found out just how overrated cubans are. it was a good cigar but i've had much better for far cheaper than the market value of the stogie.
it had a spicy start which mellowed out to a forgettable middle section but culminated in a finish that redeemed the cigar with its toasty nut and coffee body and hints of exotic flowers. even so, i put it down more quickly than most cigars i've smoked because it just wasn't a great experience.

i am going to go smoke a cuban cigar. back in a few hours with the report.

i found said tank from earlier and am getting ready to go get a ratchet set and tear into my old girl, the CT90, for a complete rebuild. i still am not that mechanically oriented so hope for my success, y'all and maybe it'll become a reality.
past that, i think bush is a fucking idiot. i know that's in vogue right now but i also thought he wasn't a good choice last election when over half of the folks out there thought he was God's gift to this great nation. shows you what happens when you vote party line without thinking.
i haven't been home to see mr. olberman in a while so i'm feeling deprived of national news. somehow the paper just doesn't get everything in, ya know?

sara says i have waif-y lips.

i'm so tired. and i totally got failed in my lab. it sucks. just sets me back another damnable year.
if anything it's only strengthened my resolve on the matter because you have to work to get to what you want and i didn't put out my full effort all quarter long, which only helped my teacher fail me in the class. she's still ridiculously hard on the grading of labs but i did as well as i could on what i did do.
but...i found a seat cover for my little motorcycle, which is going to go a long way to making it look respectable and make it much better to ride in any weather AND figured out how to put on a bigger gas tank so i'll have a 200+ mile range per fill-up. now to find the tank in question...

i've become quite the psychic hitchhiker of late. i'm just browsing around when i'm not immersed in my chemistry and picking up the very best ideas i can manage to find. it's only because my brain is tired of trying to categorize everything i take in on a daily basis. that and the world itself just seems to be falling apart at the hands of men. men not so unlike me. sara brought to my attention the other day that i'm a terrible recycler. it's very true and it's very shocking. it's not because i don't try, it's because eating is one of the few things i let my brain rest during. that and sleep are about the only times i allow myself not to think. i've been trying to motivate myself to get back to my homework and all that jazz but i'm sick and tired of doing what i'm told. i've been at it too long and i just need to escape. i'm not a social creature when that's all the society i get. control is not the aim of existence.

so, i took a trip to see family this weekend. it was a surprise party for my grandma's birthday. it was a good time but i'm so tired right now i can hardly stand up for work in a few minutes. my chem. class is going like pure hell right now.
i can't even believe how terrible my teacher is on grading. she's pretty much the nitpickiest teacher i've ever had. it's like she expects us to know the material like we've gone through a doctoral thesis and this is just that one final class we need to finish before we graduate with a degree in chemical engineering. my post-lab average grade is something like 50% and i spend an average of 2 hours or so on each one for that grade. i think i just don't write it in a way she prefers.
i'm frustrated to the point of not caring anymore almost.
if i don't manage to pass this (that's right, i'm shooting for passing at this point) i can't get started at bastyr until next fall. not this fall, next fall. i hate that i'm just wasting time if that happens.

yeah, i'm going to just turn off the T.V. for a week or so and let this whole death of the world thing blow over.
it feels like george is dragging us all, kicking and screaming, into the latest in a string of world wars. why the hell does a man who professes to try to love his neighbor as himself want to kill that same neighbor. what does that say about him? either he's suicidal (which means he'll go to hell when he gets the courage up) or that he's only pretending to believe and isn't actually putting in the effort to live the life he professes to lead (so he's going to hell for sinning without any attempt to assuage those sins.) i love it when an argument comes together!
he's just got to admit he's gone and fucked everything up.
and added to that, we're working out way nearer to the tipping point of global warming and what do the leaders of each country do? twiddle their god-damned thumbs! it's like they're expecting to clean it up once it becomes a crisis, which we've already established will be much too late a time for grand gestures. then, adding insult to injury, they proceed to legislate about FLAG BURNING! don't sweat it, guys, when this global warming stuff hits the fan they're just going to burn all by themselves.
hooray death!
hooray incompitence!