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Friday, January 30, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Me...evil?!? Seriously. That quiz has it all wrong.
And what the hell was I don't on a sci-fi feminists site on the first place? Oh right. I saw it in Chris's blog and didn't bother reading the "spacefem" in the link before going there. Freaking feminists. Good thing I didn't feel like reading any of the women's issues articles there. Did the quiz and got out of there, scot-free. I hate you.
Just watched "Mall Rats". Chris = Silent Bob. Chuck = Jay. Me = T.S. That movie was hilarious beyond belief.
Anyways, today got off to a bad start. Sort of screwed up on my cognitive thinking exam [417-426-415-375...NOT 416-427-415-375...DAMNIT!!!] Recalling 35 of 40 words in serial order correctly is pretty good, though. OMG!!! IT'S RAINING TEETH!!! WARNING! WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!! What the FUCK is a dolphin doing sitting in MY chair? For goodness sakes! Why exactly is there a damned panther in my room? It almost fuckin' ate me!!!
Got really embarrassed at the end of the exam. Then again, it's better than when those guys brought a concrete block, a ping pong ball, a box of Wheaties, and a bottle of urine into class...yeah...if you're asking yourself "What the fuck?", you can join my club...only $50/year, payable to me. And only me. All sales final. No refunds. NO SOUP FOR YOU COME BACK NEXT YEAR!!!
Well, then I screwed around for a bit, played some Neverwinter Nights. Then noticed that I was in the apartment, and said to myself: "Why the hell am I here? I need to get out, meet people!" So I didn't meet people, but did get out. Grabbed some lunch at the campus center [clam chowder...damn that stuff must've been boiling or something, tongue is STILL burnt]. Saw one of the young ladies from cognitive thinking and was thinking about going to talk to her, but then common sense shined through and I kept me arse glued to my seat. Said hi to Sarah while I was there.
Also saw a couple of young women dancing to what sounded like traditional African music [really upbeat stuff]...W00T!!! That made my day. It was fun to watch, they were really good dancers.
There were no pool tables available, so I guess I wasn't able to play pool :-(. I've been a hustler the past few times I've played, and I was sort of hoping to draw some poor young chap into the trap.
Grabbed my mail, read the Quincy Sun. Went to thermo. Got bored out of my mind during lecture. Thankfully, it was let out ten minutes early...by then, ritual suicide was fast becoming a very real option...
So I went back to my place, put on some DKM, and got ready to go home.
And then I got picked up. Got incredibly depressed in the car for a while. Shit, that stuff's over and done with. I failed...time to move on. I have moved on for the most part, but sometimes it just comes back for a little while and hurts me bad, you know? Well, maybe you don't know...I pray you don't. So, you know what I did? I fell asleep. And woke up just as we were about to be sideswiped. That scared the depression out of me [not to mention the shit out of me, as well].
Aye, then I got dropped off at robotics, where I wasn't much needed in any capacity, so I read my thermo for a bit, shot the breeze with a few people, and started to train myself on how to use AutoDesk Inventor [5.3].
Overall, it was a boring day at robotics. Couldn't figure out for the life of us where the lightswitch was in the machine shop. We figured out that it WASN'T the big switch connected to the big circuit breaker/fuse box [it uses both?!? what the bloody fuck?]. So we left the lights on [oh...we're naughty little devils...].
Got picked up, ate pizza with my parents, then mosied over to the computer and watched "Mall Rats", as previously mentioned.
Now, I'm off to bed, because I promised that I'd bring my parents out to breakfast [don't really get a chance to do this often...it's not like I'm home all that much anymore...growing old sucks--no offense to all the old fogies out there...yes, Chris, that includes you...yes, I know,you're "only" 20, now quit your bitching and get in line with those ancient folk, where you belong...stop whining, "Dad"...'bout time you got to the nursing home, eh?].
Speaking about nursing homes, it's been FAR too long since I've played a nice, quiet game called CRUD. By "nice", I mean "extremely violent"--hell, the rules state that even if you play with "Gentleman's Rules", there is a very good chance that someone will be seriously injured, and death may occur.
I can illustrate that point. I almost had my knee forcibly ripped out playing. Shit, that hurt like a mofo. Good thing we were playing by the "Gentleman's Rules" and not full-fledged "Combat CRUD".
Guys are naturally drawn towards playing, because it involves noise and violence. And girls. The reason the girls are there are because the guys are there. Stupid girls. Last time I played with one she nearly ripped my knee--oh, right, I just told you about that...
What makes this game so great? Well, I'll let you in on the secret. The entire point of the game is to keep the eight ball in motion using the cue ball to strike it. Trust me. It makes sense.
Doc/Dufrayne: "So, do they put anything in the water around here or something?"
Grif: "Water? We ran out of that six months ago!"
Doc/Dufrayne: "So...ah...what do you drink around here?"
Grif: "Oh, you know, ketchup...soy sauce...gravy...the usual."
Me...evil?!? Seriously. That quiz has it all wrong.
And what the hell was I don't on a sci-fi feminists site on the first place? Oh right. I saw it in Chris's blog and didn't bother reading the "spacefem" in the link before going there. Freaking feminists. Good thing I didn't feel like reading any of the women's issues articles there. Did the quiz and got out of there, scot-free. I hate you.
Just watched "Mall Rats". Chris = Silent Bob. Chuck = Jay. Me = T.S. That movie was hilarious beyond belief.
Anyways, today got off to a bad start. Sort of screwed up on my cognitive thinking exam [417-426-415-375...NOT 416-427-415-375...DAMNIT!!!] Recalling 35 of 40 words in serial order correctly is pretty good, though. OMG!!! IT'S RAINING TEETH!!! WARNING! WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!! What the FUCK is a dolphin doing sitting in MY chair? For goodness sakes! Why exactly is there a damned panther in my room? It almost fuckin' ate me!!!
Got really embarrassed at the end of the exam. Then again, it's better than when those guys brought a concrete block, a ping pong ball, a box of Wheaties, and a bottle of urine into class...yeah...if you're asking yourself "What the fuck?", you can join my club...only $50/year, payable to me. And only me. All sales final. No refunds. NO SOUP FOR YOU COME BACK NEXT YEAR!!!
Well, then I screwed around for a bit, played some Neverwinter Nights. Then noticed that I was in the apartment, and said to myself: "Why the hell am I here? I need to get out, meet people!" So I didn't meet people, but did get out. Grabbed some lunch at the campus center [clam chowder...damn that stuff must've been boiling or something, tongue is STILL burnt]. Saw one of the young ladies from cognitive thinking and was thinking about going to talk to her, but then common sense shined through and I kept me arse glued to my seat. Said hi to Sarah while I was there.
Also saw a couple of young women dancing to what sounded like traditional African music [really upbeat stuff]...W00T!!! That made my day. It was fun to watch, they were really good dancers.
There were no pool tables available, so I guess I wasn't able to play pool :-(. I've been a hustler the past few times I've played, and I was sort of hoping to draw some poor young chap into the trap.
Grabbed my mail, read the Quincy Sun. Went to thermo. Got bored out of my mind during lecture. Thankfully, it was let out ten minutes early...by then, ritual suicide was fast becoming a very real option...
So I went back to my place, put on some DKM, and got ready to go home.
And then I got picked up. Got incredibly depressed in the car for a while. Shit, that stuff's over and done with. I failed...time to move on. I have moved on for the most part, but sometimes it just comes back for a little while and hurts me bad, you know? Well, maybe you don't know...I pray you don't. So, you know what I did? I fell asleep. And woke up just as we were about to be sideswiped. That scared the depression out of me [not to mention the shit out of me, as well].
Aye, then I got dropped off at robotics, where I wasn't much needed in any capacity, so I read my thermo for a bit, shot the breeze with a few people, and started to train myself on how to use AutoDesk Inventor [5.3].
Overall, it was a boring day at robotics. Couldn't figure out for the life of us where the lightswitch was in the machine shop. We figured out that it WASN'T the big switch connected to the big circuit breaker/fuse box [it uses both?!? what the bloody fuck?]. So we left the lights on [oh...we're naughty little devils...].
Got picked up, ate pizza with my parents, then mosied over to the computer and watched "Mall Rats", as previously mentioned.
Now, I'm off to bed, because I promised that I'd bring my parents out to breakfast [don't really get a chance to do this often...it's not like I'm home all that much anymore...growing old sucks--no offense to all the old fogies out there...yes, Chris, that includes you...yes, I know,you're "only" 20, now quit your bitching and get in line with those ancient folk, where you belong...stop whining, "Dad"...'bout time you got to the nursing home, eh?].
Speaking about nursing homes, it's been FAR too long since I've played a nice, quiet game called CRUD. By "nice", I mean "extremely violent"--hell, the rules state that even if you play with "Gentleman's Rules", there is a very good chance that someone will be seriously injured, and death may occur.
I can illustrate that point. I almost had my knee forcibly ripped out playing. Shit, that hurt like a mofo. Good thing we were playing by the "Gentleman's Rules" and not full-fledged "Combat CRUD".
Guys are naturally drawn towards playing, because it involves noise and violence. And girls. The reason the girls are there are because the guys are there. Stupid girls. Last time I played with one she nearly ripped my knee--oh, right, I just told you about that...
What makes this game so great? Well, I'll let you in on the secret. The entire point of the game is to keep the eight ball in motion using the cue ball to strike it. Trust me. It makes sense.
Doc/Dufrayne: "So, do they put anything in the water around here or something?"
Grif: "Water? We ran out of that six months ago!"
Doc/Dufrayne: "So...ah...what do you drink around here?"
Grif: "Oh, you know, ketchup...soy sauce...gravy...the usual."
Hey, you've all just "volunteered"...to read my blog!
Good evening all. Ok, I must admit, I have not been able to shake the feeling of regret/sadness/shame/rage/aggression/etc. yet. It's come and gone a few times.
I don't know why it's there, but whatever, I've had a good day!
Had lots of fun at cognitive thinking today [brainstormed about new types of reality shows we could create: "How Long can YOU Last in a Vacuum?" would be a big hit!!!].
417-426-415-375 <---- very important number for today. EXTREMELY important. Evidently my birthday is on a Friday this year, according to that number. From that little clue, you should be able to figure out what the hell that number means.
So, I don't remember Blogging today, so I'm gonna give you the straight dope from beginning to end.
Woke up [early!], made it to cognitive thinking on time [a first!], and enjoyed class, despite not being fully concious for much of it.
Came back to the apartment, pretended to work on my sufficiency for a bit, then gave up on the pretense and screwed around and played Neverwinter Nights.
Then took a quiz in Thermodynamics. Not too bad. Came back, and screwed around some more [NWN!!!]. Ate food. Screwed around even more.
Got down to the library at about 2140 to work with Claudio. Best of luck to you on that lin alg exam tomorrow, man! Went over the campus center to hang out with his friends for a few minutes [I don't think Sarah likes me]. Talked to another Sarah for a while and felt really bad for her because she's got the uber course load.
After that, I went downstairs and actually did do work on my sufficiency for a while, took as many notes as I could. These damn books give me jack shit about Fortitude, Bodyguard, and Double-Cross! *is pissed off*
Hiked back to my apartment, then decided to screw around more. Or rather, study for my cognitive thinking exam tomorrow. Then Bob called, and I talked to him for just under an hour.
And here I am, still not studying for my exam. I'm cutting this too close for comfort. Speaking about cutting, I need to shave. I'm like a freaking woolly mammoth! Without the hair. Or the tusks. Or those two extra legs. Or all that weight. Yeah, those things are fat bastards.
Ok, off to [really] study.
Grif: "I just want to let everyone know that I suck.....and I'm a girl......and I like ribbons in my hair....................and I want to kiss all the boys."
Good evening all. Ok, I must admit, I have not been able to shake the feeling of regret/sadness/shame/rage/aggression/etc. yet. It's come and gone a few times.
I don't know why it's there, but whatever, I've had a good day!
Had lots of fun at cognitive thinking today [brainstormed about new types of reality shows we could create: "How Long can YOU Last in a Vacuum?" would be a big hit!!!].
417-426-415-375 <---- very important number for today. EXTREMELY important. Evidently my birthday is on a Friday this year, according to that number. From that little clue, you should be able to figure out what the hell that number means.
So, I don't remember Blogging today, so I'm gonna give you the straight dope from beginning to end.
Woke up [early!], made it to cognitive thinking on time [a first!], and enjoyed class, despite not being fully concious for much of it.
Came back to the apartment, pretended to work on my sufficiency for a bit, then gave up on the pretense and screwed around and played Neverwinter Nights.
Then took a quiz in Thermodynamics. Not too bad. Came back, and screwed around some more [NWN!!!]. Ate food. Screwed around even more.
Got down to the library at about 2140 to work with Claudio. Best of luck to you on that lin alg exam tomorrow, man! Went over the campus center to hang out with his friends for a few minutes [I don't think Sarah likes me]. Talked to another Sarah for a while and felt really bad for her because she's got the uber course load.
After that, I went downstairs and actually did do work on my sufficiency for a while, took as many notes as I could. These damn books give me jack shit about Fortitude, Bodyguard, and Double-Cross! *is pissed off*
Hiked back to my apartment, then decided to screw around more. Or rather, study for my cognitive thinking exam tomorrow. Then Bob called, and I talked to him for just under an hour.
And here I am, still not studying for my exam. I'm cutting this too close for comfort. Speaking about cutting, I need to shave. I'm like a freaking woolly mammoth! Without the hair. Or the tusks. Or those two extra legs. Or all that weight. Yeah, those things are fat bastards.
Ok, off to [really] study.
Grif: "I just want to let everyone know that I suck.....and I'm a girl......and I like ribbons in my hair....................and I want to kiss all the boys."
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Ok, I'm back. Not because I feel like blogging right now. I just can't shake that damned feeling! I've relaxed, hung out with my roommates, screwed around, even watching Red vs. Blue hasn't helped AT ALL.
Damnit, what the hell? I need to figure out why I'm so uptight all of a sudden, so I can stop being so damned uptight!
Let's see if Russ wants to play pool...
Damnit, what the hell? I need to figure out why I'm so uptight all of a sudden, so I can stop being so damned uptight!
Let's see if Russ wants to play pool...
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I feel really keyed up, like I'm going off to war. I can't put my finger on it. I've been like this the past couple days.
I've started the first five sentences of this Blog with the word "I".
Here is what I need to accomplish today:
1. Study for cognitive thinking exam tomorrow
2. Take notes on Operation Fortitude/British Double Cross System.
3. Start outline for sufficiency project.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
I feel really keyed up, like I'm going off to war. I can't put my finger on it. I've been like this the past couple days.
I've started the first five sentences of this Blog with the word "I".
Here is what I need to accomplish today:
1. Study for cognitive thinking exam tomorrow
2. Take notes on Operation Fortitude/British Double Cross System.
3. Start outline for sufficiency project.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Cead Mile Failte!Just got in. Finished up the project for Cognitive thinking. Then went off to meet Claudio at about 2145 hours.
