I finished watching the anime series Vision of Escaflowne just a sec ago. Pretty decent I suppose. I want wings that sprout out of nowhere... and a giant mech. Yup, that'd be nice, haha. But yea, I was thinking about that pendant of Hitomi's that has the "special" property of being able to swing back and forth keeping exact time. Well, I got to thinking about the physics of that- and isn't that like one of the basic properties of pendulums? that they always swing back & forth with the same period, regardless of amplitude? And the fact that her special pendant swung in exactly 1 second; well, if I remember correctly, isn't the period of swing for simple harmonic motion dictated by the length and not the weight at the end? So it'd be more correct if she said that her pendant was on a special chain, huh? hahaha. Guess those storywriters shoulda brushed up on their physics a bit, huh? =P

AAARRRRRRRRGGGGG!!! #$%^#$%^#$%^%$#^! I was playing Text Twist all day today, and I was on a super hot streak- I had played for 6+ hours without dying (not including time spent on dinner) and was closing in on 700,000 points, when somehow my fingers slipped erratically and perfectly keyed in the sequence telling the browser to go Back. And when I told it to go Forward again, the score had reset, NOOOoooOOoOOooOOOoOO!!! =( Blaaaaahhhhh... that's like my entire day down the drain. And I don't think I'll ever have the dedication to play that long at one time again; this score beat out my personal best (up till now) by about 3 times. *sigh* I don't even know what I feel right now- I can't tell if I'm mad, or sad, or simply speechless. It'd be one thing if I'd lost fair and square, but with this, I feel like I've been cheated out of greatness here or something, aggghhhh. =*( * * ...tears of frustration...

*Man, this is crazy, I keep getting random 6-letter combinations popping up in my head, and I'll try to rearrange and unscramble them. It started happening a couple days ago, actually. It happens all the time, even when I'm playing Set sometimes. At first I couldn't make any sense of it, but after today's long run, I realize that it's probably the Text Twist "levels" that I've played recently coming back to haunt me... creepy. Maybe I've been playing too much. Bah, I guess this is what happens when I don't have schoolwork to keep my mind occupied... stuff like this overruns my idle thoughts.

Tony organized a Magic: The Gathering party at Terry's place today. Me, Tony, Michael, Terry, Jerry, and Stephen played a massive 6-player game (; several, actually). I still had my old cards, but noone else did, so they went and bought themselves starter packs. Turns out, they're really hard to find these days- everyone plays Yu-Gi-Oh! now or something. But yea, they got the Mirage edition, and I was reminded of how annoying phasing is, bleccchh. And Stephen brought his DVD of 24; we watched 13 hours (episodes) of it. Fun times.

Ok, man, I don't know how I managed it, but I cut myself up using my electric razor. You're not supposed to be able to do that, right? Isn't that practically the entire point of using the electric? Well, I guess it just goes to show: "Make it idiot-proof and someone will make a better idiot." Hahaha, so I guess that makes me some kinda super-idiot, huh? hahaha.

*Later on, I went to Ted's place with Cali and played even more Set. Afterwards, I went and ate at Denny's with Vivian. Ever have one of those instances where you order something thinking it's one thing, and then when your food arrives, it's completely different from what you expected? Yea, that happened to me, and my stomach just rebelled against me and refused to eat it. So I only finished off half my food. Yikes!

I bought myself the game Set today. OMG, this is seriously like the best gift I've ever given myself, hahaha. I loooooove this game. So yea, I met up with Mamei & Erika at Starbucks and played for a couple games of Set and chatted. Afterwards, I went to Jessica's place with Kent, where we watched some tv and played Set again, hahaha.

Oh yea, I also bought myself an electric razor and wanted to try it out (even though it hadn't been charged yet). So I turn it on and proceed to shave, and it cuts off after like one second. So now I've got holes in my chin stubble, haha, D'OH!

My family played mahjong together tonight. A very Chinese Christmas indeed, hahaha. It's basically the only activity that we can really sit down and do as a family- kinda sad, huh? But oh well, it was fun- even though I lost $5.

*And we ended up having hot pot for Christmas dinner.

