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The Eurotrash Dance Party was a resounding success. I think we had upwards of a hundred people come through our humble quad last night, and, well, the tunes were thumpin’ and the dance floor was jumpin’ and… blather, that rhymes! Not intentional. We really did have the floor bouncing a little last night– I’m not sure which song it was, but we had about everyone in here jumping at the same time, and, well, the Quad wasn’t designed to hold up to that sort of abuse.

Anyhow I’ll post pictures here in a bit. Although I’m Sweedish (well, mostly Norweigen, but that’s beside the point) I’ve never felt so thoroughly European. And believe me, it’s a good feeling.

Once the party wound down (we had to stop at ~ midnight to keep the people on campus happy) we managed to pile about a dozen people into Devastating Dave’s (Keto) VW bus, in which we drove down to the PitaPit for some late night pita. That was a smashing good time (I didn’t get hit on by any creepy drunk chicks ten years older than me– whoo!) and came back and started to watch Snatch. I survived for the first twenty-five minutes, and then passed out on the floor.

Oh yeah. It was a “Euro-trashed” party for some of us, which increased the fun factor by about five. I came accross a great poster yesterday. It read: “Beer: Helping White Guys Dance Since 1842.” It’s the truth, too!

Well, today we get to clean up, and then it’s Academy Awards time! Hells yeah! I’ll post my predictions later (maybe when I post the pictures?). In the mean time… I’m going to go take a shower. Rock on!

So. I’m going to freakin’ fail my MTA218 class this semester, which is rather sad since it’s about my favorite class. Why, you ask? Because I can’t manage to haul myself out of bed before 9:00AM in the morning. I thought I was doing well today– my alarm was set for eight, and it seems to me that I hit the snooze button a time or two, and then got up. Much to my chagrin, I discovered that it was nine thirty when I got out of bed rather than the eight thirty I was expecting. Tsk. Oh well.

So I have a test in my Asian History class this afternoon. What’s worse, is that, for the last 10 minutes, I’ve actually been kinda studying for it. I assume that I’m just feeling bad about missing my MTA class (and a quiz in it) this morning, or maybe it’s just that I’m at work, and I’ve done everything else there is to do– checked blogs, checked my forums, checked movie reviews, checked my email, etc.

Speaking of tests, I have a killer test tomorrow morning in my History of Rome class. I’m going to die. At least, after I die, it’ll be the weekend.

In other news, it looks like I may end up searching for another form of legitmate employment, in addition to my lab-monitor position. I hate to do this, but unless I make some changes, I’m going to end up owing my soul to BankOne, which I’m not especially pleased about. Perhaps I could get a job at one of the movie theatres in town– I’d have to wear a uniform, which just might be the bane of my existence, but I could work evenings and weekends, when I have free time. Ug.

So as I was reading The Restaurant At the End of the Universe, and I’ve came upon a rather clever section. It reads:

“I always thought that about the Garden of Eden story,” said Ford.
“Eh?”
“Garden of Eden. Tree. Apple. That bit, remember?”
“Yes, of course I do.”
“Your God person puts an apple tree in the middle of a garden and says, do what you like guys, oh, but don’t eat the apple. Surprise, surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting ‘Gotcha.’ It wouldn’t have made any different if they hadn’t eaten it.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won’t give up. They’ll get you in the end.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Never mind. Eat the fruit.”

This is brillient. Why else would God place the forbidden fruit in the garden, if not to play his “gotcha games?” Doubtless, had Adam & Eve managed to resist the temptation of the forbidden fruit, God would have found something else to trick them with– alas, such is God’s nature, is it not?

As long as I’m thinking of The Hitchhiker’s Guide, I might as well post this:
http://hitchhikers.movies.go.com/
I hate to say it… but this doesn’t bode well for the success of the movie.

So I discovered an error in my script today. Comments posted by anonymous users could be deleted by any user who was not logged in. This was brought to my attention when I noticed that all of the anonymously posted story-endings were mysteriously gone. Looking back, it seems that all of the anonymous posts have been deleted. Ug. I think I have a backup of my mysql database at home that I can restore the story endings from (god, I hope) but in the mean time I’ve fixed my code. Whoever you are that capriciously deleted those comments: go to hell. You’re not welcome here.

Edit: I had a backup of my MySQL database, so I was able to put the comments back in. All is well that ends well.

And so here’s what terrifies me:

I guess it didn’t really strike me as much at the time: Bush’s administration finally announced what many of us had known for quite some time: there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.

This seems insignificant– but its implications are quite startling. In admitting that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, the Bush administration is admitting that there is no justification for the war in Iraq. Again, for many of us, this comes as no surprise. But what of the rest of the country? Of the general populace who meekly accepted that perhaps there was some rational for the war? Where’s the backlash? Where’s the anger that they were deceived? –That tens of thousands of innocent Iraqis have been killed, and hundreds of Americans for absolutely no reason. Where’s the care that we’re at war? Where?