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econ is king of suck.

i hate it when you buy a bag of ranch Doritos (which you haven’t eaten since a few years ago), sit down in your semi-comfortable dorm chair and chow down. you close your eyes as the tangy morsels of flavor attack your tastebuds and enjoy the moment. then you look down and realize that you opened the bag upside down. doh!

if i ever become famously rich, one of my many homes will be on a train. wha wha? yeah. a train. it’ll be one of those luxury bullet trains that’ll zip around the world (once i network the globe with an intercontinental rail system) at my command. i can see it now…i’ll be sitting in my plush leather chair and deciding which country i’ll pass through and terrorize next. then after i decide, i’ll lean back in my seat and just sit there. yeah. sitting.

i was walking back to the room earlier today and they were doing some construction downstairs. i walked by this room that was being floored and as i passed by, i heard one of the construction guys yell “oh shit, i left my jacket on the other side!”

Pierre: you know somebody on thursday was trying to break into my car at barnes and noble. the good thing is that i saw the person before he left and got his license plate, he is in jail now. he did not steal anything, he just smashed my driver’s window, and tried to steal my new XM radio player. he took my whole dashboard apart. he must have seen me coming out and got scared and left. he just made a mess in my car. he is in jail right now. the damage came out to $390.00
Pierre: i am getting my car back on tuesday. right now i have to pay for it, but i am taking him to court and i will force him to pay for the damages
Pierre: i was punching the wall all fucking night long. i could not sleep either. now i have to buy an alarm system
Pierre: i worked really hard for my car, and i dont need this BS to happen anymore especially from a hispanic dip shit with his head stuck in his ass

people these days.

ah…just got back from U of I for CFC praise night. so yesterday Sun-Sun says that we plan to leave at 2pm but ended up really leaving at 6pm…figures. anyways, we get there around 8:30 and miss most of the praise night. oh well. i got to see a lot of old faces and everything so it was cool. ah…so tired.

so the other night i took the redcar (a taxi service for The University students that operates 11pm-2am) for the first time. i get on and there were about six other people on board, who all get dropped off. the driver takes the corners at 5mph and tries to ensure his passengers a safe and smooth ride. soon i’m the only passenger aboard and the driver starts receiving massive amounts of dispatches which in turn pisses him off. he starts FLOORING it everywhere whether it be around a corner or straight through a stop sign. to make a rather long and unpleasant story short, the driver had a bad case of road rage and i spent about 40 minutes on a redcar.

so earlier today i went to the 2003 Chicago auto show (pictures are up in the appropriate section) with Ken and Jessica. woo what fun. got tons of good stuff and pictures. ah…fun.

i was at Sbarro today and i picked up a straw with which to drink my high quality tasty beverage (Dr. Pepper). i unwrapped one end and this is what i saw.

sealed! it was like some sort of transparent plastic pixie stick! it figures that these bogus things only happen to me. doh.

so i spent freakin’ four hours last night trying to fix this little tiny error on my website and it JUST…WOULDN’T…DIE. it was like being trapped in a tiny room with a fat guy running around with pieces of chicken taped to his head screaming “apu-pu-pu-pu-pu.” i almost tore my hair out. i hate coding.