This scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suRDUFpsHus

followed by this scene:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAP2JMYcLrE

might comprise 5 minutes of the most heartbreaking and best television ever made.

"Yeah, I had 26 chickens and now I have zero chickens. I wasn’t able to keep the raccoons away from the chickens. And then for a year after that happened the chicken feathers are still around from the massacre. There’s just hundreds and hundreds of sparrows around my barn and they were taking the chicken feathers and stuffing my chimney with them to make nests. And then I would have a fire and I would see the smoke coming out and I would see little feathers reminding me of how I let down the chickens. And the whole line, “Don't speak about the cycles of life 'cause your thoughts are so soft I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife.” The whole cycle of life thing was so apparent I was like, "Oh come on, this is just too obvious." Yeah, but then it also kind of talks about the implications of the cremations and the remains of animals and people floating and landing in our hair without us knowing it."

I'm convinced the heat in the South does funny things to people.

I just want everyone to know that I laugh at all of you in the South calling your current above freezing temperatures a cold front that ruins spring weather (this was actually someone's facebook status). I also laugh at the "Winter Weather Advisory" that's being listed for my hometown.

It's currently 12 degrees F in Grinnell with a sub-zero wind chill. Tomorrow night's low is 6 degrees with a probably even lower wind chill, and we have an average yearly snowfall around 3 feet (global warming seems to be increasing that). So, you now may call me smug, but I will continue to forever say, "Psssssssssshhhhhhhhh."

So, really, anyone mind picking me up from the airport next Saturday at 6:45 PM? Even better would be if you wanted to?

Please?

Ever notice how if you eat ice cream out of the carton that the ice cream closest to the edges of the container starts melting first? There's a thermodynamical reason for that, and I once wrote a program for it. Regardless, it breaks my heart because it means I have to put the ice cream away before it all starts melting limiting my ice cream intake. Also, why the hell do you keep the ice cream in a plastic bag in the freezer? Or is that just a my mom thing?

And I set up the wireless network but it slowed down the internet so badly on all my computers that I just unplugged it, and was a little heartbroken. Okay. Really heartbroken.

I haven't done any linear either. I don't like school work. I will do one section of the problem set though. Actually, that will leave only one proof, which I think kind of follows from one I did earlier. The point is, I will do something with myself other than sit around, eat chips, and watch Scrubs all day because I know that's damn pathetic. In recompense, I did go for a stroll on my bike through the neighborhood tonight until I heard some weird noises from the trees on the side of the road and then saw a weird creature lunge out of said trees ten meters behind me. I proceeded to exceed thirty miles per hour as I raced as fast as I could home.

And I think my uncle left a letter on the desk for me to proofread, and I swear the man has to be illiterate. It's just mean of me.

And I've completely talked myself out of doing my homework. I'm just going to bed. Take care of the Fat Lady. Good night and have a nice life.

It's close to four in the morning, and this song makes me a little bit sad.

I'm back home for a little while. It's different. It's always different.

I just downloaded Scrabble for my computer. It makes life so much better.

I've decided to not look at anything related to my academics until after this weekend. At which point, I will probably sit at my desk upstairs listening to unbelievably loud music (without headphones on and probably classical symphonies at that) and do a shit ton of work. The most immediately arduous task I think will be critically reading Descartes' Meditations and recreating them. I thought I liked philosophy, and I think still enjoy existentialism, which I'll be taking next semester, but I definitely hate anything before Nietzsche it seems. Actually, probably just anything that came before science actually meant something.

And I fixed the internet at home yesterday and will be setting up a wireless network within the next few days. It's not like I'll get to use it too often. I'll be home for a few weeks after this semester ends, then I'll spend the rest of my summer in Montana and will come home for two more weeks maybe and then leave to go back to Grinnell. I have to say though that I think I'm finally getting things the way I've always wanted them though. I might actually get to end up doing what I want to do in life, which is always a quite wonderful thing.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go fly kites. Mystery Girl likes flying kites too. It's kind of really cool. I think I may clean my bike up some tonight so I can go riding here soon. The chain's really nasty from the wonderfully dry Iowa winter. Oh well.

And I don't know what it is, but my mother loves the most horrible movies ever. And I went to the dentist, and I have amazing teeth I'm told. My diabetes is great too. Oh, and my eyes are still crazy, but that's all. I'm sure you all really cared to know how my body's doing, but whatever. I'm probably crazy, but no one's made me see a psychologist yet.

And I'm going to go upstairs and play Scrabble because I hate being downstairs.

It's Tuesday night. I've got a Linear Algebra test tomorrow. I'm tired of school work. I spent all afternoon finishing my Mechanics assignment that's due tomorrow after I got owned by a test on Monday. I've been told that last year, the average for the first test was around a 37. That cheered me up because I'm pretty sure I probably didn't do much better than that. Every one I've discussed the test with says it destroyed them as well. So, all the physics majors at Grinnell are presumably horrible failures, or at least for the class of '09.

Mystery Girl and I are going out Thursday. Not sure where I'm going to take her, but the fact that I can actually take her somewhere since I got my car working yesterday is pretty damn awesome.

And I can't wait until the drive home on Saturday. A little more than ten hours of me sitting in a car listening to whatever I want to and just driving. It will be grand.

And I ate at this restaurant Friday night. I just checked my bank statement. They charged me $118 in addition to the cost of my meal. I just called them up. The girl is going to have to go through all of the receipts from that night and call me back tomorrow. It was pretty damn ridiculous. My only conclusion was the person who punched it in charged me also for everyone else's meal that night at my table. Ridiculous.

And the restaurant just called me back saying the only they charged me was what I wrote down, which isn't even showing up on my bank transactions. Sooooooo, I'm out $118 unless I bitch and moan some more, which I may do?

And I guess I'm going to read Descartes. Eff school and voluminous amounts of work. I quit.

Take care of the Fat Lady. Good night and have a nice life.

I have 150 pages to read about the "Historical Jesus." I'm not doing that because I work a whole lot anyways, and now that I'm almost to break (even if I have multiple tests and papers before then), I feel like doing nothing.

And someone just knocked on my door collecting money for the local animal shelter, and they had dogs and let me play with them for a few seconds. It was prreeeeeetty awesome. I miss my dogs. I look forward to going home and getting to play with them.

And things are going well with Mystery Girl. We hung out some again today, and I don't feel like going into details because I just don't do that on here, but things are well.

And I didn't initially like the new Arcade Fire record too much, but each time I listen to it I like it more and more. Pretty sure I'm getting rather addicted to it and its goodness.

And dog scratched me, but it's cool. I like dogs.

But seriously, home in a week, and if there isn't a celebration like awaiting me, I will be very disappointed. And I got your message, Russell. I would've called back, but you sounded really sad, and I couldn't deal with sadness because sad is bad. I'm just staying in your room when I'm back home once in a while (actually, you should be waiting for me when I get home on next Saturday night). Be prepared. I'll tell you all about Mystery Girl. Even her real name. Just not on here because that's against the rules. And it's time for Historical Jesus. Historical Jesus and Neon Bible. Life is good.

Take care of the Fat Lady. Good night and have a nice life.