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I have about a thousand things I want to talk about, we'll see how many of them stick in my memory by the time I really get into blogging mode. First off, I spent the weekend chillin in the OC ... the OKC, that is. I actually had a good time. On Saturday and Sunday, my impregnito sister and I painted her nursery. Pink on the walls, green on the ceiling. It was so, so cute. Now I'm rarin' to paint my apartment. Who wants to help? Prior to this, on Friday night, we went bowling.

I was bowling in Oklahoma on a Friday night.

It ended up being really fun though. My sister's husband made the comment, "There's no way I'm going to lose to my pregnant wife and a gay guy." So I annihilated him. He didn't know that I spent the better part of high school bowling obsessively, and then transferred that hobby to college with Kevin. By the end of the night, he had admitted defeat and encouraged me to join a gay bowling league, because I would be "the man" there. I'm not sure what the difference is between a gay bowling league and a bowling league. I guess we would use pink balls?

Speaking of Kevin, he's not going to be able to join me in College Station this weekend. What a fucking bummer. I was so stoked. I mean, I still am because I get to see Burns take longer than 65 seconds to chug a pitcher of beer and get shitcanned with the whole crew, but still... everyone knew I was just going to see Kevin. I'm actually going to drive down on Saturday morning, and give Allison a ride back.

Speaking of Allison, we are planning a Thanksgiving to end all Thanksgivings. The date we decided on is December 11th. The location: Allison's house in College Station. I am planning a detailed blog about it, but had too much to say to devote this entry to that. Look for details in the future, but for g*d's sake clear your fucking calendars. This is going to the put the last one to shame!

And finally, my new hobby is listening to NPR (National Public Radio). I feel like I'm already smarter for doing this. Many thanks to my brother who originally suggested it to me when I told him how annoyed I was with radio DJs and commercials. Today they were talking about Arnold Schwarzenegger possibly running for president. Of course, he's not a natural born citizen, so the constitution would have to be amended. We all know Bush has no problem amending it. They made a good argument that someone who has been in the country for 20+ years, obtained citizenship, understands the political system, and has obtained public office should be allowed to run for president. And Arnold was talking about how everything is more global these days so it makes sense. And I agree. Hell, at least he speaks two languages ... Bush doesn't even speak one.

Even though Arnie is a Republickin, he is not conservative on issues that educated people aren't conservative on -- stem cell research, gay marriage, abortion, to name a few. Conservative X-tian Republickins would fuckin hate him. But maybe there's enough political momentum behind the Republickins to get him in the White House. To me, this would present a win/win situation in 4 years. Either someone that agrees with me on issues I find important would be elected, or the Democratic party would win, and maybe even put Hillary in the White House, which would rawk. People who argue against this amendment say that the Constitution shouldn't be viewed as a totally maleable document, and certainly should never be amended with a certain individual in mind. One guy said go ahead and make the amendment but say that it doesn't take effect for 20 years. He makes a good point. Just thought I'd give my readers something to discuss at their next cocktail party.

Items of interest, just to recap: OKC was fun, I kick ass at bowling, I need help painting my apartment, College Station this Saturday, Thanksgiving December 11, listen to NPR and tell me what you think about the President-inator (lame). Peace out, sluts!

Happy Birthday to SideshoViD.com! You all may not realize it since the website, the domain, and the legend have been around much longer, but it has been almost exactly one year since SideshoViD.com as we know it today came into existence. I would have blogged on the exact day that my blog turned the big 01, but I fell asleep and woke up after midnight. I meant to go to lab tonight, but damned if it wasn't just too fucking cold to go back to campus once I got home.

My weekend with Kevin was a blast. I got some killer new shoes from Steve Madden. I snapped a picture of them on the webcam even though they're hard to see. They're just all black tenny's. Tres chic. We also went bowling and cheated and got really high scores. I haven't bowled in so long and I sucked so bad that we played 7 Pin No Tap to make me feel better. I ended up with a 211. We went and saw Old School as well. Oh man, was it hilarious. I highly recommend the flick to everyone. One night we also went to watch his sister, Laura, play in some like basketball game. They totally dominated, I was impressed. That was about the extent of everything productive that we did.

