Sleeping is For the Birds

It's a great untold story. It's a gem....

Last semester Justin and I were in possibly the best class for an IS major, IS 202 Systems Analysis Methods. Not the best material but definitely the coolest prof that ever set foot on this campus. The class has since got the axe and the prof has followed a different path entirely.

The class was proverbial cake minus the final project. It was one of those things that we should have worked on all semester. "Should" is a funny word. At least that's what I've been told. Personally I'm partial to "shitweasel".

So we found ourselves starting the project about five minutes after the last minute. We had worked all semester perfecting the art of the all-nighter and it was time to paint our Mona Lisa. We worked without breaks into the morning and didn't finish until around 7am.

Now by that time I was well past tired and about any ounce of energy I had from the gallons of Code Red had evaporated. All I needed was a couple hours of sleep and if I planned on going to class the next day to present the project I was just enslaved to that's all I was gonna get. Hours of captivity in the room inspired me to crash out in the common room. I crumbled into the most comfortable chair and flung my head back. Just as my eyes were about shut I witnessed a figure waddling over the crest of the roof across from our room. What was it you ask? Well see for yourself.

That was prefaced by nearly 20 minutes of the same torture. Any sliver of hope was lost. Sleep was no longer an option. Not with the cries of that beast echoing throughout the Harbor Hall courtyard. To this day, I shudder when I hear that wretched honking erupt from the bird of insomnia.

Ugghhhhhhhhhh

So it's been awhile since my last post. Not much is new. You know me, straight dodgin mattresses.

Kinda been busy with schoolwork. Had a 60+ page group report and a presentation to take up my time. Hopefully the grade on the project will make up for the hours of sleep that Justin and I lost.

Friday, I went to the Psi Chi induction to see them fill a small room with smoke and attach irremovable pins to the finest psych majors at NDM. After that we hit up the Olive Garden.

Didn't do much the rest of the weekend seeing as how I was sick. I did a lot of sleeping. I watched Sideways. Made me wish I had just stuck to sleeping.

Have a lot to look forward to in the last two weeks of school:
7 exams and 1 presentation

There's a really weird noise coming from outside....

A mattress, A hoop, A project

Hmmmmmm.....Nothing that interesting happened this weekend...oh wait...yeah, I guess that time I hit the mattress laying in the middle of Route 40 and slammed into the guardrail at 60 mph was a little out of the ordinary.

Of all the random ass things to hit. A freaking mattress. I should win an award.

I'd like to thank random SUV driver and/or his family for calling the cops for me and Sgt. Siergl(or something like that) for separating the mattress from my car. I'd also like to thank you, for withholding your laughter thus far. You can laugh now. I don't mind. I'm actually starting to smirk a little just thinking about it.

I spent the majority of Saturday helping(for lack of a better term) my other brother build a basketball hoop in the rain. He's barely 5 feet tall and he picked out a 10 foot basket. There's something seriously wrong with the kid but that's why I like him. Being right is overrated.

In between all of the building, I worked on my 202 project which was due Sunday before midnight. I did as much as I could.

Sunday consisted of me pounding away at the keyboard, trying to finish it, all the way up to "zero hour". Fun stuff.

Going to see Mraz at the Meyerhoff. Check out the video at the bottom of the page.

I can't really think of anything else to type so......

Notable Quotes:

Are you sure you're okay? Alright well you just rest and later we can talk about how you didn't manage to miss it.~Dad

It's pretty sad when you get into an accident and the worst part of your weekend is the project.~Justin

Cop: Did you hit the mattress or the guardrail?
Me: Both.

Uno

Yeah so this first post is supposed to be awesomely spectacular and all that but for some reason I have the sneaking suspicion that it won't be anything but me rambling on and on about how bad it is.

I'm gonna try my best to keep this from being the usual daily account that most people keep. You know, the "I got up, got in the shower, brushed my teeth" crap that people feel the need to infect the internet with.(I've taken some heat for this so, for the record, I'm joking)

Now that that's out of the way, here are the highlights of the past weekend....

Friday:
I watched the O's crush the Yankees at Camden Yards. After the game me and the Crew went back to NDM for a lesson in Texas Hold 'Em. It was entertaining to say the least.


The Crew



Saturday:
Well after I passed out at NDM I had to get up at 9 am to drive back to "UMBilical Cord", as my dad calls it, so I could go to work. Work = event staff at the school sporting events. I had about 4 hours of sleep but that was complimented well by the 600+ people that came out to see the men lax team's last home game (there's a hint of sarcasm here).

One thing did make me laugh though....

I had to ask this guy who was trying to pick up his complimentary ticket for his driver's license. I thought the guy said "I need to get my wallet", which is typical for the people that come (for some reason they leave their wallets in their cars because they get free tickets even though they KNOW they will be IDed). Anyway....where was I?

Oh yeah, so the guy really said "I need YOU to get my wallet". He had walked away from the ticket window so I assumed he was going to his car. Wrong. He was walking around the ticket booth and straight into it. He practically entered the booth ass first, and started to say something about how he needed me to get his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans because he "had a sprained wrist and carpal tunnel syndrome" and couldn't reach his pocket.

Now I have to be honest I was a little disturbed and caught off guard so I just said "No, that's ok". That seemed to work. I just gave the guy his ticket. I remember saying to Justin "It's a good day, not even 12 yet and I've already been molested."

All I could think about all day were things related to that guy. Like, "Did he really have surgery?", "If he's telling the truth then how in the hell did he get his wallet in that pocket?", "Did someone help him get it there?", "If they did, why did he have them put somewhere that he couldn't get to it?".....

I came to the conclusion that the guy was trying to get me to grab his ass. That seems like the most reasonable explanation. Don't you think?