So, on this day in 1976, I was born.  1976.  How awful. Certainly a time for retrospection.  Too bad I don't have some forum where I can write all my idiotic thoughts and rants and sentiments.

    The years go by, the the droll sense of humor stays.  Boo-ya!

    Anyhow, I'm here at work, of course.  You know, my last six birthdays have been largely unpleasant. Washington and Lee has three terms in it's school year, and for some reason my birthday always fell at the end of the second term, which meant I was always taking finals.  I spent my 21st birthday in Leyburn Library studying all night for a final in Money and Banking.  I went into the final with a B-/C+.  The final was curved.  I got a D+ in the last.  Which meant I got somewhere on the order of a J- on the final, after the curve.  Needless to say, at that point I seriously contemplated dropping my Economics major.
    However, on that same day, back in 1997, I received the my Nintendo 64 from Liz, my girlfriend at the time. I drove all the way to Staunton, VA, after no sleep, to fetch a video game.  Actually, Liz got me the N64 a few days earlier, but we decided that with Jed's non-existent work ethic, we'd be killing him academically if we unveiled the dream machine during finals.  So today, my N64 is 3 years old.  It's done a lot for us.  It made Rick our friend again.  There was a time when we lived at the Honeycomb Hideout that Rick disappeared for a few weeks.  The N64 patched things up a bit.  Of course, I think I broke up with Liz shortly after getting the N64.  I felt pretty guilty about that. I offered to give it back, but in my heart I knew she'd never take it back.  Anyhow, we got back together anyway. Of course, when she visited me that summer, she constantly complained that I'd rather spend my time playing Nintendo than hang out with her.  Actually, i think I broke up with her shortly after she arrived from the airport.  That was a tough visit.  But Starfox 64 helped make the pain go away.

    You know, I feel kind of guilty now.  I'm really not that much of a monster.  And Liz and I got back together anyway.  For a few more months.  I was just trying to do the right thing. Which ended up being the wrong thing.  Anyhow, the point is, I love my Nintendo 64 like I love few other things.  It's a happier birthday for it than it is for me in some ways, which says a lot, considering it's an inanimate object.  Of course, whereas I am skidding down the incline towards serious depression, my Nintendo is hovering steadily at absolutely neutral.  Oh, sure, it gets a bit tempermental at times, but it knows how much I love it.

    Anyhow, so not much planned in the way of a crazy ho-down.  I'll probably just end up at Great Lakes.  I saw James for lunch today, and for my birthday he offered to buy me my $1.25 hot dog.  That was actually quite an impressive gesture.  Of course, when after he ordered my hot dog and his pretzel, he opened his wallet to find exactly one dollar.  Classic James. On more than one occasion this guy has gone up to a bar to order a drink, sometimes mulptiple drinks, and then ask one of us who happened to pass by if we had any money.  Like the fact that money was actually necessary to complete the transaction never crossed his mind.  Anyway, it was no big deal.  Just a amusing little fun fact about james.

    Yesterday I received two unsolicited submissions of "literature" from two girls in florida, requestiong that they be posted on the South Pole.  This is the first time that people I didn't know at all have actually submitted things.  It turns out that at least one of them is in a class at Florida State called "Articles and Essays Workshop," and the only way they can get an A in the class is to get published somewhere.  If they get 12 rejection notices they can get a B.  This girl also said that of course she waited till the last minute, and I'd be doing her a huge favor.  Naturally, I can relate to this sort of procrastination.  I could've charged them money I think.  But for what? Like 20 bucks?  So, in the true sham-nature of the South Pole, I spent a few hours this afternoon updating the least updated of all my pages, and, walla!, these two girls are now "published."  So they get their A's, and I've done my good deed for the day.  Not to disparage any potential FSU readers of this page, but I recall that about 6 years ago I received an application from FSU, in the form of the "E-Z Application" form.  Basically, all I had to do was put my name on the paper, send it in, and I was in FSU.  Truthfully, I've only skimmed these girls' stories.  They're kind of depressing.  And while I have sympathy for their procrastination-induced plight, I certainly have no sympathy for people who spell "you're" as "your," and who make up words like "majestical."  While I myself am often guilty of these, I certainly have an abundant amount of sympathy for myself.
    Now I have to go back and reread this damn entry to make sure I don't have any stupid mistakes.

    Anyway, I still have about 2100 words to go on the paper that's due thursday.  We are not pleased.  I couldn't really enjoy the weekend because I had all this shit hanging over my head.  It started all wrong with my horrible experience friday with Fed Ex. There's definitely a strongly-worderd letter coming in the future, so watch out! right.  Anyway, I have about 2000 words for this paper floating around somewhere, but actually organizing them is gonna be the bitch. I hate doing the bitch work.  It makes me feel like a ... bitch.  Well, this has carried on for just about long enough.
 

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