Almost over.

489 presentations are on Monday. 489 is my capstone. It's kind of a big deal.

If you're reading this, you should probably come. Monday at 12:30 in the Varsity Theater. It's an ad campaign that my group assembled for Spore, a new video game by EA. The folks from EA are flying in for the presentations.

Also, our presentation is going to be rad.

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Now, some late-night rambling.

I've put so much into this project over the last semester (and the last few weeks) that I'm not sure what I'll do with myself when it's over. My other classes are pretty much over. I think, mostly, I'm going to sleep.

My group for the project has been unreal. I had no idea that any ten people could dedicate themselves to something in this way. And they've got skills. Man, they've got the skills. I kneel humbly before their advertising prowess. They make me look way good.

In a month my friends and I are going to be sprinkled throughout some of the most prestigious agencies and brands in the country, just like we've dreamed of. I think most of us have accomplished more in school than we expected. I know I have.

And the fun part is that it all starts over again—except it's not school this time, it's the rest of my life.

Seniority.

Went to Senior Celebration on campus yesterday.

Got a free t-shirt.

Can you spot the error?


Either nobody proofread the shirts, or they were giving out last year's.

Hey, I gotcha.

I have a couple of friends who are struggling with some things right now. You know who you are, and you can't imagine I don't know what's going on. I mean, you write about it in your respective blogs.

You should also know that I totally understand. And I've got your back. It's a hard time of year. If you need anything at all, let me know, even if it's just somebody to listen.

Sorry to everyone else for the vague post.

Our fridge.

Our fridge has been getting colder lately. Nobody turned the coldness up; rather, we've turned it down a few times. But it's still getting colder.

This morning I put a gallon of milk in the microwave, to thaw it enough to pour over cereal. It was frozen solid. Milk. Frozen solid. Into a jug-shaped piece of milk ice.

But this evening was when it all came to a head. I was making breakfast burritos. I've made breakfast burritos quite a few times, so I have a pretty good idea of the workflow: bacon takes the longest, so you start it first, and you do the eggs last because their quickest. So, as is custom, I got everything else ready before I cooked the eggs.

But when I got the carton of eggs out of the fridge, they had frozen. The eggs. All but two had frozen and exploded... I'm guessing the freezing caused the insides to expand to the point of breaking the shell. One egg was okay. The other was frozen, but not broken—so I peeled the shell off of the outside, and had a frozen raw egg. An eggsicle. An egg ice cube. It was so gross.

This is not a picture of it. But this is exactly what it looked like. My priority at the time was more about throwing it away than preserving its image for posterity. But Google provided this image, and it does it pretty good justice.