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Man, everyone deserves the opportunity to be the chainsaw guy in a haunted house. Basically the PE House got a room in the annual DePaul haunted house and proceeded to set a new standard for fear in a college sponsored haunted house. The basic premise of the room was a badly lit (for a haunted house) doctor’s office where Eric would be the doctor. Just when the people in the room thought they had finally found the crappiest room in the whole place the lights cut out and a man with a chainsaw jumps out and a strobe light turns on. It’s scary. Especially if you let your guard down. Ed, Matt and I took turns doing chainsaw duty, and I’m telling you, it’s a power trip. When you’ve got a pile of girls in a room full of dead babies, screaming their heads off, and any movement will cause more screaming, now that’s fun stuff. Also, seeing full grown men drop and scurry for the exit, pulling their girlfriends on top of them, people cowering in corners, even the hard asses that act like they aren’t scared, i saw them jump and go for the door then realize they look like a wuss and act not scared. Seeing people I know, well they were scared too and although I wanted to hug them I had to stay in character.
Happy Halloween.

Subtlety is overrated. If it’s good and right there’s no reason not to be heavyhanded. I don’t think anymore.

Dear girl who told me her favorite thing about me is that I’m tall,
That’s a stupid way to start a conversation.
You must not know me very well.
And the things you do know must be pretty lame and or boring.
My favorite thing about you is that you suck.
So I don’t feel that bad.

Ladies and gentlemen, mysteries of the universe solved by yours truly.
So you know that Avril Lavigne chick that you can’t really figure out because she wears a tie and runs around a mall and thinks she’s hot (she would be if she were a little bit more ‘with it’ maybe) well anyway I figured her out. She’s a country act. It’s true. I heard the song on the radio and don’t let her ‘punk’ looks fool you (I know they didn’t, as people who read this aren’t stupid), but she’s not even a bratty mall punk, she’s a country act. Mall punk sucks too, but how this has gone so long without other people noticing is beyond me. Lack of interest I guess. I’m not talking about Cash country more like Shania Twain type shit. It’s only worth mentioning since it’s on the billboard whatever as number one or at least was but honestly who the fuck is buying this shit? I want urban areas to secede from the union confederacy style only we’ll win because we’ve got the numbers and the wits. There are a lot of pissed off people in the city. It’s time to start bombing some Wal-Marts, you know what I’m saying? Don’t country folk hate city folk anyway? It’ll solve all the political problems too. They can have their big, empty, republican wasteland and maybe some actual progress can happen everywhere else. At least the charts might be more accurate.

Things that bother me about going to the loop for class:
Leaving 30 minutes before the class starts, getting home 20 minutes after it ends.
Assholes that stand right in front of the door waiting to get on when you need to get off the train.
Classes are about 94% assholes looking to break into the corporate world.
Almost no attractive females on the entire loop campus. They’re all in art school and english and stuff like that.
Say I’m going to the ninth floor, the people who get on on the seventh and get off on the eighth. It’s bad enough that you can’t walk up a flight of stairs you fat, lazy fuck, but you just added not one but two stops on my elevator ride.
Not talking or looking anyone in the eye.

Overheard conversation today:
Guy: Please, please, please don’t be in a porn..
Girl: It’s my decision and I’ll blah etc.
This was outside of SAC. For those who don’t go to DePaul the AC in SAC stands for Academic Center.

I am a programming genius. C++ is my bitch.

Looking haggard can get you out of a lot of things. So, without further ado, 3 steps to looking haggard:
1. Stop shaving. This is key. No haggard man shaves.
2. Stop sleeping. If you can sleep and get those circles under your eyes in some other way go for it, because sleeping is better than being awake. Sleep too much maybe?
3. Stop washing your hair. Or maybe just don’t wash it on the day you need to look haggard. This will help you out when you’re looking stressed out and running your hands through your hair.
People will think you are worse for wear and not expect as much and when you do your homework and post on your weblog from work they might think that it is so great that you came in even though you are so fucking stressed out.

Dear My Unnamed Rock and Roll professor,
I’ve known since the first day that I walked into class and saw your ponytail that you and I would not agree on matters concerning the art known as Rock and Roll. I realized this, but stayed in the class to see what you had to say. Ready to learn, so to speak. I have to say I was disappointed when I saw the class outline. I was a little bit confused at some of your sloganeering (”I’m going to throw things out at you like Oddjob throwing derby’s”, “This isn’t the sort of chord that the D.C. area sniper would be using” and at least one daily mention of Hitler.) The Velvet Underground were most definitely on the class outline. I have been looking forward to disagreeing with about this band since the class started. We got to them today. Some of the inexcusable transgressions in today’s class: DuChamp and Warhol as “not” art, (Just say you don’t get it you fuck you don’t have to tell a class full of stupid ass kids that you don’t think it’s art, you owe them that much.), saying the reason people liked Warhol was his connections with the advertising industry (You are a stupid fuck), “That dreadful electric chair, and think of tomato soup cans” (DUMBASS, I guess you’ve been to the MCA and have heard of Warhol even, good thing you’re standing in front of a classroom talking about it), speaking of the Velvet Underground as being not musicians, as taking the “craft” out of music, “They weren’t into playing the long solos, and one doubts if they even could if they wanted to” (YOU ARE DUMB), preceeding playing Venus in Furs with a story about Hitler getting whipped by Eva Braun, followed by a draw your own conclusions type statement (HOW does this apply other than to fill your daily requirement of Hitler chat and to make even more clear that YOU DON’T GET IT) and finally mentioning them in the same sentence as Emerson, Lake and Palmer (What the hell were you mumbling about!?) In conclusion, you shouldn’t teach this class anymore. Now I missed my nap.

I was thinking to myself today as I traded the entire Joan of Arc discography for the entire Of Montreal discography this is wrong and easy. And as always in my life easy takes precedence. When I get my iPod it will all be worth it.
I’m starting to get very interested in interior design (partially owing to 96.3% of the rooms done on Trading Spaces completely blowing). Maybe I’ll paint my room or something. It’s not very exciting right now. Like a nice modern bedroom would be pretty rad. But I don’t think the school furniture would really fit that. Problem solving is graphic design, is computer science, is architecture, is what I like doing.
Being a regular customer at Clarke’s is great. The waiters and waitresses hang out, and plus you’re guaranteed to know at least three people there (the employees) and going there drunk often lets you really get to know them (last night we found out that our waitress is engaged for the third time in her life at the age of 20 and Ed gave her some unwanted advice about divorce proceedings).
Apparently the police were here last night with a paddy wagon. Not for any of us but our upstairs neighbors maybe? I don’t know, but it makes me nervous to think that we might have criminal neighbors.
3-4 hours of Trivial Pursuit is good times for all. Board games rule. We are working on a board games closet.
I had an (argument) discussion on saturday about the emotional content in electronic music. And I said what the fuck year is it you fucker I’m not even going to argue with you anymore.