Just another Manic Tuesday.

Take that, Bangles!

Actually, my Super-Packed Tuesday (or Packed Tuesday, as I like to call it) was slightly less manic than usual. It turns out the students I tutor are on their Spring Break, giving me a few extra hours to waste. Here is what I accomplished:

• I did my laundry.
  
• I found out that Weezer has a new album that is dangerously close to being released. Coincidentally, the first single was released today. (The album cover features the band politely standing, yet again. I like.)
  
• I had time to enjoy the patented Chicken Cordon Bleu wrap.
  
• I wrote a really boring entry about my day. Who wants to read about laundry and a sunny day? I'm yawning typing it! Any good blogger knows its goth that gets the readers! Gah! I suck. Looks like I have to go listen to The Cure and put on a lot of eye makeup.
  

(And watch those comments pour in!)

Ramsey Fun Facts (RFFs)

Here's an interesting fact about me: I like to make up lyrics to songs that in addition to being instrumentals, have no need for lyrics. When I am writing lyrics to a song in this manner, it is also a safe bet that the lyrics will make reference to the source. An example of this can be found in the theme from M. Night Shyamalan's The Village.

"This is The Village theme.
Projected on the screen,
It features my favorite Joaquin..."

Nothing is gained by there being lyrics to this song, yet, there they are. My personal favorite, however, is the unfinished masterpiece entitled "The Dreamworks Theme."

"The boy in the moon,
He is fishing to this tune..."

A brief pause in lyrics until we reach the end of the song:

"This is the Dreamworks the-eme."

This has been a Ramsey Fun Fact (RFF).

Hawaiian Punch Friday

There are few traditions at the CIT Helpdesk, but there is one that will last forever. Every Friday, since the discovery of its existence in the Fraisier vending machine, is Hawaiian Punch Friday for Ramsey, Jeff (of Pink Cammies fame!), Roy and Charlie. It is during this time that we four men sip from our beverages (be they canned or bottled), watch Jeff play his Game Boy, pretend to be working when a manager comes around, and occasionally put the new Star Wars trailer on an endless loop.

Hawaiian Punch Friday is a force to be reckoned with. If cans of Hawaiian Punch had meat in them, Catholics would still have to drink them on Fridays during Lent: it's just that powerful. So come by the Helpdesk some Friday, and see us, looking down upon you from our golden, blue and silver thrones.

Just, please, don't bring a computer in. It's Friday. We don't want to have to work.

The Last One Where I Use 'Friends'-style Titles

I'm writing a paper on the negative aspects of cultural appropriation while using Pepsi iTunes codes to purchase Ben Folds' cover of "Bitches Ain't Shit" by Dr. Dre. Oh, irony, you've done it again.

The One Where I Sound Like a Stereotypical Blog.

My second entry of substance and I'm already writing a Livejournal teenage girl style post.

I don't know why, but I've been kind of down this week. It's not school, I like school. I really have no reason. I pride myself on being a generally happy guy under most any circumstances, sometimes when I shouldn't be. Maybe those times are catching up with me. I just feel kind of confused I guess. Whatever, I don't want to wallow.

Is it possible to wink without being suggestive? I think I want to wink at people, anybody, once in a while, but I don't want to lead someone on. Think how much better your day would go if some stranger just winked at you out of the blue, with no hint of harassment behind it. I don't know, maybe its different for girls who face that in earnest every day.

I'm tired. Read quick, I don't feel like I'm making much sense and this'll probably end up deleted when I cheer up.

The One Where I See a Snowman.

For my first official blog entry I will regale you with a story from my first Monday back to school from Spring Break.

Despite a brief snowfall this morning, by five this afternoon as I ambled back to my room after a long day of classes and work, there was very little snow on the ground. However, this did not stop some stranger from manufacturing an attempt at a snowman in the middle of the sidewalk with the small amount of snow available. It was obvious that the nearby tree supplied the arms, but it went to a worthy cause.

I was pleased to see the snowman, and I smirked as I passed. But for some reason, and I'm not sure what this says about me, but I derived more pleasure from seeing a random stranger notice the snowman and giggle to herself. I've been reflecting on this ever since, and I can go in two directions with this. Either this means that I am selfless and I enjoy other's pleasure more than my own or I am so petty that my own enjoyment is ignored until someone else justifies it.

I'm hoping it is actually somewhere in the middle and that the giggle just compounded my happiness. Yeah, that's the ticket. Icing on the cake.

Were You Cognizant?

Were you cognizant of the fact that blog is short for "weblog?"

Congrats. You can tell people you know more about "those computers" than my grandmother.