Car is in needed repair. It shakes profusely when idling, and smells of exhaust fumes. Ick.
I might do the 'ol, "This is what my classes are like" this semester, or I might not. I'll most likely be bored tonight, so we will see. I figure no one really cares, but it helps my memory.
I also came across a freaky thing today. We went into the lab for my robotics class today, and the teacher was having trouble turning on the robot. finally, after 5 minutes of tinkering, it moved, and I must say, I got turned on. It was only a fraction, very SMALL fraction of what Erin does to me, but it was....riviting. Why do I feel this way? I mean, I just used the phrases "rivited", "turning on the robot", and, um, "turned on". Freaky. Maybe if I were to construct a lady robot at the end of the semester that resembled Erin, I would have the best of both worlds.....you know....she would need lubricated every now and then, and when she needs something, she would loudly squeek, but all in all, it could be comforting. I'll be like "I am your master" and she would say "Yes", and I would say, "Good, lets spend your money ona pool table", and she would say, "of course, I already bought one for you as a belated birthday gift. It is black with red felt and your friends could come and play with you as I clean the house." I would be like, "Boo YAH!" and I would see that pool table...and I must say, my fantasy pool table is really, REALLY exciting me.....AAAARRRGH!!!!! Great, now pool tables turn me on......I truly am one whacked out dude. I think I would definately stick with the real Erin though....she feels so.....
*Vows not to go into detail*
On a rather more random note, the ceiling in here is weird....never noticed it before.