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As some of you may or may not know, I do not celebrate birthdays. No gifts, not a thing.

Brandon turned 22 yesterday. Since it's not his birthday anymore...

I first met Brandon in my 10th grade history class. The teacher did not like him, nor did Brandon like her. In fact, not many people liked her. Either way, that's when I first noticed his passion for telling someone they're wrong. So many times he would question the teacher's motives and grading techniques. I questioned them as well, just not out loud. (We strongly believe that our constant bickering led to that teacher giving up. She didn't teach history again, at least while we were there.)

I think we had sociology together our junior year. That was a great class. Our quizzes were games! So great!

But we had the most fun our senior year. Brandon signed up for jazz band, and things were never the same. He and the jazz instructor got into it nearly every day. The best moment was when the jazz instructor caught Brandon dropping an F-Bomb.

We also had AP Physics together, which was the best class ever. We did whatever we wanted to. Every morning, we would go to the vending machines, get some type of juice, and mix in some amaretto. Orange Juice + Amaretto = Boccie Ball. What a perfect way to start the morning!

We also had AP Calculus together. We terrorized that teacher. And Brandon really disliked her since she would check his stubble every day to see if he needed to shave. Heh, she never checked me though. When we took the AP test, we went to Joe's Crab Shack for lunch. We walked into class wearing our bibs. So great. (This woman also quit teaching because of us, we believe. She became a counselor.)

After graduation, I didn't see much of anyone. But one person kept in touch, and visited. That's Brandon. My freshman year, when I lived in a crappy dorm with a crappy roommate, he came down and we had a ball. He came down my sophomore year too. In fact, I think he's been to Austin at least once a year since I moved down here.

I have different classes of friends. I have the ones where it's nice to catch up. I have the second class which are the ones who call me. And I have the third class, where I'll actually pick up the phone and dial a number. I've called Brandon twice in the past week.

Alright, that's all you get out of me.

Silence is Golden

"As a newly paid-up Scientologist, Katie Holmes must follow the Scientology rules. And one of those rules is that she - and all birthing staff - must remain absolutely silent throughout childbirth. Most people assumed that this was just a vague rule, and that it would be mostly ignored while Katie popped her baby out, but it looks like Tom Cruise was a little more serious about this rule than we imagined."

From hecklerspray.com.

Amazing. I'm almost convinced that Tom Cruise is an alien. But, as I've said for the past 4 or so years, if I could punch any celebrity in the face, he would be that person.

Poor Katie Holmes. Hey, I was available, and she chose him. It's her loss.

I think I'm supposed to meet up with my CS 352 group. We found out today that the report we have to write should be between 30 and 40 pages. Crap.

The Interrogation

This weekend flew by. I lost track of time before it even started.

I forgot what I did on Friday. I remember going to class. Oh, I met up with my CS 352 group. I forgot how the dorms have a unique smell to them. But it was fun. Brought back some good memories. And if you're curious, well, there's 2 years worth of old material lying around.

I had the place to myself for most of Saturday. Watched some basketball games and just relaxed. It really surprised me when Brandon called and asked if I was home. I had forgotten that he was going to be in town to introduce his girlfriend, Jen. Didn't have time to shave, so I put some gel in my hair and cleaned my room as much as I could.

I'm not really good at meeting new people. I tend to get real nervous and quiet. Plus, this is the first time that Brandon has introduced me to someone he's serious with.

I'm happy for Brandon. She looks like a keeper. I didn't see a ton of interaction between them, but everything was comfortable. I figure that's the most important thing. If you can't be comfortable around the person you love, then when can you be comfortable? I guess what I'm trying to say is that if Brandon needed my blessing or approval, he's got it. (Not that he needs it.)

Hmm, it is spring. As some would say, "Love is in the air."

Erik turned 31 on Friday. Haven't heard from him since. Probably drank himself silly. Eh, maybe not.

Either way, I'm going to look at some stuff for my CS 352 project. And for my SPN 312L project.

Helicopter

Something from BaD Radio...

"As a senior, I think that it is vital to establish senior dominance over the tiny freshman. So in the shower many times a senior teammate will try to intimidate the freshmen and jv players by being unnecessarily close to the underclassmen and making certain parts of their body hard not to see. This is sometimes done by grabbing it in their hands and proceeding to shake it while calling out the underclassman's name. Another intimidation method is the helicopter [which is] putting their hands on their hips and starting a hula-hoop type motion causing it to swing around like a helicopter. My question is, obviously, is this gay or is this not gay?"

It's a bit they do called "Gay or not gay?" Someone takes an uncommon situation that needs to be addressed, and questions the behavior.

Hilarious. Sorry, but the whole hula-hoop motion is killing me. Especially if you've seen that episode of Family Guy where Quagmire does what Luis calls the "fwap-fwap."

Alright. I'm going to bed.

Skip

Yea, I should be in CS 341 right now. Oh well. Don't care.

I averaged 10 hours of sleep a night while I was home. Now it's thrown me off. If I don't get 10 hours, I feel like crap for the day. So I slept right through my alarm yesterday. I forced myself to wake up at 8AM today. And yes, for me that is really early. I'm hoping that I can get back into my sleeping schedule. And I'm also going to work on operating with less sleep. I'm a college student, right?

