Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen, one of the finest musical works of our generation.

A stoner's favorite food...Pop Tarts. Just ask Rob. He knows. I swear, my stepbrother...I love him dearly, and despite the fact that the two of us are very close, but now I can't eat a Pop Tart without thinking of Rob and his leering, THC induced dopey grin...the same grin that crosses my face after an explosive orgasm. Speaking of orgasm, the delectable Sephiroth now graces my desktop. Keep in mind, I have no desire to have sex with any of the male gender, but if Sephiroth were a real being...could be fun. Nothing like having the pleasure of banging one of the highest generals in SOLDIER, a creation of Jenova, Hojo, and Lucrecia. I'll end there before I give my dissertation on the Jenova Project.

Moving right along, much to my dismay...I woke near 12, and called Wal-Mart. Apparently, since the hiring manager was out for a week, this week is a "catch-up" week, and so she'll be looking at apps next week. I have no time. Sorry. In my romp through town today, I dropped off the McApp and biked to Wal-Mart to see the hiring manager. However, I was stopped at the service desk and was told that if there was a job opening, I'd be called. Oi. Stupid red tape. Back here, then Modern World, and here until dinner, chatting with Britt, Chaos, April, Sarah, Will, Mom...6 IMs at once. Good fun. However, I needed to eat breakfast before the dining hall closed, so I snarfed and glimpsed inside Tolkien's mind, then back here for gaming, and chatting with Sarah and April, and this would go until, well, now. Now I sit here, mooching off Doug's wealth of music, and getting ready for bed.

Tomorrow...2 classes, laundry, then seeing my April! YAY!

Nighty night, all.

The Presidential Master Debate.

I reiterate: 8:30 AM is an ungodly hour of the morning. No matter what day it is. I got my test results in Weather and Climate--a B! Better than I expected, by a large margin. After class, snarfed on food, then back here where I did laundry and did some gaming, while doing more procuring of Doug's music. Because a power outage struck the ACC, which included the dining hall, dinner ended an hour early, so I decided to wait until April arrived so we could go to the Campus Store to grab munchies, but alas, the store was closed as a result of lack of power. April and I went to McHell, myself performing the stand-up comedic act of how my relationship with April came to be. After some sort-of food, back here, where I played a little FF7, and now here while April lies on my bed. Tomorrow morning, on to New Paltz.

Nighty night, all.