You never know what you'll find

I'm reaching behind the headboard of the twin bed, trying to join the cell phone charger plug with the outlet, when I realize the pillow I'm leaning on, at the head of the bed, is resisting way too much for any standard pillow. I back off, phone charger still in hand, and pat the pillow to feel if it is really a pillow, or if it has magical stiffening powers like wet corn starch, but only when pressed harshly. The pillow gives, and I decide I am crazy. Up again and around the headboard I go, only to meet the same resistance when leaning into the pillow. Not nearly as surprised this time, and tossing aside my crazy verdict, I pick up the pillow, which weighs significantly more than I last remember, and seems to be hard and flat on the bottom face. I toss the pillow aside, hard side up, and my mother walks by the bedroom, so I ask what the hell she put in a pillow.

"The laptop."

Ah yes. The laptop. My "old" IBM laptop is now my parents', and she decided to store it in the pillow for the duration of our "vacation". When I asked why she didn't tell me it was in there, she said she did tell me. This doesn't revert anything I have done, leaning into it or tossing it aside, although now I am glad it was in a pillow so at least I didn't actually toss aside a laptop onto the nearby boxes in the room.

This is par for the course in this house.

I'm highly doubting this New Year's will be anything near exciting, although I'll take dull over disappointing anytime. I feel guilty having fun when I have work to do, especially when that work can/will affect several years of life. I should write a lot of something tonight and get three applications done by Thursday. Damn you, Stanford, and your early deadlines. I'll likely spend a good portion of tomorrow in the library as well, since that wireless access quadruples my efficiency.

I watched Idiocracy this evening and laughed my ass off while fearing for this country and the world. I have some grand view of how other countries aren't going in the stupid direction like the U.S. might be, but I have no logical basis for that view, only optimism. That movie made me want to go fuck smart men and have their children, but then I regained my composure and remembered that trying to out-procreate dumb people is a futile war and will only end in me losing my marvelous figure. That's right, pride brought me back from the brink of world domination. The movie is funny, and I can say that especially since a lot of the dumb people exhibit redneck characteristics that I witness everyday here in the South. I'm sure they weren't implying anything.

Having sex is incredibly beneficial as long as you're in a healthy, stable, monogamous relationship. Sign me the hell up. Best argument I've read yet for premarital relations.

My new almost best hangout

I'm in a public library. The last time this happened was sometime in July when Leslie and I went to the Berkeley Public Library to wait while her photos were developed. Other big university libraries don't count. They are socialization places. This place is quiet.

It also has wireless internet access. With speed. For free.

I was about to write on here about how much I love this place, but then I tried to open a page for Meebo, and was DENIED because it is a chat/IM site, which violates something about the principles of the wireless internet access at this library. Because I couldn't be having educational discussions with a friend who can't speak, no, I'd have to be cybering with every 18+ person in the country. Either way, it saves my fingers from exhaustion. So this place will have to settle for being my almost best hangout.

On a much more boring note, I'm really here to work on graduate school applications. I'm convinced that the dial-up access at home knows I'm trying to put it out of commission, so today it decided to disconnect at an inopportune time -- in the middle of a credit card transaction to send transcripts to schools. The second time through, it worked fine, but the trust had been broken, so now I'm here instead. Take that, 46k-on-a-good-day.

I was down to 143 pounds when I got on the scale on Friday. Kind of scary if you ask me, although I'm sure many of those pounds are muscle. And that makes me sad. So now I'm faced with a petty choice: do I go for the 137 that my driver's license still says, or do I go back to my normal workout regimen that will likely require more food? I know as soon as Matt reads this, he'll tell me the number doesn't matter, but I think I look a good seven pounds thinner than I was back in Clemson. And I like it, even if the new pants I have don't fit as well now. They make belts. I do miss the gym and weight training. I wonder if I could do both...without getting scary looking (either too thin or too toned). I'm not sure how to write that into a New Year's Resolution. I'll work on it.

