I'm staying at a classmates house for the weekend, dogsitting. It's a very nice smallish apartment, right near damen and armitage. The dog is a husky, and she's really sweet. I've found that in order to pick up people, men or women, all you have to do is walk a pretty dog.
Tuesday we had a presentation to motorola for class, which I was working on with my classmates until 6am that morning. And most of the weekend. They have a suprisingly really good buffet at the west campus, complete with fresh fruit, giant strawberries, parfaits, pastas, and anything from the grill. It actually worked out fairly well, just not much sleep.
Hey, awesome. Somehow I deleted everything else on my camera's card while trying to move the photos to my computer. But the strawbrerries were good.
So that's been most of the past week, I guess.
Saturday is St. Patricks day, which apparently isn't really celebrated by Irish outside of Chicago. And in case you were going to Ireland soon, you'll be hard-pressed to find any corned-beef and cabbage. That's the word on the street.
But keeping in tradition of the non-Irish folk drinking a lot, I've heard something's going down. Go ahead, ask around. I think our Italian friend is doing something. Hope to see everyone soon. It's been a long winter.