We worked on the thermodynamics problem. Damn, that was a bitch of a problem--it wasn't hard, but you had to approach it a certain way, and we weren't on that track for about an hour and a half, then he's like "hey, why don't we try this, I really think it'll work". After that, it took maybe twenty minutes to figure everything else work. I swear he's a genius, not in that typical snobby way, but in the fact that he can concentrate on something and approach it from angles that I would never have thought of.
So we spent maybe a total of four hours on that problem, between yesterday and today. It was a really fun problem, and it made me feel really good when we finally finished it up, and made sure we were correct.
He was surprised to hear that the professor is 72 or 73, because he had thought that he was in his early 50s.
Anyways, then I went over to the campus center and hung out with Claudio and a few of his friends [John, Max, and Sarah], and went over the concepts of the thermo problem again. John has excellent taste in music. Max is a funny guy. Sarah is very quick to smile and laugh.
I've got to rewrite my thermo homework now, because it's currently in chickenscratch, something the professor is not fluent in. Crap, I've got a cognitive thinking exam tomorrow...*sigh*. FUCK! Heh, just remembered I have to take more notes for my sufficiency to stay on track.
As you can see, tonight has been a very productive night :-D.
I am so sore from going to the gym today. Maybe doing the pullups before everything was a bad idea. My abs don't burn though. Maybe tomorrow I'll go for 1500 or 2000 or something. We'll see. ME WANTS IT ME SHALL GET IT!!!
So yeah, my roommate's have been playing the same damned song all day. See that little thing running down the road over the horizon? Yeah, that's my sanity right now.
Time to eat yet another bagel.
Fare ye well!
We worked on the thermodynamics problem. Damn, that was a bitch of a problem--it wasn't hard, but you had to approach it a certain way, and we weren't on that track for about an hour and a half, then he's like "hey, why don't we try this, I really think it'll work". After that, it took maybe twenty minutes to figure everything else work. I swear he's a genius, not in that typical snobby way, but in the fact that he can concentrate on something and approach it from angles that I would never have thought of.
So we spent maybe a total of four hours on that problem, between yesterday and today. It was a really fun problem, and it made me feel really good when we finally finished it up, and made sure we were correct.
He was surprised to hear that the professor is 72 or 73, because he had thought that he was in his early 50s.
Anyways, then I went over to the campus center and hung out with Claudio and a few of his friends [John, Max, and Sarah], and went over the concepts of the thermo problem again. John has excellent taste in music. Max is a funny guy. Sarah is very quick to smile and laugh.
I've got to rewrite my thermo homework now, because it's currently in chickenscratch, something the professor is not fluent in. Crap, I've got a cognitive thinking exam tomorrow...*sigh*. FUCK! Heh, just remembered I have to take more notes for my sufficiency to stay on track.
As you can see, tonight has been a very productive night :-D.
I am so sore from going to the gym today. Maybe doing the pullups before everything was a bad idea. My abs don't burn though. Maybe tomorrow I'll go for 1500 or 2000 or something. We'll see. ME WANTS IT ME SHALL GET IT!!!
So yeah, my roommate's have been playing the same damned song all day. See that little thing running down the road over the horizon? Yeah, that's my sanity right now.
Time to eat yet another bagel.
Fare ye well!
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
Ok, today started out shitty, and it has continued to suck.
Russ comes in and reminds me we were supposed to go lifting together. So we get changed, all set and ready, and set out from our door into the cold, cruel world.
At the curb, about to cross Institute, and some ass-prick butt muncher drives over the crest of the hill, sees us, standing there innocently minding our own business, and he swerves into the slush at the side of the road. And we get coated with slush. That motherfucking bastard. We both swore at Toph when he laughed at us when he saw us when we came in to change into new workout clothes.
Surprisingly, unlike the rest of the day, the workout was GREAT. Couldn't quite do 10 pullups [1" away! DAMNIT!!!], but proceeded to give my arms a comprehensive and exhausting workout [my fingers are having trouble being coordinated right now].
Then Russ came over and asked if we could do abs. So I said, sure, let's go. Get over to the pad, and he asks how many. I reply that we're to do 1000 situps/crunches/leg lifts. He was very sorry he asked. We emerged victorious, completing all 1000 in good time, abs sore. Then we did an EXTREMELY DIFFICULT [as in, INSANELY hard] ab exercise. You lie on your stomach, support your upper body with your forearms [which are parallel to each other]. The rest of your body should be in push-up position. Try holding that for one minute. We did. It's difficult when starting fresh, so it was extra hard for us. But we persevered and made it through the full minute!
Oh, right, got three more books at the library today...oh joy...
In a few minutes we're going off to Chopper [the most magicalest place in the land!] to get some groceries for me to eat. Yes me. MINE ALL MINE. DO YOU HEAR? MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then we'll probably finish off the thermodynamics, and I'll take notes for a while on the new library books [Operation Fortitude and the British Double Cross System]. Maybe even start the outline. Not sure. We'll find out.
I want to be done with all my work by 8 or 9. It's feasible, but I've got to buckle down.
"Stolen away in an Ashmont Second, I'll never forget the dark."
"Cut down in a brutal fight on a cold and lonely Ashmont night"
And everyone wonders why I don't like walking in Ashmont alone at night...hey Chris...Mattapan?
More realistically, Chris and/or Nick, how'd you like to form a daily running thing over the summer? I mean, a good route besides Marina Bay is we start out at NQHS, head over the Neponset River Bridge, and go to Pope John Paul II Park and run there. It's beautiful, open, and mostly flat, but with some sloping hills for a challenge. Plus it makes for a greaty kickoff to an extended 9-10 miler we could do once or twice a week. We're all cross country runners [well, I'm assuming Nick's gonna stick with it], and running alone absolutely SUCKS. I think we'd all improve greatly if we went together and supported each other.
"Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake?"
Au revoir mes amis.
Russ comes in and reminds me we were supposed to go lifting together. So we get changed, all set and ready, and set out from our door into the cold, cruel world.
At the curb, about to cross Institute, and some ass-prick butt muncher drives over the crest of the hill, sees us, standing there innocently minding our own business, and he swerves into the slush at the side of the road. And we get coated with slush. That motherfucking bastard. We both swore at Toph when he laughed at us when he saw us when we came in to change into new workout clothes.
Surprisingly, unlike the rest of the day, the workout was GREAT. Couldn't quite do 10 pullups [1" away! DAMNIT!!!], but proceeded to give my arms a comprehensive and exhausting workout [my fingers are having trouble being coordinated right now].
Then Russ came over and asked if we could do abs. So I said, sure, let's go. Get over to the pad, and he asks how many. I reply that we're to do 1000 situps/crunches/leg lifts. He was very sorry he asked. We emerged victorious, completing all 1000 in good time, abs sore. Then we did an EXTREMELY DIFFICULT [as in, INSANELY hard] ab exercise. You lie on your stomach, support your upper body with your forearms [which are parallel to each other]. The rest of your body should be in push-up position. Try holding that for one minute. We did. It's difficult when starting fresh, so it was extra hard for us. But we persevered and made it through the full minute!
Oh, right, got three more books at the library today...oh joy...
In a few minutes we're going off to Chopper [the most magicalest place in the land!] to get some groceries for me to eat. Yes me. MINE ALL MINE. DO YOU HEAR? MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then we'll probably finish off the thermodynamics, and I'll take notes for a while on the new library books [Operation Fortitude and the British Double Cross System]. Maybe even start the outline. Not sure. We'll find out.
I want to be done with all my work by 8 or 9. It's feasible, but I've got to buckle down.
"Stolen away in an Ashmont Second, I'll never forget the dark."
"Cut down in a brutal fight on a cold and lonely Ashmont night"
And everyone wonders why I don't like walking in Ashmont alone at night...hey Chris...Mattapan?
More realistically, Chris and/or Nick, how'd you like to form a daily running thing over the summer? I mean, a good route besides Marina Bay is we start out at NQHS, head over the Neponset River Bridge, and go to Pope John Paul II Park and run there. It's beautiful, open, and mostly flat, but with some sloping hills for a challenge. Plus it makes for a greaty kickoff to an extended 9-10 miler we could do once or twice a week. We're all cross country runners [well, I'm assuming Nick's gonna stick with it], and running alone absolutely SUCKS. I think we'd all improve greatly if we went together and supported each other.
"Wasn't it the truth I told ya, lots of fun at Finnegan's wake?"
Au revoir mes amis.
Today got off to a bad start. Had a really bad dream. Well, to me it was bad, and it got me into a depressed state for all of an hour [much of it I was dozed off for].
Today's agenda: finish thermodynamics homework, 2 hours research at library on the British Double-Cross system [~1942], eat food, relax. Oh, right, work on memory project. Half the poem to go. Meh.
"Poe, E.
Near a Raven
Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap--the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
"This" I whisper quietly, "I ignore."
Perfectly the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.
That's pi to 52 digits [51 decimal places].
So, yeah, I should probably get off my ass and get some food, get dressed, and get to work so I can relax later.
Donut: "It's not pink! Why would Command give me pink armor??"
Grif: "Don't ask, don't tell."
Today's agenda: finish thermodynamics homework, 2 hours research at library on the British Double-Cross system [~1942], eat food, relax. Oh, right, work on memory project. Half the poem to go. Meh.
"Poe, E.
Near a Raven
Midnights so dreary, tired and weary.
Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore.
During my rather long nap--the weirdest tap!
An ominous vibrating sound disturbing my chamber's antedoor.
"This" I whisper quietly, "I ignore."
Perfectly the intellect remembers: the ghostly fires, a glittering ember.
That's pi to 52 digits [51 decimal places].
So, yeah, I should probably get off my ass and get some food, get dressed, and get to work so I can relax later.
Donut: "It's not pink! Why would Command give me pink armor??"
Grif: "Don't ask, don't tell."
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
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Shit. That sums it up pretty well. Yes, it most definitely does: Shit. Why? Why? Don't know! Care? Yeah, man, of course I care. Why wouldn't I? But your the ball of energy, you shouldn't care! Just continue on with life and enjoy it! No, man, I can't, I've got stuff to take care of, I'm not just gonna drop it you fucktard. Hey, quit your bitching and get back to relaxing. You know you want to do it. NO I DON'T. I want to get this crap over with so I don't have to worry about it anymore! What the hell is your problem! Hey, see, you definitely need to relax more often...getting a little violent. LITTLE VIOLENT, I'LL SHOW YOU VIOLENT YOU LITTLE FUCK!!! NO, DON'T RUN, YOU'LL ONLY DIE TIRED!!! Fucking retard.
Ok, yes, rant over. That was about my sufficiency. I'm a little off track. My abstract was due today, and the first thing my advisor says is "we've got a problem, here". Great. So I just redid my abstract, and I'm hoping it's up to par, because I've got the outline due next Tuesday. Which means I have to read about 20 books by then. And that is not going to be fun. Tomorrow I'm planning to spend about 8 hours at the library doing research. Damnit. And we're supposed to be getting up to 15" of the white stuff!
ATTACK!!! I SAID ATTACK! Well, why aren't you attacking?
Oh, right, working on Thermo stuff with Claudio at 2130 until about 2300 tonight. Meeting him at the library.
And I've got to finish memorizing that damned poem!
*Sigh* Life's rough, yeah, whatever, bring it on. I'm pretty lucky, I just don't always appreciate it.
Oh, right, I almost forgot: Cead Mile Failte!
Happy now?
Ok, yes, rant over. That was about my sufficiency. I'm a little off track. My abstract was due today, and the first thing my advisor says is "we've got a problem, here". Great. So I just redid my abstract, and I'm hoping it's up to par, because I've got the outline due next Tuesday. Which means I have to read about 20 books by then. And that is not going to be fun. Tomorrow I'm planning to spend about 8 hours at the library doing research. Damnit. And we're supposed to be getting up to 15" of the white stuff!
ATTACK!!! I SAID ATTACK! Well, why aren't you attacking?
Oh, right, working on Thermo stuff with Claudio at 2130 until about 2300 tonight. Meeting him at the library.
And I've got to finish memorizing that damned poem!
*Sigh* Life's rough, yeah, whatever, bring it on. I'm pretty lucky, I just don't always appreciate it.
Oh, right, I almost forgot: Cead Mile Failte!
Happy now?
|e^x(dy/dx)e^x dx * cos( sec ( tan( sin(3.141592653589793584)))) *e*i*radical(pi)
| = integral
Why in HELL woud I ever have to solve this expression? Seriously, what the FUCK does it have to do with real world application. NOTHING!!!
Yeah, I'm procrastinating on memorizing pi to a hundred decimal places. This sucks hard, man, it really bites.
And my Maple don't work. Excellent.
Ok, off to work.
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward.
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the Six Hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew,
Some one had blunder'd
Theirs not to make reply
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Stormed at with shot and shell
Boldy they rode, and well
Into the Jaws of Death
Into the Mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd their sabres bare
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there.
Charging an army
While all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke:
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them,
Volley'd and thunder'd:
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the Jaws of Death
Back from the Mouth of Hell
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Yes! All of that was from memory! Well, except for a line or two in the first couple of stanzas. But I've got them down now.
Next poem to be memorized? "If", by Rudyard Kipling.
| = integral
Why in HELL woud I ever have to solve this expression? Seriously, what the FUCK does it have to do with real world application. NOTHING!!!
Yeah, I'm procrastinating on memorizing pi to a hundred decimal places. This sucks hard, man, it really bites.
And my Maple don't work. Excellent.
Ok, off to work.
Half a league, half a league
Half a league onward.
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the Six Hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew,
Some one had blunder'd
Theirs not to make reply
Theirs not to reason why
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd
Stormed at with shot and shell
Boldy they rode, and well
Into the Jaws of Death
Into the Mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd their sabres bare
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there.
Charging an army
While all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke:
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them,
Volley'd and thunder'd:
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the Jaws of Death
Back from the Mouth of Hell
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Yes! All of that was from memory! Well, except for a line or two in the first couple of stanzas. But I've got them down now.
Next poem to be memorized? "If", by Rudyard Kipling.
Cead Mile Failte!
"to keep a good diet u have to eat food with gan and milk it strong boner"
--actual Biology Midterm that was passed in to Cecil...this young gentleman received a 23 out of 104.
Yes, so today wasn't great. Woke up [first thing that went wrong], then went to class...ate shit [not literally]. Did some reading. Went to class [again]. Looked at the homework problem and learned that I needed a change of pants, along with a toy shovel to remove the slimoidal membrane that decided to inhabit my pants at that exact moment. That'll get done tomorrow.
I screwed around for most of today, then went to fight practice. I didn't want to go, but I forced myself to. Felt like shit for a little while [y'all know why], but then, I just said "screw it, why do I care?", then went off and enjoyed myself for the rest of the evening. My coolest move? Fighting against Seth, both of us have hand and a halfs [fighting him with that combo is just begging for death, it's pretty much guaranteed he'll kill you]. He gets my leg, so I hop/lunge, deflect a jab at my chest, and cleave his head, and his [late] block knocked the weapon out of my hands, and so I hit the ground rolling screaming "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!". Didn't know I had killed him just yet. Took an arrow that threaded through my bow [that was one FUCK of a shot, Dave...damn man...you're a modern day Robin Hood].