Apathy wins

[written December 27, 2007, a little after midnight]

Reflection on the trip to NY...
No one changed much since I saw them last year. The youngest cousin got slightly quieter, but other than that, everybody was still their normal selves. I behaved quite differently by adopting an apathetic and passive mindset for the extent of our stay. Instead of making futile efforts to change things, I decided to back off and save my energy. It worked well; I was much less stressed out than my parents. I see no point in getting upset over people who we can’t change – not because it’s impossible for them to change, just because for now, at least, there’s a complete lack of motivation to do so on their parts. Having my bed in my own room of the house was a nice surprise, although having the room in the center of the main floor made sleeping late a little more difficult than I’d like. I’ll take what I can get – late nights with no one around to bother me. This allowed for writing time, relaxation, phone conversations, and general overall privacy that I normally don’t get when we’re here. Interpersonal relations within the family seemed more subdued than in recent years; perhaps everybody got their yelling out of the way before we came up, or maybe everyone was just tired. That’s not to say there wasn’t yelling, just significantly less than I remember from past visits. I’ll say it now and hopefully it’ll stay true forever: I’m never letting other family members (or anyone for that sake) live in my house, once I acquire one. I’ll help people pay for a place of their own before I let them plop their belongings down on my own land. My mother and I went next door to see Ms. P, who has known my grandmother for quite some time and is a couple years younger than she. It’s sad to see how people deteriorate over the years. I don’t know if she’s been diagnosed with any mental illness, but she sure repeats herself a lot more than I remember. In spite of going senile, I think growing older is still a good alternative to dying. I hope my dad’s genes can win out and I can act more like him as I get older, instead of like my mother. It worries me to think of how I’ll be in a few decades, but if I spent my time worrying, I’d never have fun, and I wouldn’t be able to avoid the destiny, so for now I’ll leave that can of worms alone.

For the future...
I think when I live where it’s safe to walk, I’ll resolve to walk every day for half an hour to an hour or so. Even if it rains. Walking in the rain can be a good time with the right company, and probably by that time I’ll have a dog, so even if no one’s there to go with me, the dog might be willing. Do dogs mind the rain? I know they smell bad when they’re wet, but that’s not too big of a deterrent to me. Well, if the dog wanted to go, he could walk with me. Or run. Running in the rain is great, provided my shoes have good enough traction.

Bitching, etc.
I wish they’d all quit smoking. Five of the people who were around the house here are smokers, and even though they go outside to do it, it still reeks on them when they come back in. Of course, by now I’ve become a victim of whatever that psychology term is, conditional response or something, and I associate cigarette smoke with Ellie, and because she’s so awesome, that first association is a positive one. I’ll break that soon enough since I won’t be in Clemson anymore. I hate Spongebob Squarepants. My little cousin voluntarily watches that show continuously and I can’t stand the voices or songs or characters. I am relieved that we are leaving and I won’t have to see that stupid cartoon for a long time. I really hope we get that Comcast package deal, but sadly I just can’t see it happening.

On a more personal note...
If you didn’t get a card this Christmas, it’s because I was a lazy Grinch and didn’t send any out. Please don’t take it personally. I’ll do better next year. My mom bought Fluxx for me while we were out shopping a couple days ago. It’s a card game. I’d love to play with some people some time. *yawn* It’s almost 1:00 in the morning and I still need to pack things and get ready for bed. I hope the holidays treated you well and that the New Year brings good fortune to you. Resolutions sometime.

So many days away

Holy moly, I'm back.

Miss me?

Introducing KiWii

Since we're going to be in New York for Christmas, my parents decided that I should open my presents before we left. My mom had picked out some nice clothes for me, but the main event was, as hoped for since sometime earlier this year...

The Wii!

I'm not going to play it before we leave for New York because I have to pack and it'd just be sad to set it up and leave it sitting there while we were away. So I will sleep happily knowing that it's there for me when I come back home.

The only drawback of the evening came just after I calmed down from the excitement of opening the Wii (my mom put it in a bigger box so I wasn't sure what was in there).

My mom says, "Well, there's one thing that I forgot to mention..."

Me: "What?"

Mom: "Well, you know that game you got over Thanksgiving?"

Me: "Super Mario Galaxy? Yeah?"

Mom: "Uh, well, see, I put it away...and now I can't remember where I put it."

My mother has a habit of "putting stuff away" because "somebody might break in and steal it." This wasn't completely unexpected, but she has a pretty good memory for where she hides things. I have no idea where she put it, and since she said she moved it somewhere, then it got moved with other stuff to another place, I don't know how long it'll take to find it.

Until then, I'll be quite happy getting to know my new Wii, which I will (appropriately?) name "KiWii" once I get it hooked up.

