| I found my mojo... |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|09:55 pm] |
nut.
What's a mojo nut, you may ask? It's a nut that gives you mojo, that's what. I was given this particular mojo nut by a strange street guy in the French Quarter in New Orleans. This was several years ago, the summer after my senior year in college. The guy told me that the nut will give you mojo. Okay... It was all pretty weird.
I didn't think I still had the nut, but I found it!
So now I have a mojo nut, and I know you're jealous. |
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| Where I should move to? |
[Aug. 1st, 2006|05:54 pm] |
Washington
73 State Personality | | You like a fairly temperate climate but still like some curve balls thrown in. Educated and sophisticated, you like a bit of the good life, but can be happy with just your average night out at the bar with some friends. Sometimes stubborn, you like things to be perfect and can get irritated if something goes wrong with a well planned event. But with a little bubbly and some good friends, you can be down to Earth. |  |
My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 99% on Personality |
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This test is obviously full of it, because it chose Washington state after I said I wanted warm weather, warm weather, warm weather! Gah. |
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| Ticket |
[Jul. 26th, 2006|09:24 pm] |
In regard to that ticket I got, I was going to go to South Carolina and fight the ticket in court. I know it sounds stupid. The expense of the gas alone would almost amount to the total cost of the ticket. Not to mention what a big waste of time it would be, not to mention how much it would suck to have to sit in a courtroom. And with my luck, I'd probably get another speeding ticket on the way to the courthouse.
But I was going to do it out of principle. Why just give them my hard-earned money? Make them earn it. Plus, a large chunk of the fine I have to pay isn't really the fine itself, but the associated court costs. Uhh... court costs for what? Exactly. So I want to get my money's worth and waste their time in court.
Also, there's a chance that I could get off, and you know how much I like getting off. I found out that the speed limit where he cited me wasn't the same as what he told me and wrote on the ticket. He cited me as going 81 in a 60, but it's actually a 65 MPH zone. I think I could win the case based on that.
The court date was set for next week, but yesterday I was scheduled for a meeting that same day, and I can't really get out of this meeting. It's just piss poor timing. I called the court to see if I could change the court date. The clerk of the court said I'd need to speak with the officer to get it changed. Great. I called and spoke to some answering service, which took down my number and said the cop would call me. I wasn't really looking forward to speaking to my cop.
He called me this evening, and I explained what was going on, that I wanted to change the court date. He then said, "What were you planning on doing anyway?" I said what, and he was trying to figure out if I was just going to pay it, or fight it in court? I didn't want to say what I was planning on doing, so I didn't. I just asked him what my options were. He was trying to figure out if I was just trying to fuck with the court and waste their time (like a lot of people do) even though I was guilty, or if I really wanted to contest the ticket.
So then he said I could just mail in a $75 money order. This is considerably less than the original fine. Basically I would have to write a letter to the judge, stating that the officer offered to reduce the charge to a lesser offense. Sweet. He said this is probably what they would have done had I shown up to court anyway.
I think this is a win-win situation. I don't mind paying $75 to avoid having to drive across two states and waste my time in court. Sure, there's still the principle of it, but it matters less than the time investment for me. |
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| George has been where?! |
[Jul. 22nd, 2006|12:22 am] |
Awesome! One of my Where's George? dollar bills was found in Tulsa, OK, and the comment was: "Smells like beer, lip stick all over."
I swear I didn't spend it at a strip club. |
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| sounds like... |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|06:32 pm] |
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There's an airline called Air Littoral |
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| Boards |
[Jul. 14th, 2006|05:28 pm] |
I'm done with the boards! Well, at least the written portions (part of which I took last year too). I still have the orals to take next year.
They were actually pretty easy, easier than the practice exams I've taken. I was really very lazy about studying. I don't know why, I just couldn't get into it. I'm glad I didn't freak out and study like a maniac, because it would have been a wasted effort. The amount I did study was just right, and studying "recall" questions from previous years' exams was the right strategy, as the content was very similar to previous exams and some of the questions were repeated verbatim.
I promised the guys that I'd go out with them last night and help them celebrate finishing their boards, which they took yesterday. So after going out to dinner, we did some light drinking at the hotel, then went out. We planned to be back at a reasonable time, but as always, things didn't happen as planned. We didn't get back until right before 1:00am, and I had to get up at 6:00 this morning for my 7:30 exam.
I was a little sleepy when my alarm woke me up, but that's nothing that a little hit of caffeine couldn't get me through. Plus the bright sunlight coming through my east-facing window. That's another fucked up thing about the time zone here (they don't recognize daylight savings time). It's bright as day outside by 5:00am.
I'm glad that I went out last night instead of staying back and studying. Honestly, something that I haven't learned by now, I'm not likely to learn the night before the exam. So fuck last minute studying.
Tonight I plan to get white man's revenge on the Indian tribes of Arizona by attacking their primitive casinos with my technologically advanced blackjack skills. Either that, or they'll Custardize me, and I'll be penniless. Oh well, even if I'm not successful at the tables, at the very least I'll be able to help out the rampant alcoholism problem by depleting the tribe of their complimentary drinks.
I might take a trip to Saguaro National Park, but we'll see. I'm not sure how badly I want to be outside in the blazingly hot desert around a bunch of plants with sharp spines.
Today's temperature: 104.
Today's high: 107 |
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