It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Well, well, well, Ivan’s up past midnight for once, so it’s time for me to blog. Yee-haw.

Yeah, so, Thanksgiving break rocked– food, Zionsville, friends, Zionsville food, … friendly Zionsville food… uh, yeah, something. Some of the old crew got together at the Hizzouse and played some pool and the like– Seamus, per usual, was ‘late’. Too bad Nazzy’s out at Caltech. Oh well, I guess we can do stuff at the next breakage.

Flew back to college– ended up in First Class somehow (thanks Dad) which is always excellent, since they serve food and beverage there no matter how short the flight may or may not be, and with real glasses (yee-haw). I took pics of this before, so you can refer to those, since the clie’s batteries were about dead after a week without recharge.

Rode a shuttle back from the airport which Zach aka Bluntman (don’t ask XD XD) serindipitously was on, that was fun. The driver was a nice Arkansan due, probably about 35 or 40, and a minister at whichever one of the evangelical churches that calls such folk ‘pastors’. He was relating some experiences he’d had with the kids in the front of the van, and, while I don’t get into that whole ’emotional’ ‘testimonial’ ‘semimiraculous’ whatever side of religiosity or spirituality or whatever, I enjoyed listening to it.

Zach, on the way back, alerted me to the fact that there’s a new Beatles album out, boys and girls. Apparently, it’s raw tracks or something of Let it Be but I haven’t really done any research on it. Just so you know, I’m all for giving Paul McCartney more money, especially now that he’s gotten at least some of the Beatles’ publishing rights away from Jacko, IIRC.

Dude, so I’ve had this cold kind of thing since Saturday, with random (and exciting! not really) symptoms, and today they decided to manifest themselves as hoarseness and a nasal leak. I mean, it wasn’t even as if I had a runny nose, it was just as if my tear ducts decided to-day they were going to vent down those nasal passages for some reason or another. What a bunch of crap, man.

So, to cure this, I went to the Wonderful World of Wally this afternoon with Dusty and Zach. Most expensive wall-mart run ever, tipping the scales at a whopping sixty dollars and twenty-five cents. I needed some paper towels, kleenex, and toilet paper, as well as some rations so I can stay away from the caf for a while. Dusty showed me these sandwich packs, one of which I had for dinner, and they’re quite delcicious, and probably maybe even nutritious. Oh, also, I bought a Frank Sinatra Christmas CD, some Dayquil and a 125-count of Tylenol, since it was the same price as the hundredcount. What I’m going to with that last odd pill nobody knows.

What I do know now though is that Dayquil contains acetomeniphen, and fortunately I consulted the packaging for both medicines before taking any, since one sisn’t supposed to take a double-dose of that stuff. So, I just went for the dayquil and some flonase — along with an allegra, some pepto-bismol tablets and a Flintsones’ Vitamin for good measure — skipped the tylenol and took a nap. I also had that Chicken Salad Sandwich (did I mention it was suprisingly tasty? probably) and some Dole Pine-Orange-Banana with it, since I figured that was a bit too much for an empty stomach.

Woke up at like 8:30 or 9, went to Dusty’s and played some Vice CIty for a while. Then we decided to watch this one movie, Pumpkin, which almost seemed the whole way like it was going to be awesome biting ironic sarcastic satirical parody, but it never quite made it, which means that it is, instead, just a piece of crap. Then again, the DVD was scratched so we didn’t see like the last five minutes, so maybe it resolved itself in way that it met those previous expectations. Oh well.

I’m going to go to bed now, or something.