Then it was off to Denny's, where I took some time to memorize the "pi poem". I don't know why, but I can't remember more than two lines! Midnights so dreary, tired and weary/Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore. Yeah, go me. Excellent.
Grabbed a bite of food. Mr. Amend decided it would be funny to put a packet of Equal and alot of pepper into my vanilla coke while I wasn't looking. Unfortunately for him, I thought it tasted pretty good. I should have taken the dollar he offered. Free money.
I also learned about a movie called "Lord of the G-Strings". That's very scary. Is it a halfling porno or something? With Gandalf and his big sword, making a "special" appearance? I don't know. Don't really want to know.
I don't want to type anymore, lest I get back to bad subjects. Good night.
Caboose: "Does it hurt?"
Tucker: "Not at all!"
Caboose: "Ok, here I come!"
*Caboose steps into the teleporter*
Church: "So, does it hurt for real?"
Tucker: "Oh yeah, bigtime!"
*Caboose reappears next to Church and Tucker*
Caboose: "OOWWWWIEEEESSS........" *turns to Tucker* "you lied to me!"
"to keep a good diet u have to eat food with gan and milk it strong boner"
--actual Biology Midterm that was passed in to Cecil...this young gentleman received a 23 out of 104.
Yes, so today wasn't great. Woke up [first thing that went wrong], then went to class...ate shit [not literally]. Did some reading. Went to class [again]. Looked at the homework problem and learned that I needed a change of pants, along with a toy shovel to remove the slimoidal membrane that decided to inhabit my pants at that exact moment. That'll get done tomorrow.
I screwed around for most of today, then went to fight practice. I didn't want to go, but I forced myself to. Felt like shit for a little while [y'all know why], but then, I just said "screw it, why do I care?", then went off and enjoyed myself for the rest of the evening. My coolest move? Fighting against Seth, both of us have hand and a halfs [fighting him with that combo is just begging for death, it's pretty much guaranteed he'll kill you]. He gets my leg, so I hop/lunge, deflect a jab at my chest, and cleave his head, and his [late] block knocked the weapon out of my hands, and so I hit the ground rolling screaming "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!". Didn't know I had killed him just yet. Took an arrow that threaded through my bow [that was one FUCK of a shot, Dave...damn man...you're a modern day Robin Hood].
Then it was off to Denny's, where I took some time to memorize the "pi poem". I don't know why, but I can't remember more than two lines! Midnights so dreary, tired and weary/Silently pondering volumes extolling all by-now obsolete lore. Yeah, go me. Excellent.
Grabbed a bite of food. Mr. Amend decided it would be funny to put a packet of Equal and alot of pepper into my vanilla coke while I wasn't looking. Unfortunately for him, I thought it tasted pretty good. I should have taken the dollar he offered. Free money.
I also learned about a movie called "Lord of the G-Strings". That's very scary. Is it a halfling porno or something? With Gandalf and his big sword, making a "special" appearance? I don't know. Don't really want to know.
I don't want to type anymore, lest I get back to bad subjects. Good night.
Caboose: "Does it hurt?"
Tucker: "Not at all!"
Caboose: "Ok, here I come!"
*Caboose steps into the teleporter*
Church: "So, does it hurt for real?"
Tucker: "Oh yeah, bigtime!"
*Caboose reappears next to Church and Tucker*
Caboose: "OOWWWWIEEEESSS........" *turns to Tucker* "you lied to me!"
Monday, January 26, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
"So, what happened? You got a hard on after some guy gave you a Mars bar?"----Bill, during our conversation on chocolate and sex. What the fuck were you thinking, man?
This morning, woke up INSANELY early [0800], and ate breakfast with my folks at Mannion's [mmm...Irish breakfast...mmm...only if I could go to Galway or Tipperary]
Aye, then I arrived at the CTE to help out at robotics, and was immediately pressed into service. My first task? Help make a mock-up of the robot arm. Ok, so using the eye hooks as pulley systems may not have been the best idea guys, but we sure did do a damned helluva good job rigging it up [despite having a SEVERE mechanical disadvantage]. Not only that, but I moved too quickly once and managed to slice open my finger a bit [not bad, but stung like a bitch...I guess that's what happens when the grease and dirt gets into the cut]. Got a bandage off Russ [not roommate Russ, but insane Russ] after washing it.
Off to the CAD room to bug Rob and Linda for a bit, came out and was asked to judge Little Chernicki's performance as a possible human player. Watched him almost immediately destroy the goal part of the field [PVC popped out, ball hit very top, and torque and moment arms took their effect in the real world]. So, that left me stuck trying to figure out a way to reinforce it. Could put a layer of lexan under the plywood, or on top of it...or just add an extra inch of 2x4s underneath...or grab some sheet metal and screw it in. Anyways, it got fixed. I don't remember how. It just did.
My second close call of the day was when we were using drills [yes, drills, not high speed, high power machine shop shit, but normal handheld drills]. Me and Chernick Little were screwing strips of sheet metal down onto the steps leading up to the pullup bar. The screws kept going every which way and sometimes flying at random angles. I am very thankful that I wore a thick thick thick sweatshirt today, because of of Mr. Chernicki's screws exploded out of control, and nailed me right in the chest, sharp end first [very sharp pain, but was so brief I barely noticed it]. If it weren't for the shirt, I'd have been impaled with a rather rusty, greasy, pointy object [and no, not the good sort of grease (aka bacon grease)].
My father picked me up and we headed home and packed up and left back for Worcester. Got back, started to unload.
Get up to my room, first thing I notice is a card on my desk, of a bear, with its head in its paws. It read:
"Oh God, help me score tonight!"
Even better was my father's reaction. Thanks Russ. I think I'm going to kill you now.
There was also this Murphys Law poster on my desk, but I can't figure out what the fuck happened to it. I was gonna post that up because it kicked so much ass [No, really, you know those really really really really really overweight International Federation of Competitive Eating people's asses? Yeah, that poster could kick those things to the moon and shit like that.]
Good thing my father didn't tell my mother about the card. So, anyways, went to Picadilly for supper, and despite not being hungry [I'm very rarely hungry nowadays...I used to be the bane of edible substances], I ate a damn lot of food. Three bowls of popcorn, the entire dinner [big burger, some fries], then came back and ate something like 30 Hershey Kisses.
Unpacked my crap once I got back, played Yuri's Revenge with Ron for a bit, then played Neverwinter Nights with Russ [I had promised him earlier I would]. So yeah, he leaves me in the crapper [how the FUCK did you get 2-3 levels ahead of me?!? I'm a freakin' fighter, man!]
Then watched Coupling afterwards. Note to self: AVOID THE GIGGLELOOP AT ALL COSTS. ANY COST. WHICH INCLUDES ALL COSTS. IT'LL GET YOU. SOMEDAY. BEWARE THE GIGGLELOOP, MY SON, THE GLASSES THAT STACK, THE TOWER THAT SHAKES. BEWARE THE FUNERAL AUNT THAT CUTS IT CLOSE.
Grif: "A walrus."
Sarge: "Didn't I just tell you to stop making things up? Simmons! I want you to poison Grif's next meal."
Simmons: "Yessir!"
"So, what happened? You got a hard on after some guy gave you a Mars bar?"----Bill, during our conversation on chocolate and sex. What the fuck were you thinking, man?
This morning, woke up INSANELY early [0800], and ate breakfast with my folks at Mannion's [mmm...Irish breakfast...mmm...only if I could go to Galway or Tipperary]
Aye, then I arrived at the CTE to help out at robotics, and was immediately pressed into service. My first task? Help make a mock-up of the robot arm. Ok, so using the eye hooks as pulley systems may not have been the best idea guys, but we sure did do a damned helluva good job rigging it up [despite having a SEVERE mechanical disadvantage]. Not only that, but I moved too quickly once and managed to slice open my finger a bit [not bad, but stung like a bitch...I guess that's what happens when the grease and dirt gets into the cut]. Got a bandage off Russ [not roommate Russ, but insane Russ] after washing it.
Off to the CAD room to bug Rob and Linda for a bit, came out and was asked to judge Little Chernicki's performance as a possible human player. Watched him almost immediately destroy the goal part of the field [PVC popped out, ball hit very top, and torque and moment arms took their effect in the real world]. So, that left me stuck trying to figure out a way to reinforce it. Could put a layer of lexan under the plywood, or on top of it...or just add an extra inch of 2x4s underneath...or grab some sheet metal and screw it in. Anyways, it got fixed. I don't remember how. It just did.
My second close call of the day was when we were using drills [yes, drills, not high speed, high power machine shop shit, but normal handheld drills]. Me and Chernick Little were screwing strips of sheet metal down onto the steps leading up to the pullup bar. The screws kept going every which way and sometimes flying at random angles. I am very thankful that I wore a thick thick thick sweatshirt today, because of of Mr. Chernicki's screws exploded out of control, and nailed me right in the chest, sharp end first [very sharp pain, but was so brief I barely noticed it]. If it weren't for the shirt, I'd have been impaled with a rather rusty, greasy, pointy object [and no, not the good sort of grease (aka bacon grease)].
My father picked me up and we headed home and packed up and left back for Worcester. Got back, started to unload.
Get up to my room, first thing I notice is a card on my desk, of a bear, with its head in its paws. It read:
"Oh God, help me score tonight!"
Even better was my father's reaction. Thanks Russ. I think I'm going to kill you now.
There was also this Murphys Law poster on my desk, but I can't figure out what the fuck happened to it. I was gonna post that up because it kicked so much ass [No, really, you know those really really really really really overweight International Federation of Competitive Eating people's asses? Yeah, that poster could kick those things to the moon and shit like that.]
Good thing my father didn't tell my mother about the card. So, anyways, went to Picadilly for supper, and despite not being hungry [I'm very rarely hungry nowadays...I used to be the bane of edible substances], I ate a damn lot of food. Three bowls of popcorn, the entire dinner [big burger, some fries], then came back and ate something like 30 Hershey Kisses.
Unpacked my crap once I got back, played Yuri's Revenge with Ron for a bit, then played Neverwinter Nights with Russ [I had promised him earlier I would]. So yeah, he leaves me in the crapper [how the FUCK did you get 2-3 levels ahead of me?!? I'm a freakin' fighter, man!]
Then watched Coupling afterwards. Note to self: AVOID THE GIGGLELOOP AT ALL COSTS. ANY COST. WHICH INCLUDES ALL COSTS. IT'LL GET YOU. SOMEDAY. BEWARE THE GIGGLELOOP, MY SON, THE GLASSES THAT STACK, THE TOWER THAT SHAKES. BEWARE THE FUNERAL AUNT THAT CUTS IT CLOSE.
Grif: "A walrus."
Sarge: "Didn't I just tell you to stop making things up? Simmons! I want you to poison Grif's next meal."
Simmons: "Yessir!"
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Cead Mile Failte.
Yeah, so today, woke up early, got my new (unscratched) lenses put in. Then it was off to robotics.
Got there, and then promptly was put to work fixing up the playing field. Put some finished touches on the raised section of the field [and learning new curse words to utter and shout while using the drill press...the damned bit we had to use was so freaking dull...and I mean DULL]. Put some screws into the platform, but of course, par normality, we didn't check to see where the studs were, so we had to find them using the old fashioned method: "knocking".
Took a rather long lunch break [did some reading about D-Day and for Thermo...mmmm...chicken]. Aye, then I got drafted into working on a winch mechanism. Really good idea, whomever came up with it. Fisher Price motor [12.0V accepted] was attached to 18.0V battery [not smart...could've destroyed the motor, then we'd have been in some big shit]. It worked, albeit at the expense of almost killing anything within a 15 foot radius [yeah, the first few times, either the screw would pull through, or just shear off and fly in a random direction...then we figured it out so the main bolt holding the motor together would press through and fall out [thereby interrupting the process] well before the screw would shear from the stresses applied to it.
Tested it lifting 130lbs. Task: successful. Price: 2 hours of time, our sanity [not that we had any to begin with, but that's a whole different story], 5 screws, 6 bolts, 3 nuts, 3 batteries [long story], and lots of curses. Freakily enough, we didn't get blood all over it in one way or another. Very strange.
Those earplugs make you feel really weird when you take them out. You sort of lose balance, and the inside of your ear canals hurt a bit, and feel stretched for a while afterwards. It's worth the protection though.
Oh, and I almost took off a couple fingers today, as well. Somebody turned the torque on the Skill Saw down to zero while increasing the speed to like infinity. So we have a blade moving really fast, but any applied forward pressure would freeze the blade in place. Extremely dangrerous. Either that, or the electricity was fading in and out on us.
Spoke to Linda about the internship opportunity. Need to work on that as soon as March rolls around. Did alot of cleaning, as well.
Then it was off to Wollaston Station for some Chinese New Year festival at UMass. Chuck meets us at JFK/UMass and says "we're not going, it sucks big time. It's all in Chinese!" Real smooth, Chuck. What were you expecting, english? Hindi? He did have a point with the fact that all it was was singing and pay to play games, and no food, dancing, etc. So we went to Copley Place, made out like bandits at Dapy [Nick got 10 packages of C batteries, and an entire bucket of candy for $1.00, while I got the last 6 packages of C batteries for $0.50, I had them down to $0.05 per flourescent light, as well...maybe I should have tried buying the cash register...haggling kicks ass].
Then we ate at Chiles, and Bill kept forgetting our waitress's name [it's ALICIA, not Ashley/Ashleigh!]. Not to mention the a few of the table thought that there were "mysterious" stains on my scally cap.
Oh, right, and I read "Dating for Dummies", while waiting to be seated. Yes, I'm sad. But it was interesting reading. I should be ashamed of looking at it, and I should be embarrassed if someone found out. But I don't care. Why should I be humiliated if someone knew I was reading it? If they think less of me because of it, well they can go fuck themselves.
I am: polite, courteous, kind, cheerful, honorable, humorous [well, usually], honest [hell, I just admitted here that I read "Dating for Dummies", well, at least part of it], reverent [God is always there for anyone and everyone, it is up to us to find Him in our lives], and I'm also trustworthy...if I make an oath, I'm going to keep it.
Yes, and so I got the chicken tacos, Chris got the cheesesteak [smothered in that salsa stuff...what the hell, man?], Bill got the fish and chips, Nick got the [crap, I didn't pay attention to what he got], Brian got the cajun chicken pasta, Chuck got the baby back ribs, and Mike got the turkey deluxe or something similarly named. We got 4 rounds of 7 drinks [28 drinks...I had diet coke, no ice, Chris had blackberry iced tea, Bill had dr. pepper, no ice, Mike had coke, no ice, Chuck has coke, no ice, Brian had sprite, Nick had rootbeer].
