Ah yes, once again the night is my friend. It seems I have lately developed a very bad habit of simply sleeping during the day, and enjoying what little the night has to offer. This means often going hungry and getting grumpy during the day, at my friends, teachers, and generally anything else that happens to stand in my way *scowls at the elevator* I know where you go at night buddy! Down! Anyway, since it's almost morning here, I figured I might as well just stay up and enjoy breakfast. I found out that there is absolutely no one that eats Sunday morning, your either asleep, or wishing that you were, and no amount of made to order omlettes is going to make it any better. Luckily, someone thinks that this place is ugly, and needs to be covered in a thick rolling mist that you rarely see outside of a witches cauldron. Of course, as soon as the night figured out I wanted to take pictures of it and liked the current lack of visibility, it immediately tried to pull the sun up over the horizon, failed, and started crying instead. Well, mission accomplished anyway, because I don't think that photographic equipment likes to go swimming. Grand adventures in killing were had by all when thirty smelly, lonely nerds get together in an abandoned cafeteria and decide to record an album. "My lonely MAC, won't you give me that sweet sweet connection, and no Jabby! Oh No! No Jabby!" Instant classic. After the music students stormed the building and beat us into silence with their mighty instruments of steel and real talent, we decided to simply stick to childish taunts declared by fat bald guys with huge guns, and then turning said guys into piles of jib. After eleven hours of glorious fragging, the sun began to creep into the room and the pasty demons who can barely stand the powerful glow of their monitors recoil in horror and retreat into their rooms to hide behind enough caffeine to wire a whole building. Invigorated, nerded up, and way too tired, I decide that there isn't enough noise being generated by my machine, and it's time to do a little tidying up with the cable situation behind my computer. Using the vast array of tools at my disposal, namely duck tape and dental floss, I fastened my speakers to the ceiling in a fashion that can only be described as "THE ULTIMATE GHETTO RIG-UP!" Now I can enjoy glorious full surround sound, which comes in very handy with the 6 days worth of music I leeched at the LAN party. Beautiful. Since I'm sure to have questions pouring in about my remarkable engineering prowess, I will simply post the pictures of the greatest architectural feat this side of Tim's house in a few days. Until then, don't let your eye off the man, not even for a second, because when you do, he's gonna come into your house, and pee on your rug, and that just ain't right, man, cause I'm just the dude.