Zhanga: April 17, 2004
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I was going to leave for Jess's at 12, but my mom told me I can only stay for three hours. So she said I can go at 3 AM and be back around dawn. Of course she fell asleep before 3 and I left a little early. So here's the story of how I got out.
I enter the garage and dis-latch the garage door from the opener and manually open the door to avoid noise. Then I turn on the ignition, decide that the hum is too loud, and reverse out. Not surprisingly, as soon as I go into reverse, my car squeals. What to do.... I decide that I'll continue at least until I'm out of the garage, so I do that and shut the car off in the driveway, which of course is directly under my mom's bathroom window. I close the garage door, notice that any burglar could easily open it because it's not latched, and I choose to ignore this fact.
So I turn on the car again, and this time it squeals while it's in park. Now that's a first, and firsts always occur on the best occasions. Once again I shut off the ignition. Usually when it makes that noise while I'm driving, it's when I'm in a turn. So I try to straighten out the wheels... and my steering wheel locks. It clicks and will not turn either way any more. I thought, no problem, the wheels are almost straight now anyways, so I'll just drive off. When I actually try this plan, my key gets stuck in the ignition and will not turn. I panicked and went Ronjon-style in my head ("OH FUCK SHIT FUCK AHHH") and I even woke up my cat, who came scurrying over.
After five more minutes of worrying about my neck being chopped off for leaving an hour early, somehow I managed to force the steering wheel to one side and force the key to turn. So I squeaked my way out of there. Somehow, my mom did not wake up even given the perfect squeak timing.
Jess's was fun. Thanks for having us. I beat Gene at pool three or four times even though he's better than me because he kept hitting the 8 ball in. I had the best streak ever right after I got there and picked up a stick... I pocketed two in on my first or second turn. Unfortunately, beginner's luck only lasts so long, and I died after that. Until later when I got five in a row. I will never again in my life do that.
Then Dragos calls random pockets on the 8 ball and randomly manages to hit one. And of course that one was against me. Gay.
I got back from Jess's this morning and then went to listen to a Harvard guy talk. I fell asleep immediately. After getting home, I fell asleep immediately. When I woke up I was covered in sweat for no apparent reason and my neck was as wet as... water.
So I notice that everyone got normal results for their disorder test thing, and I'm the only one that got less than like seven Low's. I say the test is reversed and that I'm normal everywhere it gives a bad result (and that's everywhere).
After more engineering (aka stuffing and cramming things), my oversized iPod can now play CDs. I may even be able to fit one or two speakers into the little box. So Gene... can your MP3 player find infinite sums?
I installed Maple in the box in case we want to do computations while we're owning in our barn. You know... if the lethal concentration of horse crap in the air is CL ppm, and the vapor pressure of Maryland horse crap is keT, where T is in the temperature Kelvins, the outside barometer reads P, the volume of the barn is lwH, and there are n horses, each a distance ri from the barn door, the surface area of the approximately cylindrically shaped feces is πr2h, the horses relieve themselves once every t seconds, the wind velocity has magnitude s and blows in the θ direction...
Wow it feels like it's 10 AM... but it's not.
7:33PM
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You forgot to mention how I somehow got one ball in last night... even though I can't hold the stick. Chomp? Possibly. Oh and David, you are a GREAT driver...
Wendy on Saturday, April 17, 2004 at 8:28 PM
wet as... water?? nice... i LOVE hearing about people waking up with THAT much sweat. lol. but i do admit, thinking about you freaking out because your mom might've woken up was kinda funny. i thought of you in your red abercrombie sweater, sitting in the car, looking up at the bathroom window with the panicked-david face, squeaking profanities and just generally freaking out. rock on. and i like the last pargraph of variables and equations. most awesome.
kt on Sunday, April 18, 2004 at 12:09 AM
whenever i fall asleep on the couch after school, i wake up covered in sweat. EVERY TIME.
james on Sunday, April 18, 2004 at 12:11 AM
thats pretty lucky that your mom didnt wake up. if i ever tried to sneak out, i'd probably exhale once or twice, which would wake up my dad a.k.a. extremely angry sleepy person. oh well. glad you could make it.
tim on Sunday, April 18, 2004 at 1:38 AM
Yes! The IPod is gonna own.
Dumb on Sunday, April 18, 2004 at 4:25 PM
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