I woke up early this morning in an attempt to get some work done before heading downtown. I have exams soon, you see, and a five page progress report due Monday, and I have been less than successful at accomplishing anything. Not that that's a surprise, but honestly, it's 10:00 and I have NO IDEA what I've done today. Read some Dr. McNinja, which, and I cannot stress this enough, is awesome. Anyway, so about ten minutes after I finally stopped staring blankly at the ceiling and decided to actually get out of bed, I was putzing around on Cracked (obviously) and suddenly- JACKHAMMER! Not kidding. Turns out the Mexicans (this is not racist- the people who do all the constuction/repair/utility work on our apartment complex are Mexican. Despite my 8 years of Spanish Education, I always speak to them in English. Because I'm an idiot.) were repairing a drain or something. I don't know what it was, but they had knocked out several slabs of concrete and dug a rather large hole. But if you've never spent your Saturday morning listening to a mallet breaking concrete and a jackhammer... well, consider yourself lucky.
Soon enough, we left for Chicago St. Patrick's festivities. Both (my roommate and I) of us agreed we didn't care so much about the parade and just wanted to see the river. We hit it at a pretty good time- the dying had already started, so a pile of people weren't on the red line at the same time as us, but also there were still boats and people out there. We got off at Lake and managed to be fairly lucky with finding viewing points along the way. Got some nice pictures. The river really does become an absurd shade of green. We also saw a drunk guy tossing out lucky charms on the street. After we just got some much needed caffeine and headed back, going to Lawrence to check out the Border's that's closing. Turns out it's a good thing we didn't go later in the day because someone shot out a store front on Lawrence and Sheridan. Awesome.
Spent the rest of the day eating, sleeping, and attempting to study some cell bio inbetween installments of Dr. McNinja. (Did I mention that shit's awesome yet? http://drmcninja.com) I've made good enough progress I suppose, but I have a pile of pathways to memorise. Pathways are the worst. Damn glycolysis mechanisms... anyway. No one cares about cellular biology, so I'll stop.
Now that it's evening, it seems that our lovely stoner neighbours are having a bit of a soiree. And.. well, there's no easy way to put this. It seems that this soiree is porn themed. they are pretty distinctly watching porn and cheering on the porn stars. It is hilarious but also mildly disturbing. I prefer it to the possible alternative, though, which is that they are having a tag-team orgy.
More Cell Bio to learn tonight, but first, Cracked, which is always fascinating to read (or watch, as evidenced by the SXSW live stream I watched today) had this article today: http://www.cracked.com/article_19101_6-studies-that-prove-reality-tv-causing-apocalypse.html and I realised that this blog makes me guilty of #2. I don't have any niche to blog about, so I just write about my life, and this makes me a terrible person. I'm sorry.
In other news, I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO YEASAYER. I've listened to it 10 times in the last three days. This is not a hyperbole.
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