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Haec verba lecta sunt.

Yesterday and today have revealed yet another facet of the vast incompetency of the Hillsdale administration: They lost somewhere along the lines of 13k of the Honors Program money. It's a good thing that Stewart is so retentive, because if he weren't then we would probably have a heck of a time getting to Spain. But, since he and Blackstock get along so well and Stewart saves everything, hopefully this will all blow over soon enough.

In other news, I went to breakfast this morning.
Cenatus sum.

Free Association!
Association... they sang that "Windy" song, didn't they? Or maybe it was the Turtles. That's what Garnjobst calls that girl in my latin class. She's an odd duck, for a Kappa. Man, Floralia's going to be so great. Shocked Garny with news that I couldn't partake of his wine then. Stupid legality. That all of course means the semester is almost over, and I can finally do non-school stuff. Not that I do anything here. There or everywhere. Everywhere you want to be. Bees make honey. Danck has an awesome jar of honey with the comb still in it. Man, that stuff is sweet. I ate way too much easter candy. Peanut butter eggs do not make for a good breakfast. Though tasty. Just like that pizza I didn't have last night. Stupid Prosp3ct trying to cajole me into getting a pizza. Him and his Cuban fascist strong-arm tactics. Tactical nuclear strikes. There need to be more of those. When I'm President, oh yeah. Nuke strikes everywhere. They'll learn soon. Soon. Spoon. Spoooooooooon!!!

The views and opinions expressed in the above paragraph are not necessarily those of the staff and management of William Andrew Farnham.

If you click on the "Smiles" link in the ShoutOut box, it brings up a page of emoticons. I find it noteworthy that these are categorized into "Standard Smilies", "More Smilies" and "Fun Smilies." I believe that if I used emoticons at all any more, I would opt for the first two more dry, boring, humorless categories of smilies, rather than for the "Fun" ones.
Exitium delendum est.

I would just like to state for the record that with each passing moment I grow more and more anxious in anticipation of going to Spain. Thank you.

Wednesday nights in the Graphics Lab are quite interesting. Just sitting here... with Sato... and Krupa... and Kons.... It's an experience that's hard to describe, but I highly recommend checking it out for yourself if you get the chance. It's probably the loudest this place has ever been.
It's not due to anyone mentioned above, but tonight is the first night I've ever heard of the Cranberries being confused with Metallica. Go figure.
Pax ex.

As I have no desire to blow Metzger's "Horn of Gondor" and have a little free time on my hands, here's some more content. Sorry to say that the drunken ramblings can't happen for another month, which brings me to today's Holier-Than-Thou Judgement from My High Horse: Drinking underage is dumb. Almost as dumb as the existence of legal drinking ages.
I'm finding that apparently part of maintining a semi-active blog is that one has to care, at least on some kind of nominal level, which may prove difficult. Meh.
As for Metzger's other desires, my above comments on drinking are about as close to political extremism as I get; as to poor attempts at humor, check out the link below for some pics of my brother-in-law and I acting like children at a local Friendly's, thanks to much help from our waiter.
http://gallery.prwdot.org/easter03_friendlys
Latin for the day: Vita canis est, tum moriris.