There is not a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow...

On your computer is a fun little game called minesweeper. Basically, you try not to die. I die alot. I did probably at least 5 hours of dieing this weekend. My many deaths were interfering with my paper due next Tuesday. As I result, I uninstalled minesweeper. Now who's dead?

Today I almost washed my hair with Old Spice body wash. I noticed it after I put it in my hand. Last time I noticed after I had put it in my hair and worked up a lather. I'm sure it washes hair fine, but its smell is almost overpowering when used at that concentration that close to your nose.

Stuff is scattered all around my room. But I know where everything is. So many things that need to be done, written here and there on bits and pieces of paper.

Tomorrow I have to dress up and get my grad photo taken, which means I can't do what I did today and wake up 10 minutes before class starts.

Stats class is deathly boring. I've limited myself to one stats class a week. I'm to old to spend my time in stats class.

A trusted source has informed me that Golden Oreos do not take up milk. I will have to test this. Speaking of milk, I have milk in the fridge that expired a dozen days ago.

Above is a picture of a cd that has a whole bunch of Paul Oakenfold music on it. Oakenfold is my favourite artist.

Yahoo buys everything.

Today I made and ephemeris.

Half of this post disappeared the first time I published it. I was gonna get very angry, but changed my mind.