butijustwanttopostacomment: June 2005

but I've never been to a strip club before...

Fluid Mechanics is going well. Someone exploded a 6” PVC pipe in the lab today. Now, I just have to fake the death of a relative so I can take the midterm early and spend a week coaxing Danger Rides toward Boston. We saw Lorenzo Goetz last night. Not bad, but not too good, either. Played tennis for the second time. I still suck, but it’s a lot of fun. Ooh, it’s hot out. I think I’ll go to the pool. Can I get into IMPE without my i-card? (I lost it with my wallet and wasn’t planning to replace it.) See you in Peoria.

It would be nearly impossible to create a mathematical model to analyze the airflow around something as complex as a bird, so one technique uses fine lines of smoke created by resistive heat in oil-coated wires. I thought this picture was pretty neat.

I can't say enough about sushi county. It's cheap and awesome.

I should be in class right now.

In preparation for the wedding, I went tanning for the second time in my life. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. There are parts of a man’s body that just aren’t meant to be sunburned. Yow! So, yeah, did the whole wedding thing. It went pretty smoothly aside from a Lutheran ex-pastor gone alzheimered truck driver uncle interrupting the wedding vows to give the Catholic bride some sort of pamphlet. Good ol’ religion, always causing problems. Jenn’s parents? Whoa! I went in with the usual have to try to speak eloquently and act responsible for the p’s attitude and quickly realized that the only way I would ever pry myself into their good graces was to get totally shitfaced with them. Before the night was over, I licked spilled beer off Jenn’s sister’s arm and grinded on her mom. Wakeup, brunch, waverunner, bocce, horseshoes, noodles, forest preserve, light-up frisbee, Urbana: Spencer hit my car. I only know this because he told me yesterday. I still haven’t gone out to the driveway to look at it, though. Actually, maybe I’ll go out there now and post a picture of it… …Nothing postworthy. The bumper is ever-so-slightly dented and has a small scratch. That’s good, I guess.

Allow me to spread some drama...

We went to The Office for the Monday night hippie blues jam-band thing again. I'm not complaining; I like it. Hippies are typically pretty friendly and they take the heat off of me for usually being the smelliest person in the bar. You know how there's always that sort of ghetto crowd in the corner, though? Last night, some psycho thunder monkey (that's Dogtownian for fat chick) smashed a pint glass over a guy's head, then stabbed him in the face with it. After he got himself off of the floor, he was really confused and paced around the bar squirting blood everywhere for a minute or so. It took a doctor to actually think to call an ambulence. They stopped serving drinks and sent everybody out the door within a half hour or so. Monday nights will never be the same at our home away from home.

Kelly, can I build a (portable) ramp for the end of your dock? I think that would occupy me for the rest of the summer; That is, if Gubba doesn't mind a mumbling fool stumbling around her yard all the time. Jenn and I are going back up to Lake Geneva for a wedding this coming weekend. Her friends from home hung out with us last night and Tommy peed on their car. It's only 10:00 and Hofmann is sleeping on our couch. I just found some chocolate pudding snacks that had been in my hot trunk for over a month. Do you think they're still good?

Back in Champaign...

Nothing to rave about. Nothing to bitch about. Nothing to do, at all. If I had a hill with a lake at the bottom and a child's size bike, I wouldn't be sitting at my computer right now. My class started today and it's nothing to write about. My midterm falls right smack in the middle of the road trip of the century, but I'll find a way to make this work. Thanks for bringing all of my stuff home from kb's, everyone. Does anyone else itch? We're going to see Kings of Dogwood (?) tonight. I have no idea what it's about and I'm looking forward to it. It's 5:55. Shower time.

Hide! Sarah's coming!

Schneider Shuffle.

Mora and I watched the sunrise together. Oh, yeah, Will and Erich were there, too.

He's not the only one.

I guess I didn't take too many pictures this weekend. It was difficult to keep a camera on me when I was falling down and we were riding little kid's bikes into the lake.

This dog drinks more pee than Tommy Angelini.

Thanks to everyone in the wallet search party. I still haven't found it.

Damn't, the sun just came up.

It always does this. At least it could wait until I've gone to bed. Cut the whole working thing out of my day for tomorrow/today.

Back to the 'Ville

I'm going/coming home tomorrow/today. I just can't hang with the boozing we've been doing around here. I think I'll stop into the old office and push some buttons for a couple hours, and then I'm up for whatever you city folk are doing. My brother turns 11 on D-day and I'm giving him a kick-ass German board game and Tommy's old skimboard (thanks, dude). Murphy's took Holla Back Girl off of the jukebox because Tommy was doing too much "stomping around." Who would've thought? Jenn comes back Wednesday morning. Are you guys playing in that softball league on Friday before you go up to Kelly's place? Can I play?

Graduation present? C'mon, guys. Pull together.

I thought I'd post this one in the spirit of going home: Richard George Karch (the neighbor that you girls got the movies from while I was upstairs falling asleep in the hallway with my pants around my ankles).