Loose ends and deliciousness

Even though I'm headed back to Clemson in a couple days, I said my goodbyes as much as I could before I left today. I'll miss the people more than the place, but there sure are some nice sights around that campus. I'm not sure where I'll end up in the fall, or later on in life, but if I'm within day-trip range of Clemson, I'll certainly stop by a few times a year just to see what's changed and take in the glorious surroundings. If I'm out of day-trip range, I guess I'll have to stay for a weekend.

The drive home was pretty nice, except for the wind, but that was really a blessing since it's impossible to zone out when I'm constantly having to readjust the steering wheel position to compensate for the changing wind (with turns and such). There was no slowing down, I just realized. I was flying at over 75 for most of the way, only down to maybe 60 behind a truck before I could escape into the left lane and leave him in my sedan's dust. When I started my car to leave for home, the SRS light came on and stayed on -- not a good thing. I worried about that, but there wasn't much I could do except not crash so I did that and got home safely.

Friday I made a pretty amazing dessert. You may have seen a link to a recipe for cookie-topped brownie bars on an earlier post. I didn't follow that recipe, but I think the result was similar. I could tell you how I made them, or I could tell you how I think they could have been made better, and I think the second option is quicker:

Recipe:
1 box dark chocolate brownie mix (for 13 x 9" pan), prepared accordingly
1 roll of chocolate chip cookie dough
1/2 bar Hershey's special dark chocolate bar, chopped into small chunks (for brownies)

Mix chocolate bar chunks into brownie batter. Cover baking pan with aluminum foil and grease (a lot! lots of grease!). Pour brownie batter into the pan and bake for about 10 minutes fewer than the recommended cooking time. Make sure that the brownies do not fully cook, but that they are not still liquid-y. While they are baking, open the cookie dough roll and press onto wax paper or around the inside of a mixing bowl with a spatula or roller, forming large pieces of flattened cookie dough. Make sure you have enough to cover the entire pan. When the brownies are half-done, take them out and carefully (but speedily) lay the cookie dough pieces on top of the brownies. Spread evenly and connect everything together (this can also be done a few minutes into the next bake) so it's one solid cookie on top. Bake until both layers are cooked but not overdone. I have no idea how long this will take, as it took probably twenty minutes longer than the recommended bake time for the brownies (insert long thermodynamic explanation). Lots of checking and poking are required. In order to make sure the layers bind to each other, you may want to poke through the cookie layer into the brownie layer with a toothpick or larger gauge device to ensure a large surface area for binding. Bake until the cookie part looks barely done. Allow to cool and then lift out of pan (use good aluminum foil -- mine was crappy and tore all over the place) and set on the counter for a little more cooling. You can cut them prior to taking them out of the pan, or after, whatever you think will be easier. The ones I made were really sticky and moist, so I had to separate them in order to serve them without it being a mess.

They were delicious. I hope you can make and enjoy them, too. *grin*

My cat did not run to see me, but she does not run much anymore, so the purring was more than enough of a greeting. She is getting so thin, which is even more striking to us (the family) because we know how fat and happy she used to be. Now she is thin and weak, unable to do things she used to do (play wildly, jump up to chairs without looking sad), but I think she is still happy. She will be 18 on February 17th. Best Valentine's Day present ever, that cat.

Good morning, radiance

After a week of pretty awesome weather, including sunny warmth to the point of bikini-clad women sunning themselves, December seems to have reestablished itself, even if not as a dreadfully cold month, but just a dreadful month in the form of dreary, lingering wetness.

That's not to say the weather is getting me down. Last night was awesome. Lack of details relates to my desire to keep my high moral standing. Although there was talk of a graph that I'll probably draw and post at a later time.

Today I'm going to pack up everything and do some light cleaning in the apartment. Tomorrow I'm heading home.

I should get on that...in the mean time, I hope you feel great:

Blast from the past (past = 2004?)

Adios, undergraduate world

I finished my inorganic chemistry final exam about one hour before our time expired, and even though I only had to earn about 50% of the points to get an A in the class* it felt challenging. Hopefully it'll all work out. Oh hey, speaking of working out, I did that today. It's been so long and I missed that gym like an old friend who moved away last year. I finally got to use the resistance band that my physical therapist gave me, and got in some weight training. I didn't fall too far back during my absence, but I'll look into getting a schedule together next year. Resolution suggestions, anyone?


