Goodbye January. I'll miss you.

Classes start tomorrow morning, and while I'm fairly excited about my schedule, the past month has spoiled me for months to come, setting the standard of fun higher than it needs to be. I closed it out with a couple more movie nights, a couple more poker tournaments, and the most ghetto brownie baking experience of my life. To get an idea, I melted my face on my school ID because the brownies were too hot when we cut them with it. But, they turned out to be super tasty. Oishii desu!

Plus, there are a couple of fun things coming up. Superbowl for one. The Chinese New Year celebration (turns out 2005 is the year of the cock). And perhaps the Ozeki promotion (slash shindeshi inauguration?) semiformal.

Other interesting stories:

I ordered this BMW lighter (just like Strong Bad's) off of eBay, so I could burninate stuff in style, and after waiting three weeks for it to ship from Hong Kong, I eagerly open the package, only to discover that the guy sent me a Volkswagen lighter instead! What a bummer. The good news is, I got a one line email in broken English that might have been indicating that he was sending the right one along. Crossing my fingers.

Also, I had a pretty adventurous time at the mall today. Jenny and I got up early to hop the bus to the mall, only to wait around about half an hour until we finally gave up, deciding that it wouldn't show. We came back two hours later, at the next scheduled stop time: same deal again. Frustrated with the Jersey Transit, we in the heat of the moment decided to get a cab. After all, we needed presents for Jess and Tiff. I won't disclose the cost of the cab out of sheer embarrassment. It was a good time once we got there, though. I got to weird out a little kid and her mom by talking about sumo, and similarly weirded out a clerk by accepting the merchandise rikishi style. When it was time to return, we decided to try the bus stop again. When the 605 again didn't show for twenty minutes, we called a friend on campus, who confirmed our suspicions that they had changed the schedule. We waited another half hour, and the bus came on time, we rode it back, no problem. Of course, I felt like a total dumbass for not checking to see what was up before I took an expensive and unnecessary taxi to the mall. Think, Textor, think. You're going to need to in about eight hours.