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Happy St. Patricks Day! Or as a friend of mine had in her profile, one of the few holidays that doesn't involve candy, thus relegating it to second-class holiday status.
My internet's down as I type this (thanks DHNet!) so there's nothing left to type except about the story of my lif^H^H^Hday. Which considering I've been typing quite a bit today, it works in pretty well. I got up way freaking early (7:00 am, who would have thought I'd ever consider 7 am way freaking early back during high school when I had to get up at 6 am) to help set up for the annual UF High School Programming Competition. I also stayed around to judge, which was interesting as last semester I was on the collegiate programming team, so I knew exactly how it felt when they tried to submit a problem thinking there is no way it could not work, and then having to tell them "Nope, wrong output, try again". We overorderd on food, so I ended up taking home 31 apples in my backpack. I then wrote a very lengthy email to a listserv I'm on, rebutting an article in our student newspaper about gay marriage. Then it was off to see a pretty good French movie about butterflies (Le Papillon, which as the French "expert" in our group said is not the combination of the French words for butter and fly.) and dinner at a restuarant called "The TOP". Then it was more email reading and writing.
Notice the distinct lack of the words homework, school, or study in the previous paragraph. Luckily I had already done everything due tomorrow (a 8 page report on the camera for my robot and a 2 minute presentation on it), but still it would have been preferable to at least have done something. All well. This weekend isn't good either since it's the opening weekend of March Madness, THE best four days in the sports year. Like the ubernerd I am I created a huge posterboard sized bracket for I think the 8th year in a row now, to fill out as the teams play. I also have no lab on Thursday for the only week ever (dumbest scheduling idea I've ever had) so I'm finally checking out Museum Nights at the art and natural history museums on campus.
And I'm still rambling on and I have no idea why. Or well it's the crazy over-tired drunk-like-induced rantings of someone who's brain stopped logically functioning about an hour ago, but just keeps going. Which some people are very fun to call and wake up (well it's mean to wake them up, but the results are funny. You know who you are reading this) because they ramble on like I'm doing, but since it's in person it's that much more amusing.
Crap, those apples are still on my bed.
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