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Monday, October 27, 2003
Okely Dokely. Lots of good things have happened. Well...actually, only two. I woke up, and the YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK YANKEES SUCK
Sorry, had to get that out of my system. It was a strange ending to a game, though, Posada hits it to Beckett, and Beckett tags Posada out on his way to first. I was expecting a 6-3 flip to end it, but I was quite pleasantly surprised. Or I was thinking that the Yankees would get a man on with 1 out, and Posada would ground into the 6-4-3 double play. Well, now we know just how much my predictions are worth.
Alright, before you think I'm insane or anything, here's the events of today. Woke up (covered that one!), ate a light breakfast--that tripe was still making me feel pukey-pukey in the morning...I was sorta afraid I had a mild case of food poisoning or something.
I then proceeded to play Tribes II multiplayer, and kicked ass and took names...or is it kicked names and took ass? I dunno which way it goes anymore. Anyways, I'm an excellent sniper in that game...there isn't anything I can't hit--so long as there's not too much lag...or at least a consistent amount of lag.
Alright, so I got back to the Worker's Anti-Communist Democratic Non-Republic of F15 today at about 1600 or 1630 hours. Unpacked, said good bye to Dad. And went and played pool. I'm sadly no longer a pool shark...I lost much of my skill over the 10 day break...or at least that insane amount of skill I had.
Interruption~My roommate Russ got a grade of "Q" in Static Systems...way to go, man, thats like, worse than an NR or something...I mean, look at that alphabetizing! Yeah, that was pretty random...but hell, thats my life!
So then I played some more Tribes II, since no one was around for me to hang out with...and pretty much ripped it up...you know, thats a bad thing. That means I have to get out more often...DAMN MY F*CKING LACK OF A CAR!!! Even if I had one, I couldn't bring it to WPI--another one of my roommates got the very last parking sticker for the Fuller lot, and gave it to his friend from another school so he could park here when going to parties at Assumption or some shit like that. Sometimes I feel the world is out to get me, y'know? y'know? y'know? Well, its a dog eat dog world, so I'd best sharpen my teeth and toughen my hide before shit like this gets serious.
Russ then got back, so I helped him move back in, then we baked a pizza and watched "Road to Perdition"--wicked awesome movie, but I can't stand the ending. I don't know why I mislike it. Its just so...I don't know, its something I at least can't describe accurately.
My mood has improved ever since the tripe has gotten out of my system, though, so I'm in really good spirit now, feel like I'm unstoppable like the Hulk...or the Juggernaut...or some guy with the BFG9000 (the F ain't for "fancy", neither, naw-sir!). I just sorta feel alone in the world, still. I could continue to explain, but that'd take too long, and once I'd finished, you'd think I were mad or some crap like that, not that you'd think otherwise. And no, its not due to the lack of a girlfriend or not having friends--hell, what do you guys think you are? You ARE my friends, so you all have a right to beat me down if I EVER say that I have no friends. But there's something niggling at my spirit, something down deep, something I can't quite put my finger on just yet that continuously bugs me.
Side note: FLEET BANK SUCKS!!! After hearing some first-hand horror stories, I agree with that viewpoint.
Back on topic...wait...was there a topic? Or was it my maniacal rantings again? I can't ever seem to remember the difference between the two...can you?
So yeah, I'm probably going to go back to my Tribes II euphoria and blow shit up and die in a blaze of glory (Ron, Chris: Blaze of Glory Button, anyone?). Or, on the other hand, I could go to sleep so I'll be nice and refreshed for the morning and get ready to get books.
I've got to grab a Stress Analysis book, and whatever books are needed for my history and writing courses (yech...). Well, writing might be a really fun class if it isn't taught by a writing nazi (ie 10 page papers due every other day and crap like that), despite my lack of talent and eloquence.
History has potential for being an interesting course, especially if it centers around the Second World War...and I will drool with interest if we cover Operation Neptune and Operation Overlord in depth (aka Normandy Invasion, June 5-6, 1944).
I see Russ is right on time with his, "Dude, you need a girlfriend" comment. Stated twice, because I haven't seen him for two weeks. He's got this down to a science. Once a week, right on the button.
1000 hours sounds like a good time to wake up and smell the roses (or car exhaust, which is the more realistic outcome). I'll grab books, play pool, relax, then go to fight practice. Maybe go to Denny's afterwards. Aye, tomorrow will be a day for the history books. Only time will tell the tale.
See y'all around later.
I pray to God that I will always be faithful, always be loyal, and always be honorable. May His will guide me until the end of my days here on Earth. May He keep watch over all of you and help you whenever you need it.
