One week off?
This was supposed to be a week off and then Summer 1 would begin. Then why do I feel like I'm working just as hard during my time off as I have been working during my time when I'm supposed to be working? I really don't understand this sometimes.

I managed to get the syllabus up for Dr. Kuersten's class today. Aside from that, I've been doing little things here and there just to keep afloat. It seems really strange sometimes.

Tomorrow is Saturday which I'm hoping will actually be a day where I don't have to do anything of importance. I need to do a load of wash (just haven't had time). I actually made it to a store today (Mr. B's) and bought five pairs of pants. I'll be honest; I haven't bought a new pair of pants in a long time. Now, I just have to wait for them to alter them so I'll be able to wear them. Seems no one makes clothing of a size that fits little lego spacemen.

I have my fish tank all ready to put together now. Then, the only thing I'll be lacking will be...let's see...what's the one thing you need for a fish tank to be a fish tank...um...fish? Yeah, I still need to get fish.

I had a strange interaction with a woman at the store today. I was being my usual flippant self, and at some point I began to realize the conversation was turning a bit serious. It was kind of bizarre actually. For some reason, she was taking me WAY too seriously. A few seconds later, I started to realize the conversation went beyond joking into the mysterious world of flirting. So, like any American male, I suddenly turned stupid. That's not the first time that has ever happened. I do just fine right up until I realize the woman might be really interested. Then I suddenly forget how to form sentences.

When I got home, my stuffed penguin started yelling at me. Those kinds of things really bother him, being the party animal that he is.

Stumble It!