It's been a while since I've posted.
It's been a week.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but to followers of the blog, I'm sorry.

This has been a crazy weekend. I moved in Thursday and have been unpacking and etcetera since. We went out Friday and Saturday nights and it was a lot of fun. We went grocery shopping and played poker. I lost five dollars.

I've really lost my knack for blogging.

I promise better blog posts are on the way.

This past weekend, two of my brother's friends, Josh and Dave, came to visit. They're cool guys, but they don't have much in the way of luck.

On the drive to Chicago, they got stuck in two and a half hours of traffic, making a six hour drive, well, eight and a half hours. They got in late Friday night at around 10:30.

The next day, we decided to go downtown because Josh hadn't been before. We were racing around Glenview, almost late for our train. We got out of Union Station into a light rain. This light rain turned into a torrential downpour. It sucked, a lot. We were drenched, and it looked like we fell in a pool or something. Or we got rained on.

On a more positive note, however, I noticed a lot of interesting things about Chicago.

(Previously) Unwritten, Unspoken Laws of Chicago

1. If you're a MILF, you have to visit downtown Chicago. Similar to Muslims making pilgrimage to the Saudi Arabian city of Mecca, Milfs (Milves?) must visit Chicago at least once in their lives, or as often as they can afford it. Just as Mecca is the most holy city of Islam, Chicago is the most holy city of Milfdom, and Milfs/Milves must shop there often.
2. If you're homeless, and you're holding a cup, you're not drinking anything. You're begging for change. You people are everywhere, especially the financial district and Michigan Avenue. Why don't you try begging the south side? Get out of the nice parts of Chicago. I don't feel bad for you, and I don't think your sob-story cardboard monologue is going to change my disposition towards you. Don't get me wrong, dear reader, but these people are everywhere. They get old, fast.
3. If you're a guy under 30, you must have rectangular glasses, spiked hair, and own an iPod. If you don't have an iPod, at the very least you have to be wearing headphones. It doesn't matter if you're listening to anything, you just have to have something in your ears.
4. If you're a sorority-type, you have to have outrageously oversized sunglasses, and even wear them at night or in the rain.
5. If you're not attractive, don't worry, there's a rule for you too. You have to walk slowly in the sidewalk and be unattractive.

Anyways, they tried to leave today. They packed up Brown's car and left, but it broke down 15 minutes down the Eden's Expressway. Bob and I drove down to pick them up and wait for a tow truck. There was traffic slowing down where there car was and Bob said that he wouldn't be surprised if the traffic was from Josh and Dave sitting shirtless on the back of Josh's car smoking cigarettes. I wouldn't have been surprised either but unfortunately, that did not happen. We waited with them for a tow truck for about an hour but we decided to just drive it home on back-roads. There was a problem with Josh's suspension and his car now shakes when he exceeds 30 miles per hour. It kind of goes without saying, but they're here for another night. They're going to try to get it welded tomorrow.

And now for something completely different: I'm going to start updating daily again. Don't worry, fans, you'll get all the sweet, sweet blogging that you crave.

To friends of the blog:
I'm sorry it has been so long. I've missed the hell out of you.

To enemies of the blog:
I'm sorry it has been so long. I've missed the hell out of you.

To people indifferent of the blog:
Whatever.

I've taken a week-long hiatus, and I know you all have been waiting for me to post. I know this desire has been so strong that an entire one (1) of you asked me to update the blog nicely (thanks, Gloria) and another one (1) of you threatened bodily harm upon me if I didn't update the blog (thanks, Tyler). So with a measly two requests, I've realized the extreme need for me to update the blog. I hope and pray that some of you read this to death but you were too shy to ask me to update it. Without much further ado, here is the blog entry.

I've had a terribly awesome week. Natalie came to visit for the weekend. We went to a yuppie beach on Lake Michigan where we swam and laid out. (I got the hell sunburned out of me.) We went to Bravo for dinner one night (I had free entree' coupons, I can further my image of being the cheapest boyfriend ever.) We had a lot of fun.

Bob came home from college. We've also been having a sweet time. We drink a lot at night and play a lot of Morrowind during the day.

I apologize for this blog post. It's neither funny nor entertaining. I'll have a real post soon, when I can think of something classy to write about.

I woke up this morning at around 9:30 and I stayed up 'til around 2:00 PM. I went to sleep until around 7 and I'm still up.

I'm not living a normal life.

My periods of being awake are punctuated by five-hour chunks of sleep. The result, of course, is that I feel like I haven't showered in weeks, I don't feel rested or rejuvenated and I have outrageous dreams, as mentioned in the post below.

To add to the depression of my abnormal sleeping habits, I ate a whole frozen pizza today. Each and every bite was delicious.

The iBook is chuggin' along. All's well on the laptop front. I'm still learning, trying to figure shit out.

Oh, and a note to the engineers over at Apple computer: I like the laptop a lot. Great job, everyone. I do have a few suggestions to improve your design, however.
1. Make the trackpad have two buttons. While the single button track pad mouse is visionary, emo, indie, artsy, and everything else associated with the Macintosh cliche, I do complain that holding the Control button and clicking to right-click is a hoop that I personally don't want to jump through. I won't be your circus animal, Apple. I won't be.
2. Ok, this one also deals with inane button combinations to do simple functions. Us westerners write left to right, subsequently, we read left to right, and type left to right. The backspace delete button works from right to left without the pressing of the Function key. When the function button and delete is pressed, then and only then does the computer delete from left to right. It's a little silly, for those of us who type sweet blogs at very late times in the night.
3. There are two USB ports. Now, from my gripes about the built-in keyboard I'm realizing I can eliminate all of my pain and suffering by buying a USB keyboard. I also have beef with the track pad. So, if I use an external mouse and keyboard I'm using both USB slots. I also have a printer and a digital camera. I refuse to play musical chairs with USB plugs, but it seems that I must.
4. Other than that, this m-f'er is tip-top. I like it.

Finally, on a more Paul Simony note, I'd recommend Paul Simon's cd "Negotiations and Love Songs 1971-1986". I've listened the hell out of it so far and it hasn't gotten old.

It's 2:48 PM as I post this. Take note, I'm not kidding about all that insomnia stuff.

I've decided I'm not going to report about my day here anymore. It's boring to read, boring to write, just terribly monotonous. I'm going to write about other things, but no longer will it be a daily update of my day.

Now that that's out of the way, I had two horrifying dreams in rapid succession.

In the first dream, Will Bowdoin, Tyler Hudson and I broke into Peter Perez's house (these are all people from Tampa). We had a gun with us and were intending to just scare him, but I was looking at it and it went off and it killed him in his sleep. We all freaked out and were cleaning the place up to try to rid it of CSI-esque evidence. It ended with the cops knocking on the door.

The second dream was just as bad. My sister got kidnapped and my brother met her kidnappers to go pick her up. He somehow got traded for her and ended up being a hostage taken aboard a fighter plane that crashed into the ground. Both of these dreams were incredibly horrifying while I was sleeping, but when I woke up I realized how a. bizzare b. pyschotic and c. not possible they are, so I was minorly relieved.

In other news, my new laptop came today in the mail. I've been Mac'in' ( groan) for most of the day. It's really cool, and I'm glad I bought it. It'll be much easier for school than the unwieldy HAL-9000. I want to talk about how I went to my favorite restaurant, Hackney's, for dinner tonight, but that falls under the boring and monotonous category.

I guess I just found a loophole.

Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh.

Oh, and also: Dan's designing a new template for this site for me. I've seen some images he sent me, and it's going to be really sweet. He's really talented. The clothes, boots, and motorcycles are just pictures. Oh, it's going to be sweet.