one month of bliss

that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)

i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)

homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.

ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.

you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.

last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.