So in the twelth grade we had to write some poems for a contest... and at this point in my high school education, I had already stopped giving shit about pretty much anything having to do with school (I had already gotten into UT, etc).

I was cleaning out some crap on my computer the other day and I came across some of these poems. Here is the first one, called "Pat the Fat Cat". Enjoy!

Pat the Fat Cat

Pretty ridiculous. I was (was?) so stupid back then...

Stay tuned for more selections from the Poetic Writings of Brandon.

The ratio of hunger sastifaction and taste to cost in both time and money for preparing typical college meals such as Rice-a-Roni and Ramen noodles is impressively high. The vanishingly small denominator makes up for the less-than-impressive numerator mostly, but that is beside the fact.

I hope the lack of nutrition I've experienced for the past 2.5 years of my life won't have any lasting consequences extending past the short term, because all I eat is shit. The usual college limiting factors of time, money, and laziness take their greatest toll on my eating habits (mostly), and I find myself either eating way too little or way too much.

I wonder if there will come a distinct turning point in my life in which the allure of free food will cease to overcome the normal barriers erected between yummy and yucky; because everyone knows that right now, food tastes the best when it's free.

If you haven't guessed already from the necker-cube-esque title or the inane preceding paragraphs, this entry has absolutely no point whatsoever.

Continuing:

When I was child (I caught a fleeting glimpse)¹, I used to love mac and cheese loaded up with black pepper. Ever since then, I have been doing the same, but the amount of pepper required to reach my optimal level of seasoning has increased through the years.

I don't know if this is indicative that I now have a larger area of taste buds that require more stimulation, or if I have basically fried my gustational abilities by over-saturating them a ridiculous amount of black pepper. My roommates love to think it's the latter, and give me crap about it.

Anyway, I think I have done enough rambling. Due to cramming for an exam, my sleep schedule is out of phase by just about 180 degrees, so I might be up for a while.

It's inevitable:

Put more than two engineers in the same room for a short amount of time, and without fail, the conversation will eventually turn into the classic engineering equivalent of a penis length contest.

By that I mean, the untold competition that is having the most amount of shit to do in the next week or so. Example:

"Dude, I'm so fucked. I have a lab on Tuesday and then a test and program on Wednesday."

"Dude, whatever man. I have three tests on Monday, a lab due Wednesday that I haven't started, a project due Thursday that my partner won't do shit on, and then a homework assignment due Friday."

"You guys have it easy. I broke both of my wrists and have to type with my  toes now, my computer HD crashed, my apartment burned down, and I have 4 tests next week and 3 programming assignments."

Of course, at some point a business major might chime in about how he has "work" to do that is "hard".

However, everyone will eventually stop laughing at him and continue with their discussion as normal.

I was walking down the street the other day and noticed an old pickup truck with a single bumper sticker on it:

I'm not even remotely sure why this guy has that sticker, but I like where he's goin with it.

Gotta love those Austinites!

As I'm trying to finish up one of my programming projects, I was scanning through some of the code I had written and found something that was rather... interesting.

Normally, I consider myself a good programmer, but sometimes I have to take shortcuts and cut corners.

Here is a snippet from one of my recent projects in my CS 375 Compilers class:

/* Increment the index and return the next entry 
   we can use as a label. New entry should be 
   validated as well and safe for whomever wants 
   to peek at it. */

int GetNextLabel ()
{
    return 3;
}

The amount of code like this seems to be proportional to the margin of time between the due date and the time I actually finish the assignment.

Hmm...