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September 07, 2003
Hey man you know I'm really okay. The gun in my hand will tell you the same. But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap, cause the slightest thing and I just might snap. When I go driving I stay in my lane, but getting cut off makes me insane. I open the glove box, reach inside, I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride. I guess I got a bad habit. And it ain't goin' away. Yeah! Yeah! Well they say the road's a dangerous place. If you flip me off I'll get in your face. You drive on my ass, you're foot's on the gas, And your next breath is your last. Drivers are rude, such attitudes, but when I show my piece, complaints cease. Something's odd, I feel like I'm God. You stupid dumb shit god damn mother fucker. I open the glove box, reach inside, I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride.
Yeah, ece359 got dropped with about as much thought as I used to add it to my schedule in the first place. The first assignment and the screaming woman were just too much. Course: dropped. Textbook: returned.

My other work I had to do this week wasn't too bad. It's just hard to get into the homework cycle after being used to coming home and no longer having to worry about things til I get back to work the next day. A couple more assignments and I'll be all set. Besides, my [remaining] professors are pretty cool so this semester should shape up to be a bit of alright.

(insert clever segue)

So yeah, skydiving saturday. I went out with Aaron, Angela, and Paul. Did a few jumps which were kinda interesting. The exits have been going really well, but the new problem I've developed now that I got my fall rates all set is backsliding. Apparently when I arch I like to bring my feet to far in which causes me to fly backwards the whole time. Somewhat annoying when trying to dock, I get to work on that next week.

Funny jump of the week: a five-way organized by Missy where, on the first point, I was in the center, with one person docked on each of my limbs. The only problem is everyone was kinda drifting around a bit waiting for the fifth to come, often times out from the center, which would flatten me out, making me cup air and pull up. Long story short I felt like I was being drawn and quartered the whole time. About 45 seconds later I'd had quite enough of that so I broke it off. Still a lot of fun, but prolly looked pretty funny from an outside view.

After that, Paul and I decided to do some more two-way jumps so we could pay closer attention to what the other was doing and be able to comment once we got on the ground. The third jump we spent flying near each other and keeping our heading and fall rates the same without taking any docks. Then just to make it interesting at around 8000' started trading off doing backflips.

So I'm going to get an RW suit. There's really only one way to go when it comes to suits, so that makes that decision easy. I'll prolly get measured for it next weekend. If you come up with some cool color schemes of what you think I should get let me know, I'm not really sure what I want right now and am open to suggestions (no, suggesting all pink is not creative or amusing)

So Saturday night we had dinner with a bunch of David's roommates and friends which was cool. We then went back to David's and played some hardcore competitive foosball and did jaeger-bombs all night. I figured out two things doing this. One: jaeger-bombs taste like Robitussin. Two: the purchase of a foosball table for our apartment is inevitable. Between that and Hans getting a nice dartboard this place is going to go off whatever scale it is we are using to measure our apartment... probably something about the level of ass being kicked...

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