Happy Birthday!

Yes folks, today is a day of all days: a day to be remembered and cherished, for it is my 20th birthday! April the 26th is also the birthday of a few other extraordinary people, such as Jesus, Tom Selleck, Frank Sinatra, and the guy with the world's strongest biceps, and to celebrate this glorious event, the whole theatre troupe decided to go to Austin Park and Pizza last Friday. On a lesser, side note, this was also to celebrate the birth of slightly lesser deities, which may be formally known as Caitlin Overton. I can tell you objectively that it was a lot of fun, and I am happy and appreciative of everyone who came. The following are a few pictures of the event, and they should convey formally that it was an absolute blast.

Austin Park and Pizza!

Too old? .. NAH!

As birthday celebrations usually begin, there was a period of brief confusion and contemplation in front of the Jester dormitory.

Max and I wore the same shirt.

Things somehow ended with Perry posing in front of a cracked-out painting.

Only at the University of Texas ... whether or not that's a good thing is debatable.

What the .. !?

God is just winging it

Hey, you crazy cats!
It's been awhile since I've updated this damn thing, so I figure I'll give you the low-down as to all the intensely exciting things that have happened to me. First off, I had a killer physics exam: the average percentage grade in the class was a forty-six percent. Forty-Six!! Luckily, I was extremely clever and managed to slip away from the evil marks of the professor's red pen and steal home with a seventy-six percent. Apparently, this kind of average happens all the damn time, which isn't very good news, considering that I have to take like a million of these courses before my great escape known as "graduation." Secondly, I saw the Sparklemotion play on Friday, and I was very quick to comment on the sturdiness and quality of their prop legs (which conveniently enough, I had built on that workday that I talked about a few posts ago): I honestly thought that the genius that went into those legs really added something to the play overall. Anyway, the play was a brilliant success, and if any UT people are reading this I would recommend to go see it this coming Thursday, Friday, or Saturday (April 14, 15, 16th respectively) at eight o'clock in Corother's room 007. If you do not go in support of keeping the arts alive, you will die of cancer, I promise. The third and final big event was the Saturday Habitat for Humanity workday! We ended up spending all day just shoveling mulch, which was a blast; tragically, however, someone pitchforked my arm, so I have two cuts and most likely tetanus. Don't worry though, if infection sets in, I'll just pummel the pestilence with my fists (which are 35.43% stronger than average). Lunch was donated by the Macaroni Grill, which was very good (anything would've tasted good after spending 5 hours shovelling mulch); eating Italian food, however, resurrected my insatiable hunger for Tiaramasu, a delicious type of cake. So I'd better find a bakery around here pretty fast. Anyway, this whole little spiel constitutes an update, so go ahead and enjoy.

Anybody want to make a ton of money? Just make this image into a T-Shirt; hey, I would buy it. 

Yet another piece of evidence that the internet should be banned; I am not sure exactly how it was involved in this particular situation, but I have a feeling that it was. 

a sincere apology, followed by our regularly scheduled programming

I must sincerely apologize for not updating this week: it seems my schedule for this past week had consisted of things that I would term as "better things to do." A concise summary would consist of a calculus test, a series of frustrating physics homeworks, and a physics lab; I have not, however, seen the end of the obsession of teachers to group all their little cute 'projects' in a small frame of time, and I must report with a heavy heart that I will probably not update this thing next week either. To attach any negative connotations to this outcome would, however, require the presupposition that you guys give a damn in the first place; a presupposition that, in view of recent comments (or lack thereof), I would rationally be unable to make.
There was, however, one event that happened this week worth noting: This Friday I spent an hour of my time participating in a psychology experiment. No, they didn't have us run a maze, unfortunately; instead, they just told me to go into a room and take a survey and afterwards I would participate in a 'group experiment,' which I found out later was just a filthy lie. When I finished the survey, the experimenter took me to a room to get my feedback, which she immediately regretted. I spent ten minutes lecturing her on some of biases that I thought the structure of the experiment contained, and how the sample might not statistically represent the population of interest. After a few minutes of this, I was promptly escorted out and told that I would never be allowed to participate in the "Strawberry Shortcake" psychology experiment again. I then tasted the tears of unfathomable sadness, and they taste pretty bad. :(