I still have my final project for my Intro to PERL class. And I still don't want to do it. That class sucked! But I guess it will be on my transcript, so I should try at least.

I have no idea about my CS 352 project. I haven't received an email since last Monday. That was for a meeting on Wednesday that I couldn't go to because I was 210 miles away.

I had the craziest dream last night. There were things I've never seen before. So I guess that's why people say, "Only in your dreams." Weird.

The last vacation before summer has already passed. This is what I call the "home stretch." This is the time when I should put all my school work first, with everything else a distant second. Well, except for Mavs games. I have to watch those at least.

Had to eat breakfast on campus. Those chicken sandwiches from Wendy's are alright. No mayo, but with ranch, and they might be the best thing ever. I'm addicted to ranch.

I shaved, trimmed my mustache, and fixed up my hair. I'm ready.

Quickie

Just a quick update, but check this out.

http://fbombandy.googlepages.com/

I have a new project!

Go to http://pages.google.com to set one up, if you want.

Day 4

Well, it's finally getting to be fun around here.

I got my haircut. Well, more of a trim really. I'm finally going to let it grow out a little bit. The problem with my hair is how the sides stick straight out. With a little gel though, that won't be a problem. By the time summer rolls sround, I should have a nice hair style.

I got a refill for my Nexium!

Pat came by. That's always a nice surprise. So, we all went to Bennigan's and played trivia. I kill at trivia. Then we came back home and watched the Mavs give a beatdown. Fun times.

I was supposed to go back with Erik this coming morning. But Pat offered to take me back later this weekend if I wanted more time here in Dallas. And he would also stay in Austin for the weekend. My brother and I have been trying to get him to visit, so this is a great opportunity. I think we're going to leave Friday afternoon.

I also need to make a few phone calls and try to hang out with certain people. Thursday night would be best.

Otherwise, things are alright. Got some new jeans and a really cool shirt. Watching TV and letting my stomach heal. Nothing unordinary.

Day 2

The days go by too fast.

I'm going to try to wake up early tomorrow. I wasted most of today by sleeping until 1PM. Sure, I did stay up until 5:30AM, but I shouldn't be doing that.

I just found out on Saturday that my indoor basketball court doesn't exist anymore. Apparently they need another workout room. With yoga equipment. So, I'm really pissed off about this. The major selling point for me to choose this apartment complex was the indoor basketball court. Now all I have to do is figure out what I'm going to do about this.

I've had a few odd dreams, but one thing stands out. In one of my dreams last week, I woke up from a nap and asked someone what time it was. They answered, "7:30." I woke up from that dream, looked at my clock, and it was 7:30AM.

Either way, I want to see what my next dream will be.

Get There

So yea, I can't wait until this week is over.

It's almost set in stone that I'm going home for Spring Break. A chance to get away from almost everything college-related will be nice. I will be working on a project for CS 352 while I'm home, but that will occupy those times when I'm bored. Or when I'm the only one awake.

Honestly, I'd rather fly to New Jersey and hang out with my sis. The weather is nicer over there, at least for me. That and I haven't seen her in a really long time.

Tomorrow is Spanish and a review for my PERL final. I really hate that class. I mentioned that the teacher is a complete moron, but it gets worse. The class is over on the 9th, but he assigned us a project that's due on the 24th. Moron can't even set up a solid schedule.

Lessons on Thursday instead of Friday. That'll help me kill the time before my final. I don't know. I'll figure out tomorrow whether I'll drop the class or not. It's only a test and a project, but I'm so pissed off about the whole class.

Either way, not much else to report. I'm signing onto AIM again. I guess that's something new.

Awards?

I really don't care about any awards.

I know what I like when it comes to movies, so whether it wins an Oscar or not doesn't matter to me. I'm not going to see Brokeback Mountain because it won Best Adaptive Screenplay. And I don't think I'm interested in Crash either.

Oscars, Golden Globes, you name it. Just meaningless TV. Same goes for music awards also. Sure, I'll watch the Grammys, but that's just so I can check on my current favorite bands. The award itself is worthless. After last year's winners, I'm almost certain I could win a Grammy if I spent an hour or two on it. The MTV awards, both music and video, are entertaining. But it's a popularity contest. Most don't look for creativity, or originality. If it has a 'dope beat' and some 'booty butt' in the video, it'll win.

School has sucked lately. My Intro to PERL class is terrible. Thankfully, it's over this Thursday. But the guy who teaches it sucks. A project was due Friday before midnight. As the grader and teacher, he should be aware that emails would be flooding his inbox as the deadline approached. I sent one such email at 7:55PM. That's actually a bit early. Guess when I got a reply? How about, NEVER! So much crap. I think I'm going to drop the course. The one question I had was vital to my project, and I never got an answer. He's going to get a bad review.

Ugh, I'm really stressed out now. That Friday night took away most of my patience. It's gotten to the point where I bite my tongue in my sleep. It's making me talk funny.

I still have no plans for Spring Break. So far, it's all about going home and relaxing. Maybe schedule some appointments and a lunch or two. That's about it.

Some people suck. Only some.

Either way, I'm going to go to bed in about 2 hours, so I'm going to lay around for a little bit.