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I was taking a nap this afternoon, and I had the most boring dream. I was in taking a test in what I think was a 400 level math class (it was definately math) but I couldn’t read the test. It was a combination of poor lighting and poor printing, but I couldn’t make out what the test said. Immediately I asked the prof., but she was being all stubborn, with an “I can’t answer any questions about the test” attitude. And of course, that meant that she didn’t know any better than I did. Well, and that was it. I told you it was lame.
There are new pictures, though.

You’ve ever explained to your roommate what “ghetto” means.
You hate that median in front of the gym where the fire hydrant is because it always
looks like an open parking space.
If you get up before 11 on the weekends, you allow 15 minutes to get hot water in the shower.
Your room is taller than it is wide.
You constantly ask people to repeat themselves to be heard over the fans.
On hot nights you sleep naked pass it off with your roommate as a cultural difference.
You regularly refer to soccer as “football.”

I’ve discovered the evils of ebay now. One day, two orders. I don’t feel bad yet, though. I got a good deal on two items that I can’t buy in stores; one out-of-print DVD, and one belt buckle of massive coolness. I’m just afraid I’ve opened a can of worms. Hippopotamuseses can stay under water for up to 25 minutes.

Why isn’t there more fruit juice sold? I go into a beverage type store and find all kinds of carbonated sodas and even more fermented ales and liquors, but almost no juice. That’s nature’s beverage. Only water is a more obvious thirst quencher. Well, browsing around the BP today, I found one bottle marked 100% Grape Juice so I picked it up. Outside, I found the small print. “From Concentrate…With Other Ingredients.” Okay, I’m not even going to get into the concentrate thing. We’ll just accept that one. But how can it be 100% juice if it contains other ingredients?

This evening, I walked along the brick sidewalk, eating a hotdog I had picked up at the C-store. Well, with every bite, the hotdog slid a bit toward my mouth, so by the time I got half way through the bun, there was no hotdog left, and I really didn?t mind. That?s when it hit me. THE NOTDOG!!! It?s a hotdog without the weiner. Just a bun full of tastiness. As I was enjoying a bun full of chili, onions, ketchup and mustard, I realized, ?This is the reason people eat hotdogs anyway!? Hotdog itself implies substandard meat. Nobody likes the wiener; it?s all about what you put on it. So I could start selling Notdogs. Or you could. I don?t mind, because I don?t have the initiative to do anything about it.

I’m back!!!!

I think I’d like to move my family every weekend. There were so many people over here (and there) today helping. Lots of cool people from church. And a bunch of the neighbors came by to offer help or to bring cookies or just say hi. Three times, delicious prepared meals — enough for an army — came through the door or one house or the other. (Plus, I had some Bill’s hot dogs in the fridge. Yes!) Between today and yesterday, we made four trips with the U-Haul. Lots of work, lots of company and lots of good food. That’s the way I like it. Oh, and of course, it’s a two story house, so there was lots of grunting and sweating, pushing solid wood furniture up the stairs. The good news, and the bad news, is that it rained all day. My first shirt was retired early, as I ended up being the one to pass all the furniture from the van to the garage in the pouring rain — catching all the water off the roof. The second shirt was retired (along with my shorts) after slithering under the house, from one end to the other, to attach a dryer hose. After I emerged, covered from head to toe in mud, rust, insulation, I figured I was allowed to take a shower and sit down for a few minutes.
Note I said, “I’d like to move my family every weekend,” because moving in and out of dorms is not so much fun. Not nearly so much fun. I’m not as excited about moving myself next week — and the next.
Did I mention that I don’t really have any furniture here at my parent’s place? I’m sleeping in the bonus room tonight.

Summer break is here, and I’m moving, so that means the computer is getting unplugged. The result: for the next couple of weeks, you’ll probably find a lot of dead links here. Most of my pictures will be gone. But fear not! Everything will be back to normal, probably a little better, by the 17th.
Have fun at the pool!

So I’m back home in W-town. It smells like the beach here. There’s a breeze and it’s not so humid. There’s also a Bojangles! We’re going there for breakfast.
There was a 45 minute conversation about which bed is going in my new bedroom. Very difficult topic. I’m doing my bit to help the moving effort by eating the unused pizza I found in the refrigerator.
Wedding tomorrow, so I get to wear my suit. I’ll be very metrosexual.