8:45 am : Turn off the scotty doesn't know alarm..why is the phone so friggin far away from my bed??
8:55 : zzzzz...."scotty doesn't know, that fiona and me.....scotty doesn't know, scotty doesn't know"..........zzzz......
1:32 pm : Rolled out of bed. Go to caf for pizza (whole wheat or white..the hardest desicion of my day, EVERY DAY...what can I say, I go to YU, give me some slack.)
2:44: Really dont remember so well, but I think it had something to do with either ESPN.com, CNNSI.com, or NBA.com, just to venture an educated assumption. Trust me on this one.
3:12ish : Roomate Jake returns from his all-important interview with a financial firm; sadly, the first and only thing he had to say was,"caf food at Stern on 34th tasted just a crappy as ours does"--- good to know Jake, good to know.
4:12 : 3 minutes to make a desicion on whether to go to Forensic Economic class or not..(just say that over one more time in your head, "Forensic Economics"...think I really wanna go?)
4:15 : (jason is away at 4:15 pm)
5:34 : (jason has returned at 5:34 pm) Needless to say, I went to class. Let me tell you something - terrible desicion. Couldn't follow one thing the foreign-born professor had to say, and all I was actually thinking about was the Rocket's starting lineups from 1992 thru 2005, and I have the ripped out notebook paper as proof. And btw, don't you hate when all those stupid little peices of paper from the edge of your notebook get stuck on the rest of the pages and you put the scraps in ur pocket quickly, only to find them 2 weeks later when your outside the community's Eruv on Shabbos? Five-Star and Mead are for sure joining OJ and Dan Miceli in the lowest level of hell.
9:04 : I got caught up doing like 4 things in the past little while...it was so exciting having things to do, totally out of the normal routine of a Jason day. I had dinner with a friend in the caf here (I still don't beleive Jake, I must say..its impossible) followed by going to the meat market..errr sorry I meant sefarim sale...and then I, get ready for this one ladies and 'gents, went to the library. No, the apocolypse hasn't come. I just had to print out something (now is your cue for the collective sigh...ahh..feel better?)
10:32 : Just got off the phone with the girlfriend. Everything is just fine, thank the good lord. Next.
11:56 : .....scotty doesnt know, scotty doesnt know......Please, please, please, I beg of someone in the comments section to stick something new in my size 6 7/8 head. (I must mention btw that having a head that size is SO much kewler than having a size 7 isn't it..gotta love the 0.125 inch subtraction of skin, props to G-d.) To conclude today, since in 4 minutes it will officially be the starting point of tommorow's blog (a really stupid word, can't we rename these things something like "Space For Losers Who Have Too Much Time On Their Hands"?) I would like to say its been a really weird day, and I can't wait for the next one. And the Rockets won, by a lot. See, I knew something was a bit off. Gnite.