My main research report is finished, and I have no idea how the grading on that thing is done, or how much of my grade it is worth, or anything, really. I'm hoping it will reflect on my effort, and that the rest of my grade will be awesome because I tried really hard to be a good lab worker this semester.

I dropped $100 on transcripts today. Transcripts here are so annoyingly expensive. I guess the free visit(s) to graduate school(s) in the spring will make up for the fees, but for now I'm still bitter.

A lot of this stress has been dissolving away in the past couple of days. I've gotten confirmation on recommendation letters, and have been looking into research groups excitedly. Admittedly, this should have been all finished about a month ago, but who's counting? Oh right, the graduate admissions people.


It's finally starting to feel like "the holiday season" to me. I can't believe I'm going home in two days. I'm sad to leave, though, since I'm not sure when I'll see most of my friends here again. Ellie left this morning on a plane. I said goodbye to her yesterday in lab. Sad. Our schedules didn't line up this week so we didn't get a chance to do anything like we'd planned. Things like that motivate me to come back to see people in the spring if I can find the time.

I feel good. Not sad, lonely, depressed, or anything like I felt last weekend. Small but meaningful accomplishments this week have helped dispel those emotions. I told Betsy I am always amazed at the kindness of people, especially those who are unaware that anything might be wrong. I'm still grateful.

*provided my professor doesn't give me a failing grade on my research paper

Baked goods

For Friday night? We'll see...it sure sounds good.

Priorities

Things I should do: Finish my research report, study for my final exam (on Friday), complete graduate applications, sleep, eat, win, graduate

Things I should not do: Waste time blogging, go crazy, fail

I fail at throwing rocks, win at waffles

First, a forgotten something from yesterday's WTF Monday:


Yes! It's really got curves! (It's a Wheat Thin. These things are usually strictly planar and rectangular in nature)

Okay, and moving on...

Today was pretty amazing.

Things that there were:
Talking
German music
Rock throwing
Roosters
Other birds with pretty names
Cows
Water
Silence
Peace
Picture taking
Boats
Driving
French Fries



Things that there weren't:
Drama
Depression
Good maps
Bad timing

Then later I went out to Texas Roadhouse with Betsy. Good food with good company = awesome.

p.s. I don't think there's anything really wrong in my head. I think I just need some time. Some stress-free time.

p.p.s. For Adam:


It usually says "Clemson House" because that's the name of the building, but tonight "Clemson" was not lit up, so it just said "House." I couldn't help myself.

WTF Monday: The path we've chosen

I'm not usually a basher of all-things-American, but here, in this post, I think that's all I'm going to focus on. I still think this country is awesome in many, many ways, but lately I've noticed some things and thought I live here? And not in a good way. Sorry, this is no revelation "In awe of the world" posts. There's a reason these posts aren't called I HEART THE WORLD Mondays.

So, happy WTF Monday, let's begin with a favorite topic of mine: How dumb can we get?

Case in point: Monopoly with electronic banking

The problem: Marketing this game in the U.S. where a lot of children (and many adults!) already have issues with math. So now we're promoting this game that I really enjoy and taking away a simple, but helpful, task that used to be involved in playing it: counting money. I don't know how this whole "electronic banking" thing works, but if it's always honest, then that just takes away part of the fun of Monopoly anyway.

The bottom line: People need to be able to count to make sure they aren't getting screwed over when they're a) giving money away, b) receiving payment, c) receiving change

In addition: The girl in the commercial really bothers me. Man, I hate this commercial:




Now we've got some (literally) bigger problems on our hands. We're fat. As a country, I mean. And yet we keep coming up with ways to make ourselves fatter faster.

Case in point: Sonic's Mac & Cheese Snacks, et al

The problem: While it's continuously amazing how many things we can find to portion into bite-size amounts and fry so they are "pop-able," this is getting a little ridiculous. The cafeteria where I normally eat sometimes has these "corn poppers," and my goodness they are delicious. So my point is definitely not "these fried-everythings are disgusting." It's more the concept that turns me off. Sonic also has these "cheesecake bites," and I'm sure everyone by now has had fried cheese in some form. I couldn't believe my ears when Jay Leno made a joke about fudge-covered Oreos a while ago. The point is that we keep wanting more grease/fat/calories in our food, and I'm not sure why. Like we just can't bite things off anymore? I'm a big fan of poultry drumsticks, so this "bite size" thing makes food seem a lot less challenging. Forgive me, but tearing off a piece of meat with my own teeth makes me feel human. Even using a knife makes me feel human. But popping back a chicken nugget? Eh, doesn't do much for me.

