Something crazy happened today. So two days ago I was looking in my senior yearbook to find out the name of a kid that came into SA that day....it was Joe Poole (not that you care, but it was bothering me that I couldn't remember). But as I was flipping through the pages looking for his picture, I came across Heather Hanson's pic. (break out those yearbooks, ladies and gentlemen) I'm almost positive none of you know who she is....and I shouldn't really either. She moved to Lakeville the same year I did and was in my ninth grade gym class. I can't say I have ever actually held a conversation with her for more than a few minutes, yet we still maintain an interesting relationship. Starting with the summer after my 10th grade year, I worked at Snyder Drug, and worked there until the summer after my Senior Year. During those 2 and a half years, Heather worked at various places around Snyders and always seemed to come in when I worked....but not like all the time. Maybe 3 or 4 times a year. Then, when I switched to SA, she worked at the Kwik Trip across the street...and has stopped in like twice since I graduated. But even though we never talked or said hi or anything when we were in school, somehow this strange relationship has survived. And it hasn't ever been like seeing someone you haven't seen for a while and smiled, but wondered if they recognized you. It has always been a multual thing. So today when I was working, she came in. She (just like me) had changed hairstyles and was looking hotter than ever, but never looked at me while I was completing the sale. Finally, when I gave her the change, she looked up and was like "HEY! IT'S YOU! I haven't seen you in forever!" And I was like, yea, I've been at school. And then she left. And miracurously, this unusual relationship lives on.
I say it's a relationship because I think it's so weird that we never knew each other in high school, yet she says hi more often than most of my "friends" from high school. At any rate, most of you (like the Rockfordites) have no idea who I'm talking about. But that's the strange thing, 'cause I don't even know who this Heather Hanson is. But she stops in, and that's cool.

aaaaaaaaaaand I'm back. Nothing to report, though. I've been working...and that stinks, no need to beat a dead, and bloated~~~I am...smellin like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed.....I am...smellin like a rose that somebody gave me, 'cause I'm dead and bloated!~~~horse. I did, on the other hand, find out some good/bad news. The good being I may be working a set weekly schedule at SA this summer.....MTWHF, which means I get weekends OFF! But the bad part of it would is that I would have to work only 7-3 shifts. And I think we all know that I would rather go to BED at 7 a.m. then have to GET UP at 7 a.m. Yish. But whatever.....summer isn't really for fun anymore, as you all know. It's the opposite of high school.....now summer is for working and no fun...and school is for goofing around and having fun....at least, that's what I do. A hee hee! Alright, at any rate, I think I'm going to bed. I gotta work AGAIN tomorrow and then Sunday I go back to the 'Burg. Yup, and then I have school and stuff....I dunno, it'll be tough to get back into the grind after all of my "hard" classes are done....but I think I'll manage. Alright, as the Beastie Boys once said: 3M TA3

I haven't been away from Wartburg but a few days, and already I'm forgetting everything I've learned....nooo not academically....socially. Today is April 20th, a sort of holiday for some folks, such as two of my roommates...and their friends....and their friends....and my friends....but not me. Which reminds me of a funny story about people who think they know what's up, but really have no clue. In our common room of our suite, there is a long homemade poster colored with highlighters, written in psychadelic letters, exclaiming: IT'S ALWAYS 2:09! This is in reference to a period of about 3 days where my roommates and their former roommates (like the guy who used to live in my spot) came back to their room at a late hour and looked at the microwave clock and it said 2:09....and then the next night they came back at about the same time and it said 2:09....by the third night (yes, their was alcohol involved) they were like "It's always 2:09!!!" Only to realize that it was 2:09 even at noon....yes, someone had stopped cooking their food with 2 minutes and 9 seconds remaining...and then hadn't cleared it out. So anyway, that was way back at the beginning of the first semester, and this story that I'm a part of takes place in mid-second semester. Another thing you should know about our particular suite, is that it's rather famous around campus....uh.....agriculturally speaking. For reasons that you can guess, but other reasons too.....but that's none of your business. So two girls that I know visited me and we were sitting around talking about stuff, (it was a friday night and they were going to go play pictionary, while I was waiting for my beer to arrive.....get the picture?) when one of them was like....
"oh! 2:09! That's the pot smoking time!"
Silence.
Me: "uhhh......noooooo.....hehehehehehe.....nooooo"
Her: "Oh yea...hahahah, I meant 4:09"
I start snickering
Me: "Umm....I think you mean 4:20?!"
Her: "Oh yea, uh...that's what I meant."
Wowzas.....that was incredibly funny....and showed how incredibly niave she was. ON A COLLEGE CAMPUS!!!?! How is that even possible? I have no idea.

To get off of the school topic, I should mention what's going on at the homefront. I worked at good 'ol SA today from 7-3....it was rather boring, but I survived. It looks like I'll get in a good 40 hours of work during break, so that'll be a nice paycheck. Yesterday my brother and his fiance came down and we grilled and hung out. For all of you that don't live in Minnesota, we had monster storms all night....the whole state was under a Tornado watch. But, being a grilling family, we figured it was still safe to grill steaks. Well, about 20 minutes into our meal, we hear muffled screams coming from our backyard. Upon further investigation, my mom sees our neighbor from across the street frantically stomping out 2 foot flames that were burning in the wood chips around our house, and was spreading to the lawn. Well we quickly grabbed whatever we could to fill with water and ran out to help. I, unfortunately, was barefooted and as I ran around the side of the house carrying two buckets filled with water, I stepped on some embers. That hurt....but I was embarresed that I wasn't more careful, so I didn't say anything to anybody. So to make a short story shorter, we got it all out with minimul damage to our yard. Our neighbor said he was in his garage and saw smoke billowing out from behind our house. At first he thought it might have just been us grilling, but he thought it was too much smoke...so he ran across the street, and sure enough...our yard was on fire. So we thanked him for saving our yard....and actually, the way the wind was blowing and as dry as the grass was....he could've saved our house and the houses down wind from us. It was potentially a very bad situation. But we're all safe and happy.
Then, later in the evening, I went with my bro and his fiance back to their appartment in St. Louis Park to watch the T-Wolves, but we had just barely gotten on 35W when the storm hit. (Actually we were on the road when that Tornado was sighted just south of Lakeville) It wasn't so much the wind that was scary, but the rain was coming down so hard that we could literally not see a thing. So from County Road 50 to County Road 42, the rain came and we were forced to exit. We took refuge at the Burnsivlle Champs, off of 42 and watched the first half of the game. We were safe, still got to watch the game, my bro got to have a big mug of beer, I got to have.....*sigh*.....a lemonade....and it was all good. The only downside was that I didn't get back to Lakeville and in bed until nearly 1 a.m.....and I got up at 6 a.m. So the morning was a little rough.....much like tomorrow morning will be like, if I don't go to bed soon. So yea, peace out y'all.

School grades are making me mad. I just got my grade for a course that Wartburg created to make students more "aware" of "diversity." It's supposed to be a writing intensive course...which is like my job, right? Well my average on my papers (which counted for 60% of my grade) was an A-(although I did get an A on one paper that was worth 10% of my grade) . For my final project (which counted for 15% of my grade, and, might I add, we put in about 500x more effort into than any other group...and we should've gotten an "A") I got an A-. Then, for participation (which counted for 25% of my grade) I got a B. So add that up...10% of my grade was an A, 65% of my grade was an A-, and 25% of my grade was a B. So how in the heck did I end up with a B+??!?!?!?! ARRRRGH!!!!