So the end of the semester draws near, which means finals are coming up. The only good thing about finals is that they end, and when they do it is party time! For those of you who are interested (which is probably none of you) I have plans for this summer. Almost enough plans that I could call the summer already “booked” and over with. After finals (after next week) I get to try to kill a turkey for a few days. Then the Nikkinator and I leave for Cancun for 2 weeks. When we get back I have about 10 more days to try to kill a turkey before the hunt ends. Bog and I will be starting to study General Relativity together because we’re apparently not geeky enough already. Also, I’ll be taking two normal summer classes (Writing for Scientists and Engineers online and Ethics and values on campus) which will surely prove to be utterly boring and will force me into conversation with people i have no desire to conversationalizeinger with. Also, this summer I plan to do a bunch of work on my rock crawler and have it to a testable point by fall. Top that off with the usual summer time activities like camping and such, and you’ve got one packed summer vacation. And now for something completely different. Since everyone is getting out of school and will need some way to drain all the brainy goo from their heads, I suggest a LAN party/Barbeque. I don’t know when or where, but I think it sounds like a good way to celebrate another semester gone by. Speak up if’n ya’ll want to set up something like that. Anyway, just wanted to say hi, so feel greeted you!!!
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I fully support a BBQ/Party. If people are willing to drive to Payson I'd be happy to provide the location.
LAN/BBQ = Good
I'll drive to hell and back for a party. I love things that interrupt my complete and undying boredom :) And if those things happen to include food...well, forget about it!
OH MY GOSH HEATHER!!! I can't believe you just said that. Payson has always been synonymous with Hell and since you can't stay you'll have to drive back. Furthermore the old Nickname of me being Satan (having a dwelling in Hell) has just become a little more accurate. Thanks for providing that blast from the past. Chris will surely appreciate this one.
Payson may have been synonymous with Hell in the past, However now that I live there I quite enjoy it and would like to go on the record as saying Payson is a lovely place. :P
Oh no, it sucks. Everyone stay away. There's nothing here for you. It's all for us!
Heather forgot something in her calculations. She has to pay for gas! So she won't really drive to hell and back, she'll selectively drive on occasion. :D
Woe unto the liar for he thrust down to Payson! (I find that even funnier than Chris, that actually started with Erika...)
Dave has a LAN party planned for his birthday, but more LAN is always good. I request a Friday so I won't have to get up early the next day. And not Friday May 4th. That is all.
Doobie doobie doooo!! WAFFLES!
Oh the geeking! For anyone else interested in diving into Special and General Relativity 1). You're nuts. 2). Let me know and we'll see if we can work out a time to get together that works for all of us. Be warned, it is extreemly mathematical.
Also, yay lanning.
You know me. LAN parties give me the happiness, the adrenaline rush, and the sense of euphoria I need to get through life. So they are pretty much the closest thing I'm getting to sex and in turn I'm up for them pretty much anytime.
And now for something completely different.
Being that this is Shawn's blog I find it necessary to totally go off topic and say that SLEEP-CENTER STUDIES SUCK! After participating in my one and only study Monday night to find out why I can't sleep right, I can whole-heartedly say that if you feel the need to find out why you don't sleep right, find some other way to find out because this shit can't possibly help. (Might I recommend heavy doses of NyQuil instead)
When I got there at 9:00 PM I was tired/ready to go to bed. I got in my pajamas and they attach all of these sensors to your head, legs, and specifically your face. Once they connect the sensors, they attach them to what I like to call a hub that is attached to a harness that goes around your torso. Now if you think that it would be easy to sleep in said condition, I say 'Nay'. Then came the bomb-shell (especially for someone like me). They told me that I can't sleep on my side and that I should keep the 'hub' as still as possible through the night. Great; Fabulous even. So I decide to make the most of it because I am tired. About 30 minutes after the lights go out, I'm on the virge of losing consciousness (which is good). Just then a nurse comes in the room and says that she needs to adjust my harness. Somewhat subconsciously I take in a breath and let it out audibly and staggardly through my teeth with my lips closed. (Think of horses.) As I attempted to fall back asleep I realized that the word 'adjust' in her vocabulary means 'to tighten'. As I try to regain the sleep that had eluded me, I realize that I'm constantly being woken up by my gasping for air. It takes me a couple of tries to realize that it hurts to take in a deep breath and that my harness is too tight. By this time it is 2:00 AM. So after the escapade of trying to get the nurses attention and having her loosen the harness, I'm actually making a conscious effort to fall asleep so that they can have a good reading of what my body does at night. It was at this time that I was in the most hellish of hells. For those of you who are side-sleepers, you will be able to understand my feelings here. When you are told that you can only sleep on your back and you do it for 3 to 4 hours, your body becomes the most painful/uncomfortable place to exist at that moment in time. So I do what any person in my situation would try to do. Find a position (while still on my back) that will give me enough relaxation to be able to fall asleep. For those of you playing the home game, this requires movement. After playing the "guess which position my body can stand to relax in" game for a while, I hear this voice over the speaker in my room: "Mr. Str******, please stop moving." In my mind's eye I could see myself commiting homicide to the nurse who said that and to any witnesses that may be present and then going through all the episodes of CSI in my head to try and hide all of the evidence. So I end up just laying there in the most uncomfortable position I can get to, motionless for about 3 and a half hours. It is in this time I'm able to realize where mental illness can stem from. Graciously, I'm able to get in some light sleep (you know the kind where you're asleep but any sound louder than a mouse farting wakes you up). Needless to say I'm woken up at 6:00 AM and the nurse, who has been watching the monitors all night, has the nerve to say "How did you sleep?" To which I reply "Like New York." Somewhat puzzled she doesn't take the time to think about the implied Frank Sinatra joke as she removes the sensors from my face. By the way, the glue they used on my face was water-soluble, but it really did not play nice with facial hair when she pulled the sensor out. As I go to wash my hair and face of the gunk, I thought to myself "what if they didn't get good data" or "what if they didn't find anything". So when I'm heading out the door I pose said questions to the nurse who basically replies "It's alright. We'll just schedule you for another sleep study." To which I nearly had an aneurysm like Lewis Black was talking about. It wasn't bad enough that my insurance wouldn't pay more than jack squat of this bill (To tell you the truth I can now see why) but the fact that I had to spend $2000 on this torture that, now I find out, may not have found anything really gets me to a whole new level of pissed off that I've not ever experienced before.
So...LOL...I came back and read Deliveror's post again, because I was pretty sure I missed something when reading it the first time. And that's when I realized, yes, he really did say LAN parties are (in his situation) comparable to sex. Being one of only three single people in this whole group, I find this extremely funny...and oh so sad. Now I'm depressed. Thanks, jerk!
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