So along the same lines as my last post, why are some people so adamant about proving Santa Claus doesn't exist? I was bloghopping late last night, and I read about how some guy and his friend were debating over the existence of unicorns. (seriously) Well, of course, the guy arguing in the negative eventually won, but the affirmative did bring up an interesting point: "The only thing that I wonder about, is why so many default to disbelief rather than belief." hmmm... interesting point. But yea, anyways, back to Santa... all that stuff about burning up at high speeds? I bet he's got one hell of a heat shield on his sleigh. And anyways, all that's assuming that Santa's running on the same primitive technology as us. I mean, seriously, the guy works one day a year, he might as well sit around and ponder the science of his trip a little bit. You realize that if Santa had wormhole technology or warp drive on his sled, things suddenly become a lot more possible. And if you throw relativity into the mix, exceeding light speed would give him years and years of time compressed into a single night. Yea, maybe "reindeer" is North Pole slang for a warp core, and "sleigh" means temporal flux capacitor... ya never know. =P

*And I seem to have found a new interest in typing in L33t-speak, haha- Megatokyo's influence no doubt. So yea, here's wishing a /\/\3RRY <|-|R157m45 t0 a[[ j00 1337 h4x0rz out there!

So I was browsing the net, and I read about how Fox aired a special earlier this year about the conspiracy theory that the moon landing was all a hoax. Man, I think that's really annoying of the tv network to do that. Hell, why don't they go and say the Holocaust didn't happen either? geez... jerks! So yea, NASA was thinking about writing a book to dispel the notion, then the project got scrapped, and now I think the book's back on. But yea, wanting to know exactly what kind of arguments there were for saying the moon landings didn't happen, I did a little searching and found the corresponding rebuttals as well. hmmm... most interesting

*Ok, so let's recap what I've been up to recently. I went and shot pool with Kent & Edward at Main Event. I watched The Tuxedo and thought it was great, despite everyone else saying it was the worst movie ever, haha. Then I watched Battle Royale; wow, that is one messed up movie. And I went and trained kung fu; omg, sooooo sore. Yea, that's been my week.

I checked my grades again... straight A's! SWEET! Heh, the 4.0 remains intact, mwahahaha. And it says I got "univeristy honors," whatever that means.

*AUGGGHHH!!! I found out that I also made an A in the class I changed to pass/fail- so I don't get the A, only credit. Blaarrgggg...

I got back home yesterday and have been in a constant state of chillaxation ever since. So tonight, I went out and watched The Two Towers with John and Michael. I liked it better than the first, actually- more killing, less walking around. Hah, but man, I just can't keep a straight face while watching the movie after having read the secret LOTR diaries. (link via Sleepy) Hah, I'll never look at Sam the same way again! hahaha. I'm sure corresponding diaries for the second in the trilogy will be out shortly. WARNING: the diaries are kinda yaoi... errr, homosexually suggestive. Read at your own risk.

So yea, it's bugging the hell out of me how I don't know my grades yet. I've been checking online like every couple hours, but 2 of my grades still aren't up yet. But man, it's so bad that I'm even having nightmares about getting B's! Last night, the same dream replayed 3 TIMES!!! Traumatic? definitely.

*And check out this little bit of fun: test your physics knowledge. I only got an 85%; well, none of the ones I missed were kinematics/mechanics related, so whatever. =P

So today was my brother's birthday. We went out to Trudy's (A TexMex-ish restaurant) to have dinner. It wasn't a very festive "party" since most people had already left for home.

OMG! I just got out of my statics exam; MAN, it was killer. Hah, probably might have something to do with the fact that I stopped putting much effort into the class about 2/3 of the way through, heh, so I guess I kinda had it coming. But yea, this was the only exam that I was working all the way up until the proctor called time. And I probably wouldn't have figured out the problem I was stuck on even if I'd been given another hour or two. Yea, that's one of those feelings I reeeeeaaaally really hate. Eccchhh... but yea, it feels good to finally be done. One semester down, seven more to go.

*So yea, on Saturday (12/14) I took my music and calculus exams. Music was kinda whatever since I had it as a pass/fail class and didn't have to do that good on the final to pass. Calculus, however.... yikes! I took over three hours on that one; good thing the professor was nice and let us have as much time as we needed- I'd say only one or two people finished within the "time limit."

And on Sunday, I just chilled the whole day to unwind. I watched most of Steven Spielberg's Taken on SciFi; it musta been like a day-long marathon, of which I watched about 5 hours, haha. Yea, I'm a pretty big fan of sci-fi stuff in general, but it's definitely one of those genres where there's a lot of crap mixed in with the good stuff.

On Monday, I went to the doctor and got a different inhaler. This one seems to work tons better. FloVent... works wonders.

