The Ramblings of Austgen

So, el parentos were in town this past weekend. First time they’d been here since Master Graduation, and this time they got to see some things. And, I got to eat some good stuff. Olive Garden Friday dinner, winery for Lunch saturday, Chinese buffet dinner saturday, and lunch at Jazz on Sunday. (NOTE!!! GO TO JAZZ TO EAT…Chapel Hill Rd, next to Tryathletics…good stuff). Also, mom made me a pot a chili, which will take days to eat. So I’m holding out ok…Good to see the rents…don’t get to spend much time with them.

On an additional weekend note, Fire and Ice was on Friday, the Newman center dance. Got there way late, as I was eating with mom and dad. Dance wasn’t too bad. Decent number of folk there, and danced a little bit. Wondered a little bit about the music. There was one 10 in speaker, connected to a discman with burned mixes in front of it. Good music, mind you, and stuff that I wanted to here (when McGuire wasn’t fucking with it), but I think they could have done a bit better…namely by hiring ROMMIE PRIME…sure, he doesn’t get to Newman that much anymore, but he’s still good at that…But I digress…..afterwards, went to Howard’s afterwards to hang out. Good times there….especially watching some of the young ones….oh, to be 18 again. On the way out (had to take digga-di Dana home), it came apparent that someone wanted to play tag with Isley’s car….and her’s was it….and did it get hit. Totaled, I believe….and SHE’S MAD AT ME?!?!?!? CAUSE I DIDN’T STOP?!?!?! Yea, to tell her, call the cops, and then sit there and wait for them. Sure, I’m her friend, but the less folk the police see, they better…that’s how it works. I wouldn’t have been any help….but, again, I digress. Another thing happened at the party. While conversing with Christy the Uber-Minister, I inquired if some folk where coming out….which lead to “do you have a crush on BLAH-BLAH-BLAH (name withheld to protect my modesty)”….where did that come from???? Sometimes, life just hands you middle school again

On a sadder note, Hunter S. Thompson, writer, poet, American icon, and Doonesbury charater, took his life last night. In the fashion of Hemmingway, he used his favorite gun. One can only wonder what was going through that man’s mind, or the pain he was in (from what I have read of his work, he was have much difficulties with his back). All I can say is that we have lost a pillar of the journalism world. He and his work will be missed.

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I needed a break from slogging through biochem, so a posting I shall go…so anyways, that cold that I had in, oh, January or something is back for the third time. It just keeps reforming its line and charging. Well, Valentine’s Day has come and gone…and with it, so has the girl. We have decide to become friends, as the relationship was sinking fast. It’s hard to say where it went wrong, but safe to say, it may have been some time ago. I could say more, but I will not. What is done is done, and I wish her the best.

So, I’m single. What to do, what to do. I don’t believe I’ll try and do much. Let science be my guild, and videogames my light source. And, there’s biochem to….which I must return to.

On a sad note, today, Molley Bowden was commited to the earth. It is always remorceful when someone dies, but 26? In a dangerous profession, she was gunned down, fought bravely and vailently for a month, before succoming to her injuries. She leave a loving family, a mourning police force, and the sorrows of a city. The only discomfort is that her killer managed to kill himself before she passed. I would like to have seen him swing….

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I MADE THE MANEATER POLICE BLOTTER!!!!! YEA!!!! No, wait…that’s sucks…I don’t want people to know that…now I have to explain that it was a cast party…..IT WAS A CAST PARTY!!! QUIT JUDGING ME!!!…no, I suppose it’s cool…

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The biochem test is over…and it was rough. Going to do better in that class, knowing how the test are. Very similar to the stuff I had in my Grad Physiology class….know the material and be able to apply it. Of course, now that I think like a physiologist/pharmacolgist (there got to be a receptor involved somewhere) it makes it a bit more difficult to apply to pathways. But, new test Monday, and I’ll be ready when that comes.

Finally got myself a Live Journal account (for the third time, I think) so I can look at Big Daddy Poth’s entries since he went to CO. I’ve missed to much of him…but that is in the past. I know can read his feelings daily…and still do nothing. Man, i’m really lazy

Lastly, Aurther Miller died today. I remember reading (ie skimming) “death of a salesman.” I hope that that work is placed on the list of great american literature for all time…which I imadging it is. It’s these times that we not only reflect on him and his past, but wonder who with be the next to asend to that level of greatness….(I for one have stephen king on the new list, but that’s me)

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I hate Biochem…I really, really hate this…I can’t believe the amount of stuff we have to know…I tell you, that newman show was great, and I had lots of fun doing it..but it’s going to cost me this test. I can feel it…

More tomorrow

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Again, I have been driven down to the status of petty criminal….here’s the story. The Newman musical (which I’m in, if you’ve fallen off the planet) was yesterday and Friday (and Monday, so come out again). Going smashingly. Went to Old Chicago Friday night, as in about 35 of us…cause some difficulty, with the waite staff. I understand there pain, being in there shoes before. So, in an effort to hold the sanity of the bar workers, and to get people to help Jason and I finish off this keg o’Killians, I said, “come to our place.” Seemed like a good idea, and round about 10:30, there’s roughly 30 or so people in the living room, having a grand old time. Playing “spoons”, keeping it real, and the like. About 11:30 or so, get a knock on the door. Nick Johnson opens it up, looks out, and then closes it. Calls me over, saying the door is for me. I’m thinking its a lost pizza guy, but no….it’s the Police!?!? Apparently, we’ve been “disturbing” other people, and someone called them. According to the police, in many more words…it’s bubkis. However, cause of some policy of CPM (those that run my complex), a summonds must be written. So, two rather nice officers of the peace write me a ticket, inform me that if they come back, they’ll have to arrest me, and go on their way…nice folk. So, I’ve returned to my life of petty crime. I’ve haven’t gotten a noise violation in about four years. Now, I’m not sure what the cost of this is going to be, and neither did the polizia, but, someone past a hat around, and got $48 in donations. Catholics…gotta love them. The debate at hand is whether we go to court over this, or just pay the fine. If it’s under $100, I’m going to just pay it, for that’s not worth the sweat. Anything more, and I’ll consider it. Just have to call up the courthouse to find out how much it is.

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YOU!!! If you’re reading this, and you live in the CoMo area, I expect you to be at the Newman musical this weekend. Friday, Saturday, and Monday nights at 7. Come see Dana, Clayman, and Me (along with other folk) act, sing, and dance like no other…at least me. I’ve had to put my quest for the six minute mile on hold because of this. Killing the knee. Speaking of the knee, aside from the bouncing and dancing that I have to do, it coming along swell…sure, the outside muscle (vastus lateralus, if you scoring at home) is still dead, but my calf is getting back to normal size.

My research is progressing. Monday, I took a step forward for the first time in a month. If all goes well, I’ll have my abstract written by Tuesday…now if I could only find someone to room with…….as for the rest of me life…that’s about it. Musical and Science. The girl and I are taking a break, of sorts. More that we don’t do anything during the week, cause I’m going crazy. Hard to tell where this is going to end up.

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