Good food, and plenty of it. And a very kind waitress [oh, yeah, man, great timing with that comment, Bill...it couldn't have been better!]. She was also rather pretty, but too old for any of us, probably. Not that I'd have the guts to talk to her, but whatever.
Afterwards we went to BU to play pool, and I got really pissed during the last game of 9-Ball...starting missing sure-fire shots, and I took it too seriously, so I decided to stop playing [which I continued doing, once I had calmed down].
Shit is still nagging at me, and I don't know why.
"Oh...so it's sort of like a mercenary."
"Right...or like your mom, when the rent is due."
Yeah, so today, woke up early, got my new (unscratched) lenses put in. Then it was off to robotics.
Got there, and then promptly was put to work fixing up the playing field. Put some finished touches on the raised section of the field [and learning new curse words to utter and shout while using the drill press...the damned bit we had to use was so freaking dull...and I mean DULL]. Put some screws into the platform, but of course, par normality, we didn't check to see where the studs were, so we had to find them using the old fashioned method: "knocking".
Took a rather long lunch break [did some reading about D-Day and for Thermo...mmmm...chicken]. Aye, then I got drafted into working on a winch mechanism. Really good idea, whomever came up with it. Fisher Price motor [12.0V accepted] was attached to 18.0V battery [not smart...could've destroyed the motor, then we'd have been in some big shit]. It worked, albeit at the expense of almost killing anything within a 15 foot radius [yeah, the first few times, either the screw would pull through, or just shear off and fly in a random direction...then we figured it out so the main bolt holding the motor together would press through and fall out [thereby interrupting the process] well before the screw would shear from the stresses applied to it.
Tested it lifting 130lbs. Task: successful. Price: 2 hours of time, our sanity [not that we had any to begin with, but that's a whole different story], 5 screws, 6 bolts, 3 nuts, 3 batteries [long story], and lots of curses. Freakily enough, we didn't get blood all over it in one way or another. Very strange.
Those earplugs make you feel really weird when you take them out. You sort of lose balance, and the inside of your ear canals hurt a bit, and feel stretched for a while afterwards. It's worth the protection though.
Oh, and I almost took off a couple fingers today, as well. Somebody turned the torque on the Skill Saw down to zero while increasing the speed to like infinity. So we have a blade moving really fast, but any applied forward pressure would freeze the blade in place. Extremely dangrerous. Either that, or the electricity was fading in and out on us.
Spoke to Linda about the internship opportunity. Need to work on that as soon as March rolls around. Did alot of cleaning, as well.
Then it was off to Wollaston Station for some Chinese New Year festival at UMass. Chuck meets us at JFK/UMass and says "we're not going, it sucks big time. It's all in Chinese!" Real smooth, Chuck. What were you expecting, english? Hindi? He did have a point with the fact that all it was was singing and pay to play games, and no food, dancing, etc. So we went to Copley Place, made out like bandits at Dapy [Nick got 10 packages of C batteries, and an entire bucket of candy for $1.00, while I got the last 6 packages of C batteries for $0.50, I had them down to $0.05 per flourescent light, as well...maybe I should have tried buying the cash register...haggling kicks ass].
Then we ate at Chiles, and Bill kept forgetting our waitress's name [it's ALICIA, not Ashley/Ashleigh!]. Not to mention the a few of the table thought that there were "mysterious" stains on my scally cap.
Oh, right, and I read "Dating for Dummies", while waiting to be seated. Yes, I'm sad. But it was interesting reading. I should be ashamed of looking at it, and I should be embarrassed if someone found out. But I don't care. Why should I be humiliated if someone knew I was reading it? If they think less of me because of it, well they can go fuck themselves.
I am: polite, courteous, kind, cheerful, honorable, humorous [well, usually], honest [hell, I just admitted here that I read "Dating for Dummies", well, at least part of it], reverent [God is always there for anyone and everyone, it is up to us to find Him in our lives], and I'm also trustworthy...if I make an oath, I'm going to keep it.
Yes, and so I got the chicken tacos, Chris got the cheesesteak [smothered in that salsa stuff...what the hell, man?], Bill got the fish and chips, Nick got the [crap, I didn't pay attention to what he got], Brian got the cajun chicken pasta, Chuck got the baby back ribs, and Mike got the turkey deluxe or something similarly named. We got 4 rounds of 7 drinks [28 drinks...I had diet coke, no ice, Chris had blackberry iced tea, Bill had dr. pepper, no ice, Mike had coke, no ice, Chuck has coke, no ice, Brian had sprite, Nick had rootbeer].
Good food, and plenty of it. And a very kind waitress [oh, yeah, man, great timing with that comment, Bill...it couldn't have been better!]. She was also rather pretty, but too old for any of us, probably. Not that I'd have the guts to talk to her, but whatever.
Afterwards we went to BU to play pool, and I got really pissed during the last game of 9-Ball...starting missing sure-fire shots, and I took it too seriously, so I decided to stop playing [which I continued doing, once I had calmed down].
Shit is still nagging at me, and I don't know why.
"Oh...so it's sort of like a mercenary."
"Right...or like your mom, when the rent is due."
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
So, today was a new day. Rough day. Follow me!
Now, this is how my day went. Woke up. Did stuff. Managed to stay awake. Don't know how. Got out of class. Did crap. Did more crap. Then some more. Had lunch with Bob, Jon, and Mark. Excellent. Ate fatty shit. Lots of it.
I think I'm getting fat. I think I need a diet. Or something similar.
So, after that, I played Neverwinter Nights for a bit. Then got my laundry put together. Went to class. Came back.
Went home. Ate. Went to robotics. Used dangerous machines. Played with them alot. Nearly de-handed myself because of stupidity [What the FUCK was I thinking?!? Thank God I still have fingers/hands...]
Yeah, so I was stupid. Twice, actually. The other time at least I had the brains to go: "YOU'RE A FUCKING RETARD...PUT THE DAMNED THING DOWN AND GET A FUCKING CLAMP". So I avoided mutilation by a small margin today. I've never forgotten to use a clamp before...pretty dangerous [not to mention stupid] to attempt that without using one.
Besides that, used the machine shop to cut down a couple of slide rods, for the drive train. Left clearance on either side for retainer clips to keep them from falling out.
After that, I did some reading for class and ate a LOT of food. 3 meatball subs, alot of potato chips, and a couple of cookies.
Back to work I went. First time hearing protection was required...really strange, because a circular saw isn't exactly used for long periods of time, so you're only being exposed to high intensity sound for less than a minute...not quite enough to start doing permanent damage [though definitely extremely uncomfortable]. Anyways, the ear plugs were damned cool. I've never seen something designed to work like that. Very intriguing.
Also reamed out and deburred many of the holes on the drive train. Had to expand them out to fit the fasteners.
Then got pleasure of watching bored students take an old, disabled drive train, take a few drill motors, circuit board, and two drill housings, and turn it into a go-kart. The only problem was there wasn't much friction between the wheels and the carpet. Solution? Put weight on it [aka Griff]. Funny as hell.
Tired...need sleeep.....................
Sarge: "Now, do any of you know why I called you out here, today?"
Grif: "The war's over and you're sending us home?"
Sarge: "That's right. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero. We're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float. And, Simmons here, is in CHARGE OF CONFETTI!!!"
Grif: "I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."
Sarge: "Goddamn it, private! Shut your mouth, else I'll order Simmons here to slit your throat while you're asleep!"
Simmons: "Oh, I'd do it, too!"
Sarge: "I know you would, Simmons. Good man."
So, today was a new day. Rough day. Follow me!
Now, this is how my day went. Woke up. Did stuff. Managed to stay awake. Don't know how. Got out of class. Did crap. Did more crap. Then some more. Had lunch with Bob, Jon, and Mark. Excellent. Ate fatty shit. Lots of it.
I think I'm getting fat. I think I need a diet. Or something similar.
So, after that, I played Neverwinter Nights for a bit. Then got my laundry put together. Went to class. Came back.
Went home. Ate. Went to robotics. Used dangerous machines. Played with them alot. Nearly de-handed myself because of stupidity [What the FUCK was I thinking?!? Thank God I still have fingers/hands...]
Yeah, so I was stupid. Twice, actually. The other time at least I had the brains to go: "YOU'RE A FUCKING RETARD...PUT THE DAMNED THING DOWN AND GET A FUCKING CLAMP". So I avoided mutilation by a small margin today. I've never forgotten to use a clamp before...pretty dangerous [not to mention stupid] to attempt that without using one.
Besides that, used the machine shop to cut down a couple of slide rods, for the drive train. Left clearance on either side for retainer clips to keep them from falling out.
After that, I did some reading for class and ate a LOT of food. 3 meatball subs, alot of potato chips, and a couple of cookies.
Back to work I went. First time hearing protection was required...really strange, because a circular saw isn't exactly used for long periods of time, so you're only being exposed to high intensity sound for less than a minute...not quite enough to start doing permanent damage [though definitely extremely uncomfortable]. Anyways, the ear plugs were damned cool. I've never seen something designed to work like that. Very intriguing.
Also reamed out and deburred many of the holes on the drive train. Had to expand them out to fit the fasteners.
Then got pleasure of watching bored students take an old, disabled drive train, take a few drill motors, circuit board, and two drill housings, and turn it into a go-kart. The only problem was there wasn't much friction between the wheels and the carpet. Solution? Put weight on it [aka Griff]. Funny as hell.
Tired...need sleeep.....................
Sarge: "Now, do any of you know why I called you out here, today?"
Grif: "The war's over and you're sending us home?"
Sarge: "That's right. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero. We're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float. And, Simmons here, is in CHARGE OF CONFETTI!!!"
Grif: "I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."
Sarge: "Goddamn it, private! Shut your mouth, else I'll order Simmons here to slit your throat while you're asleep!"
Simmons: "Oh, I'd do it, too!"
Sarge: "I know you would, Simmons. Good man."
Thursday, January 22, 2004
Cead Mile Failte.
*Thump. Thump. Thump* Yes, that is my heart. It hasn't stopped yet, despite my hardest efforts.
Today was a light work out day. 5 minutes of cardio, just to loosen up a bit [I CAN'T WAIT until it warms up a bit so I can go back to running outside], did a bit of stretching.
It was leg day, so I did a medium workout on them, nothing too much. Capped the day off with 1000 crunches and a set a pull ups. Not a bad day. Not at all a bad day. Workout was a little light, but that's ok, I can bring myself back up to par next time I go.
Checked my pulse, and it's a great feeling when you can feel a strong, vigorous THUMP! as the blood is being pumped through your body. My abs feel absolutely great, as do my arms.
Going to grab some grub soon.
Good news. Thermo quiz today wasn't bad at all. It was a little confusing to read the question [worded a little different than expected], but it was simple. Checked my answers against Russ's afterwards, and we got the same stuff.
Bad news. None as of now. In pain, but it's bearable. Part of life. Can't give in to it.
I feel good and bad about tomorrow. For one, I really love Team HYPER, and I can't wait to help mentor the students and help teach them. I also really love hanging out with my roommates...so I sorta don't want to go back tomorrow because my roommates kick ass. Then again, I'll probably see the gang tomorrow night at some point, etc. Everything in life is a choice. I almost never make the correct choice the first time around. But this choice, I feel good about.
Ok, until later [fill you in on the Halo action, as well], cause I need to shower and eat now. Bye.
*Thump. Thump. Thump* Yes, that is my heart. It hasn't stopped yet, despite my hardest efforts.
Today was a light work out day. 5 minutes of cardio, just to loosen up a bit [I CAN'T WAIT until it warms up a bit so I can go back to running outside], did a bit of stretching.
It was leg day, so I did a medium workout on them, nothing too much. Capped the day off with 1000 crunches and a set a pull ups. Not a bad day. Not at all a bad day. Workout was a little light, but that's ok, I can bring myself back up to par next time I go.
Checked my pulse, and it's a great feeling when you can feel a strong, vigorous THUMP! as the blood is being pumped through your body. My abs feel absolutely great, as do my arms.
Going to grab some grub soon.
Good news. Thermo quiz today wasn't bad at all. It was a little confusing to read the question [worded a little different than expected], but it was simple. Checked my answers against Russ's afterwards, and we got the same stuff.
Bad news. None as of now. In pain, but it's bearable. Part of life. Can't give in to it.
I feel good and bad about tomorrow. For one, I really love Team HYPER, and I can't wait to help mentor the students and help teach them. I also really love hanging out with my roommates...so I sorta don't want to go back tomorrow because my roommates kick ass. Then again, I'll probably see the gang tomorrow night at some point, etc. Everything in life is a choice. I almost never make the correct choice the first time around. But this choice, I feel good about.
Ok, until later [fill you in on the Halo action, as well], cause I need to shower and eat now. Bye.
Great. Need to redo my thermodynamics homework. Ok, first time around, I got the procedure right, but forgot about atmospheric pressure. Coach also said that the process of integration worked out, but instead of using "dx" I should be using "dV"...which is impossible when you don't know what the original volume is.
So I redo it. Excellent. All good. Then I realize instead of putting in atmospheric pressure, I added in the total amount of pressure the gas is under [atmospheric, plus the piston, etc.]. So now I have some insanely high atmospheric pressure. So I have to go back and change the numbers to the right ones.
Way to go, me.
Here's the rest of my day. Let's avoid defeat in detail, k?:
1. Fix thermodynamics homework
2. Do cognitive thinking reading [This class rocks! With a little more practice I'll be able to memorize anything.]
3. GO LIFTING [didn't go yesterday because of a project meeting]. Today is leg day. With pull ups. Awesome.
4. Read ahead in thermo book [not much, just a little to get a feel for the new chapter].
5. Read the books on D-Day and the turning of the tide.
6. Go out and socialize. Don't stay in the apartment all fricking day [once work is done]. Part of the problem is that you just sit on your ass all day. If you didn't, you might not have a problem at all. And, no, Tycho, playing Halo multiplayer on Blood Gultch does NOT count as going out!!! [FUCK!]
Oh right, forgot to put eating in there somewhere, and showering. Need get stuff done. Good bye.
DuFrayne: "I'm not a doctor. I'm a medic."
Tucker: "What's the difference?"
DuFrayne: "Well, a doctor cures people. A medic just makes them more comfortable......while they die."
Tucker: "Note to self: 'Never get shot'."
So I redo it. Excellent. All good. Then I realize instead of putting in atmospheric pressure, I added in the total amount of pressure the gas is under [atmospheric, plus the piston, etc.]. So now I have some insanely high atmospheric pressure. So I have to go back and change the numbers to the right ones.
Way to go, me.
Here's the rest of my day. Let's avoid defeat in detail, k?:
1. Fix thermodynamics homework
2. Do cognitive thinking reading [This class rocks! With a little more practice I'll be able to memorize anything.]
3. GO LIFTING [didn't go yesterday because of a project meeting]. Today is leg day. With pull ups. Awesome.
4. Read ahead in thermo book [not much, just a little to get a feel for the new chapter].
5. Read the books on D-Day and the turning of the tide.
6. Go out and socialize. Don't stay in the apartment all fricking day [once work is done]. Part of the problem is that you just sit on your ass all day. If you didn't, you might not have a problem at all. And, no, Tycho, playing Halo multiplayer on Blood Gultch does NOT count as going out!!! [FUCK!]
