Checksum Arcanius

After taking the CSE 326 final, which I finished up by 10:50, I headed back to my place to pack for the trip and to consolidate the rest of my stuff into my room. I finished that up around noon, and then headed to Bellevue to meet up with the parents before heading out to Utah. One truth about my family is that no matter how much time you take, someone in my family will always take longer. So, my mom didn’t show up until well after 3:00 (the Highlander needed to be washed, of course), and yet my Dad (who had all morning) didn’t finish packing until after my Mom was done. Then, of course, my mom needed to make herself some food. I managed to get us out the door (after watching most of Minority Report) before 5:00, I think.

At any rate, we stopped in Baker City the first night, then made it to Salt Lake yesterday. I stayed with Ben and Kaylee last night, and then attended the graduation this morning. After touring the BYU campus (so much the same, but also some very new buildings as well), we headed back to my Brother’s place, got the U-Haul, and started loading it up. And up, and up. Now almost everything is in the Truck. Tomorrow morning sometime, I’ll be on my way to East Lansing, Michigan!

Today (well, yesterday) I donated a pint of blood in a blazing 4:32. This blows away my previous record of 5:01.

Question: Are my veins getting more willing to give?

The plan on Monday was for me to go to class, go to work, and then take the next three days off of both to attend a family reunion on Vashon Island. So instead, I worked all Sunday night on a roramming programming assignment, worked straight through class on Monday on the same, and didn’t make it in to work becuase family members kept showing up at my parent’s house (where I was due to my regular Sunday dinner the previous evening). Suddenly, the family reunion which was supposed to start on Tuesday just sort of spontaneously started. The food was good, though, and I managed to finish the part of the programming assignment I was working on.
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A lot is going on in the next few days:

Friday: School, Drop Mario Off, Work, Dinner with Courtney, Bowling
Saturday: Drop off Mario, Pick up Jones, Ultimate/Frisbee Soccer, Tennis, Capitol Hill Block Party with the King County Libertarian Party
Sunday: Programming Assignment Checkpoint, Dinner with the early-arriving relatives
Monday: School, Work (lots of it), to make up for this week and next week
Tuesday: Family Reunion Begins
Wednesday: School, Family Reunion
Thursday: Family Reunion winds down, Programming Assignment Due
Friday: Hike with a few remaining family members

Then on the 16th, I leave for Provo, to take my brother’s stuff to Lansing, then I go to see Scott. Woohoo.

My roommate Adam had the birght idea of leaving his computer on playing music, locking his door and window, and then leaving the house (although I didn’t figure that out immediately). Even though it was annoyingly loud, I didn’t give a fuss until I was ready to go to sleep a few minutes ago. I went and knocked, recieving no answer. So I knocked louder. Still no answer. At the suggestion of Kunlun, I checked outside, and sure enough his Jeep was gone. I called him, and he didnt answer. So I tried for a while to drown out his music with my own — which worked, but wasn’t a successful way to get to sleep. Finally, I had had enough. I gave one more series of knocks which could not be ignored, then told my other roommates “I’m going in,” which I proceeded to do. Hollow doors are depressingly easy to kick open, I have learned. Moments later, his speakers were off, his comptuer shut down, and his audio cables unplugged. The door even closed and locked afterwards, although it was somewhat worse for the wear. He might not notice, but for the angry message I left on his phone where I ended with “and no, I won’t pay for the door.” Mind you, this is before I had made the decision to go in. I don’t know if I would have used such fighting words had I already done it.

Ryan: I hate retard roommates
Joe: what’re they up to?
Ryan: ok, I grab some milk
Ryan: and its not cold. I’m like, wtf mate
Joe: uhh
Ryan: so I go back to the fridge. Someone has it turned all the way down. its been that way for at least a couple of hours, judging by the temperature of my milk (not warm, but not cold)
Joe: why…
Ryan: and I think I figured it out. The roommate thinks “1” is coldest
Ryan: when clearly, “9” is the coldest
Ryan: there’s no other reason for it to be there, as he just put his own stuff in there
Joe: umm…
Ryan: anyway, I know that if I were to bring it up, the roommate who is to blame would get defensive, so its really not worth it
Ryan: so its back to normal, but omg retard roommates
Joe: wow
Joe: good job him?
Ryan: and my milk fscking isn’t cold
Ryan: I’m pissed off
Ryan: I only like cold milk
Joe: well.
Joe: yea
Joe: who like semilukewarm milk?
Joe: that’s nasty
Joe: hot milk is ok
Ryan: yeah, just above that temperature where its not quite cold
Ryan: so, its above above cold
Ryan: not even just above cold
Joe: yeah
Ryan: meh
Ryan: anyway
Ryan: how’s your fridge?

Is, of course, being able to commit minor “crimes” without worrying about getting caught. Since cops never come here, my roommates and I felt pretty confident exploring the explosive qualities of Everclear (190 proof alcohol) and depth charge firecrackers. It turns out that everclear, while it burns very well by itself, and fuses, while they burn very well by themselves, do not burn well when combined. It was a sad night in Seattle indeed.