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…I lied. You see, I actually intended to post tonight, and then, if I was still awake enough, work on the template for this page. I’m really not too happy with how it looks. I used to really get into working on my webpage, but lately… well, not so much.

Anyway, the plan was: post first, code second. Except, I’m a geek. I just couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it, I had enabled post titles, something I felt was missing. Then I had to update the template. Then I had to actually give titles to my old posts.

So now it’s even later, and I’m starting to get tired. Every time I rest my head on my laptop’s palm rest, I’m afraid that I’m going to awake in 4 hours, with my head stuck to a computer. Some people would say that’s my sign that I should sleep. They’d be right, of course.

And for once, I’m going to listen.

Edit: Hey cool! I’ve finally posted enough times that my December post is no longer on the front page…

Hmm… looks like the fabled “real post” that I mentioned in my last post never happened. What can I say, I just never got to it. On the other hand, it’s been less than a month since my last post, so I guess that’s good.

Classes have started, which means that shortly I will most likely be fighting to keep my head above water. The good news is I’m only taking 12 credits this semester, so hopefully it won’t be too bad. The other nice thing is, I only have one class on Mon, Wed, and Fri. The bad news is, my Tues and Thurs suck.

Wow, I’m suddenly feeling very inarticulate. I should have written this post in class today when I was thinking about it =) Anyway…

So it’s my senior year of college. I’m not really sure how I got here. On one hand, classes have been so painful that I was sure I’d never be done. On the other hand, I have been so busy that one day blurred into another. I’m sure it’s the second one that has brought me to where I am now.

This means a few things. One, I finally get to take courses that I’m interested in. For those of you that aren’t engineers, this may seem a little strange. You see, in engineering, the word of the day is “pre-requisite.” It’s safe to say that the first class I was actually interested in (from a professional/occupational sense) was the second semester of my junior year. Now that I’m a senior, I finally have taken all of the necessary pre-requisites to actually take some interesting, and hopefully fun classes. The down side is, now that I’m a senior, I only have two semesters to take those classes in. To make matters worse, the fact that they are interesting does not mean that they are easy. Quite the opposite. The net effect is, I get to take ~4 classes that I’m genuinely interested in, 2 per semester. (For example, I wasn’t able to fit EECS 494 in. EECS 494 is Computer Game Design and Development. Major bummer.)

Another thing this means is that I have to start working on finding a real job. Like, interviews and resumes and suits and stuff. Anyone that has been through this process knows what that’s about. Bleh.

Let’s see here, what else. Oh yeah, remember the motorcycle I mentioned a couple posts ago, that I wanted to fix up? Well, a couple of weekends ago I decided that I was actually going to something for a change, instead of just talking about it. So I took it apart. Pulled off the mufflers, air filters, carburetors, chain, etc etc. Pulled the engine out of the frame (yes, it’s rather heavy.) The plan was to tear the engine down, clean everything up, put it back together, tune it up, and see if it would run. Well, I didn’t quite get that far. It seems that starting this project 2 weeks before classes started may not have been the best idea. If I actually had a work bench at home that I could work on it, I might head home on some weekends and mess with it. However, as anyone who has ever seen our garage knows, this is not the case. For the (brief) period that I was working on it, it was sitting right in the middle of the garage on the floor. This was a fine arrangement as far as I was concerned, but Dad wanted to get the boat into the garage. So who knows if I’ll ever get it fixed.

Maybe Jeremy won’t care if I just put the engine in the middle of our dorm room and work on it.

Did I mention we need a pole-barn?