memory damage? what memory damage? i feel fine

So, really, only two noteworthy things happened since last I posted.

1. I went into the woods with SCIENCE and we took an alternate path I'd never seen before, that led to a log protruding over a river, with millions of plants growing all over it. I decided to cross it, and did so, very haltingly and with much grabbing of the scenery to stabilize myself.

I decided that I was being a pussy and confidence would let me stride right across it, so on the way back, I tried striding. Turns out, I was wrong, and I fell off the log. Now, this river wasn't the Mississippi, but that was part of the problem - it was deep enough to get me soaked, but shallow enough that if I fell in, it'd be just like hitting solid ground. And I was a good seven or eight feet up.

Fortunately, I managed to catch myself on a bunch of underbrush and secondary logs. I landed with my shoulder blades sort of pressed up against a thick branch and my foot braced against another log, with a million branches beneath me. About two feet above the river.

It was fun, and kind of scary. I thought for sure I'd break my neck, or at least get drenched. I managed to get away with only the tip of my shoe and the back cuff on my jeans leg getting wet, so that was pretty neat. SCIENCE said it looked like I had been caught by the forest, which is a nice image.

2. Today I was over at Bigmofo's house and a friend of his apparently had his car break, so he came in and asked if we could help push his car into his driveway. We all volunteered, because it sounded fun. It was.

It started with one, then two, then finally six people pushing on this car. I decided that since we had so much power, we should use it, so I called out "RUN!!" and started running. Everyone else thought this was a great idea (most of us had had some nice bong rips and shots of Jack Daniels, including me) and sped up.

The guy who was steering called it "The Buick Olympics." I saw a big bump up ahead and said "We're gonna launch this fucker." Someone else yelled "RAMMING SPEED!" Oh, it was entertainment. We were full-on sprinting and pushing this car down the road, it was quite the image, six drunken/stoned assholes bull-rushing a car down a remote residential road.

We left off after the bump and the guy managed to coast thirty-odd yards down the road and up his driveway from the momentum.

Fun times.

the little joys that life can bring me

As I said, I finally finished that God damned website. It's actually pretty good, to be honest (and egomaniacal, but whatever), and I know I put a shitload of work into it. It's not actually that impressive, but given my limited skill...eh, I'm sick of blowing my own trumpet for now.

What a gay expression that sounds like.

Anyway, I slept for about three hours and discovered, with forty minutes remaining before the deadline, that my CD drive was apparently broken beyond immediate repair. I sweated, but my flash drive was an acceptable backup. If I had put in all that fucking work and gotten marked off for it being late because they wouldn't accept a fucking flash drive, I would...well, I'd be extremely upset.

So that was that. Met up with Jamie after the class I turned in my website to (there's a test on Tuesday, gonna have to study for it on Sunday on account of Monday is a holiday to me), he was pretty impressed that I didn't have any signs of withdrawal like nausea or fatigue. I'm a little tired now, but that's because I stayed up all shitting night building this Web site.

I gotta admit, though, I'm proud of my little, stupid creation. I put a lot of work into it. One of the reasons I was super-depressed about three weeks ago was that I realized I never create anything or accomplish anything anymore. I didn't even write in my last blog anymore, but fuck it, because it's a PG-rated sack of bullshit that I was sick of censoring.

But I really did create this site, and I'm probably going to get a good grade on it. All the code validates and works, no problems like misspelled links or broken pictures, it works in Firefox, IE and Safari...I feel like I've accomplished something, which is better than the mindless bullshit I usually churn out for classes. (English-department classes, mainly.)

That's not the little joy, though. The little joy was enduring all of that and then going pretty stoned to class, Martial Arts Cinema, which sounds entertaining until you realize it's just neck-deep film-study bullshit. The first little joy was moving from our normal classroom, in which the AC is constantly broken, into a regular, air-conditioned classroom like civilized people.

The second was that we don't have to give presentations on our final papers, as I thought we would have to a week before they were due (said so in the syllabus, the teacher changed her mind). Fuck yeah, dude.

Spent most of class with my friend Robocop (he chose the name, I asked him what fake name he wanted), who was sitting behind me as I typed on my laptop. Mostly it was just MST3k-style comments about the shitty movies we were watching, which apparently I'm pretty good at even when I'm high. When I get high again, I'm going to look back over all those comments I wrote and try and remember their context. Or invent new.

Anyway. I'm at SCIENCE's house, and he's battling a really bad headache and trying to realize exactly why he bought the sushi that he's eating.

Gotta save up my resin and kief and best weed for Monday, man. The very first 4/20 I'll ever properly celebrate.

Fun times.