# Times almost killed on way back to Worcester: 4. Aye, it was a hairy ride. Good night everyone.
Sorry, had to get that out of my system. It was a strange ending to a game, though, Posada hits it to Beckett, and Beckett tags Posada out on his way to first. I was expecting a 6-3 flip to end it, but I was quite pleasantly surprised. Or I was thinking that the Yankees would get a man on with 1 out, and Posada would ground into the 6-4-3 double play. Well, now we know just how much my predictions are worth.
Alright, before you think I'm insane or anything, here's the events of today. Woke up (covered that one!), ate a light breakfast--that tripe was still making me feel pukey-pukey in the morning...I was sorta afraid I had a mild case of food poisoning or something.
I then proceeded to play Tribes II multiplayer, and kicked ass and took names...or is it kicked names and took ass? I dunno which way it goes anymore. Anyways, I'm an excellent sniper in that game...there isn't anything I can't hit--so long as there's not too much lag...or at least a consistent amount of lag.
Alright, so I got back to the Worker's Anti-Communist Democratic Non-Republic of F15 today at about 1600 or 1630 hours. Unpacked, said good bye to Dad. And went and played pool. I'm sadly no longer a pool shark...I lost much of my skill over the 10 day break...or at least that insane amount of skill I had.
Interruption~My roommate Russ got a grade of "Q" in Static Systems...way to go, man, thats like, worse than an NR or something...I mean, look at that alphabetizing! Yeah, that was pretty random...but hell, thats my life!
So then I played some more Tribes II, since no one was around for me to hang out with...and pretty much ripped it up...you know, thats a bad thing. That means I have to get out more often...DAMN MY F*CKING LACK OF A CAR!!! Even if I had one, I couldn't bring it to WPI--another one of my roommates got the very last parking sticker for the Fuller lot, and gave it to his friend from another school so he could park here when going to parties at Assumption or some shit like that. Sometimes I feel the world is out to get me, y'know? y'know? y'know? Well, its a dog eat dog world, so I'd best sharpen my teeth and toughen my hide before shit like this gets serious.
Russ then got back, so I helped him move back in, then we baked a pizza and watched "Road to Perdition"--wicked awesome movie, but I can't stand the ending. I don't know why I mislike it. Its just so...I don't know, its something I at least can't describe accurately.
My mood has improved ever since the tripe has gotten out of my system, though, so I'm in really good spirit now, feel like I'm unstoppable like the Hulk...or the Juggernaut...or some guy with the BFG9000 (the F ain't for "fancy", neither, naw-sir!). I just sorta feel alone in the world, still. I could continue to explain, but that'd take too long, and once I'd finished, you'd think I were mad or some crap like that, not that you'd think otherwise. And no, its not due to the lack of a girlfriend or not having friends--hell, what do you guys think you are? You ARE my friends, so you all have a right to beat me down if I EVER say that I have no friends. But there's something niggling at my spirit, something down deep, something I can't quite put my finger on just yet that continuously bugs me.
Side note: FLEET BANK SUCKS!!! After hearing some first-hand horror stories, I agree with that viewpoint.
Back on topic...wait...was there a topic? Or was it my maniacal rantings again? I can't ever seem to remember the difference between the two...can you?
So yeah, I'm probably going to go back to my Tribes II euphoria and blow shit up and die in a blaze of glory (Ron, Chris: Blaze of Glory Button, anyone?). Or, on the other hand, I could go to sleep so I'll be nice and refreshed for the morning and get ready to get books.
I've got to grab a Stress Analysis book, and whatever books are needed for my history and writing courses (yech...). Well, writing might be a really fun class if it isn't taught by a writing nazi (ie 10 page papers due every other day and crap like that), despite my lack of talent and eloquence.
History has potential for being an interesting course, especially if it centers around the Second World War...and I will drool with interest if we cover Operation Neptune and Operation Overlord in depth (aka Normandy Invasion, June 5-6, 1944).
I see Russ is right on time with his, "Dude, you need a girlfriend" comment. Stated twice, because I haven't seen him for two weeks. He's got this down to a science. Once a week, right on the button.
1000 hours sounds like a good time to wake up and smell the roses (or car exhaust, which is the more realistic outcome). I'll grab books, play pool, relax, then go to fight practice. Maybe go to Denny's afterwards. Aye, tomorrow will be a day for the history books. Only time will tell the tale.
See y'all around later.
I pray to God that I will always be faithful, always be loyal, and always be honorable. May His will guide me until the end of my days here on Earth. May He keep watch over all of you and help you whenever you need it.
# Times almost killed on way back to Worcester: 4. Aye, it was a hairy ride. Good night everyone.
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