HFCS: effika’s blog

Happy Friday the 13th everyone!

Kinda busy few days. Well… not really. Next week’s busy. 2 tests next week. Yucky.

Anyway I’m working on a presentation about Jung’s collective unconscious and vampires. It’ll be cool.

Weezer’s El Scorcho is stuck in my head. But it’s a good song, so it’s good.

Ryan and mine’s 1 year anniversary is this Saturday/Sunday. You see, it was about 4am Saturday night/Sunday morning… so it’s technically the 15th of September but it felt like the 14th at the time. Ryan would like to take me out tomorrow since he said he would, but with the game not starting until 6pm here we figure we might just go to lunch or wait until Sunday to celebrate. We both need to do laundry and get some groceries… while we have called such “dates” before I figure maybe we should at least make an effort this one time. :-)

We were supposed to go see Thai this weekend but Jason can’t come pick us up with his van (he’s working this weekend. At Victoria’s Secret… yes, we all wonder if he’s gay too), and the traffic in and around Norman will be bad bad bad, so we think we’ll wait just a bit before going.

I’m reading Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash. It’s a pretty good book. The main character is called Hiro Protagonist, and carries around a katana, which he knows how to use f*cking well. He’s a badass. :-)

Kea’s boyf Kirk is up here for a few days. Almost walked in on them today. They yelled for me to wait just a sec and I heard rustling of clothes and covers… when I came in Kirk was trying to hide thigns in his pants and Kea appeared to be scantily clad under the covers. I told them to at least write “DND” on the board on the door next time. I picked up my calc stuff and left. I did tell them to have fun on my way out tho… Heh, Ryan walked me to my dorm and they were jsut going out to get snacks from teh vending machines downstairs. I asked if he smelled latex. :-)

Never ever ever eat when the Italian place on campus has “Chinese Day”. Good lord, that’s the worst fare I’ve ever had on campus by /far/. They even had the foods mislabled. I knew that should have been a bad sign, but I ate anyway… and was horribly, horribly rewarded. Everything tasted like carrot’s. Even Paul’s broccili beef (called Spicy Chicken Ramen. Ew.) had a bad taste of them to it. And it’s hard to screw up broccili beef afaik.

So hard to keep up with KMorg now that I’m not sitting at my computer 24/7. But that’s good, it means people are actually posting. Yay KMorg!