What the hell, PA. What the hell.

Back again.

I've acquired the strangest sleeping schedule, which I hope to try to persuade to be a bit more normal today. It's not really that big of an issue, so long as I spend a sizeable portion (read: all) of my waking hours preparing for next week's "Two Exams Before You Go Home So That You Hate Life Before Cranberry Sauce Happens" Thanksgiving special. By far the more important is Monday's Inorganic exam, mostly because I'd like to improve my score in that class, and I've been doing well on the Mechanisms tests.

Things for today:

If you're like me, you often sit on the edge of your futon, wondering how it's possible that it's yet again time to do the laundry and thinking that everything would sort itself out if only you could have a way to simultaneously spend eight thousand dollars and give some poor UPS guy a hard time by making him carry 700 pounds of packages. If so, your dreams have come true. Available on Amazon, those Penguin Classics books. All of them. Every last damned one. 1,082 volumes. Why? I don't know. My favorite bit is where they suggest that it's the perfect addition to any "home, office or institutional library." Presuming I get into a lab, that's just what whoever my advisor will be is going to see. I come in on Day One with a computer, a bagged lunch, and seven hundred pounds of books.

I have fond memories of the Waterfront. From using it to find my way back home after oh... three hours lost in the suburbs of Pittsburgh to the dinner that Pitt bought when a few of us visited the Graduate school to my birthday with Jenna at Rock Bottom and Dave and Busters to watching Tim Burton's Big Fish in the Loews Cineplex and running into RJ at the screening. That good ol' Waterfront. Incidentally, while I'm going on about it, you should head on down to Loews if you're going to see a movie while you're in Pittsburgh. Huge place. Nice. Watch out for shootings, though. I don't know what to make of this. The part of me that says "video games and rap don't make people kill people, otherwise Corey would be in jail" thinks that this is probably unrelated to Get Rich Or Die Tryin', but then you don't see many shootings at Doom premiers. It's odd, anyway, if only because it's a place that I actually went to more than once.

Oh, one more thing.

They caught this bastard, which is good. They can't talk to the 14-year-old girl whose parents were killed in this incident because she's 14 and they need a legal guardian before they can talk to her. So they're not sure if she was going along with David Ludwig or if she was kidnapped. This stems from the fact that the 18-year-old Ludwig was out all night with the 14 year old and when the parents questioned him about it, he shot and killed them in front of a 15-year-old sister of the allegedly kidnapped. He's waived his right to an extradition hearing and will return to Pennsylvania (Lancaster County) to face charges on two counts of criminal homicide, one count of kidnapping and one count of reckless endangerment.

Warning: Pennsylvania has gone batshit insane.