im taking a class at unh. statistics in sociology. it makes me want to cry knowing sociology majors graduate by taking classes like this. ridiculous. i woke up from one of my many naps during said class and noted the whole class furiously scribbling in their noteboks. as i looked to the board i saw what my classmates were so studiously writing: data = information. i went back to bed.

so i have my car, it is bad. my brakes are gone to shit and i get the fun metal on metal sound when i use them. i broke the handle of the driverside door so i have to use pliars to open it.

after me jacob and bates were leaving kevins house from a drunken poker game, jacobs rear windshield shattered. very exciting. i woke up with pockets full of safety glass. nothing like driving home drunk with no rear windshield.

as i look for a real job, i have decided to find temporary employment till my tax return comes back. my sister is getting me a job as a substitute teacher at her school. also, im applying for a stay at home job transcribing phone conversations. im also interested in some sort of night watchman position.

i just saw lost in translation. a little slow. but the song during the strip club scene was brilliant. i believe it goes a little something like this: "sucking on my titties like you want me to, sucking on my titties like you want me to" and on and on in that fashion.

speaking of strip clubs. i visited our local skin bar in the booming metropolis of white river jct: hardbodies. there is a young lady currently employed that was in sixth grade when i was a senior in highschool. she still goes to my highschool. you better believe i paid the 15 bucks for a lap dance during which i made her feel very uncomfortable. the men in the tight black shirts wearing secret servicesque earpieces made it clear i should leave.

i am hopelessly addicted to the show Lost. it is pretty good.

that was one of the worst superbowls. second perhaps to that one san diego was in. i did however check out the second annual puppybowl. brilliant.

my phone is a large piece of crap. often i get text and voice messages weeks after they were left. also, it turns out no one can hear me when i call, i can hear them fine, but they hear a bit of static before they are disconnected. too bad i cant afford a new one.

if you would like to reach me, call my home phone number. its in the book.

pyle invited a girl over for the sole purpose of allowing me to be a jerk to her. he bet me 50 bucks i couldnt make her cry. while she didnt cry i did get slapped 3 times and punched in the groin. i slept with her hours later.

a side note, pyles roomates resemble playmates. beautiful little angry ladies. they didnt respond well to me falling on my face and spilling beer in their beds.

i often come up with witty stories and anecdotes while driving. i forget them all. hence this big list of not important tidbits. see you in a month.