Clarifying on that last post, my final exams started today. I had 3 today: aerospace, chemistry, and drafting. The aerospace one was a little tricky cuz I kept getting gigantic answers like 3000m/s, but I guess in space travel, those kidns of numbers are the norm. The answer key for chemistry was posted online afterwards, and I found an error in it! I e-mailed the teacher, and I got credit for it. But man, I don't think I'll EVER understand how oxidation reactions work- craziness. =/ And the drafting was long and tedious; my eyes hurt like hell afterwards from staring so intently at the paper while drawing. So now my brain is pretty fried, considering each test is roughly 3 hours long- so I was in exams for a total of 9 hours today! blehhhh.

*And John re-introduced me to internet radio. I'd completely forgotten that such a thing existed, haha. So yea, it was a mandarin broadcast, actually: MediaCorp Singapore's YES93.3. Yea, so I've been listening to Chinese music all day. I've got no idea how old these tunes are though. Hah, oh well, whatever.

time to DIE!

You know how when people are blind, sometimes their other senses are more sensitive to compensate? Now usually, I guess it'd be most reasonable for the hearing to be improved, kinda like Daredevil, but what if instead, you had a super developed sense of smell? To the point where you could smell the ink of individual letters on a page. So you could read a book by smell, haha, well, I think it'd be amusing at least. Also, I think it'd be pretty amusing if they had flavored text too; not necessarily to replace reading by sight, but to augment it. Like, the flavor of the text could reflect the topic/mood of the passage. For instance, a text about war might taste like blood, and a passage about the countryside might taste like grass... and a cookbook? mmmmmboy. Hahaha. Well, I guess flavored text wouldn't be the most sanitary thing in the world, but it'd certainly be interesting. Kinda like scratch-n-sniff books, but you're licking the pages instead. I'd always wondered how they got scratch-n-sniff stickers to work. I thought maybe the scratching provided activation energy for some kind of chemical reaction, or maybe the abrasive scratching action stripped away scented particles. Well, I decided to do some research on it (way to utilize my exam studying time, huh?) and it turns out that my second theory was pretty close. Take a look at HowStuffWorks.com to see the details.

I took the Engineering Dork Quiz (link via Danny) and got a 90.16%... HARDCORE! haha. I do know the answers to get a 100, but I guess I'm not that dorky, haha.

Man, I'm having motivational issues trying to get myself to study. I just can't buckle down. Arrgggg... gotta pull myself together. Must... study... must...

I went out to lunch today with Saujan and Junjay at Korea House. I had beef bulgogi and some sushi- the beef was good, sushi was whatever; beef was cheap, sushi wasn't. Ah well, it was a satisfying meal. But yea, I popped in the contacts and the eyes itched like crazy again, so I've worn glasses the entire day. Hey, you know, water fountains make pretty good emergency eye washes... if you're a cyclops, hahaha.

Man, what's the deal with candies (e.g. Starburst) having a "mystery flavor"? I hate having to guess what I'm eating. But maybe it's like when you eat Chinese food- you probably don't really wanna know what you're eating, hahaha. Naw, but seriously, it's hard with candy and stuff cuz it's really all just artificial flavors anyways. I bet half the time there's really no natural substance in the known world that tastes like the flavor in question. But instead of just calling it "artificial flavor," they call it a mystery flavor, and then you spend hours and hours racking your brain trying to figure out what it tastes like. Long, grueling hours. Repeatedly eating... and eating that same candy flavor. Always thinking you're on the verge of solving the mystery, but it's always just beyond your grasp. People have wasted their lives away searching for El Dorado; others waste their lives in search of the answer to the mystery flavor... DARN YOU, STARBURST! WhyyYYyyYyYyyYyyy!?!?!?

Ok, man, I don't know if it's allergies or what, but my eyes have just been freaking out recently- itching like hell and getting red. Aggghhh... I swear, I'm like on the verge of clawing my eyes out here.

OMG... Flash Flash Revolution! (link via Andrew) Auggghhh... mustn't... play... should be studying for exams. Aaaahhh, can't resist! I'm addicted. =P But it's weird cuz I like this, but not real DDR.

