modern algebra final, due 8 a.m.

well shit. my semester of leisure is finally catching up with me--i arrived at work a few minutes late today, only to find a desolate tutoring lab. normally these are great days, and being this close to finals, i was ecstatic. but then i noticed adam, a fellow tutor, working diligently on some seemingly random assignment:

me: "whatcha working on?"
adam: [looks at me like i'm retarded] "uh, the final ... in modern algebra ... a class that you are supposedly enrolled in."
me: "i thought he was giving it out tomorrow morning, and it was due next week?!"
adam: "nope. its due tomorrow morning, 8 a.m. ... you picked a shitty day to skip class."

hooray for me, looks like i've got my night planned. in other news, i'm pretty sure the republican girl that sits next to me in my economics class called me a faggot today, because i wore a thermal underwear shirt under a cardinals t-shirt. i should do laundry, i know, but no need for hitler to have a klan meeting right in the middle of class. bitch.

finally, it appears that federal magistrate jerry davis will not be making an appearance at tuesday night trivia tonight. jer, an accomplished trivia buff and father of scott and stu davis (surely you remember his infamous death row ruling?), was slated to meet us at two stick tonight, so team doodoo could finally put a tally in the win column, but he phoned in sick. its just as well, because i should be at home working on a take home final anyway. there's always next tuesday.

where a kid can be a kid

oh no, its not a joke. kelso and i met up with cole and his little nephew cade to enjoy a few beers and buffalo wings in memphis. we decided to head over to the local chuck e. cheese's (not to be confused with chuckie cheese's) for a little fun and games, 3 year old style. turns out they serve beer, but better yet, every game is one token, including the machine that draws your picture:


kelso wants you ... to get him another four dollar beer

kickin' it bueller style

another pic from our day off--ferris would've been proud. i kid you not, this is 100% unadulterated happiness on my face. and no, that's not a beer, that's my token cup, full of tickets that i won and later gave to a little kid to cap off an incredible afternoon.


note the kickass border, and the dumbass grin

where is my mind?

say i want to purchase myself a new ibook, because apple computers are superior. now remember, i'm poor, and need to finance one, but am unable to do so because i have no credit:

"after reviewing the available information, we regret that we are unable to open your account for the following reasons: insufficient credit history"

i was always under the impression that these bastards were foaming at the mouth to get young lads like me in some serious debt, but in order to get credit, you must already have credit. quite the vicious little cycle. maybe tyler durden was right after all?

aaron's jarty

... so i understand these things are supposed to be therapuetic? what the hell, i'll try my hand at blogging. besides, i could use the breeze through my hair as i sit high atop the bandwagon.

oh, the holidays ... so bittersweet. school being out vs. time with step-family. imagine a thanksgiving with mom, her husband and fifteen senior citizens you've never met before, in a house that reeks of metamucil, and no turkey! hey, thanks for the wonderful thanksgiving ham ... just like the pilgrims. maybe after we finish up, we can go eat hamburgers at baseball games, and drink white zinfadel with big juicy steaks. dumbasses.

the weekend, however, was a blast. we won the egg bowl, tyler got drunk off a pitcher of beer, kelso almost fought a guy in the bar, cole was stalked by a random girl, and we played a bit of beer pong.

but the news of the weekend is that the boy scout cookies, a band of former campers from san antonio, not only had a jarty this weekend (a jean party, to the layperson), but did so at an aaron carter concert, and was complimented by the man himself. keep rocking, bsc.