I'm writing a proposal for my comp. class that makes fun of the Wartburg "Be Orange" campaign. A key part of this is the information regarding how much the college spends on "Be Orange" mints and banners. So one would think that the college cares enough about these that they would know a little about it, right? wrong. First I went to the presidents office, thinking the 'ol Jack R. Ohle would know about the stuff because he's the one that instituted the slogan. Well that office told me to go down to the marketing office---which makes sense. The marketing office had no idea for either of those things...they told me to ask the info desk about the mints and ask the president's office about the banners. When I told them i had just come from there, marketing was stumped and told me that the bill for the banners had probably gone through human resources and that I should go there. Human Resources told me, rather upedly I think, that they only deal with payroll.........so the banner trail ended with a dead end. Following the mint trail, I went to the info desk. This is where I just got mad at the college. The info desk knew the answer....THEY KNEW THE ANSWER!!!! but the lady wouldn't tell me, she said food services had to tell me...so I trudged to yet another office and asked them about the mints. The person at the desk went to ask a manager and the manager came out all huffy. I think he knew I was going to make fun of the mints in this paper, because he tried to get rid of me as fast as possible. He said he had no idea, the bill hadn't come, it's a new thing, and they wouldn't know. hmmmmm......interesting that the ppl that ordered the mints have no idea....not even an estimate...as to how much these stupid mints cost. So after all that, I came up with nothing......NOTHING!!!!

because it's not like you have anything better to do, right?

"and now, a word from the president: Damn it feels good to be a gangster..." can you tell me where thats from??

so I have gym right now...and I hate it. Even with my muscular physique it sucks. Today our teacher (I don't know if I should call him Mr, Dr, Proffessor, or coach) was gone with the wrestling team, because, once again, our team is in the playoffs. So today we had to workout on our own. I went after work this morning at 9. Ummmm....like I even know how to using the weight room equiptment! I haven't touched that stuff since 9th grade. We have to workout for 40 minutes a week on our own time in addition to normal class time, so normally I will go with my friend justin. This time, though, I was flyin solo. So after a quick glance into the weight room, I headed for an open treadmill: safe, simple, hell. Many of you know about my one, amazing year in Cross Country, but for those of you who don't, I can sum it up nicely: I was good at and enjoyed everything except for the running. So here I was going back to an activity that I despise, but I REALLY didn't want to do one of those step machines. So I bit the bullet and ran for a wopping 2.2 miles.....I won't even mention how long it took me to do that either.....THEN, to make matters worse, I got back to my room and my roommate had already left.....and locked the door.....and I didnt' bring my keys with me to work. FAAAAABULOOOOUS! All I wanted to do was take a shower and get clean again. Did I mention that I overslept this morning and woke to my supervisor calling me on the phone at 7:40 to tell me I was already 10 minutes late for work?? Yes this was a fantastic morning.......pooper

And so it goes for those who eat the Wartburg Caf's Chimichangas

poopunder mybum: oooooh, nothing on earth or in heaven should move so fast as what just moved through my bowels
poopunder mybum: lordy
bbeastieboyfan88: it already went through???
bbeastieboyfan88: You ate like 45 minutes ago
poopunder mybum: not yet, it's still sitting in my anus
poopunder mybum: but it's close
bbeastieboyfan88: about to burst, huh?
poopunder mybum: yessir

I stopped archieving my posts....I don't think anybody looks at those anyway.

I've been holding out on this until my bro actually did it....and I thought he was gonna wait longer, but he apparently couldn't wait. You guessed it, foozy asked his girlfriend to marry him.....and she said yes. Now, this does NOT come as a surprise to me at all. There are just some things you can't tell your bro while he is in the middle stages of a relationship, but I knew they would eventually get married the first time I met her. So I just figured it was a matter of time before he made sure and then did it. So that is good. anyway, I gotta get crackin on another paper. Later dooooooooodes