Current mood:	bitchy
Current music:	clickety clickety clack computer lab!

Bitchfest.
For those of you with the necessary equipment, I have a homework assignment for you.

First, you'll need to find one of those antique roll-top desks. One with heavy dark wood slats (like mahogany, for example) will be best for this exercize. Now place your testicles on the lip of this desk and slam the lid shut -- going from fully open to fully closed using powerful, sweeping strokes -- onto your gonads repeatedly until you're left with a bloody pulp and a fairly ruined piece of antique furniture.

Now sign up for the summer term at South Alabama after living outside of academia for 4 years.

Record your observations in your lab book and have your results ready for discussion by Monday. The purpose of this drill is to introduce to the student a gradient scale ranging from slamming his nuts in a desk top (least painful) to taking an 8-week summer term after being out-of-school for 4 years or so (most painful).

Jesus Christ. Every day I have class. I don't mean on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have one set of classes, and then on Tuesday and Thursday I have another with differing times and material. I mean that from Monday to Friday I have the same classes from 8am to 2pm every fucking day. Also, I had the bright idea to go ahead and throw in a speech class on Saturday mornings. That's right. Six days a week my ass is in school. Granted, these are all entry-level classes, but it's still pretty shocking when your previous schedule was an alternating binary pattern of sleep and Warcraft.

We're. In. A(huh) Road Movie to Berlin.
I wish I had posted earlier last week when I was still freshly pissed-off about the hellacious move from Hattiesburg to Mobile. Actually, "Hattiesburg to Mobile" is concise, but not accurate. It was more like Hattiesburg to Ocean Springs for a while, and then Ocean Springs to Mobile for a little bit, and then Mobile to Hattiesburg to Ocean Springs for a period. Fuck it, let me start from the beginning:

I had everything ready to roll in H'burg Saturday night. I had reserved a 14' U-Haul truck a week prior to this, and, short of having the truck in my driveway, I was good to go.

The next morning, I got a call from U-Haul saying the truck hadn't arrived yet, but they were still expecting it. They recommended that we wait a while longer and they'd let us know when the truck got there. In the meantime, g_train, slade_ripfire, some of the Carters, my dad, and I started moving some heavy items -- including that bitch of an upright piano -- out of Snake Mountain into the carport. A few hours and several phone calls to U-Haul later, we grab some grub. During the course of our meal, the sky decided to drop golfball-sized hail as a flashy intro for the worst fucking thunderstorm I'd witnessed in months. The rain was horizontal. Power was knocked out where we were eating and all we had was a debit card. My shit was in the open carport. Wetness. Waiting. No U-Haul truck. Fuck!

Thankfully the epic-by-biblical-proportions weather finally did clear up after about two weeks. So I started my relocation process on the Saturday before Memorial Day, and now it's getting wrapped up on Thursday, June fucking 9th. Duct tape and visqueen is everywhere. Yes, I started smoking again.

Update: Totally unrelated to the bitchfest above, I forgot to mention that I hung out with becke1084 for the first time a couple of weeks ago. I had fun! Let's do it again next time you're in town.