Heh, but aaaaaanyways, so I was watching this documentary on private jets, and was thinking about how when the plane tilts a little bit to go into a turn, how everything inside tilts along with it. (Yea, pretty obvious, right?) Well, I got to thinking, why does it have to be that way? Why can't the cabin stay perfectly upright all the time? So I had an idea, but it's kinda hard to explain. Umm, like, you know how when you hold a glass of water and start tilting it, the top of the water always remains horizontal? Or like, have you ever seen one of those balls that's got like a picture that always stays at the top no matter how you roll it? It can do that cuz the picture isn't directly connected to the rolling surface of the ball; it's like 2 separate layers, the inner one suspended in liquid. So I figure, couldn't you build an airplane like that? Have like a separate outer hull and a inner layer for the cabin that's not connected; and assuming the layers were properly lubricated and free to rotate, the cabin would remain upright during turns. Well, I think it'd be a pretty neat idea anyways. =/ Actually, the general idea popped into my head years ago with respect to automobile suspension, but after thinking about it a bit, it didn't make much sense cuz the jolts are too vigorous and would result in a lot of sloshing motion which would defeat the purpose. Along the same lines, it'd make no sense in fighter aircraft that have to change directions a lot and quickly; but in large commercial aircraft, I think it just might work cuz you never really need to turn that fast, and staying upright could make the flight that much more comfortable... maybe. Or it might not work out so well, haha, who knows? At any rate, I think this idea's oddball enough that no one would have done it before, so maybe this'll be my claim to fame, mwahaha.

*Oh yea, the wushu banquet was today (yesterday) at Spaghetti Warehouse. I ran off with 2 loaves of their bread, haha- just stuffed 'em in my coat pockets as I left.

Nyagggghhh... I just popped in my contacts for a sec to run down to Subway, and my eyes started itching sooooooo bad. It was like I got a bunch of cat fur in my eyes all at once or something. When I came back and looked in the mirror, my eyes were like horrendously red. I pulled out the contacts and washed my eyes out for like 10 minutes. Augghhh... this is killer. If I go blind sometime in the very near future, I bet this'll be the point I can trace it back to... ouch

*30 minutes later, the eyes are feeling ok.

Man, the whites of my eyes have been very [not white] the last day or so. They've got that unhealthy grayish yellow look to 'em. hmmm...

I took a math competition today, the Bennett Calculus Prize Exam. Hah, yea, I found out it's not such a good idea to go clubbing the night before if you're actually shooting to win one of these things, haha. Even though I made sure not to get wasted or anything, I guess general sleep deprivation was quite a detriment to my thinking ability. And man, it made me realize how much calculus learning I missed out on by taking M308M. Seriously, they say its a special class for honors kids, but I think maybe their ulterior motive was to teach us a bunch of useless crap instead of the important concepts; and by doing so, the smart kids get dumb, and thus the educational playing field is levelled. Heh, a conspiracy theory to be investigated perhaps? =P

I had to attend a concert last night to write a music paper on. It was a performance by the gamelan ensemble- traditional central Javanese (Indonesian) music. It was really weird, to say the least. I mean, it wasn't bad but it was hard sitting through more than an hour of music in that funky (pentatonic? diatonic?) scale. I didn't know what to make of it. Culture experience? sure...

So afterwards, Kent gathered the usual posse and we had planned to go to the Gamma Beta's "F- the Finals" party. But when we got there, the club was already packed and the line was long as hell. And also, they were being gay and not letting in people with tennis shoes (which included myself). So our group kinda split up after that, and me and a couple of the girls went to Paradox.

You know what I think would be a pretty cool idea? Edible temporary tattoos. They'd be just like regular ones except they'd have flavor when you licked 'em. And other times, when people catch you just licking yourself for no particular reason, you could be like, "Oh, I had one of those edible tattoos; I just finished it." And they'd be like, "Oh, ok, everything's cool. He's not a weirdo. False alarm." Hahah, well, I think it would be amusing anyways.

Ok no, but seriously, on the subject of inventions and stuff, I was watching Top Gun the other night, and it got to the part where the engines die and Goose gets killed trying to eject. And I got to thinking, why would an engine just cut off like that; and (with the exception of mechanical failure) I could only think of 2 reasons that would happen: either the engine wasn't getting fuel or it wasn't getting air. Well, I learned that jet engines are just like rockets except that they use the air in the atmosphere instead of hauling along its own oxidizer. And I got to thinking, well, (if they don't do this already, ) why don't they just have like a small separate tank for oxidizer on planes too- for emergencies and whenever the hell else you might not be getting enough air to burn fuel properly (high altitude?). I dunno, I bet in one of my classes soon, I'll either learn what a silly idea this is or that it's been done for years.

