This has not been the greatest three days for me, I've gotta say. It started Friday, when I went into my statistics class to turn in the homework that was due, only to discover I'd totally forgotten about the test we were having. Thankfully I still have some residual info stuck in my head from the last statistics class I took, so I think I managed to do alright on it. After that, I went to work, and then I went home, to discover that Andy had completely missed the trash pickup, which can be an unpleasant experience at our house, as we somehow manage to generate a lot of trash. Especially with a party the next day, it was a bad move.

Which brings us to the party. The party day started with me having to empty the beer keg of the stale beer that was left in it from the last party (which was what, over a month ago? Eww...). It wasn't so bad, especially since Andy cleaned it first. But, it had apparently been left under pressure, and then continued to ferment, and then got left out in the sun after the cleaning, and then got shaken up when I moved it out of the way to a convenient spot to empty it. The end result is that when I tapped it, the pressure quite literally blew the tap apart, and fountained stale, nasty, warm beer all over me. Then, since we had to have beer, I got the unpleasant task of using the air compressor to pressurize the keg (since the tap obviously wasn't going to cut it) to blow the rest of the beer out. This involved me sitting on my ass holding a keg out in front of me (tipped slightly at an angle so as to avoid as much beer spraying me as possible) for almost twenty minutes while it emptied itself. I then had Andy complain at me about how long it was taking. So, I went to get a shower, and then took the keg and the tap into the beer store (the keg to trade it in so as not to have to pay a deposit on the new one, and the tap 'cause we needed another). Got the keg back, put it in its bucket, only to discover that we didn't have anough ice to ice it down. Back to town. Back home with 18 bags of ice. Put ice in freezer. Drop ice bag on foot. Ouch. Wait around until 9:30 or so, when it finally dawns on me that not a single person I invited to the party was going to show up. Get drunk. Sober up. Go to sleep. Get up. Get into a fight with my dad. Drive to town to observe the police running off an asshole ex-boyfriend of Ryan's new girlfriend who's apparently stalking her and Ryan. Come back, work on math problems I don't know how to solve. Decide to bitch on blogger. Go back to homework. Go to sleep.

Funny thing today. I got a kick out of it.

Ryan and I just got out of swing class. We went to meet Andy in front of AB4 (that's Academic Building 4, for those of you who aren't in the know), and we sat there for a little bit deciding what to do. Andy announced that, as he had just finished a French test that totally kicked his ass, he was skipping Russian history, and needed a beer to calm his frazzled nerves. I agreed, but told him we had to wait a minute or so first. When he asked why, I explained that I was busy watching an absolutely gorgeous blonde walking across the way in front of us. Shortly after I made that announcement, Andy and Ryan fell silent and watched the spectacle with me. The great part of it, is that EVERY GUY in front of the building (and a number of the girls, too) followed suit! And to top it all off, it was obvious the girl was completely aware of our reaction, and quite used to it. She walked very nonchalantly on her way, a small smile playing across her face, until she got out of view, at which point one of the girls behind us announced, "Busted." Eh, good times. Sometimes you need to take some time out of your day to appreciate things of great beauty, even if doing so is completely chauvinistic and it involves staring and a little bit of drool. (c;

See all the frisbee folks tonight. My legs are feeling pretty good. Bring it.

So, it's been over four weeks since the last post (or something like that, I'm not quite sure). Since then, school has gotten into full swing, I've turned in homework, I've met new people, and I've talked to old people. And by old, of course, I mean anyone Jared's age.

The frisbee guys (yes, even the Chi Alphas) are growing on me. Nobody's tried to proselatize (sp?) to me, or pressed me into attending bible study (which sets them way ahead of the guys I first played frisbee with at UH my freshman year (members of the International Church Of Christ, I want to say, who instantly invited me to bible studies that wound up being more like lectures with me as the sole audience (isn't nesting of multiple parentheses fun?))), or even mentioned church aside from some of the shirts they wear. Seems my fears were unfounded. >whew< Not that I have anything against Christians, mind you. I am one, myself. I just can't stand evangelists, really. My beliefs are none of their business unless I allow them to be.

On the bright side, there's some awesome athleticism on this team. These guys run me into the ground on a regular basis. And they have decent skills. Without that combination, I'm sure we wouldn't have been able to beat UH over the weekend. We certainly didn't use any strategy. A little bit of practice oughta change that, though. Who knows, this might be the beginning of a pretty decent program.

I'm going to be in Houston tomorrow night (Thursday). I'll be playing frisbee with the peeps at UH. I'm gonna try to recruit some of them to go out to dinner afterwards. Any takers? Come on... Come on... Say, around 10:30? Maybe 11:00? Gimme a call if you want to come. Or drop me a line on AIM or ICQ. My computer will be on all night.

Party on the 25th, for anyone who wants to come. Andy's birthday. He's turning 24. OOOLLLDDD!