Oh right, forgot to put eating in there somewhere, and showering. Need get stuff done. Good bye.
DuFrayne: "I'm not a doctor. I'm a medic."
Tucker: "What's the difference?"
DuFrayne: "Well, a doctor cures people. A medic just makes them more comfortable......while they die."
Tucker: "Note to self: 'Never get shot'."
Yeah. Tired. Excellent. Not really. Hate this. Hate life. Ooh. Candy. Must eat. Sugar good. Need more. Get some. Now. Roommates stupid. Using dvorak. What. The. Fuck. They insane. Very much. There go. Wow. Life fucktacular. Not really. It sucks. What do? Live it. Can't stop. Only forward. Never back. Hate this. Time machine? Can't. Fix? I tried. Things worse. Me tired. Tired. Sleep. Rest. Hate life. Hate me. Try fixing. Not work. Failed horribly. Bah. What do? Live on. Only thing. Forward. Never back. Life? Is game. Losing badly. Value in struggle. Not in victory. Nor defeat. Effort counts. Only personally. Effort not. Count in. Others' eyes. Shows obsession. Maybe. Just maybe. Fighting imporant. Not give. Never surrender. Failed horribly. Insanity. Me. I am. Welcome. In Fucktardia. Mistake land. [My Life]. Retarded not want. But am.
Fight on. Fight on. Only way. Never give. Never surrender. Fight on. Fight well. Defeat? Most likely. Scared? Never. Never scared. Always fight. Always fight. Victory? No. Must try. Never give. Never surrender. Must do. Or die. Alternate way? None. Never. Only fight. Fight on. Fight well. Use everything.
Tired. Of fighting. Yes. Want curl. Want cry. Want this. Want that. No get. No get. Never get. I try. Never get. Never. Fight on. With strength. With honor. No alternative. Must try. Must try. Effort applied. Effort wasted? Never. Effort can't. Defeat? Not afraid. Face it. With honor. With dignity. Summon strength. To fight.
Strength gone. Curl up. Die. Never. Fight on. Fight well. I must. Til Death. I must. I will. Trust God? Absolutely. Never doubt. Faith always. Til Death. And beyond. Show path. Guide me. Give strength. Give wisdom. Allow honor. Show path. Show path. Guide me. Lost. Very lot. No clue. Tired life. Forcefully onward. Not give. Not now. Too early. Too young. Onward. Onward. No back. Only forward. Give guidance. Hold hand. Lead me. Path lost. Help find. Guide me. Need it. Badly.
Lost control? Yes. Worried? No. God there. Always there. Never go. Can't care. But do. I do. I shouldn't. But do. Why care? Because hurt. Always hurt. Pain stay. Don't want. Can't shake. Onward only. Never back. Face future. Not past. Past over. Future not. Come soon. Then present. Then worry. Then past. No worry. I worry. Scared. Always scared. Need help. God help. God there. Always there. Calms me. Keeps sane. Maybe not. Gives help. Always. Never fails. Unlike me. Only know failure. Nothing else. Only failure. In everything. Everything. No success. Need success. Losing faith. Not divine. But myself. Losing faith in myself. Yes. Thats it. Myself. Need success. Want success. Tried hard. Hardest. Still fail. What do? No clue. Lost. Very lost. Which way? Right way? Where? How? Guide me. Hold hand. Lead. Show way.
Want happiness. Not get. Risked all. And lost. Breath word? Yes. Not man. I'm not. Not yet. Breathed word. When happy again? When? Don't know. Maybe never. Life unhappy. Need happy. Never get. Friends happy. Happy for them. I am. But why? Why they happy? Never me? Lot in life? Possibly. Not sure. Hopefully not. Not give up. Never surrender. Fight on. Defeat? Most likely. Scared? Never. Need happy. Do anything. Well. Not anything. Almost anything. Not dishonor. Never dishonor. Fight to victory. For happiness. Lost it. Can't find. Want happiness. Looking for. Not find. Never find. Lost forever. God help. Protect me. Look over me. Keep safe. What do? Don't know. Will do? One thing. Fight. Til Death. Only thing. Can do. Nothing else. Nothing else. Never works. Always left for dead. Always. Never saved. Happiness gone. Not saved. Left for dead. Need happy. Need sanity. No shithouse. No. Not anymore. Never again. Pain. Too much. Can't do. Always pain. Why pain? Why not happiness? Love? Both? Need. Need. One thing. That's it. Just one. Need. Nothing else. Just want.
Need strength. Must go. Keep going. Never stop. Forward. Onwards. Follow me. Don't look. Never retreat. Never give up. Never surrender. Fight onwards. Fight hard. Fight well. Never stop. Must keep fighting. No surrender. Need wisdom. Lost. Onward regardless. Never back. Always forward. Fight hard. Fight well. Know how. Only thing. Only fight. Fight on. Can't stop. Never stop. Stop is surrender. No give up. No surrender. Not know how. Never know how. Refuse know. Won't know. Only onward. Never stall. Fight on. Fight on. Keeping going. Til Death.
God help. Always does. Savior. Give wisdom. Give strength. Give honor. Give compassion. Martial. Give Excalibur. Light. Long blade. Keen edge. Strong. Divine weapon. Will fight. Victory nigh. No doubt. Never doubt. Always faith. In God. In self. God especial. Not fail. I fail. Always fail. God not. Only I. Lost path. Guide me. Hold hand. Lead me.
Follow me. Fight on. Fight hard. Fight well. God help. Always. Faith. Honor. Courage. Respect. Compassion. Yes. Armed. Armored. Shielded. Ready.
Need happiness. Will fight. Always fight. No give up. Need happiness. Never get. Will fight. Always forward. Never back. Need happiness. Maybe get. If fight. If faithful. Will get. Need.
Fight on. Fight on. Only way. Never give. Never surrender. Fight on. Fight well. Defeat? Most likely. Scared? Never. Never scared. Always fight. Always fight. Victory? No. Must try. Never give. Never surrender. Must do. Or die. Alternate way? None. Never. Only fight. Fight on. Fight well. Use everything.
Tired. Of fighting. Yes. Want curl. Want cry. Want this. Want that. No get. No get. Never get. I try. Never get. Never. Fight on. With strength. With honor. No alternative. Must try. Must try. Effort applied. Effort wasted? Never. Effort can't. Defeat? Not afraid. Face it. With honor. With dignity. Summon strength. To fight.
Strength gone. Curl up. Die. Never. Fight on. Fight well. I must. Til Death. I must. I will. Trust God? Absolutely. Never doubt. Faith always. Til Death. And beyond. Show path. Guide me. Give strength. Give wisdom. Allow honor. Show path. Show path. Guide me. Lost. Very lot. No clue. Tired life. Forcefully onward. Not give. Not now. Too early. Too young. Onward. Onward. No back. Only forward. Give guidance. Hold hand. Lead me. Path lost. Help find. Guide me. Need it. Badly.
Lost control? Yes. Worried? No. God there. Always there. Never go. Can't care. But do. I do. I shouldn't. But do. Why care? Because hurt. Always hurt. Pain stay. Don't want. Can't shake. Onward only. Never back. Face future. Not past. Past over. Future not. Come soon. Then present. Then worry. Then past. No worry. I worry. Scared. Always scared. Need help. God help. God there. Always there. Calms me. Keeps sane. Maybe not. Gives help. Always. Never fails. Unlike me. Only know failure. Nothing else. Only failure. In everything. Everything. No success. Need success. Losing faith. Not divine. But myself. Losing faith in myself. Yes. Thats it. Myself. Need success. Want success. Tried hard. Hardest. Still fail. What do? No clue. Lost. Very lost. Which way? Right way? Where? How? Guide me. Hold hand. Lead. Show way.
Want happiness. Not get. Risked all. And lost. Breath word? Yes. Not man. I'm not. Not yet. Breathed word. When happy again? When? Don't know. Maybe never. Life unhappy. Need happy. Never get. Friends happy. Happy for them. I am. But why? Why they happy? Never me? Lot in life? Possibly. Not sure. Hopefully not. Not give up. Never surrender. Fight on. Defeat? Most likely. Scared? Never. Need happy. Do anything. Well. Not anything. Almost anything. Not dishonor. Never dishonor. Fight to victory. For happiness. Lost it. Can't find. Want happiness. Looking for. Not find. Never find. Lost forever. God help. Protect me. Look over me. Keep safe. What do? Don't know. Will do? One thing. Fight. Til Death. Only thing. Can do. Nothing else. Nothing else. Never works. Always left for dead. Always. Never saved. Happiness gone. Not saved. Left for dead. Need happy. Need sanity. No shithouse. No. Not anymore. Never again. Pain. Too much. Can't do. Always pain. Why pain? Why not happiness? Love? Both? Need. Need. One thing. That's it. Just one. Need. Nothing else. Just want.
Need strength. Must go. Keep going. Never stop. Forward. Onwards. Follow me. Don't look. Never retreat. Never give up. Never surrender. Fight onwards. Fight hard. Fight well. Never stop. Must keep fighting. No surrender. Need wisdom. Lost. Onward regardless. Never back. Always forward. Fight hard. Fight well. Know how. Only thing. Only fight. Fight on. Can't stop. Never stop. Stop is surrender. No give up. No surrender. Not know how. Never know how. Refuse know. Won't know. Only onward. Never stall. Fight on. Fight on. Keeping going. Til Death.
God help. Always does. Savior. Give wisdom. Give strength. Give honor. Give compassion. Martial. Give Excalibur. Light. Long blade. Keen edge. Strong. Divine weapon. Will fight. Victory nigh. No doubt. Never doubt. Always faith. In God. In self. God especial. Not fail. I fail. Always fail. God not. Only I. Lost path. Guide me. Hold hand. Lead me.
Follow me. Fight on. Fight hard. Fight well. God help. Always. Faith. Honor. Courage. Respect. Compassion. Yes. Armed. Armored. Shielded. Ready.
Need happiness. Will fight. Always fight. No give up. Need happiness. Never get. Will fight. Always forward. Never back. Need happiness. Maybe get. If fight. If faithful. Will get. Need.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Good evening, my fellow Blog-fellas!
Today started at about 1300...forced myself to eat something, and then it was off to a meeting with my project teammates.
Now, since we didn't want to memorize Pi to 100 digits, or memorize the perpetual calendar, we decided to go for Option #2 for our project. I forget what it is, but that's what we're going with. Bob found a book from 1899 in our library. I'd say that it was taken out maybe once or twice in its 105 years of existence.
Grif: "Are you ok, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Erm, huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just these...those goddamn blues out there! They get me so goddamn mad, I could spit!"
*Church/Sarge spits in his own helmet*
Grif: "Sir? Did you just spit into your own helmet?"
Church/Sarge: "Yeah, I guess I did."
Grif: "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Go ahead"
Grif: "That's really fuckin' gross"
*A couple minutes later*
Sarge: "What in sam hell? What the? Who spit on my visor?!?"
While we were at the library, I took out 5 books on D-Day, and a psych book for the project. Bob took out a couple of psych books for our project, as well. Yeah, this is going to be so much fun...right...in any case, we've got ALOT of reading ahead of us. I've got maybe a shitload of it to read within a week. [Yes, a shitload is a quantitative measure of alot...I've actually measured it before. It's sort of like infinity 2^infinity is infinity just like
2^shitload is a shitload (though maybe a big shitload, I'll have to count the # of 0's after the 2 sometime to double check)].
It won't be that bad, because it's reading about the Great Adventure, the Great Crusade against Nazism and Fascism. Nothing brings tears to your eyes as when reading the story of Private Ingram E. Lambert.
Evidently I'm a racist...don't know why. I guess saying that slavery in America is because the Africans perpetuated our slave trade is racism. What the fuck?
Anyways, back on subject. After I got back from the library, I worked on and finished the Thermodynamics homework. Now, Russ and I were retarded and overanalyzed the part asking for how much work gas under pressure was doing on a piston. All we had to do was add up all the forces acting on the piston, and then do a little magic math [aka pulling random numbers out of our asses...ok, fine, so we didn't do that, but it would be fun if we did]. Had Coach critique the problem [wanted to make sure I had gotten it correct], and he pointed out that I had forgotten to factor in atmospheric pressure...so I went back and fixed that.
Once I got back from seeing Coach, I ate supper with Bob at DAKA. Cool guy, and I'm glad to have him as a project partner. DAKA didn't have all that much good food tonight [orange chicken? frickin hell!]. We talked about our project a bit, and then just shot the bull for a while. Then we both had to get back to work.
Got back to F15 and read part of "D-Day: The Normandy Invasion in Retrospect". Extremely interesting stuff. I'm going to have to delve into that book even further tonight. I'm really excited about doing my sufficienty project.
Then Halo distracted me for quite a while [multiplayer]. I FUCKING HATE BANSHEES, THOSE CHEAP FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. Though I'm a bit of a hypocrite, for I used them as much as possible. Then again, it is a time of war...you don't NOT use a weapon because it's deemed "cheap" or "unfair". I hate lag, but that's the way it goes.
Now, I'm probably going to watch the entirety of Red vs. Blue...well, all 21 episodes that are currently out [only two episodes from Season II...bah!].
Yeah, and Russ came in bitching a few minutes ago. Says he has a bit problem. So I allow myself to die about 40 times [Halo] while listening to him [I think he's being serious and wants advice]. He did want advice...just not what I would stop playing for. "So. The game is forcing me to take new levels for my character. I'm at level 18, I think I'm all set because I am kicking ass. Should I take them in Ranger or Wizard?". I'm floored, because the look on his face made me think that he was going to tell me his girlfriend of 6 years just broke up with him, or cheated on him, or that he's going to tell me his parents were killed. I'm glad that none of those things happened, but damn he looked depressed...over becoming more powerful...
Ok, now it's time for Red vs. Blue. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Simmons: "It's both, there's no 'L' in it!"
Grif: "That's what I'm saying: BOLTH!"
Simmons: "It's both!"
Grif: "You sound like such an ass the way you say it!"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! Get your pitooty up here! There's more of them special ops fellas running around!"
Grif: "More? As in, more than one? Maybe we should bolth come up, sir."
Simmons: "BOTH!"
Grif: "Seriously, man, like an ass!"
Sarge: "Well, well. Another brilliant idea from the thinktank. Why don't you both come up? Leave the prisoner alone. We could put her on the honor system, have her guard herself!"
Grif: "Good point, sir."
Sarge: "YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS!!! Now get your ass up here, I have just enough time to paint the bulls-eye on your back. *Pause* By bulls-eye, I of course mean camouflage."
Today started at about 1300...forced myself to eat something, and then it was off to a meeting with my project teammates.
Now, since we didn't want to memorize Pi to 100 digits, or memorize the perpetual calendar, we decided to go for Option #2 for our project. I forget what it is, but that's what we're going with. Bob found a book from 1899 in our library. I'd say that it was taken out maybe once or twice in its 105 years of existence.