I wrote my first of 3 music papers today. Man, but like, I went and bought an official copy of Microsoft Office XP from the campus computer store, and I'd previously installed it on the computer that I decided to return. And since it was "real" and all, I decided to go ahead and register (; it makes you, actually). So yea, after I decided to refund the computer, I reformatted my mom's laptop and started using that. Well, I tried to install it OfficeXP and when it forced me to send in registration, it said I couldn't cuz I'd already registered it with a different computer. And I'm like, awww crap, what now? cuz it lets you use it like 50 times before it deactivates and wont let you start the program again. So yea, I guess I can try calling customer service and explaining my situation. But yea, if that doesn't work, I'm just stuck with a bum copy of the OfficeXP cd. MAN, for once in my life I have legit software, and this is what happens! Hah, that'll show me! (heh, ok, so I have owned real software before, but certainly not by choice! =P)

I took my judo final just a sec ago. I think they basically pass everyone, like a completion grade final. And I had the option to get a yellow belt certification for $30, but I declined. I guess I don't really approve of the belt system in general. The practice of ranking by belts is actually an American invention, or so I've been told. I mean, I guess at the beginning, it motivates you and gives you something to strive for, but after spending some time in the martial arts world, my opinions changed somewhat. Nowadays, I think of belts as a tool for oppression- belts can be used to hold you back and inhibit your learning, like, "Oh, you're not a blue belt yet, so I can't teach you _____." (So since there was no more judo learning to be done, that explains why I didn't want to pay for another belt.) And they give higher ranked students a cause to look down on those ranked lower, despite what their actual difference in talent may be. Like, it's not uncommon to see yellow belts that are "better" than green belts- people just pick up on concepts at different speeds. Belts measure accomplishment, not understanding. It's one thing to do the approximate motion of a move, and quite another to execute it properly and understand why you did it that way. But I dunno, I guess sometimes, my views on belts fluctuate cuz of just trying to "keep up with the Joneses"; like, there have been times when I don't think I deserved a belt, but at the same time, I don't think other people deserved it either- and no way in hell I'm gonna be "worse" than so-and-so. But yea, that's enough ranting about the belt system...

So yea, I think judo was a really fun class. It didn't count towards my degree or anything, but I took it more for amusement than anything else. I think the most useful thing I learned in the class was breakfalls. I mean, seriously, how often in real life are you gonna find the need to throw people around and pin 'em? But the breakfalls, if you train 'em to the point of 'em being a reaction, can save you from injury in lots of situations. We learned several throws that I didn't thoroughly understand; all in all, I think there were only about 2 throws that I'd ever actually use.

Another lasting change as a result of judo class is my tendency to say "yes sir" and "no sir" more often now. We had to say that a hell of a lot in class, and it kinda just seeps into your subconscious. Like I'll be sitting in some regular class and the professor'll ask a question (the kind no one ever answers) and I'll be on the verge of blurting out "YES SIR!" I mean, I wouldn't say I'm more respectful these days- I've just been conditioned to say that phrase at the drop of a hat.

@#$@#$ shoot, I was gonna attend a concert today to write my music paper on, but the concert was cancelled. Bleehhhh. Hah, oh well, I guess my paper'll just be even further over a month late, haha. Seriously, I guess that's the one cool thing about my music teacher (Camann)- he lets you turn in work whenever the hell you feel like without deduction.

I went to the doctor this morning to check out this recurring cough, upon firm insistence (read: "nagging") by my mom. So I get in there and they have to do the usual taking of temperature, blood pressure, and weight and stuff. And MAN, I come out at 194 lbs. (with shoes)... nyagggggg!!!! Dang it, that means I've put on about 10 pounds since I've come to college! Man, seriously, as much as people may joke about it, the "Freshman 15" is a very real thing. =( Maaaaaaaaaaaan, I'm a chunker.

Ok, yea, so the doctor ends up prescribing me an inhaler. I didn't think that was the nature of my problem, but I was just like, "ehhhhh, ok, whatever you say, Doc."

In other news, I found out how hard spaghetti stains are to get out. Might be the crappy laundry machines too, but it leaves this mustard yellow stain- won't come out.

Aw CRAP! I just remembered I have aerospace hw due tomorrow (today, in like 6 hours, actually). Arrrggg... I was just about to go to sleep too. This delays bedtime by an hour or so. Man, dang, shoulda saved some brainpower... running on reserves here. Blehhhh...

