October 16th

Yes, this picture is from today. I feel like an idiot taking timer pictures of myself, but that hasn't stopped me before. I thought it was cool that the first snow of the year (that stuck on the ground) was on my birthday. Mom made the long trip up to Bozeman, just staying overnight on Saturday. I don't know how good I am at doing the tour guide thing but I had a good time with her, as always, and that's not just because she spent money on me. Thanks for everything Mom! The jacket I'm wearing was her "main" b-day present, we picked it out at this outdoor store that I would choose as my 5-minute shopping spree location. I already know that Paul would choose Wal-Mart for his. HA! (One time I asked Paul what would be the very first thing he would do if he won $100 million. I was thinking "Drop everything and go straight to the airport for a vacation", Paul said "I'd go across the street to Wal-Mart." When I laughed he said "What? You can get pretty much anything there".) Wow, that was a long parenthetic statement. Where would you guys take a 5-minute shopping spree? I feel like a kindergarten teacher; "Now kids, tell me about your happy place".
I like this picture for many reasons. I like the colors and think Erin looks cute (as always, of course). But I really like it because these flowers were for me! It wasn't even for my birthday. I think I was just having a rough day in general with editing and getting a thesis draft to John. Erin brought over these flowers, two pints of Hagen-Daas ice creeeaam (no wonder I'm getting chubby again), and an english grammer book (to borrow, not keep). Erin treats me pretty good sometimes, I've never had flowers before.

Freddy Mikisms

Classics and not-so-classics

1) Nit Wit
2) Fleegel Flaggel Wally Romp Nincompoops (?)
3) For Cripes' Sake
4) Boys, look at the beautiful view
5) Doh! (said in the voice of Homer Simpson)
6) Follow me, it's ridiculous that we should have to wait in this line
7) Watch it, Sister!
8) I'm a good driver
9) -snore-
10) Oh, my back
11) What the scrud . . . .?
12) I though this was a movie about a boy and his dog.
13) It was only rated "R" for violence

You asked for it dad, it's all because I love you.

Like I needed this

In the process of backing up my daily work I erased everything that I had done yesterday. Yeah, big mistake. I'm not really writing this for sympathy or anything like that, I'm just getting kind of bored doing the same crap over again and wanted to distract myself for a minute. I'm not feeling particularly sharing of my feelings either. Just venting a little bit. Lesson for the day: don't erase anything until you check out what you actually copied.

My Armpits

Wierd, I don't think my armpits normally stink (go ahead and laugh, I know what you're thinking). I ran out of deoderant a couple of weeks ago but wasn't too worried about it because I don't wear deoderant very often. Of course my armpits have been mildly odorous pretty much every day since I ran out. I think we are not communicating very well, me and my armpits. I remember being in "Trial of the Big Bad Wolf", a made for Jr. High School musical, in 9th grade. I showered after PE and didn't have any deoderant to put on afterwards. It was one of those days when I was wearing a too-big-for-me t-shirt and my armpits soon took control. I was rank and getting worse by the minute through the whole rehearsal. It was pretty embarassing, I had a pretty serious crush on a certain Jr. High School cheerleader who was in the play; I think my complete internal terror around girls was the culprit in my pit-funk. I've never quite gotten over that fear of girls that I like. I can not recall going on a date in highschool when I didn't have at least a mild (sometimes not mild) urge to yak, "I'm fine it's just that I ate not long ago". I still NEVER make the "first move" without some seriously strong indications that there is mutual interest. Isn't it funny that someone who is so utterly manly in so many ways (I could have a completely separate blog detailing a new aspect of my manliness every day until I turn 30, er. . .) could be such a complete puffball with girls that he likes? I find it quite mysterious.