Grif: "Are you ok, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Erm, huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just these...those goddamn blues out there! They get me so goddamn mad, I could spit!"
*Church/Sarge spits in his own helmet*
Grif: "Sir? Did you just spit into your own helmet?"
Church/Sarge: "Yeah, I guess I did."
Grif: "Permission to speak freely, sir?"
Church/Sarge: "Go ahead"
Grif: "That's really fuckin' gross"
*A couple minutes later*
Sarge: "What in sam hell? What the? Who spit on my visor?!?"
While we were at the library, I took out 5 books on D-Day, and a psych book for the project. Bob took out a couple of psych books for our project, as well. Yeah, this is going to be so much fun...right...in any case, we've got ALOT of reading ahead of us. I've got maybe a shitload of it to read within a week. [Yes, a shitload is a quantitative measure of alot...I've actually measured it before. It's sort of like infinity 2^infinity is infinity just like
2^shitload is a shitload (though maybe a big shitload, I'll have to count the # of 0's after the 2 sometime to double check)].
It won't be that bad, because it's reading about the Great Adventure, the Great Crusade against Nazism and Fascism. Nothing brings tears to your eyes as when reading the story of Private Ingram E. Lambert.
Evidently I'm a racist...don't know why. I guess saying that slavery in America is because the Africans perpetuated our slave trade is racism. What the fuck?
Anyways, back on subject. After I got back from the library, I worked on and finished the Thermodynamics homework. Now, Russ and I were retarded and overanalyzed the part asking for how much work gas under pressure was doing on a piston. All we had to do was add up all the forces acting on the piston, and then do a little magic math [aka pulling random numbers out of our asses...ok, fine, so we didn't do that, but it would be fun if we did]. Had Coach critique the problem [wanted to make sure I had gotten it correct], and he pointed out that I had forgotten to factor in atmospheric pressure...so I went back and fixed that.
Once I got back from seeing Coach, I ate supper with Bob at DAKA. Cool guy, and I'm glad to have him as a project partner. DAKA didn't have all that much good food tonight [orange chicken? frickin hell!]. We talked about our project a bit, and then just shot the bull for a while. Then we both had to get back to work.
Got back to F15 and read part of "D-Day: The Normandy Invasion in Retrospect". Extremely interesting stuff. I'm going to have to delve into that book even further tonight. I'm really excited about doing my sufficienty project.
Then Halo distracted me for quite a while [multiplayer]. I FUCKING HATE BANSHEES, THOSE CHEAP FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT. Though I'm a bit of a hypocrite, for I used them as much as possible. Then again, it is a time of war...you don't NOT use a weapon because it's deemed "cheap" or "unfair". I hate lag, but that's the way it goes.
Now, I'm probably going to watch the entirety of Red vs. Blue...well, all 21 episodes that are currently out [only two episodes from Season II...bah!].
Yeah, and Russ came in bitching a few minutes ago. Says he has a bit problem. So I allow myself to die about 40 times [Halo] while listening to him [I think he's being serious and wants advice]. He did want advice...just not what I would stop playing for. "So. The game is forcing me to take new levels for my character. I'm at level 18, I think I'm all set because I am kicking ass. Should I take them in Ranger or Wizard?". I'm floored, because the look on his face made me think that he was going to tell me his girlfriend of 6 years just broke up with him, or cheated on him, or that he's going to tell me his parents were killed. I'm glad that none of those things happened, but damn he looked depressed...over becoming more powerful...
Ok, now it's time for Red vs. Blue. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Simmons: "It's both, there's no 'L' in it!"
Grif: "That's what I'm saying: BOLTH!"
Simmons: "It's both!"
Grif: "You sound like such an ass the way you say it!"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! Get your pitooty up here! There's more of them special ops fellas running around!"
Grif: "More? As in, more than one? Maybe we should bolth come up, sir."
Simmons: "BOTH!"
Grif: "Seriously, man, like an ass!"
Sarge: "Well, well. Another brilliant idea from the thinktank. Why don't you both come up? Leave the prisoner alone. We could put her on the honor system, have her guard herself!"
Grif: "Good point, sir."
Sarge: "YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT IT IS!!! Now get your ass up here, I have just enough time to paint the bulls-eye on your back. *Pause* By bulls-eye, I of course mean camouflage."
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Welcome to my Blog!
Alrighty! Where do I start? Oh, right! Woke up at about 9:30 this morning, and jumped out of bed [went so quickly I nearly lost my handhold to get onto my chair...that would have been a nasty spill...would have been funny as hell, though].
Then I stumbled off on my way to class, nearly slipping down the stairs getting to our door. Way to go! The door wouldn't close, and it took me a minute to figure out that our doormat was in the way. And I'm supposed to be an engineer. Go figure. You know y'all are screwed if I ever graduate with an engineering degree.
Then I came back and tried to do my reading for my cognitive thinking class. It was insanely boring, and I only finished two chapters out of three. Well, I skimmed the third, but I wasn't really paying attention to it.
After that, I whisked my way to Thermo, really interesting course. Unfortunately the homework problem due Thursday involves a spring, which just complicates everything to the point of a lot of confusion. I'll probably have to go to the professor for a little bit of help, but I don't think it'll be much of a problem. I've got all day tomorrow to work on it.
At 3:30, I had a meeting with my suff advisor. Got the go ahead for my project, along with a timeline of what needs to be done and when it's due. I'm really glad I have Prof. Gray as my advisor.
Then I got back and went lifting with Russ. It sucks because my coke bottle lenses always fog up when we get to the weight room [after I freeze my ass solid on the way over, because I generally do not wear a jacket, just a t-shirt and shorts]. Yeah, I'm one of those "smart people". Good thing I'm not a nudist. Else I'd really be fucked in this weather. [And yes, Chris, your nuts would literally freeze...Quincy is warmer than out here, man]
I went to DAKA for supper tonight, to give myself a good meal. See, I regressed into that phase where I don't eat. I might have a couple hundred calories a day, but not much more. My normal intake is about 3,000 calories a day, but I've been known to go up to 5,000 calories per day sometimes. Just ask my parents for the food bill they pay for me, hehehe. I went there, ate some BBQ beef, chicken with biscuits, some pasta, and a slice of pizza. Then I had some chocolate milk, to top it all off.
I was forced into an impromptu poker game at about 7:00. Price to sit? $1.00. That $1.00 lasted everyone about 4 hours [rather than the 1 hour expected play time]. I fucking can't believe I had two really good hands [Flush with spades, Ace high, and then pocket jacks], and lost to 4 of a kinds!!! That's just insulting! I lost most of my money when I had that flush. That sucked. Oh well, it was all in good fun. And it got me away from doing my Thermo work [which I was planning on doing today].
One hand was great. Huge pot. Absolutely huge. Everyone had folded before the flop except for Topher and Owen. So then it came time for them to show their hands.
Topher: "Huh? What you got, bitch?"
*Owen flips cards over, showing pocket 7's*
Topher: "Oh fuck."
Both of them had pocket 7's. They split the pot, and all that betting was for nothing.
Not to mention that hardcore arm wrestling action. All of them, except for Topher, has between a 50 and 60 pound advantage over me. And therefore I got smacked. But it was worth seeing Topher's jugular pop two feet out the side of his head. We all thought he was going to have an aneurism or something. We caught a picture of it during the next match...damn that thing got huge. Fricking scary, but incredibly cool at the same time.
A while after that, I went out [against a four of a kind...I hate you, Bill]. It was a fun evening. It made me feel awake again. I've been feeling perpetually tired no matter how much sleep I get...and I don't know why. That snapped me out of it, though the fatigue is coming back, now that I'm beginning to unwind my hyperness.
Always faithful. Always optimistic. Always excited. Never willing to compromise who I am. Never gives up, even if defeat is certain and inevitable no matter what action I take. Perpetually HYPER!!! The old me is back...well, sort of. Working on it. Give me some time to get back to normal [well, my "normal", as opposed to "normal" normal].
YEARGH!!!!!!!!
Alright, I SERIOUSLY need to buckle down tomorrow and get that Thermo out of the way. I'm meeting my project partners for Cognitive Thinking at 2 PM in the Campus Center.
That class is a very interesting course. I'm glad I chose to take it instead of economics.
I also watched some Red vs. Blue today.
Caboose: "I can't believe Church shot me!"
Church's Ghost: "Oh, don't you even start, Caboose!
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Church's Ghost: "It's working! The orange one is leaving the base. I repeat: the orange one is leaving the base!"
Tucker: "Roger that"
Church's Ghost: "Ok...now here's what we do blah blah blah blah"
Caboose: "Ooh! Tucker! Tucker! Tucker! Is that Church? Would you please, could you say hi to him, for me?"
Tucker: "What was that? Caboose was talking to me. ::To Caboose:: Shut up, man."
Church's Ghost: "Roger. Here's what--"
**Tucker, through Church's headset** : "No, I'm not yelling. I'm just asking you to please be quiet until I'm done talking to Church......No, you can't talk to him..........No! How is it possible for you to talk to him over my headset?!?"
Church's Ghost: "My God, I can't believe I actually died for this war..."
Welcome to my Blog!
Alrighty! Where do I start? Oh, right! Woke up at about 9:30 this morning, and jumped out of bed [went so quickly I nearly lost my handhold to get onto my chair...that would have been a nasty spill...would have been funny as hell, though].
Then I stumbled off on my way to class, nearly slipping down the stairs getting to our door. Way to go! The door wouldn't close, and it took me a minute to figure out that our doormat was in the way. And I'm supposed to be an engineer. Go figure. You know y'all are screwed if I ever graduate with an engineering degree.
Then I came back and tried to do my reading for my cognitive thinking class. It was insanely boring, and I only finished two chapters out of three. Well, I skimmed the third, but I wasn't really paying attention to it.
After that, I whisked my way to Thermo, really interesting course. Unfortunately the homework problem due Thursday involves a spring, which just complicates everything to the point of a lot of confusion. I'll probably have to go to the professor for a little bit of help, but I don't think it'll be much of a problem. I've got all day tomorrow to work on it.
At 3:30, I had a meeting with my suff advisor. Got the go ahead for my project, along with a timeline of what needs to be done and when it's due. I'm really glad I have Prof. Gray as my advisor.
Then I got back and went lifting with Russ. It sucks because my coke bottle lenses always fog up when we get to the weight room [after I freeze my ass solid on the way over, because I generally do not wear a jacket, just a t-shirt and shorts]. Yeah, I'm one of those "smart people". Good thing I'm not a nudist. Else I'd really be fucked in this weather. [And yes, Chris, your nuts would literally freeze...Quincy is warmer than out here, man]
I went to DAKA for supper tonight, to give myself a good meal. See, I regressed into that phase where I don't eat. I might have a couple hundred calories a day, but not much more. My normal intake is about 3,000 calories a day, but I've been known to go up to 5,000 calories per day sometimes. Just ask my parents for the food bill they pay for me, hehehe. I went there, ate some BBQ beef, chicken with biscuits, some pasta, and a slice of pizza. Then I had some chocolate milk, to top it all off.
I was forced into an impromptu poker game at about 7:00. Price to sit? $1.00. That $1.00 lasted everyone about 4 hours [rather than the 1 hour expected play time]. I fucking can't believe I had two really good hands [Flush with spades, Ace high, and then pocket jacks], and lost to 4 of a kinds!!! That's just insulting! I lost most of my money when I had that flush. That sucked. Oh well, it was all in good fun. And it got me away from doing my Thermo work [which I was planning on doing today].
One hand was great. Huge pot. Absolutely huge. Everyone had folded before the flop except for Topher and Owen. So then it came time for them to show their hands.
Topher: "Huh? What you got, bitch?"
*Owen flips cards over, showing pocket 7's*
Topher: "Oh fuck."
Both of them had pocket 7's. They split the pot, and all that betting was for nothing.
Not to mention that hardcore arm wrestling action. All of them, except for Topher, has between a 50 and 60 pound advantage over me. And therefore I got smacked. But it was worth seeing Topher's jugular pop two feet out the side of his head. We all thought he was going to have an aneurism or something. We caught a picture of it during the next match...damn that thing got huge. Fricking scary, but incredibly cool at the same time.
A while after that, I went out [against a four of a kind...I hate you, Bill]. It was a fun evening. It made me feel awake again. I've been feeling perpetually tired no matter how much sleep I get...and I don't know why. That snapped me out of it, though the fatigue is coming back, now that I'm beginning to unwind my hyperness.
Always faithful. Always optimistic. Always excited. Never willing to compromise who I am. Never gives up, even if defeat is certain and inevitable no matter what action I take. Perpetually HYPER!!! The old me is back...well, sort of. Working on it. Give me some time to get back to normal [well, my "normal", as opposed to "normal" normal].
YEARGH!!!!!!!!
Alright, I SERIOUSLY need to buckle down tomorrow and get that Thermo out of the way. I'm meeting my project partners for Cognitive Thinking at 2 PM in the Campus Center.
That class is a very interesting course. I'm glad I chose to take it instead of economics.
I also watched some Red vs. Blue today.
Caboose: "I can't believe Church shot me!"
Church's Ghost: "Oh, don't you even start, Caboose!
-----------------------
Church's Ghost: "It's working! The orange one is leaving the base. I repeat: the orange one is leaving the base!"
Tucker: "Roger that"
Church's Ghost: "Ok...now here's what we do blah blah blah blah"
Caboose: "Ooh! Tucker! Tucker! Tucker! Is that Church? Would you please, could you say hi to him, for me?"
Tucker: "What was that? Caboose was talking to me. ::To Caboose:: Shut up, man."
Church's Ghost: "Roger. Here's what--"
**Tucker, through Church's headset** : "No, I'm not yelling. I'm just asking you to please be quiet until I'm done talking to Church......No, you can't talk to him..........No! How is it possible for you to talk to him over my headset?!?"
Church's Ghost: "My God, I can't believe I actually died for this war..."
Ok, made a hard choice today. It hurt, but had to be done.
Now, I have accepted that I made mistakes. I make them all the time. I learn lessons the hard way.
Part of life is making mistakes. This time I didn't learn from it and instead of moving on, I bashed myself against it, and made more mistakes, which only further hurt me. I didn't stop to put things into perspective. That just made me a nervous wreck.
From this very difficult time in my life, I've learned a few [extremely] important lessons:
1. "Whenever you're feeling down, smile and show your dimples."--my late Aunt [may you Rest in Peace]...possibly the truest advice I've ever heard. I'd do anything to hear her say that to me one more time. Though having a smile on the order of Medusa's doesn't help my charisma bonus. But it does give some pretty cool new statues to add to my collection every now and then.
2. The past is the past. Regardless of what mistakes have been made, you can't go back and change things. You shouldn't dwell or agonize over it. Just realize what you did wrong, apologize for it, learn from the mistake, and don't repeat it.
