't like being a non-smoker. I always felt like I was missing out on something. This time I actually feel like I'm gaining a lot. 15 days down, the rest of my life to go! (that sounds gloomy, but it was not intended to be. sorry for the confusion). At work I got assigned to be on another team, so now I'm on 2 teams. One is the team I've always been on, the Graphical User Interface team (We program what the user actually sees in the program), and My new (2nd) team is the User Interface Design Team (We decide how the program should look and design it to be user friendly). Its cool, but interesting that I now have two bosses; one in Brighton England, and one in Calgary, Alberta Canada. Also, school starts Tuesday which sucks, but I just want to get it over with. end of post. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Good to know."
Well I'm back at work for the first time since last year, and I'm still waiting for our new requirements. All I've been doing are pointless little fixes here and there because we havn't been given anything new to do, that is untill tomorrow when I'll finally have something worthwhile to work on which will be ...Comforting. Sounds strange, but if you have ever worked for a week on nothing, you probably know how I feel. This extended weekend was a blast for me, I got to hang out with my sister a lot, but she left for home on Sunday morning. It was really nice to have the whole family home for Christmas. Jan third also happened to be Leah's birthday, and I was able to meet up with her and some co-workers at CB & Pots (of which I have had some bad experiences -- 6.24.2003 post 2 -- ) but ended up having a great time. She ended up drinking 11 drinks in one hour. That would be roughly 1 drink for every 10 pounds she weighs. Surprisingly, she did not die. On the contrary, she was able to spill an entire beer on her lap, then spout out the line, "Turns out....I spilled an entire beer on myself." Good times. Lance, Lisa, Tom and I were also able to go up to Boulder the next night and have an even better time bar hopping all night. Good times. Finally, the Bronco's blow ass. However, watching the game at my brothers did allow me to spend some nice quality time with my niece, who has just found out how to climb up stairs. Or at least, attempt to climb up stairs. Good luck with that, Michael. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "This girl was different, man. She made me trust myself. I was walking around feeling satisfied. Do you know what that's like?"
I sure had a fun new years. Bunch of people met at my house and then we waited for a bus for an hour but it didnt come. So we went to Cheers on Olde Town A Town, which was fun cause its so small. Then we came back here and had more fun. Hope you all had fun too. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Doing stuff is overrated. Like Hitler. He did a lot. But don't we all wish he woulda just stayed home and gotten stoned?"
 
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