OH MY GOD MY LIFE IS A SWIRLING MASS OF PAIN!

Or at least this week sucks.

But wait--Robot Chicken just came on. Let me put you on hold.

All right. One episode of Robot Chicken later, life looks better. But still, things are pretty gruesome. I have a computer project in stat due tomorrow and there are a couple of parts I'm not sure on yet. Cantay smash!

And don't forget the paper I've got due on Wednesday at noon! That's like... 60 hours away! Only 60 hours! Damn!

And some of those hours have to be used to work on my French oral! I'm going to have to research Senegal, write about it, then fix the grammar for whatever my partner writes for her country, then memorize all of it! Why God? Why?!

All right. Robot Chicken will be coming back on soon. I need to drown my sorrow before researching Senegal.

Repetitive words? So what. I'm in extreme death mode!

(And I have to call this professor at UMD who we know who will help me figure out what I'm doing--just to throw in some flavor.)

And... holy God! It's not Robot Chicken at all! It's Aqua Teen!

Alas, I shall take it. Anything but Saved By The Bell.

Hasta la Byebye.

Bah!

I had to be forcibly woken up by my girlfriend about half an hour ago because she can never sleep if I'm there, taking up space like a log.

It was unfortunate--I was having a wonderful dream about how I'd created an economic model to predict, using about a million variables, what any given person's wage would be. And it was accurate! Scary how that's what I was dreaming about, but that's okay. I mean... it really was satisfying.

But yes, good morning loyal Hasta la Byebyeians. Welcome to another edition of this somewhat bidaily propaganda (it's actually more in tune with how often I shave, which is vaguely bidaily but can be tridaily).

In news today: I found a copy of Vanilla Sky for $8 (no tax--bwahahaha) at this outdoor market thing that they have on Friday afternoons. I was very excited. I remember I saw the movie a couple of years ago and found it very intriguing. I now intend to see how right I was to feel intrigued. ::Teehee:: And Penelope Cruz and Cameron Diaz are hot.

Also today! I had to turn in an exit paper for my Honors Symposium (which was where we read stuff by, about, and generally relating to Camille Paglia, and then she came and talked to us--it was really nifty and a pity that the broadcast tower was swarming with rebels when it happened). It is quite awesome and pass/fail. In it, I am very proud to mention suspicious innocuousness, pill-coating sugar, irreligious utilitarianism, kids rollerblading instead of snorting coke, and humanities students becoming crack dealers when the humanities suck poo. And it was all done with a smile and a writing style so informal as to make ladies blush.

And my woman made me dinner! ^.^ (Chicken pot pie + brownies = w00t.) Hurray for my woman! Thank you, my woman.

Though sadly, when I was about to eat my brownie, I managed to spill my glass of milk all over the nasty-ass carpet and my sock, thus requiring me to wash a towel and my soiled sock whilst I pray that the carpet will not become the spawning ground for icky-smelling bacteria still whilst I writeth this post.

But now the Death Comes for this Archbishop. You see, I am entering the dreaded Week of Everything is Due Now. On Monday, I have to turn in a shitty computer project for my particularly shitty statistics class. On Tuesday I have to do the oral part of my final exam for French. And on Wednesday I have to turn in my comparative paper for Development Economics. Really, it wouldn't be so bad if I were better at evenly spacing work, but I haven't even vaguely started any of these assignments yet, meaning that I have to hold myself to actually going to the library all this weekend to give me a good chance of finishing everything I need to do. Yummy. Since when was the library for undergraduates, eh? (Would I not make a great academic?)

Oh well. Anyway, it's time for me to wrap up this reasonably uninteresting and mediocre post. I think I spent all my awesomepower on the exit paper; the receiver of which, I should mention, is my former director for both The Beauty Queen of Leenane and Jack (or the Submission). It is a great pity that I almost certainly will not be appearing in his production of Othello given the whole leave of absence and/or transfer thing. ::Sniffle:: And he complimented my acting and hard work too.

Anyways, peace, dawgs. We ask that you continue to patrol the streets on the lookout for rebels, who we suspect are hiding, waiting for the moment to strike. Never be far from your firearm, my patriots!

Hasta la byebye.

I have searched for appropriate lyrics with which to open! I have found them! They are! "We will crush the bastards!" From the greatest band ever!

Thank you, mes eleves, and welcome to your bidaily propaganda.

I've spent the past several minutes searching Facebook for a suitable mate. I was really hoping to use the tall fellow who played my father in Jack (or the Submission), but the one thing in his profile is his relationship to some not-terribly-attractive female at Brandeis. WTF, mate? No one uses Facebook to catalog real relationships!

Alas, I shall remain Facebook mateless. If anyone would like to apply for the job, please state your qualifications in the comment box. That's right. No privacy for applicants. Bitches.

And unfortunately I didn't get around to going to the library like I had wanted to do. Dammit. That's depressing.

But this is all right because I have Law & Order: SVU! Apparently a teacher was having sex with a student! Squee!

Oh well, there seems to be little else to share at present. Hasta la Byebye thanks you for tuning in. Keep the fight, patriots!

Hasta la byebye.

I would like to provide a resounding "fuck you" to the following people:

--Eric

--Everyone who has ever disagreed with me about anything

--Your mom

--Eric

--The fuckwad who posted that annoying porn solicitation in my comments

--Eric

Heheheh. Just kidding!

Only the first and last entry of Eric count--the one in the middle was just a joke.

Oh, and I would like to thank the anonymous commenter for commenting. Commenting will always provide ammunition for the forces of good (unless the comments involve offering free porn via AIM).

I am pleased to say that the forces of Hasta la Byebye have beaten back the Lameass Poohead rebels from the radio station and most of the city. Hasta la Byebye returns to the air, ladies and gentlemen! Thanks to all one of you who have waited and held faith! Like any extremely unstable regime recently taking power from rebel groups in its own capital city, we promise the world, but have the ability to deliver only very little. But hey, at least I admit it.

On that note, Hasta la Byebyetopia pledges to deliver propaganda to you daily and/or bidaily! Tune your radios every night at 3 AM to listen in live to Our Great Leader, the great Generalissimo Cantay. (Isn't generalissimo a great title? I am the most generalest!)

Here is tonight's propaganda briefing:

UT transfer possible and likely; decision forthcoming as information is provided to Our Great Leader.

No English language band sounds more Turkish than when Franz Ferdinand performs Well That Was Easy.

Statistical studies using a very sophisticated, complex, and extremely accurate simulator show that the risks of being infertile and dying of a sudden stroke are much higher for extremely intelligent people in the developed world than for both extremely intelligent people in the developing world and less intelligent people in the developed world.

Despite not sounding very similar to Phil Collins, John Mayer is disturbingly linked to him. Somehow.

More on these and other stories! Later!

And now allow me to leave you with your word of the day: huachinango.

Do not forget to carry your identification cards at all times! All patriots are encouraged to carry small arms to help put down the rebellion!

Hasta la Byebye.