The bottom line: Try to eat things that aren't bite-sized + deep fried once in a while.

The other day I was studying at the library and noticed some books stacked up next to the computer I was using. Know what the books were about?

Deforestation.

Really. Were the publishers really thinking what I imagined? As long as we print enough copies, we will always have a market.

Not much to say about that, I was just dumbfounded.

Last, but not least, in a society where getting laid and acting like you "want some" seem to be the cool things to do, I was surprised to find an unlikely venue that had actually become less "slutty," if you will, in its endeavors.

Facebook. Yes, the #1 I'm-Trying-So-Hard-to-Be-MySpace culprit surprised me in a good way. I was looking at the profile editing options and noticed that the "Looking for" options had been reduced to "Friendship," "Dating," "A Relationship," and the new "Networking." Nowhere to be found were "Random play," and its partner in casual crime, "Whatever I can get."

WTF? Is Facebook cleaning itself up?

I guess it just has so many "Applications" these days that people don't bother looking for things like random play.

In search of a good lamp

Have you ever done something that seems pretty dumb over and over again without real reason, and then discovered there might be reason behind your seemingly stupid actions?

I can now say that I have.

I try not to let the screwed-up sleep cycle show on here, by avoiding posting after midnight on most nights, etc., but for several weeks now I've basically been beating my biological clock to death with a baseball bat. I get between three and six hours of sleep each night during the week, sometimes take multiple-hour naps during the week, frequently stay up late without real reason (not doing work during this time), and sleep like crazy on the weekends (8-11 hours at a time).

I was researching light therapy as an alternative treatment for depression, and one article just happened to mention something else that I wasn't expecting:

Terman and other researchers studying treatments based on biological rhythms describe their findings in an upcoming Psychological Medicine.

They report that a night of sleep deprivation, like light therapy, is a quick-acting antidepressive. In some tests, nearly two-thirds of people with major depression feel much better within hours of staying awake for a whole night or even for just the second half of a night, Terman and his colleagues say.

from here

I don't think I'm hardcore enough to stay up the entire night, though. Part of me thinks sleep deprivation "treatment" is stupid because the people just don't have enough energy to devote to being depressed after staying up all night, but I'm no expert.

The article goes on to say that a regular sleep cycle is very beneficial for treating depression, so maybe I should just suck it up and go to bed earlier and get up when my alarm goes off at 6:30 no matter what day it is. Today I got up a little after 9:00 which was pretty good considering I went to bed after 2:00 this morning.

This time I had a fairly good reason for staying up late. A guy who was reading my blog messaged me through that little Meebo box and we ended up talking about all kinds of things for over an hour. It was quite a good variety of conversation topics, and I had to admit I hadn't covered so many different things in one sitting without fighting over at least one of them.

Don't make it political, just laugh

The following link to an article/video is hilarious. Watch the guy behind Ackerman as he's speaking. Yes, this article/video deals with the don't ask, don't tell policy of the military, but that isn't what this post is about. This is about how funny Ackerman's remarks are, and the guy behind him trying to keep it together.

Link: Platoon!

What kind of envy?

(Warning: This post contains the word "penis")

We're sitting in the lab office and one of the guys says women have penis envy. I told him, "I don't have penis envy, but I do have pee-standing-up envy."

"They have things that let you do that," one of the ladies chimed in. How convenient.

The guy still insisted that we were envious of men and their penises. I had to contest, "I think boobs are a lot better to have than a dick."

"Yeah," the guy admitted, "boobs are pretty nice. And they don't smell like feet by the end of the day."

Me: "Not normally."

____

And then later, the same guy was talking about having his wife come pick him up from the lab so they could go get some dinner. He said he'd have to call and "re-wake her up," which got some laughs from the people standing around.

"Hey, I don't blame her," I said, "I'd rather be sleeping right now, too."

"Are you serious?" another guy asked, "If you could be doing anything right now it would be sleeping?"

And I swear, at the same time, the other girl there and I both said, "If we could be doing anything right now it sure wouldn't be sleeping!"

The girl literally ran over and hugged me to show her joy at the shared thought. It was hilarious.

"Come on, dude," I said, "Of course we wouldn't be sleeping if we could be doing anything. But I'm talking realistically, of the things I could be doing, sleeping's pretty high up there right now."

