heart

I lost her.

College.

Whoo. College is fun. I played ultimate frisbee from 12 to 1:30 last night, then sat around in the hall with peeps for another 2 hours. Of course, I usually won't be able to sleep until noon, seeing as classes start tomorrow. We'll see what happens, I guess.

Room Pictures!

Schedule

It is Time for the Lies to End

Yes, it's true. My dad . . . is Solid Snake. I apologize for the deception.

Map

Unfortunate

Yeah, I slept through that meeting. Pretty much the worst way to start things out here. It worked out all right, I guess. My advisor told me just to come in later. Good news is I only have to take two quarter-long math classes for my entire four years here. Unfortunately, there's not a whole lot of leeway for a first-year engineering student, so I only have one elective, which is probably just going to be a communication requirement, i.e. Public Speaking 101. I hate public speaking.
Haven't been to any really wild parties yet. There have only been freshmen here until now, so there's no one to buy the booze. There are a few cool things coming up, though, like a beach party tomorrow night and a dance marathon at the Fields Museum in Chicago on Saturday. No telling when the frat bashes get going, or how I'll find out about them. Still, not a bad place. I've talked to a few people who seem quite all right.

Ok, I should go do something.

Dance Par-tay

Just got back from a raucous dance party in the dorm president's room. I counted at least 28 people in there at one point, when I remember quite vividly that the maximum allowed occupancy was 4. Oh, silly dorm president!

Yes, I moved my body awkwardly in rough approximation of what is known as "the beat." It's one of the few things that I can see being under the influence of liquor would be a distinct advantage.

I have to be across campus tomorrow at 8:00 for a faculty advisor meeting. Yay.

Gurrr

The art in this one is really bad, which is all the more embarassing when you consider I've had it for over a week.

gurrrrr.

Ok

So I have some more stuff to write about my first day. My precious information will likely be rationed out in numerous small posts, just to keep your lips whetted.

There were many "fun" icebreaking games, which I tolerated surprisingly well.

I am the only one named Bob here. This is not a surprise.

I met an asian fellow named David, and we decided his new name would be Ibraham. This is a surprise.

I have attended many boring speeches, and I expect to attend many more. Woo.

I NEED A CAMERA!!!

College!

I am here. Unfortunately, no one around has a digital camera.

GUH!!!!!!

Irony

So, I'm in Evanston, home of the Wildcats, land of the free, etc.

Whenever I told people I was headed to Chicago, they invariably said something like: "Hey, remember a warm coat!" I wish they were here now, when it is 91 degrees and the humidity is in the high 80s.

More tomorrow, after I move in.

The Nerve!

This just tears it. After living in Denver and reading the Denver Post for 18 years, 3 months, and with not 4 days left anywhere near this state, after reader surveys and letters to the editor, the Post just now gets around to putting Calvin and Hobbes in the paper. I mean, Bill Waterson retired years ago! Jesus CHRIST!

Anywho, I acquired a scanner/printer/copier combo about a week ago, and I've just now started putting it to good use scanning the creative works of my classroom boredom. What's on the block today? Well, have you ever imagined what celebrated presidents of yore would look like as skeletons? Then you're in luck!

This fiesty little guy cannot tell a lie, mostly because his tongue rotted away almost two centuries ago! Let's give it up for Geooooorge Washington!

You might know him best as "that guy on the ten," but I assure you, he's a real firecracker, even with only vestigial traces of muscle tissue! Let's hear it for Alexaaaaander Hamilton!

Gettysburg Address? More like . .um, some . . thing to do with skeletons, that's what! A big round of applause for Abrahaaaaaam Lincoln!

My work here is done.

Aw...

Hey kids, another comic tonight, this one half true. I am just a big softie is what I am.

Hee

SECOND EVAR!!!

You can really tell I rushed more in the second panel than the first. Also: whenever I first draw a person, his ears are always inhumanly enormous. It's really weird.

Pick Shure

I haven't really posted any pretty pictures in a while, so I figure it would be a good idea.


There. Maybe that will stop you from asking for more pictures.

I am Making a Shirt.

It will say, in large block letters:

CIVIL ENGINEERS DO IT WITH REDUNDANT SAFETY PROTOCOLS.

My shirt is brilliant.

Man, I just got home. The park didn't close until 11, a full hour after we're supposed to. In that hour, subtracting salaries, wholesale prices, electricity, etc., we probably made a profit of about 25 bucks. Was that worth it?

The whole day was a wasteland. We didn't open until 4, and for the 7 hours we were open, the candy store as a whole made a total of about $350. Usually, just one register in the store, just one, will make $800 for a half-day.

$350 is abysmal.

Gruh, I have a bag of chocolate-covered coffee beans next to me here. I'm kind of addicted to these now. I had a few, and now I'm a little wired, and I have to awaken in less than 8 hours to open the store. Jesus.

Air America. Now there's something to talk about. My mom listens to it pretty much exclusively, and I was driving her car today. It's a little scary; I mean, I can see where the people who foam at the mouth listening to conservative radio come from. It's disturbingly easy to ride along with something if you already believe in the basic tenants. I mean, I'm fairly liberal, I guess, and I agree with a lot of stuff the Air America people say, but then they go all radical on me, and if I'm not careful, I go with them. I'm not even saying that they're wrong, even, it's just scary to get all worked up over a radio show.

I dunno, maybe I should be.

FIRST EVAR!!!

!!!

Wowza!

I've been teaching myself how to play poker; I figure maybe I can make some money if I get good enough. Big dreams, I know. Anyhow, I was playing five hands by myself just to get a feel for the probabilities and such, and in one hand, one group had a full house, one had a straight, and another had four kings. I mean, what are the chances of that happening?

Zilch, that's what.