Boring, boring day. I have to sit by the PIPS for hours on end and watch my sample ion mill. And you thought watching paint dry was boring. I also feel a little bad because I don't want to go to Tucson with Kelly and everybody this weekend. I know Kelly really wants me to go, but I just don't feel like I should. I feel like I should minimize the time I spend out of town because I have conferences coming up. I feel like I should not spend money so I can pay off credit cards from Christmas shopping. Besides, I'm going to have to spend money for the conferences coming up. I know Kelly will have so much fun with Tracy and Beth and whoever else goes, and I'll probably feel a little uncomfortable around all those girls. Kelly, Tracy, and Beth can get a little crazy when their all together. I just feel like I should butt out and let them have a good time. I hope I can make her understand.

Nice weekend. The Super Bowl was a bit boring, and the much-touted episode of Alias afterwards wasn't that great either. As I've said before, the first season was soooo much better. Kelly, Beth, Tracy, James and I hiked a bit of Camelback, and it was fun. We did it so Tracy can get back in shape after her surgery.

I had a nice morning with Kelly today. She skipped Italian to lounge around with me. I love her so much, especially when she does things like that. She shows me that she is really a good, sweet, nice person down inside when she's not stressed out by work, family, etc. It makes me happy to think of our future together.

I finished correcting my java program to handle negative numbers, so I'm probably gonna head off early today. Have fun everybody!

Who like free money! You can get $20 if you've bought a CD from a retail store between 1995 and 2000. It's some settlement thing.

Oh, and they caught Mia Zapata's killer.

I hung out with Clint and Angel last night, and guess what we did. No, we didn't have a belching contest. No, we didn't look at the latest issue of playboy. No, we didn't sit around and play Grand Theft Auto: Vice City (well maybe a little bit). Nope. We watched the Joe Millionare reruns, and ragged on everybody. We joked about how dumb Evan was and how he was like Lenny from Of Mice and Men, always asking the butler, Paul Hogan, to tell him about the rabbits. We also joked that maybe Evan was a serial killer and wanted to wring all of their "goddamn cat necks" (that was another Of Mice and Men joke). My Paul Hogan impression is getting better. We also made fun of the butler as if he was some lecherous old coot...that he went through all the womens underwear...and that he got all the women that Evan eliminated. Now that I think of it, I should have made fun of him getting complete plastic surgery after his Crocodile Dundee movies flopped (not true but funny to think about it--that's a different Paul Hogan). We also made fun of the womenfolk, but it's just too easy to make fun of golddiggers.

Next week Evan supposedly lets it "slip" that he is a construction worker. What a moron!

I got my W2 today, and it says I made 18K last year. Funny how my checking account is only $1000 heavier.

Anyway, some of you may know that I'm not very responsive or awake in the mornings. I usually like to be left alone and especially not have to make decisions. Well, this morning my mom walks into my room and says, "Before I go to work I have to tell you some things...", after which she preceded to explain that my dad was going to write his will, donate his body to science, and one of my uncles is a minister and he agreed to give a memorial service. Of course this was all in my mom's style of not getting to the point at all, so this was REALLY something I didn't want to hear in the morning. There are better times to talk about my dad's death then when I just wake up. I don't need to hear this right now! Besides, who honestly donates their body to science except hobos, convicts, and Kelly's mom. It's just such a joke until you have to seriously think about it. Of course this all put me in an absolutely shitty mood this morning, especially on a day when I have to make a lovey-dovey greeting card for Kelly. I started thinking about a funeral and what would I say for a eulogy, and I almost started crying in my cereal. So I turned on the news to forget about it and watched an interview with the chick on Joe Millionare who got kicked off even though everyone thought she wouldn't (I didn't think she was that pretty anyway).

For those of you who don't know, last week they (I don't know who "they" is) discovered a lump in my dad's lymph node. He's going to see some doctors this week, so we probably won't know anything for sure until next week. I first found out about it when my mom left a cryptic sobbing message on my cell phone, which, of course, freaked me out, but my mom typically over-reacts to these things. So I talked with my dad the next day and got the story straight.

Needless to say, I've never had to deal with anything like this before. I can't think of any of my friends who have to deal with this. I'll get by though. I always do.

Wow! It's been a while since I've done this. Let me just say I'm enamored with this website I found called the Giant Peach. I ordered a shirt from them and I got it in the mail two days later! That's unheard of! Plus they're one of the only websites I know of that carries 2K brand. In case you didn't know, 2K contracts artists and graphic designers to make t-shirts for them. The also fit a lot better than most shirts out there. Some of my favorite graphic designers have made shirts for 2K, like Geoff McFetridge and Dave Bravanec. The other place to get them (that I know of) is the Giant Robot store.