Manic

If only "manic" meant the opposite of "depressive" instead of its real definition, "affected with or marked by frenzy or mania uncontrolled by reason". If it did, prior to lunch I would have playfully pointed out that I was enjoying the manic part of the whole manic depressive psychosis. Speaking of "psychosis", following in the footsteps of archetypal, analog, and wary, psychosis is apparently the WORD OF THE WEEK. At some point in most weeks I reach the critical mass for some word which seems to be especially useful for the current discussion and begin to recognize it as near and dear to my heart. "Psychosis" has been successfully applied to everything over the last week.

But, I digress. After completely draining myself emotionally last week/this weekend, I had the privelege of creating a nifty little pattern analysing algorithm at work, complete with fantastic debug graphing utility. Coupled with my completely baseless optimism after a solid 7 hours of sleep last night, I was on top of the world. While Hanna's witchhunt was the worst part of the Sunday-Thursday period (peaking on Monday), it had fallen to third place behind my horrendous grad school experiences and [editor's note: item 3 redacted] by the time the weekend rolled around. While those two problems still remain, I've so emptied my emotional stores that I'm 'bouncing of the walls giggly' today. It's fantastic, like riding a friggin roller coaster in a blindfold. WOoooOOOO. One of my profs, however, just attempted to deflate my mood by telling me that the workload for his 400 level course increases significantly toward the end of the semester, which is awesome considering how little I want to be in that class. Luckily for me, the TA will become very lazy by the time that happens. I know how it works, I've been a grader before. You think you're going to try to catch all of the student's BS, and you spend some time doing it for the first couple of weeks, but eventually you just stop giving a crap and throw around check-marks like they're going out of style.

More from the land of Maryland later tonight, including a man named Hannah, a roommate who is attractive to gay men, and a friend with a foot fetish.

Addendum
Holy Man Purse! It's Engineer's Week, which is like Secretary's Day only for engineers, a group who no one typically wants to recognize. I think it originally started for train engineers, but the language was vague enough that we are now entitled to trinket-like gifts once a year. Last year we got a laser pointer which was of an intensity class that is higher than what is allowed in my building, meaning that we had roughly 3,000 illegal laser pointers in the building at the same time one day. I shipped it to Bess for some contest win. This year, the man purse with the corporate logo is pretty sweet, worth at least $15. While I actually kind of like it, I don't need it...does anyone want it? I'll solicit my family first, then I'll start trying to whore it off on women I'm trying to impress, followed by Bible study people, and if none of them wants it, I'll create some rigged contest so that I can give it to one of you at my whim. ADL, you're my top choice at the moment, as a sending you a man-purse is sure to convince you that I really do love you. So, if ADL doesn't want it and you think it would be tremendously ironic for you to be seen carrying around a man-purse of a multi-billion dollar defense contractor, let me know, and we'll work something out. It is my goal, after all, to highlight irony on the internet.

Addendum 2
I'm not making a new post, but I have a few items:
1) The man named Hannah is Matt and I's new roommate, though that's his last name. Tim "We'll Leave The Light On For You" Sanchez is set to be married in 2 weeks.
2) No one was oogled by another man at the grocery store, at least, no one that I know.
3) Despite the fact that I learned that I am allergic to nuts a few months ago (after going through a rather painful showdown with them at work for about a month this spring), Matt "Bake Me A Cake As Fast As You Can" Lautenposer made banana nut bread last night, and I've already trucked my way through 3 slices, disregarding my own health and welfare. Since my mother started sending homemade bread a few weeks back, I have become obsessed with butter, which is good given my recent tendency to hemorrhage weight.

4) Brian "There's Nothing Strange About The Fact That I Take 3 Dozen Foot Pictures Every Time I'm With My Girlfriend" Donovan flew to Africa last week to propose to his soon to be wife, making him the 3rd man in our 11 man small group to become engaged/married in the last year or so. They're all 25-28 though, so really, I'd consider them underachievers.

Posted by E1st at February 21, 2005 01:01 PM