The Prince of Steal, workin' on the herum.
I have just finished my second semester of the german language. I can now express the most rudimentary of thoughts and yet reading childrens books is more difficult than reading long winded and complex chemisty publications. My latest lesson in the german language was trying to decipher data protocol jargon. I have been learning how one measures and digitizes analog signals, and then doing the programming for it too. You see? My life is full of adventure around the clock. My exam for german class in on Tuesday, and I have lots to study. I am considering whether I should even show up for the test. Chances are I am going to fail as I had little inclination to study the past month. Long lab hours of bad results puts me in a grey mood with little fervor for learning something new.
On the more fun side of life, I went to a birthday party a few days ago. It was also a costume party with the theme of fairy tales. The host, who was dressed up as Snow White, put a whole new spin on the innocent fairy tale that I remember. With a short skirt and lots of cleavage, it would be the Snow White every adult male wishes he could meet. Other characters at the party were Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping beauty, The Frog Prince, The “Burger King” King, Arabian Princesses, and even a Black Widow Princess (the costume looked like that of fancy stripper lingerie—the kind one sees in very expensive strip clubs—not that I have been in many). I came as the Arabian Prince, but looked more like a homeless Arabian prince with a blanket on my back, dishrag on my head, blanket for a cape, and a backwards lab jacket for a tunic. “Sleeping Beauty” even loaned me a pair of black leggings to really completely the picture. A handsome and well dressed prince was I. Is it any wonder I go home, alone, again and again?
I silently laughed at the party and how us men are really slobs. You could see the girls looking pretty and gorgeous and spending lots of time on their costumes. But the guys costumes had the look of someone who remembered to dress up five minutes before coming. A great example (besides me) was the “Burger King” King guy---who went out and bought a happy meal and then just put on the crown. He completed the look by wearing a wife beater t-shirt.
I also tasted many new shots at this party. One tasted like anise, one tasted like grape jelly, and another tasted of cough syrup. All were pretty weak, thank god, as everyone were drinking them like water. This was a good thing for other respects too. The last time I got a little wild and out of control, my boss from Abbott (in
I made a half hearted attempt to check out airplane tickets for to come back on the Fourth of July, being its my favorite holiday. But the cheapest airplane tickets for the Saturday before and after the fourth was 900 dollars. A bit much for me right now. If anyone scouts a deal, let me know.
I just finished a couple of books, I think you all should know about. One was a romance book—The Time Traveler’s Wife sent to me by a good friend. Another was The Five People You Meet In Heaven. A bit unusual, spititualistic, but was so good I read the whole book in one day, and was up til 4am doing so.
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Good to hear from you, Terry. Nice blogs as usual. I just got back from Duluth... 2 weeks of a rotation up there was very surreal. I was put up at an apartment the University owns about 1 block from the hospital, 1 block from the gym and 1 convenient walk to Fitgers Brew Pub. A small popular bar that has the best atmosphere, unbelievably excellent brewed beer on site with very good music. One fellow I happened to listen to last Tuesday night was Charlie Parr (www.charlieparr.com). I would highly, highly recommend his CDs. I bought Rooster which is excellent. He plays a folk style infused with a bit of country and blues. Very, very excellent. I was quite impressed by the Duluth crowd. Many 20-somethings dancing and really enjoying this music.
Did anyone notice the naked women in the picture?
yes i did teeny why do men have naked women on there walls?
I think men have naked women on their walls as center peices to create a top of conversation, and to get these women to think of sex... with a women.
I could be way off.
I do think some do it to get the woman to think of sex.... with a woman.... and a dog (or cat depending on preference)
Ahem!
Women means more than one female.
Woman means one female.
Just thought that needed clarification, since Teeny doesn't know the difference.
While you guys discuss the merits of plurality and sex, I would just like you to know the dangers of assumptions. This picture was not on man's bedroom wall, it was on a woman's. Now please continue discussion.....
Ho iz tha sqware corekting gramer?
I thought it might be on a womans wall, because if you read it said your girlfriends birthday... but thought it would be fun to continue the conversation that asked me what I thought.
...Think someone doesnt like me on here? Too bad for them!
Terry, babe, guapo.. how are you doing? Have you had a wet dream of me yet! Smiles
sorry teeny, no wet dreams, but a few beer stained wet t-shirts? Does that count?
NO! What happened to our dream sex date, are you cheating on me. ;)
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