So, Adam, could I be more charged? No. I think not.

Here today, no encore

Sometimes I am caught off guard by nature's beauty. Stuck in my own world of music and plans, replayed conversations and mental lists, I am shocked into happy awareness as these beautiful leaves shine before me.

I wonder what people think when I stop and take pictures of trees or buildings or lights or traffic. I wonder, and then I stop caring, and just enjoy the subject matter. I can never believe my luck, having the sun shining without obstruction, the clear sky, the lack of other pedestrians around me. Sometimes, things fall together.

Fall reminds me how temporary some things can be.

I keep asking myself, "How many more times will I see this?"

The colors hide all spring and summer behind the green.

Only venturing forth at the finale.

Sometimes I just happen to be
at the right place at the right time.

Ready for takeoff

Today I had to talk with my adviser about the deadline for my undergraduate research paper I hadn't realized was so soon. Why? I hadn't heard about the deadline. I went to ask him about it and he said he didn't know how I hadn't gotten the email, but a quick search through his Sent box led him to the lack of my name on the To: list. I asked for an extension and he was nice enough to grant me it. His reasoning for leaving me off the recipient list?

"I guess I just think of you as one of my grad students."

Wow. I guess I'm holding my own in the lab.

Clear cut?

In a recent comment, Paul the Awesome commented "It's actually not hard to tell if you are male or female," and instead of getting into some crazy debate about that, I'd rather just share this with you...

...and let you form your own opinions. I can't decide whether it's amazing or creepy or amazing + creepy.

Real writing sometime; if you got some now it would be about this incredibly real dream I had while napping today. Have I ever dreamed about hardcore drug use before? If I have, it was never as scary as this was. I wasn't into the meth, but the people I lived with were. Thanks, Nip/Tuck, for that dream idea.

I don't know if it's my unconscious or subconscious mind, but one or both of them is still in obvious disagreement with my conscious mind that people are inherently good and don't mean harm to others (in this case, others = me). I'm not sure how to approach this problem except with the weapon of Time, and we all know how slow that mofo is.

Wake up and smell reality

This is dead-on-balls accurate, and fucking hilarious:

Get with the program.

(don't miss the hover-over text)

________________

Hey Facebook, I'm glad you let people decide not to specify their sex, but it'd be even cooler if you could conjugate verbs correctly so we don't all come up like this on our friend's feeds:


This might just be an English language problem, since we don't have a "humane" sexless pronoun ("it" is only acceptable for species "lower" than humans, like everything else that exists).

Grateful with a dash of humor

I'm so grateful. I'm so very, very grateful.

All that stuff I wrote about back on the day the ceiling fell in has mostly resolved itself. Nothing could be done about my great uncle's death, but my parents made it to and from the wake/funeral without harm. My great aunt had her ankle fixed, and while we haven't heard any news about it, I think I'm going to assume that's a good thing. My aunt who was in the hospital with a cracked skull is in a rehabilitation facility where she's getting constant care and will hopefully gain back a lot of normal function. My suicidal cousin is being home-schooled. Guy who cut me out of his life is at least trying to make it possible for us to communicate on some limited basis, and I hopefully get to see him once more before I leave for home. My knee is healing and functioning very well despite the residual swelling. People have generally been amazing and have spent quality time with me when I've needed that kind of care.

As horrible as I may sound on here sometimes, I really am thankful for countless things, and I manage to maintain my positive outlook on life. I think it's lame to just write "I'm feeling great" if I don't have specific things to talk about, which means there's almost automatically a misrepresentation on here about my life. It's easy to write and rant about crappy things happening (Blogger recognizes "crappy" as a real word, I love it), and provided it doesn't get too petty, immature, whiny, or repetitive, I think it can be a healthy outlet. But who likes reading about how fucking spectacular someone's life is all the time? That's just unrealistic. So I think more bad stuff gets put on here than actual awesome stuff. It's really late and I'm rambling about misrepresenting myself. This topic is inherently lame.


To make up for that last paragraph, here is a graph (no para):


Legend:
A: Long conversation with the parents
B: Game/movie night with friends
C: Night with friends involving alcohol, videogames, and Peanut Butter Jelly Time
D: Bow chicka wow wow
E: Video game tournament lasting way too long into the morning
F: Undefined as of yet, hopefully more bow chicka wow wow