23 and so tired of life.

It’s Max‘s birthday. He’s 23. A whole mess of us met up at his place and went out drinking. I bailed early, when we were at Escafé, because I’ve got work to do here at home. Happy birthday, Max.

Nastygram.

Some troglodytic cretin sent me a thinly-veiled threat today regarding nancies.org’s tablature, apparently having mistaken me for somebody so stupid that I don’t understand copyright or fair use: From: “David Hall” <dhall@halleonard.com> To: “Waldo Jaquith” Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 3:31:50 PM US/Eastern Dear Waldo: It has come to our attention that you have been …

All done.

I took my final final exam this evening, in biology lecture. I made the mistake of checking out my grade on last week’s biology exam beforehand, and was shocked to find that I got a B. I knew that material cold. I’ll be going in to review it tomorrow, as I should like very much …

Blacksburg Living

I’ve been checking out apartments and houses in and around Blacksburg. If I have to live in a place like Pointe West Properties or Foxridge Apartment Homes, sweet lord, kill me now. These are places with volleyball courts, that claim to be in a “majestic countryside setting,” places where happy students congregate at the complex’s …