But you'd probably need 2 or 3 to roll it straight, since it's not a sphere...
All in all, it was a good weekend. Went to the end of the year party on Friday, where I had just enough to drink (enough so that I didn't really remember how I got from Bar #1 to Bar #2, but still made it home safe and woke up without a hangover). Saturday was pretty laid back. I spent most of the day in the coffee shop just reading (the owner knows me by sight and was very surprised to see me without my laptop... I had to explain that school was out, so no more papers... not that I really worked on papers that much). Then I went to Borders and spent like 4 hours reading comic books. A good day. Sunday started off kinda rough. Thought I'd get up and face the day around noon, left my room to get ready, only to hear one of my roommates having kinda loud sex. Not really the first thing I want to be listening too before I've even had my shower. Anyway, quickly fled the apartment, met up with Danny for lunch (mmm... BBQ), then did laundry and took a nap. Actually, I feel that finding the key to the basement (and the laundry) was its own small victory, seeing as I've never actually needed to unlock the basement before, and thus the basement key has been sitting in my desk with a dozen other unidentified keys for the past year and a half. So I found the key, did my laundry, took care of this month's rent, took a nap, then met a handful of other forensics students for dinner. It was kind of an odd group, a bunch of friends that don't normally hang out together. Still it was a lot of fun, with the dinner conversation pretty solidly in the realm of the sick and/ or bizarre, with topics including the best way to kidnap someone, the best way to transport a dismembered corpse, what exactly can be learned by working with murderers judged not guilty reason of insanity (for the record, we learned that you shouldn't put your mother's severed head out on the front porch, you'll probably get caught), and whether or not a raccoon could man-handle (raccoon handle? varmint handle?) an 8 pound human head off a porch and into plain sight.