3. NEVER doubt your friends, no matter how distant they seem to be. It is extremely emotionally draining to believe you are truely alone in this cruel world. How draining? To the point of curling up into a little ball and screaming your head off until your throat runs bloody. No, I have not done that, but the only reason why I haven't is because then someone would put me in a straight jacket and sent me off to the loony bin [back to where I came from].
4. Don't let depressing situations control your life. It's good to grieve, it's a coping mechanism, but don't let it consume you. I let that happen. If it hurts so badly that you can't snap out of it, then go talk to someone you can trust. Immediately. Not only will it calm you down, but they can point stuff out to you that you've missed, and they can give objective advice.
Now that I've learned from my mistakes, I can now make a concerted effort to avoid making them again. No guarantees, for I'm only human.
Now, I have accepted that I made mistakes. I make them all the time. I learn lessons the hard way.
Part of life is making mistakes. This time I didn't learn from it and instead of moving on, I bashed myself against it, and made more mistakes, which only further hurt me. I didn't stop to put things into perspective. That just made me a nervous wreck.
From this very difficult time in my life, I've learned a few [extremely] important lessons:
1. "Whenever you're feeling down, smile and show your dimples."--my late Aunt [may you Rest in Peace]...possibly the truest advice I've ever heard. I'd do anything to hear her say that to me one more time. Though having a smile on the order of Medusa's doesn't help my charisma bonus. But it does give some pretty cool new statues to add to my collection every now and then.
2. The past is the past. Regardless of what mistakes have been made, you can't go back and change things. You shouldn't dwell or agonize over it. Just realize what you did wrong, apologize for it, learn from the mistake, and don't repeat it.
3. NEVER doubt your friends, no matter how distant they seem to be. It is extremely emotionally draining to believe you are truely alone in this cruel world. How draining? To the point of curling up into a little ball and screaming your head off until your throat runs bloody. No, I have not done that, but the only reason why I haven't is because then someone would put me in a straight jacket and sent me off to the loony bin [back to where I came from].
4. Don't let depressing situations control your life. It's good to grieve, it's a coping mechanism, but don't let it consume you. I let that happen. If it hurts so badly that you can't snap out of it, then go talk to someone you can trust. Immediately. Not only will it calm you down, but they can point stuff out to you that you've missed, and they can give objective advice.
Now that I've learned from my mistakes, I can now make a concerted effort to avoid making them again. No guarantees, for I'm only human.
I had a little wake up call today [well, not little, it was rather large], delivered with the subtlety of a kick to the nuts. Chris gave me a rather large dose of reality. He forced me to remember who I am. Being depressed over taking an ass hard course and over a young woman is not me. Those of you who haven't known me for all that long [said young woman, a few other young women, and then a few gentlemen, as well] don't know this at all...you've only known me since I've been having problems. Thank you, Chris, for the wake up call. And thankfully it wasn't a true kick to the nuts [that would have hurt].
I have taken the converstion verbatim, commentary shall be added in italics. Chris's screen name has been edited out [and, to my complete surprise, replaced with "Chris"] for privacy reasons.
Just for the record, Tycho987 is me [just in case anyone was wondering].
Chris (5:25:58 PM): You know, I always looked up to you Matt
Tycho987 (5:26:08 PM): no, i had thought it was generally the other way around
For those of you who don't know, Chris is THE MAN. Trust me. He is prepared for anything and everything. Not to mention that whenever someone needs help, he's there, ready and willing to go.
Chris (5:26:08 PM): if something needed to be done, you would always be the best to do it
Chris (5:26:31 PM): you always were a hard worker that would never take no as an answer
Tycho987 (5:26:44 PM): right...
Chris (5:27:56 PM): always excited
Chris (5:28:00 PM): always optomistic
Chris (5:28:14 PM): always loyal
Chris (5:28:58 PM): and never willing to compromise who you were for what needed to be done
Tycho987 (5:29:09 PM): yes
Tycho987 (5:30:10 PM): i remember those days
Chris (5:34:06 PM): ...yea, so do I....
That is who I truely am, I just lost touch with myself for a while due to overwhelming stress from every area of my life.
A thank you to Chris for forcing me to change buddy icons [seriously, what is wrong with the Fleur-de-Lys?]...I like the "I'm HYPER" one alot more than some crappy "we surrender" French symbol made of poo.
Now, this weekend, I'll most likely be heading back to work on the robot with the team. Probably end up in the machine shop much of the time, as I'm a good choice: knowledgeable about the machines [and, more importantly, safety], yet expendable in case some disaster happens, like welding my head to the welding bench or something [that'd be really fucked up, by the way], or getting my hair caught in the lathe [another really FUBARED situation].
Or I could sit back and relax and just spend my time drinking cup after cup after cup of straight black coffee. I think I'll stick in the machine shop...not only is it fun, but it lets me do something that I absolutely love to do: teach. I really enjoy teaching the students about stuff...whether it's how to machine something, or tutoring them a bit in math or physics, and sometimes teaching them about life and helping them out and giving out [free] advice.
Why do trees line the streets of Paris? So the Germans can march in the shade.
Why do French tanks have 5 gears in reverse, but only 1 for forward? In case they get attacked from behind.
Yeah, I could go off on a tangent about the French, but I won't. Maybe later. Freakily enough, my nickname is Frenchie. DAMNIT IT'S A FREAKIN' SCALLY CAP!!! Hehehe. No, it is not a beret. And no, I'm not French. Nor do I indulge in the French customs, such as being liberal ass monkeys [or just ass monkeys in general, because not all liberals or their ideals are bad], or eating frog legs [mommy! mommy! tastes like chicken!], or their perpetual love of being reamed militarily and then surrendering. I sometimes wonder if the extent of their mobilization for war is the manufacture of white sheets and hankerchiefs.
Yeah, today has been another rough one, but a little Red vs. Blue, and some company of friends goes a long way.
And yes, I used to be perpetually excited. No matter what the situation was. That is why I got the "Most hyper on Team HYPER" award, along with the "Forever Young" award. I've still got the sugar packets and Mountain Dew that were given to me as part of the awards [unless my mother threw the sugar away, I don't know, it's been 5 years or so].
I can't wait to get back to being who I really am.
I am HYPERman. Hear me roar! [well, ok, fine, more like a meow, but the point stands]
I have taken the converstion verbatim, commentary shall be added in italics. Chris's screen name has been edited out [and, to my complete surprise, replaced with "Chris"] for privacy reasons.
Just for the record, Tycho987 is me [just in case anyone was wondering].
Chris (5:25:58 PM): You know, I always looked up to you Matt
Tycho987 (5:26:08 PM): no, i had thought it was generally the other way around
For those of you who don't know, Chris is THE MAN. Trust me. He is prepared for anything and everything. Not to mention that whenever someone needs help, he's there, ready and willing to go.
Chris (5:26:08 PM): if something needed to be done, you would always be the best to do it
Chris (5:26:31 PM): you always were a hard worker that would never take no as an answer
Tycho987 (5:26:44 PM): right...
Chris (5:27:56 PM): always excited
Chris (5:28:00 PM): always optomistic
Chris (5:28:14 PM): always loyal
Chris (5:28:58 PM): and never willing to compromise who you were for what needed to be done
Tycho987 (5:29:09 PM): yes
Tycho987 (5:30:10 PM): i remember those days
Chris (5:34:06 PM): ...yea, so do I....
That is who I truely am, I just lost touch with myself for a while due to overwhelming stress from every area of my life.
A thank you to Chris for forcing me to change buddy icons [seriously, what is wrong with the Fleur-de-Lys?]...I like the "I'm HYPER" one alot more than some crappy "we surrender" French symbol made of poo.
Now, this weekend, I'll most likely be heading back to work on the robot with the team. Probably end up in the machine shop much of the time, as I'm a good choice: knowledgeable about the machines [and, more importantly, safety], yet expendable in case some disaster happens, like welding my head to the welding bench or something [that'd be really fucked up, by the way], or getting my hair caught in the lathe [another really FUBARED situation].
Or I could sit back and relax and just spend my time drinking cup after cup after cup of straight black coffee. I think I'll stick in the machine shop...not only is it fun, but it lets me do something that I absolutely love to do: teach. I really enjoy teaching the students about stuff...whether it's how to machine something, or tutoring them a bit in math or physics, and sometimes teaching them about life and helping them out and giving out [free] advice.
Why do trees line the streets of Paris? So the Germans can march in the shade.
Why do French tanks have 5 gears in reverse, but only 1 for forward? In case they get attacked from behind.
Yeah, I could go off on a tangent about the French, but I won't. Maybe later. Freakily enough, my nickname is Frenchie. DAMNIT IT'S A FREAKIN' SCALLY CAP!!! Hehehe. No, it is not a beret. And no, I'm not French. Nor do I indulge in the French customs, such as being liberal ass monkeys [or just ass monkeys in general, because not all liberals or their ideals are bad], or eating frog legs [mommy! mommy! tastes like chicken!], or their perpetual love of being reamed militarily and then surrendering. I sometimes wonder if the extent of their mobilization for war is the manufacture of white sheets and hankerchiefs.
Yeah, today has been another rough one, but a little Red vs. Blue, and some company of friends goes a long way.
And yes, I used to be perpetually excited. No matter what the situation was. That is why I got the "Most hyper on Team HYPER" award, along with the "Forever Young" award. I've still got the sugar packets and Mountain Dew that were given to me as part of the awards [unless my mother threw the sugar away, I don't know, it's been 5 years or so].
I can't wait to get back to being who I really am.
I am HYPERman. Hear me roar! [well, ok, fine, more like a meow, but the point stands]
Monday, January 19, 2004
Yes, since the last posting was wicked depressing, I'm going to make up for it now by typing up a little snippet from Red vs. Blue [I know, they're not funny just reading them. Therefore you should be inspired to watch it and realize just how hilarious it is.]
Sarge: "I've always believed in you, Simmons.
Simmons:"Actually, sir, it's Grif you should thank. He did all the work."
Sarge:"Grif?"
Simmons:"Yessir."
Sarge: "Why in HELL would you EVER give anyone CPR for a bullet wound to the head?"
Grif: *sigh* "You're welcome, sir."
Sarge: "Not only that, but it's damned inconsistent! What if they stabbed me in the toe? What would you do? Rub my neck with aloe vera?!?"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! I think I feel an aneurism coming on, how 'bout you give me one of them therapeutic mas-sages."
Sarge: "I've always believed in you, Simmons.
Simmons:"Actually, sir, it's Grif you should thank. He did all the work."
Sarge:"Grif?"
Simmons:"Yessir."
Sarge: "Why in HELL would you EVER give anyone CPR for a bullet wound to the head?"
Grif: *sigh* "You're welcome, sir."
Sarge: "Not only that, but it's damned inconsistent! What if they stabbed me in the toe? What would you do? Rub my neck with aloe vera?!?"
Sarge: "Hey, Grif! I think I feel an aneurism coming on, how 'bout you give me one of them therapeutic mas-sages."
First off, Chris, no, I didn't take insult from your Blog from when you mentioned me. You summed everything pretty well, in my opinion. In fact, if you called me a retarded monkey, that wouldn't insult me either, because it is true.
From the rest of your post that night, it sounds like you got seriously pissed off. And I gather it's either because you got 2 hours of sleep because you were talking to me, or it was Chuck's one-track mind humiliating you in front of a few female friends. And by knowing you, talking to me only mildly annoyed you. Dealing with Chuck's one-track mind infuriates you to know end at times.
Yeah. I'm one f*cked up dude. Not so long story, but I'm not going to put it here, because I don't feel like mentally reliving it. If you care to know about it, then ask me.
Hell, I talked to Duncan for about an hour about it, and that didn't do much for me [not from lack of help, but from me being a anxious retarded paranoid monkey fuck].
This world sucks, I hate my life. Etc., etc., etc. Same bullshit I've been saying the past couple months. Don't you guys get bored and tired of it? Well, no shit. How the fuck do you think I feel about it?
Anyways, I'm going to try and get a ride to UMass Memorial later. I don't give a shit anymore. If I need anti-depressants until I get the ground under my feet again, then thats what I need. I'm damned tired of perpetual falling. It's about fucking time I put my feet back under me, stand up, and brush myself off. If I need help doing it, then so be it.
Ok, that didn't make me feel better, but now I'm in a rage, and I can deal with rage...much unlike sadness and being depressed.
I don't want to talk about yesterday. I hated almost every minute of it. The only thing I enjoyed was getting picked up in the morning.
Well, I'll talk about the very end of it, after all this shit happened. Yeah, so I talked to Duncan. I hate doing that, because it made him late getting home to Mrs. Johnson and Dante. But it got me away from the pseudo-suicidal phase I was in. I'm very much in his debt.
I would've waited until today, but he probably won't be showing up tonight, and so I didn't know if I'd last until today. The only thing that is keeping me going, and not giving up on everthing [much as I feel like it] is sheer willpower. Not so much determination [I'm not working to get anywhere, I'm just trying to hold on and not be flung loose]. And I will hold on, because my willpower is never exhausted. That's because I draw my willpower from my friends, and their love and support is never-ending, so therefore, it is infinite.
Not eating a whole lot the past week probably didn't help me [the biggest meal I've had was last night at Barber's Crossing, and that was just picking at a couple appetizers]. Getting severely dehydrated also probably wasn't a good thing.
Eating at Barber's Crossing is getting ahead of myself though. Dave gave me a ride, and he offered to listen to what is messing up my life. So I gave him the short version. After that I realized that keeping it bottled up is NOT a good thing, in fact, it just makes it much much worse, because then it eats away at you.
So yeah, we got to Barber's Crossing, and we sat down as latecomers [the rest of the crew was already there]. Waiter missed taking Cheech's drink order twice. Our table of five [Dave, Meg, Kathy, Cheech, me] ordered 4 appetizers [jalapeno poppers, chicken fingers/tenders, onion rings, and deluxe nachos]. It was good. The only reason I could eat there was because being with them made me feel good, rather than feeling like shit, like I had been a half hour earlier. Didn't eat a whole lot, definitely not enough to make up for the past few days.
Then Dave drove me back to F15. I owe him, too, as well as Duncan.
Promised Ron I'd play Yuri's Revenge. Then noticed I needed to reinstall RA2 and YR. And the installer not responding to the mouse or keyboard delayed me severely. And then YR would get to 3% then stall. So, needless to say, Ron and I did not play last night. Not that I was going to be good company, in any case.
So yeah, had a talk with God [would have been much longer, had my body not fallen unconcious due to exhaustion].
Today is not shaping up to be much better [again, if you want to know why, you can ask, I'm not going to put it here because I need to feel good for the rest of the academic day, so I can concentrate].
Alright, today's agenda. As soon as I'm done bitching and whining and moaning and groaning and being all depressed and sorry for myself and this "my life sucks" bullshit, I'm going to do reading for Cognitive Thinking. Then off to Thermodynamics. After that, I'm going to read chapter 2 in the thermo book, and attempt to solve the problem due Thursday. Coach said it wouldn't be too difficult, but Russ just walked in here and asked for my Statics book, and I also know it involves a spring [which complicates things to no end, in some cases].
