Wikipedia articles I've read instead of doing my work

1. Literary theory

2. List of minor characters in StarCraft

3. Bugachev Hoax

4. Jim Raynor

More to come.

The Jaw Ordeal

Someday I'll write a long, reflective story about this.  For now, I'll just write melodramatic blurbs:

1. The broken jaw: five hours of memory just out of my life, despite being conscious the entire time (or can consciousness be consciousness without memory?).  I don't know what happened.  Apparently, the lone witness saw the accident from the opposite end of the van, too, and thus, never saw the accident itself.  There very well could have been foul play.  A brillantly malicious plan in return for some slight from years ago?  An angry dean's fists of fury?  Who knows.  And just think, if that could happen here, it could happen EVERYWHERE.  It could be happening now.  Hours gone from my mind.  The present.  The past.  The future.  Nothing.  NOTHING!    

2. The broken bike: My best friend, my always loyal companion, most importantlya bike uniquely mine, the only bright spot in this chasm of darkness that is my life.  O!  Faithful "Le Grande," ye French bike made by an American company, made whole again with the help of an insane hippie with a fanny pack and a tool belt, ye infernal machine with a nonexistent braking mechanism and continuously slipping chains.  Gone.  Forever, banished to some junkyard, or melted down into scrap metal for some whore of a recycling company to splotch into some grotesque metal contraption deep beneath the sewers of New Haven.  Gone. without even a hushed fare thee well from the lips of my unopenable mouth. 

3. The school weeks: a lack of motivation.  Just thinking about it make me not want to write anything.

4. The removal: The most intense feeling I have had in recent memory.  Laughing gas and a spray-on numbing agent that tasted like bitter cherries and impending pain.  I opted out of localized numbing to prove my manliness.  This proved futile midway, when I started crying uncontrollably, screaming at first and then only whimpering near the end.  The Yugoslavian stuck the metal into my mouth, poking and prodding, luring me into a false sense of security, and then yanking in such a way that I felt part of my soul had been ripped out.  I could feel the blood accumulating down into the front pockets of my mouth so that if I turned, it streamed on to my face.  With the procedure finished, I sat up and just stared into space for a while.  I felt cleansed with pain.

At the very very end however, I noted to myself that I should write down all of this stuff on this blog so I could remember to write something later.

I broke my jaw

It fucking hurt.  I'm glad I'm alive though.

Now I have to deal with the loss of my bike.  Man, I loved that thing.  We had a fucking relationship.  Could've been sexual.  Who knows.

Seriously, that bike was my best friend here.

Events

Two events I went to:

1. Whiffenpoofs Concert, 20th anniversary edition: it was interesting watching old people sing, especially when the singing entails yodeling, but most of it was boring (sorry a cappella). Until Bobby, Izzy, and some JE crew handed me 40's. All smiles after that, yessir.

2. Winton Marsalis at Unity Church on the Green: he went through the history of jazz in an amazingly entertaining way that even a narcoleptic like me stayed awake the entire time. Actually, now that I'm remembering the event, that's not true because I now recall drooling on the pews. In my defense, though, I was very tired. What I mean to say is that I would have stayed awake if this was an average day (maybe).

Anyways, he was fucking awesome.

Problematic

"A doctor at the detention center noted in the record that a CT scan should be performed if Mr. Ng’s pain did not respond to painkillers and muscle relaxants. Instead, on the evening of July 26, a Saturday, Mr. Ng was taken to the emergency room at a hospital in Pawtucket, R.I., which does not perform CT scans on weekends. Doctors there scheduled a CT scan for the following Monday, but according to affidavits from Mr. Ng’s lawyers, the detention center’s staff made no effort to take him back there.

Another scan was scheduled for Tuesday, the affidavits said, but Mr. Ng missed that one, too, because, his lawyers assert, he was unable to walk to the car and detention center officials refused to give him a wheelchair, then reported that he had refused to go."

- http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/17/opinion/17sun1.html

Hello everybody

Hi. I will write in this blog sometimes and by sometimes I mean all winter break and by all winter break I mean occasionally and by occasionally I mean never.

Bye.

PS But by never I mean sometimes.

PPS I just blew your mind.