This is a message from Super Bitchmaster Chris, Zo-Nads the Great to the Cowboy. Would you like to come take a ride with me on the Lost High while wearing some Blue Velvet? How’s that for The Straight Story? Are you Wild At Heart because you hang with The Elephantman? They don’t call me Eraserhead for nothing! When we take a ride we should visit Twin Peaks then head over to Dune. And hopefully we won’t crash on Mulholland Drive.

This is a message from Super Bitchmaster Chris, Zo-Nads the Great to his Lordship himself. Nadja.

Since the last time I updated I have been doing better. Mike and I played WWE Smackdown all Friday night and into the early hours of Saturday. We bought stuff to make longisland ice teas. They didn’t taste all that good though. I think it is because we put too much triple sec and used gold rum instead of white rum. I think next time instead of the rum I will use everclear. It is worth a try. The worst that could happen is I would have to dilute it with more sweet and sour mix. I bought Gin, Vodka, Sweet and Sour mix, a small bottle of Everclear, and a small bottle of Bacardi 151. Now I just need to figure out how to make drinks that taste good.

So Saturday I took Mike home and then headed over to the library for like 4 hours to get my sources and stuff for this damn Blank Slate essay I have to write for Thursday. This book review/research essay is killing me from the bottom up and outside in and diagonally. Fuck it.

Sunday I spent about 11:30-4:40 at the library working on this shit again. I didn’t get much done. I don’t consider reading the book much help since the book isn’t really about cognitive psychology. I wish I had a good summary I could look at. I found a few, but they don’t really do much to help me out. They just give me a very very general outline of the book, and what I want is just a very general outline. But anyway…

I watched Blue Velvet when I got home from the library. That is one crazy movie. I still don’t know what he is breathing from the air tank. I think it is just straight oxygen. But then again it could be NO2. either way you can get high from both. Tonight when I get home I’m going to sniff some air and write this damn essay. I might just drink a few glasses of wine and tear ass in to the paper. I really should write it now, but I am in the library and I don’t feel like writing for one hour then heading over to Clark to meet with Missy about my data for the experiment. I don’t even know why I am writing this here since I have to e-mail it to myself after I post it. I always write my shit in word and then save it so I have a copy for me to look at when I need to.

That brings me to this point… well kinda. I want a laptop. I want one so I can do anything anywhere and not have to worry about having to send it to myself after I save it and stuff. The only reason I would have to send stuff from my laptop is to print, but with the convenience of the USB cable on my printer, I can just plug it in. I want a laptop so I can be on AIM and Yahoo and not have to worry about if I didn’t sign off and stuff when at the library computers. But I need a job first.

Kelly, a chick from cognitive class, told me about where she works, well kinda, and she said that are hiring. I think I would like to work there since I would be working with kids with disabilities. I just want to talk to her again to see what she actually does at her job. If I do get a job they will have to let me take the week and a half off for when I go to Georgia and Florida. When I go to those places, I’m going to see the lovely Farrah in GA. then head to FL to see Andrew for his 21st birthday. There is another person in Florida I would like to meet, but I don’t know where in FL she lives. You know who you are. And I hope she would come and party with us for my friend’s birthday on May 31st. I know this person is 21 since it says on her page. Hey you, need any more hints? Well anyway… those plans are about 80% soild. Maybe 82.514213% but who knows, I haven’t done statistical analysis on it yet…

Ah yes the clock strikes 1 in about ten minutes so it is time to say goodbye to my lovely admirers.

For the record… Hey you CSU person drop me a message

Off the record… Is the CSU person a girl?

For the record… Don’t expect me to have free time people. I have essays to make love to

Off the record… By love I mean write and by write I mean pound senseless words on the keyboard.

For the record… I’ve been bad cowboy.

Off the record… But I will see you only two times? Well when will be the first?