my three-hour stats class makes me want to gouge out my eyeballs with my mechanical pencil. a fate worse than knitting needles. 'nuff said.

up until and since then it's been a perfectly lovely day, right down to the crazy ohio weather. dr. del@at told us this morning that an iceberg just melted off somewhere up north (haha, i'm dumb), but it's days like this when a selfish part of you doesn't mind so much. days like february 25! crazy. also i decided i'm going to ask del@at to be my advisor on wednesday. for josh's benefit, that's the strange, tall, white-haired lady who conducted the post-terrorism attack discussion :)

as you can tell, this is going to be a rambling entry...

i was so worried about the team i would be placed in for this latest inane leadership project, because the other class which decided the groups put all the slackers together, all the dominant personalities, et cetera... i was so afraid i'd be in the slacker group, with jason and adam. but i really couldn't have asked for more - i'm working with lindsay, dorothy and jordan. i've worked with jordan before and he's kind of annoying to work on a paper with - he believes his greatest asset is his ability to turn five pages into ten just by adding a bunch of extra adjectives and repeating the same sentence over and over with different, big words. as a person who takes writing - not to mention her grade - very seriously, this is quite annoying. i worked with him and seth and i fought so hard to put a decent paper together but the two of them wanted the easy way out. that was not fun. idiots. but this time, with lindsay on my side we're not going to let jordan handle it that way. our topic is interesting (weapons proliferation) and i can more than stand my group, so i'm almost - gasp! - looking forward to doing this project.

and today, months after i decided against it, i finally told hiram that i'm stickin'. this guy was way easier to say no too that jerry 'ohhhh, but if you came here, you could have won a nobel prize...' ross. so that's that. letters from ed frato-sweeney (the coolest-named guy ever... sorry rip torn) will never come my way again. such is mango.

launch is my new pet. i'm training it to play all my favorite songs. it is quite cool - check it out if you're inclined.

and it all comes down to you - well you know that it does. lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice..
Fleetwood Mac