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I feel almost ill today. Here’s the deal. Someone stole my laptop and my Ipod. Here’s the deal, I wasn’t at the appartment on friday night and someone made off with my laptop bag. Saturday when I got back we called the police and filed a report. I’m keeping my hopes up but this kind of thing dosen’t look good. I’m hoping the total morons that took it leave a paper trail so I can get it back. It’s not like we don’t know who took it. There were only four people at the party that hadn’t been over there a thousand times. The policia will be calling me today to give me an update on the situation. I’ll keep hope alive until Lappy is found.

I think I just really wanted to use that title. But in the morning at work I am really interested in the cooking and eating of oatmeal. It could be that I’m still a little bit zombified from the early morning and the monotonous drive to work. But anyway the amusement is still genuine. When I put that bowl of water and dried oat flakes into the microwave it’s like watching a tiny volcano. But you mustn’t take your eyes off the bowl… you mustn’t… less you invoke the wrath of the weaponized oatmeal. Which is my idea for “non-lethal” but highly painful military weaponry. If they could just find a way to deliver this in mass quantities… on the glory of seeing foamy globs of molten oats pouring out of buildings full of insurgents. Also I would not recomend leaving a plastic fork in the oatmeal, sometimes the resulting mutilation is hard on the mouth. In closing… I love the smell of oatmeal in the morning.

I was just noticing that my diet pretty much consists of nothing but pre-made food. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I’m just starting to notice it. I think the only complaint I have is the lack of texture in my meals. I have to make a special trip to the deli across the street just to get a sandwich so I can enjoy the solidness of bread. The rest of my food intake comes in the microwavable form. It’s not that I’m complaining, because I have nobody else to blame but myself, I really like soup. Especially Campbell’s Chunky soup, it’s soo good.Also I really need to stop eating so many spicy foods… it’s bad times.

So the weekend has been over for about 9 hours… oh I miss it already. The snow storm happend, or as I like to refer to it as “The over-reaction of aught five” I’m starting to hate living in the “south” during winter. I guess it was cool when I was in school and it was canceled because of flurries, or chance of flurries, or a bad forecast even. But now that I’m out there living in it, it just sucks! The whole town shuts down and panics. On Saturday it was hard to find something to do during my psuedo-date with Faith on Saturday. I say that because we went to dinner and a movie. Weird huh? But now that that is behind me I have work to look forward to, and practice basketball games this week, yaah!

So I probably should have written this when I got home from the ball, or at least yesterday. But I was still recovering. On Wednesday my parents took me to the Illinois State Society Inaugural Ball. Since the dinner at the ball was astronomically expensive we decided to go out to a place that was slightly less expensive, Ruth’s Chris steakhouse. The only thing I have to say about that place is, Oh dear Lord, Beef has never tasted so good. I would say well worth the price. After that we took the metro, In tuxedos, to the Grand Hyatt in DC. The hotel was really cool, and the whole place was decked out. There were lots of people there that I could only immagine were political insiders or something equally interesting. At the very least they were wealthy. So me and the ‘rents mingled about for a little while looking at all the fabulous Illinois stuff, if you can call it that. After a couple hours they settled into one of the upstairs ballrooms and I ventured off on my own. My expensive cash bar drink in one hand and a bit of confidence in the other. After realizing that most of the people there were uncaring asshats, I amused myself by fraternizing with the help. My years of expierence in the food service industry has told me that they would be the most fun to talk to anyway. After a while my parents found me and told me that they were making a night of it and heading back to the car. I told them that I would take the Metro home myself. I made my rounds again, this time heading to that den on iniquity know as the country western saloon. That’s when I spotted a lovely young woman, who was obviously embarassed by something going on out on the dancefloor. I jumped at the chance and struck up a conversation. Now I realize that this post is getting long so I’ll leave out the details. But lets just say that she made the night not boring anymore. and I actually danced to a country song, not that I remember much of anything beyond her beautiful blue eyes. Hopefully I’ll be talking to her again. Although she does live in Michigan. or Arizona. or West Virginia. or all of the above?