So I was drinking a Hi-C tonight, and Nien (being as noise conscious as he is) pointed out that there was this annoying slurpy/bubbly sound when I used the straw. Since I'm always wanting to know the answer to stuff, I thought about it a sec, and hypothesized that maybe it had something to do with the pointy/slanted way the straw tip was cut. I thought maybe when you sucked, it created like a funky fluid/air pressure system oscillation or something like that. Hah, yea, how typical of an aerospacer to blame everything on quirky fluid dynamics, huh? Well, I guess the reason I immediately jumped to that conclusion was that I was looking at the pictures from the Earth as Art exhibit, and I had the picture of the Karman Vortices (of South America) fresh on my mind. Ok, but yea, anyways, turns out the answer was much simpler than that; the new extending straw design lets air leak in when you suck... easy as that. Eh, oh well, thought I mighta been on to something for a sec.

*Hey, check out Bookcrossing.com; the idea is that people read books and are so touched that they wanna share the experience, so they leave 'em around for other people to find, who in turn will read and then leave 'em for others, who read & leave 'em, ad infinitum. Sounds like so much fun; man, I wanna find a book! =)

Showers at home are pretty uncomplicated- everything's there for you: soap, shampoo, towel, and (in my bathroom) underwear. But here at college, there's so many things you have to take with you, it gets pretty crazy. Yea, so I got out of the shower today and was toweling off, and I look over at my pile of clothes and am thinking hmmmm... something sure seems to be missing... So I'm flipping through my pajamas, flopping 'em around and all and it dawns on me... NO UNDERPANTS!!! Arrgghhhh... HAGGIS! (*Note: "Haggis" is my new expression of general frustration. It means roughly the same thing as "arg.")

But man, that's never happened before over an entire semester- weird. I bet some wacko stole it and is running around with a genuine pair of vintage Daniel underpants or something. Man, at least my underpants no longer have my name (or initials) on 'em anymore. Hah, omg, that would be so embarassing... seriously, if you lose your underwear and someone finds it, I don't think you want it back. You'd have to live with the shame of someone knowing you were stupid enough to lose it in the first place, hahaha. Man, I remember back in elementary school, when they took our entire grade to Camp Classen, and in the letter to the parents, the parents were encouraged to write their kids' names on their underwear. Agghhh... my parents did it, hahaha. Yup, for years afterwards, my initials could be found on the waistband of my underwear... but NO MORE! Hah, anyways... but seriously though, I doubt anyone would steal a pair of underpants out of the shower- that's just plain weird. A more logical explanation is probably that I just forgot to bring a pair into the shower in the first place. I keep my pajamas and my underwear in separate drawers in my room, so it's easy to take one in to the showers and miss the other.

So there I was in the shower with no underwear. What to do, what to do? Well, I stood there evaluating my options for a sec... 1) go commando, or 2) put on the dirty pair I just took off. Streaking was definitely out of the question at so early an hour. I mean, option 2 certainly seemed like the more "normal" choice, but that was like something of a moral dilemma. (You see, I guess I'm something of a germaphobe. I mean, certainly not to the extent portrayed in Seinfeld, but like, I wash my hands, clothes, face, and body a whole lot more than I probably need to- especially the clothes. I don't know why, but I always think that clothes are a lot dirtier than they are. So I'm pretty blehhhh about putting on unwashed clothes that I've worn already.) So what did I do? Well, I remembered that phrase about how you can go twice as long without doing laundry by turning your underwear inside out. That's it! Genius!, I thought. I'd always shrugged it off as a silly idea, but dang, when you're in a pinch, it's a really good solution to a problem. Seriously, it worked a lot better than I imagined; remarkably, it feels EXACTLY the same inside out as it does normal. (As a youth, I had this crazy notion that when a garment with elastic was flipped inside out, it'd expand uncontrollably, as if the [polarity] of the elastic contraction had been reversed, haha. Yea, crazy, weird, I know.) So yea, if you ever find yourself without a clean pair of underwear, remember you can flip the pair you're wearing inside out. "Now you know, and knowing is half the battle." ~GI Joe

*Today at lunch, we had to use plastic silverware, paper cups, and styrofoam trays. I mean, it's not really a big deal or anything, it's just not what we're used to. They had a sign that said it was due to an "emergency plumbing" issue, but personally, I think somebody in the kitchen just got LAZY! Haha, must... resist... urge... to make... racist joke, hahahah!