what to do?

My windshield was cleaned this morning by another vehicle. The man driving the Dodge hatchback apparently had a dirty windshield and felt it necessary to clean it while driving. In doing so, he sprayed my windshield with the excess washer fluid that missed his window. I wouldn't have minded but he almost came to a complete stop while spraying and wiping. Me being annoyed, decided to pass him to give him the thankful stare down. I look over at him and he's two knuckles deep into his left nostril. I watch in amazement.

If only I could sing like this guy.

Looks as if the hurricane bags are coming back out! It's always a riveting time when this momentous event happens.

Guy That Is In The Band always makes the weirdest comments. Everyone is talking about hurricanes for some reason and he chimes in about the live reporters at the storm. "One day some sign is going to come flying by and cut their head off." Did I mention that he always smiles when he talks?

"The clouds are forming
She comes again
I'll go and walk with her
Along the Seine

Soon she'll be storming
Here comes the wind
But that don't bother me
'Cause she's my friend

I love the rain"
-I Love the Rain by Lenny Kravitz

My first thought is that he is singing about a hurricane with a female name. If not that then, some weather lady on TV.

I laughed.

Two more days till the trip back to Mississippi State. I, myself, could not be more excited. I only wish I would have waited on the announcement to my boss about this decision. If JSC closes it's doors to Ike I will be ripped off on a free vacation day. I could just challenge the HR Lady and add it to my time sheet anyways. That will give her some much needed work to figure out.

What was the largest number of living ex-presidents at one time?

Last entry's answer was the 20 yard line.

houston, we're having problems with matt

I have been a very busy boy as of lately. Posting has become extinct this past week. I just didn't want to share my experiences. Others might get jealous.

This past week I found out that I'll be working in Mission Control. I have never ever been more shocked in my life. "Houston, Matt is screwing something up."

I talked to The Girl for almost an hour. She probably misses me so much.

I'm going to be a model! Maybe. Doubtful. At the mall the other day some girl (very pretty girl) stopped me and my roommate and asked if we would try out for some model agency. I swiftly said no. He on the other hand is a sucker for any pretty girl. "You'll never see her again." So as a result of him being a push over I ended up taking a model shot picture. I'm number 82, don't vote for me. It was another government id photo shoot. No smile.

For Burd's birthday I bought him some space ice cream from the gift shop. He giggled like a little school boy.

Sunday I was a painter instead of a sunday schooler. Hope mom doesn't read this. The desk, dvd shelf, and small table all were painted black. The random colors had to go.

Travel plans are set in stone. I fly out on 9-11. If anyone blinks on my flight I will kick their butt.

Still no news from suspenders. I think he heard of the blog and is staying away from me.

Michael Scott: Oh God a minivan. What is Merideth's problem!?
Jim: Well I think she has a kid.
Michael Scott: Yeah, she has one kid, no husband...she's not going to find one driving this thing around.
-The Office

In 1900 what was the average age at death in the US?

Last entry's answer was Switzerland.