Well you better go catch it...

I feel like my nose is constipated.

I've always prided myself on my strong immune system, but now it appears that I have develped allergies. Or maybe just one. To a different mattress. Or my car carpeting.

Clearly the mastermind behind my stuffiness...is leisure time.

For the past three months, January until May, I've done nothing but keep busy. Up by 8, classes or work until about 5, maybe later.

What is that? I can wake up anytime I want? I don't have to be anywhere? Or do things? Or leave the house if I don't want to?

The freedom is destroying me. It flits about, and quite frankly, I don't know what to do with myself.

In the meantime, I'm going to spend my days before summer classes reading books, for fun. And being unable to breathe, yet unable to blow my nose at the same time.

Fantastic.

And the meat just kept coming...

I went out to dinner at a Brazilian resturant with my parents today.

I really can't describe how wonderful the Imperial was.

The three of us each ordered an All-You-Can-Eat Brazilian BBQ, for $20.

The waiter brings out a small bowl of beans, and a plate of french fries, white rice, and yellow rice.
For the three of us to share?

...alright.

Then came the food.

An endless stream of delicious food.

One piece of chicken. Then one sausage. Then a chicken wing. Then one rib. And on and on, each time the cook brought out a completely different type of meat.

To be honest, I thought it was strange that they were only giving one of each on each plate, but considering that I barely finished the first piece of chicken and the sausage? I can hardly judge.

Even though we were the only ones in the resturant, as we were wrapping up and paying our bills, two more families came in for dinner.

In conclusion, if you ever find yourself in the Bound Brook area, go there. You will not leave unsatisfied.

It's that time again....

We're almost in that state of limbo - after finals, but before grades are posted - anxiously awaiting to see how that ridiculous final affected our class average.

I think the schools do it on purpose.
Here we are. Sitting on the edges of the provided rock-y chairs, surrounded by things that should be packed, checking WebAdvisor for the third time that morning, in hopes a grade will be posted, and the fate of a GPA will be determined.

I'm in the same situation as last semester.

I have a 4.00.

But I only have one grade back.



At least this time it is a 4-credit class, and not a 1-credit lab.