The rest of the weekend was spent sitting outside of the local smoothie shop where Kevin's friend Andrew works drinking free smoothies and basically trashing the place. We also went to a couple parties at Todd's house which I'm still laughing about. I swear everyone there besides Todd, Kevin, me and a few others were like 18 and below. I got asked several times what grade I was in to which I responded, "the sixteenth." I also made a habit of asking people who their homeroom teacher was. I felt kinda special though because it was my first real high school party. I didn't go to high school parties when I was in high school mostly cause I didn't know when and where they were happening. And now, here I am, not 4 years later and not only am I AT the party, but i'm TOO COOL for the party. Sweet vindication, dear friends. So sweet.

Anyway, it was a really great time. I may go back to see Kevin over Spring Break, he may come here, I dunno, I dunno, its all really up in the air. Anyway, wish a Happy Birthday to my blog and I'll catch you sluts on the flip side.

So Thursday I decided I needed to get out of College Station, packed my things, and headed to San Antonio. It only took me 2.5 hours to get there, which is a new record by far. Kevin was supposed to meet me over at his apartment when I was getting close to being in town, but I actually beat him there. The door was unlocked though, so I let myself in. Whoops. His roommate, Todd from SA, was trying to bone some chick. It was behind closed doors, thank jebus, but I still interrupted what I'm sure was a very romantical moment between him and whats-her-face. Kevin arrived soon after and then the rest of the crew showed up. I swear there ought to be at least 10 people paying rent at that apartment for how much they hang out there. I would have a serious problem with it if it were my place, but its not, so its whateeeever.

The first night we bought some beers and sat around watching movies and drinkin beers. That was all well and good. The next day I was a tad hungover, which was compounded by the fact that there was absolutely nothing non-alcoholic to drink in the entire apartment. Even the water out of the faucet is bad. So I attempted to block out the headache until we could go get something to drink. We went to McDonalds but I couldn't stomach it so we went to see Andrew at the smoothie place where he works. He made me a free smoothie that really hit the spot. I felt a lot better after that. Apparently the smoothie place Andrew works at is kind of like a Starbucks in Plano. Thats what I gathered anyway. Anytime they don't have anything to do people go sit outside this place. Damn, I wish I could remember what its called. Arctic Freeze or something to that effect? It was coo though.

The next night we just took it easy. I fucked up Andrew's hair, but it was not my fault. He got some negative feedback which he promptly blamed on me. And he got some compliments on it (I thought it was cool) which he promptly took credit for. So it goes I suppose. The next day we went bowling and Kevin won. I did the worst I've probably ever done since I was old enough to use a big ball. Its was embarrassing. After that we sat around some more. That's really all I wanted to do and I got to do plenty of it.

I came home on Sunday and worked out since I hadn't gone in over a week and then went to bed. Today I went to class and then spent 5 hours in the lab working on my project. I met with my professor and he informed me that it was an all-or-nothing arrangement, so I either get it all working or I get nothing. Nevermind the work I've put into it, but I knew he was going to say that. I wouldn't mind except that I don't really feel like its my fault that I'm not done considering the computers crash on me every time I try to compile something and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm attempting to pinpoint the problem so I can at least assess whats going wrong, but as of yet I've found no reason, or even pattern to why certain files crash and some don't. Hopefully I'll have some luck tomorrow since time is fucking running out. I also need to meet with my advisor but he's harder to get a hold of than this other professor. They've all got their own shit going on during the summer which definitely doesn't involve helping me out. Such is life. Daniel's here to watch the Cubs vs. Astros game, so I have no TV now for the next 6 hours. Baseball is so fascinating. I'll catch you sluts on the flip side.