Sick of sickness

I want a bumper sticker that says "Boycott People Who Care More About Animals Than People".  I saw a bunch of people picketing KFC yesterday for torturing chickens.  Yeah, cutting off beaks, legs, whatever is gross and cruel, but honestly- isn't there a better cause you could worry about?  I guess its cause animals don't have a voice, and plenty of other people are fighting for other causes...but I just don't understand thinking "yeah, chicken torture.  That's my calling."  Some people even think we're all just creatures on Earth, and animals (and some people even PLANTS) should have same rights and freedoms as everyone else...I fear the people that value their pets as much or more than people.

Anyway, I probably say every time "this'll be brief" and then it isn't cause I talk too much.

Last week for this Monday we had to make an 8" cube model of our ongoing design project, on the laser cutter.  I spent Saturday from around 5pm until Sunday around 11am accomplishing what you see below.  This involved a complete night of AutoCADing and a good morning of sitting in the laser cutter room with friends watching it cut out pieces.  Thank God it only took four hours to assemble.  I wish I had the time and space to explain- I'll hafta work my way backwards explaining this project in images, in an entry over Spring Break.  Which is in a week.

The nice thing about my all-nighter last week was getting sick shortly after I got to school.  It did help a bit when Tiffany brought me Giordano's (deep dish Chicago pizza, people) for dinner.  What didn't help was staying up all night and having a ravaging flu the night before my planned date day with Tiffany.  We still had half the day together, after I slept from 11-3pm, even though I was completely freezing for our entire dinner.  And the next four days.  Yeah Thursday sometime was when the fever broke and I stopped having hot and cold flashes and finally stopped waking up drenched in sweat 1-4 times a night and decided it was safe to wash my sheets again.

Luckily I got a sinus infection and feel like I've been punched in the face, just in time for St. Patrick's Day, also known as national Drink from Waking to Sleeping Day, and it was Josh's birthday (yesterday) and we had a party.  If only spectating drinking-related events was as fun as like spectating sports.  Cause its not.  The party was alright anyway, and friends came, and I talked to some architect at SOM (aka mega-firm thats built most of the world's tallest buildings) who will help me get an internship.  As will a new portfolio of my work, that I should be doing right now.  Oh yeah.

UM so bye now, drinking some tea and doing some work and bracing for a busy week; thankfully last week was easy or I'd have died, since I was delirious most of four days.  

Also you can see in the party picture if you look closely, the nice array of sores and general skin damage around my mouth, pathetically masked by my 9-day-o'clock shadow.

In euphoric news, I got a used blue iPod nano on Craig's List from some girl in the area.  Been without an around-the-clock music fix since last summer.  Hard to believe.

One-liners.

Here it is as promised.

Another week gone by.  

Friday is the new Monday.

I've given up my entire life for grad school.

I'm not in a terribly good mood at the moment.

Sorry.

Just ran two 6-minute miles.

Without music life would be a mistake.

Nietzsche.

I still need to raise more money.

Eating soothes my wounds.

Thank God for my metabolism.

I'm looking forward to Spring.

Translation- 30 degrees in March is unacceptable.

My hands and feet sweat too much.

Some people have surgery for this stuff.

Or botox.

I'm going to SB, Louisiana, and Houston for Spring Break.

Notre Dame Class of '03 5-year reunion is this year.

Wow.

I can't wait to build my own house.

There's a seat belt on my computer bag.

Epoxy is the greatest adhesive of all time.

Summer '08- iPhone2 here I come.

Sunday is my one-year anniversary with Tiffany.

And Nathan's birthday.

I gotta get back to work.

Yep I'm still at school.

I'm here to complain.  Who invented Pizza Bites?  Yeah, those sound yummy don't they.  Uh huh, until you grab one right out of the oven (okay, my first mistake) and try eating half of it (second mistake) because you know how hot it is and then you burn your nipple with piping hot Pizza Bite saucy-juice-stuff-goop that squirts out on you cause you're not wearing a shirt (third mistake).  Dammit.  But still.  They burn my mouth every time with their squirts.  I'll cut you, Pizza Bite.  I will CUT YOU.

Donating

www.firstgiving.com/carlsergio 

is the link to my page, if you're feeling generous.

Tiffany's is 

www.firstgiving.com/tiffanyburd 

if you like her more than me.

Rapid Fire.

Quickly- time is at a premium.

First- I'm buying some Down Unders this summer.  Ridiculous.  Sweet.

www.down-unders.com

Second.  The picture I posted last time was the hair of about 8-10 people, on my parents' kitchen floor the day before my grandma's funeral.  Thanks Laura Gurr for that pile.

Third, we had roommate discussions.  Probably staying in current location till October.  Lord knows we need to use this sweet deck all summer for playing Cornhole.

www.americancornhole.org

Fourth, I shaved my head again.  But not my face.  Its like the inverse of having hair.

Fifth, I bought an old General Motors (shudder- the two lowest circles of Hell are reserved for GM cars and Microsoft products) seatbelt that I'll be grafting onto the strap for my giant shoulder bag/computer bag/school bag so I can take it off more easily.  Sweet.  Epoxy.

Sixth, I'm getting quoted by the Alumni Director in the introduction to "We Are ND", some book of alumni reminiscings of what Notre Dame means to them.  They asked for submissions, I submitted, I guess they liked it.  Book out in the fall.  I requested a free copy for my permission to use the quote :)  Well they asked for permission!

Seventh (oops this one's important I meant to say FIRST!), my one-year anniversary of visiting Tiffany in Houston is March 9th, Nathan's birthday, so um, yay.  We'll do something commemorative like...I dunno yet, we haven't decided.  But it'll be good.  That's when our relationship started.  Weird.  One year!  

Eighth (this entry isn't short, but it IS brief in its own ways right?) I have about $300 raised for the triathlon.  Sweet.  But not quite enough so if anyone has $5 to throw in the collection that be rockin.

Ninth, and related to eighth, I ran seven miles last Tuesday, then ran two miles but in 12:45 on Thursday, and almost died.  I'm shooting for two six-minute miles, then eventually like one 5:30 or 5 minute mile.  Collapse, heart attack, gasp.

Tenth and last, just like the Commandments, next entry is gonna be brief-er- one-liners.  And less hyphens.  The one after that will be haikus, and then limmericks.  Okay no.  Bye.