The Easter Bunny must have forgotten to stop by Kappa Sigma this morning, because I didn’t find a basket full of candy on my desk when I woke up.  I wasn’t too upset.  I went to Dairy Queen to get my sugar fix.  I bought a large vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles.

            I went with Jorge, Nathan, and Keegan to a little Chinese buffet place for Easter dinner.  Chinese food isn’t the standard Easter meal, but it tastes decent and is filling.  My fortune cookie told me I would soon be reunited with an old friend; I’ve had that one before.  Getting a fortune you’ve already had is a lame and disappointing experience.  Wouldn’t it be scary if you ate your fortune cookie and then read this on the little piece of paper: The cookie you just ate had potassium cyanide in it?  I don’t know that I’d eat any more fortune cookies—because I’d either be too scared or too dead.

            Over at the library there’s this little display called the Human Race Machine.  It takes a picture of your face and morphs it so you can see how you would look if you were a member of another race.  It can also age your face so you can see how you will look at 45 or whenever.  I wasn’t impressed with the race change, but the aging thing was cool.  There was also a program that lets you pick a disorder so you can see what you’d look like with the disorder.  Disorder D gave me a huge chin; disorder A gave me squinty, crossed eyes; disorder C gave me a bloated appearance.  Interesting.  I guess.