At 1800, I'm off to the Wedge to meet to go eat something, though I'll probably end up not going out to supper with them.
Thing about myself that I hate: being sensitive. It sucks. I was told that being sensitive was better than being callous...and I think that is bollocks.
Solution: something I'm not ready to do: give up. I never give up, I never stop trying. The only true defeat comes from lack of effort.
And for those of you who wonder why I bitch and moan here, it's because this is my life. I don't write things down here for fun, I write them down because that is what I have been up to, feeling, etc. I don't lie in here. I don't need to, I've got nothing to hide from any of you. If this Blog gets you to hate me...tough shit, I guess I didn't mean all that much to you, so you can go bugger off.
Now, let's end this on a Red vs. Blue quote [watch Episode 8, then Episode 14, and you'll understand what is going on].
Church: "What the? Where'd my body go? Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
Caboose: "Tucker did it!"
From the rest of your post that night, it sounds like you got seriously pissed off. And I gather it's either because you got 2 hours of sleep because you were talking to me, or it was Chuck's one-track mind humiliating you in front of a few female friends. And by knowing you, talking to me only mildly annoyed you. Dealing with Chuck's one-track mind infuriates you to know end at times.
Yeah. I'm one f*cked up dude. Not so long story, but I'm not going to put it here, because I don't feel like mentally reliving it. If you care to know about it, then ask me.
Hell, I talked to Duncan for about an hour about it, and that didn't do much for me [not from lack of help, but from me being a anxious retarded paranoid monkey fuck].
This world sucks, I hate my life. Etc., etc., etc. Same bullshit I've been saying the past couple months. Don't you guys get bored and tired of it? Well, no shit. How the fuck do you think I feel about it?
Anyways, I'm going to try and get a ride to UMass Memorial later. I don't give a shit anymore. If I need anti-depressants until I get the ground under my feet again, then thats what I need. I'm damned tired of perpetual falling. It's about fucking time I put my feet back under me, stand up, and brush myself off. If I need help doing it, then so be it.
Ok, that didn't make me feel better, but now I'm in a rage, and I can deal with rage...much unlike sadness and being depressed.
I don't want to talk about yesterday. I hated almost every minute of it. The only thing I enjoyed was getting picked up in the morning.
Well, I'll talk about the very end of it, after all this shit happened. Yeah, so I talked to Duncan. I hate doing that, because it made him late getting home to Mrs. Johnson and Dante. But it got me away from the pseudo-suicidal phase I was in. I'm very much in his debt.
I would've waited until today, but he probably won't be showing up tonight, and so I didn't know if I'd last until today. The only thing that is keeping me going, and not giving up on everthing [much as I feel like it] is sheer willpower. Not so much determination [I'm not working to get anywhere, I'm just trying to hold on and not be flung loose]. And I will hold on, because my willpower is never exhausted. That's because I draw my willpower from my friends, and their love and support is never-ending, so therefore, it is infinite.
Not eating a whole lot the past week probably didn't help me [the biggest meal I've had was last night at Barber's Crossing, and that was just picking at a couple appetizers]. Getting severely dehydrated also probably wasn't a good thing.
Eating at Barber's Crossing is getting ahead of myself though. Dave gave me a ride, and he offered to listen to what is messing up my life. So I gave him the short version. After that I realized that keeping it bottled up is NOT a good thing, in fact, it just makes it much much worse, because then it eats away at you.
So yeah, we got to Barber's Crossing, and we sat down as latecomers [the rest of the crew was already there]. Waiter missed taking Cheech's drink order twice. Our table of five [Dave, Meg, Kathy, Cheech, me] ordered 4 appetizers [jalapeno poppers, chicken fingers/tenders, onion rings, and deluxe nachos]. It was good. The only reason I could eat there was because being with them made me feel good, rather than feeling like shit, like I had been a half hour earlier. Didn't eat a whole lot, definitely not enough to make up for the past few days.
Then Dave drove me back to F15. I owe him, too, as well as Duncan.
Promised Ron I'd play Yuri's Revenge. Then noticed I needed to reinstall RA2 and YR. And the installer not responding to the mouse or keyboard delayed me severely. And then YR would get to 3% then stall. So, needless to say, Ron and I did not play last night. Not that I was going to be good company, in any case.
So yeah, had a talk with God [would have been much longer, had my body not fallen unconcious due to exhaustion].
Today is not shaping up to be much better [again, if you want to know why, you can ask, I'm not going to put it here because I need to feel good for the rest of the academic day, so I can concentrate].
Alright, today's agenda. As soon as I'm done bitching and whining and moaning and groaning and being all depressed and sorry for myself and this "my life sucks" bullshit, I'm going to do reading for Cognitive Thinking. Then off to Thermodynamics. After that, I'm going to read chapter 2 in the thermo book, and attempt to solve the problem due Thursday. Coach said it wouldn't be too difficult, but Russ just walked in here and asked for my Statics book, and I also know it involves a spring [which complicates things to no end, in some cases].
At 1800, I'm off to the Wedge to meet to go eat something, though I'll probably end up not going out to supper with them.
Thing about myself that I hate: being sensitive. It sucks. I was told that being sensitive was better than being callous...and I think that is bollocks.
Solution: something I'm not ready to do: give up. I never give up, I never stop trying. The only true defeat comes from lack of effort.
And for those of you who wonder why I bitch and moan here, it's because this is my life. I don't write things down here for fun, I write them down because that is what I have been up to, feeling, etc. I don't lie in here. I don't need to, I've got nothing to hide from any of you. If this Blog gets you to hate me...tough shit, I guess I didn't mean all that much to you, so you can go bugger off.
Now, let's end this on a Red vs. Blue quote [watch Episode 8, then Episode 14, and you'll understand what is going on].
Church: "What the? Where'd my body go? Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"
Caboose: "Tucker did it!"
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Quick recap of today. Woke up. Went to library and did some research for my sufficiency (got 10 pages of really good notes on the Atlantic Wall). The two hours I spent there seemed like mere seconds. May the souls of those who gave their lives on the Day of Days, June the 6th, 1944, rest in peace. Their war is over.
Came back. Played Neverwinter Nights for a couple hours. Ate alot. Went to campus center and hung out with Ryan for a bit. Then brought some food to the Worcester Veteran's Homeless Shelter. Good idea from Ryan...if he hadn't thought of that, the food would have gone to waste.
And now, I've got other stuff to do [I'm a very busy sort of nonsensical man.] Just one quote for everyone.
Simmons: "He's hurt pretty bad, sir. We need to get him airlifted out of here"
Sarge: "Type that up in a memo for me and entitle it 'SHIT I ALREADY KNOW!'
Came back. Played Neverwinter Nights for a couple hours. Ate alot. Went to campus center and hung out with Ryan for a bit. Then brought some food to the Worcester Veteran's Homeless Shelter. Good idea from Ryan...if he hadn't thought of that, the food would have gone to waste.
And now, I've got other stuff to do [I'm a very busy sort of nonsensical man.] Just one quote for everyone.
Simmons: "He's hurt pretty bad, sir. We need to get him airlifted out of here"
Sarge: "Type that up in a memo for me and entitle it 'SHIT I ALREADY KNOW!'
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Yeah, here is my semi-hourly update. Party was pretty fun. Actually, alot of fun. Got alot of stress out of my system, that has been building up.
I didn't lift today. I'd say that I didn't have time, but that is no excuse. I NEED to lift every day. Haven't been running too much either...and the cold is no excuse. I need to stop by the equipment room and bug them about getting those spandex leggings.
Anywho, I managed to gash myself while shaving. Way to go. I was even using a sharp blade this time. I don't know how I managed to pull that one off. Sometimes I amaze myself. Actually, I do that alot. I don't know how I pull off half the crazy crap I do. And half of that stuff should have killed me. I mean, playing the bottle rocket game is surely not a sign of high intelligence. Scarily enough, it was always the same kid that got hit by the explosive, except for that one time when another one got hit with it in the eye, and it exploded. Yeah, we decided to stop playing the game after that.
Since it was a Christmas gathering, I decided to dress up for it. Of course, my real dress clothes were at home, leaving me with my semi-dress clothes, and they did nicely.
On the way, Ryan presented me with a Christmas gift [well, a Hannukah gift would describe it better]. Unfortunately, I do not know what to get him in return. Thank you, Ryan.
Upon getting there, massive gaming began. Tried my hand at Soul Caliber 2 and figured out just how much I suck at it. Meh, oh well.
Then came lots of talking, and food, and more food, and drink [non-alcoholic of course]. Opening of presents. More gaming. More food. Never EVER play "Adventure" for Atari. About as retarded as a...as a retarded monkey. Yeah, that's it.
Then the drive home...which was cold [but then again, so is everything else around here]. Got back in one piece [not surprisingly, Cindy treated us well]. And then talked to people online for a bit. Was going to play YR with Ron, but by the time I was ready, he was gone. Good to hear he's doing alright, though. Very good to hear.
Read the quotes on Chris's Blog, and yes, they do make me go "WHAT THE FUCK?!?". I'd post some here, but I need to get my own quotes to put down, and not steal other people's.
Today was a rather good day. Minus not eating all that much. Just wasn't hungry.
Three cheers for the three destriers!
Yeah, here is my semi-hourly update. Party was pretty fun. Actually, alot of fun. Got alot of stress out of my system, that has been building up.
I didn't lift today. I'd say that I didn't have time, but that is no excuse. I NEED to lift every day. Haven't been running too much either...and the cold is no excuse. I need to stop by the equipment room and bug them about getting those spandex leggings.
Anywho, I managed to gash myself while shaving. Way to go. I was even using a sharp blade this time. I don't know how I managed to pull that one off. Sometimes I amaze myself. Actually, I do that alot. I don't know how I pull off half the crazy crap I do. And half of that stuff should have killed me. I mean, playing the bottle rocket game is surely not a sign of high intelligence. Scarily enough, it was always the same kid that got hit by the explosive, except for that one time when another one got hit with it in the eye, and it exploded. Yeah, we decided to stop playing the game after that.
Since it was a Christmas gathering, I decided to dress up for it. Of course, my real dress clothes were at home, leaving me with my semi-dress clothes, and they did nicely.
On the way, Ryan presented me with a Christmas gift [well, a Hannukah gift would describe it better]. Unfortunately, I do not know what to get him in return. Thank you, Ryan.
Upon getting there, massive gaming began. Tried my hand at Soul Caliber 2 and figured out just how much I suck at it. Meh, oh well.
Then came lots of talking, and food, and more food, and drink [non-alcoholic of course]. Opening of presents. More gaming. More food. Never EVER play "Adventure" for Atari. About as retarded as a...as a retarded monkey. Yeah, that's it.
Then the drive home...which was cold [but then again, so is everything else around here]. Got back in one piece [not surprisingly, Cindy treated us well]. And then talked to people online for a bit. Was going to play YR with Ron, but by the time I was ready, he was gone. Good to hear he's doing alright, though. Very good to hear.
Read the quotes on Chris's Blog, and yes, they do make me go "WHAT THE FUCK?!?". I'd post some here, but I need to get my own quotes to put down, and not steal other people's.
Today was a rather good day. Minus not eating all that much. Just wasn't hungry.
Three cheers for the three destriers!
Friday, January 16, 2004
THAR SHE BLOWS!!! 2 death threats so far today. Excellent. I love those. It lets me know just how much I'm loved in this world. I pride myself on that. Well, not really, I really do enjoy being alive, but I don't know why anyone would want to deprive me of the right to exist.
Ok, revised plans for today. First, got to track down my sufficiency advisor during her office hours. Second, confession is being offered at the Religious Center from 1500-1700 hours. I feel the need to go--I've got a great many things to get off my chest, for I am a sinner.
Then I MIGHT...stress MIGHT have time to lift, shower, eat, and get in touch with the gentleman who might give me a ride. If that falls through, though, I'll need some time to call someone else up and beg a ride from him, or, rather, from the guy that is picking him up.
Plus I need to shave. Can't go looking like a woolly mammoth, now, can I? [That's if I go.]
If everything falls through tonight, I can do what I usually do and hang out with my wicked awesome roommates [I'm not being sarcastic...they really do kick ass]. And then I could probably get ahead on that thermodynamics problem he assigned today.
"What's a freelancer?"
"A freelancer is a gun for hire. He's not red OR blue. He fights for the side that gives him the most money."
"Sort of like a mercenary?"
"Right. Or like your Mom, when the rent is due."
ZING! That's got to hurt, hehehe. Excellent.
DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO READ A SHORT RANT/BITCHING SESSION. It was in my mind, and I needed to write it down to get it out of my head.
"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;"
That is what my problem was. I had a dream, a sweet, intoxicating dream, one that I thought couldn't live without. But in the process, I made it my master, and therefore I got screwed up over it, because by making it my master, I let it dictate my life and how I feel, my mood, etc. I will do my best next round to not let my dream become my master, for all that does is bring pain and ruin, rather than happyness and delight. Hopefully all the ties and connections I broke during that episode will heal. I doubt it, but there is always hope, even during the darkest hours.
BITCHING IS OVER
Alright, enough of that tripe. Heh, tripe. I ordered that at a restaurant once. I didn't realize that it hadn't been cooked at all until the end of the meal. So, yeah, raw tripe and I, we really don't get along, he's a slimey little bastard he is. I should order it again at the restaurant at the end of the galaxy. Marvin and I can become drinking buddies!
Hey, at least Owen isn't making me jealous by getting 14 hours of sleep a day! I think he's actually been doing work! This is incredible!
Yeah, so that's my hourly update. I'm looking forward to Confession. Maybe once I'm absolved maybe everything won't weigh on me so heavily. Yeah, I take life too seriously, I need to kick back and relax. And get drunk. Yes. Very, very drunk. I want to see if I fall in love with a broom if I drink enough [like Rocko's dog]. That would solve all my problems. Yes. A one night stand with a broom. The good thing is that a broom can't reject me, very much unlike women, who take great pleasure in doing that [not really, I'm just a spaz]. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA MY PLAN HAS MERIT!!!!!
Ugh...that just reminded me of something Owen said yesterday *shudders in disgust, has sudden urge to throw up*.
Alright, now for a political rant. My vote will most likely go to Bush next election. Why? I think the Democrats are currently retarded and are too busy circle-jerking or shoving their heads up their asses and skull fucking themselves to come up with a coherent party platform. For one, Dean is a radical, he is mobilizing the far-left with his speeches. For two, they bitch way too much about Bush, rather than actually proposing ways to fix things that are wrong. They say they will reduce the budget deficit. But you know how? By increasing spending on social welfare programs [big waste of money...I mean, they can't pay for food, but they can afford pimpin' cars and stereos, and don't bother to look for jobs?], and by gutting our military spending. Look, we're the world's superpower. Part of that is having an imposing military. Liberals are too damned idealist. MIGHT EQUALS RIGHT. You don't like it? Too fucking bad! That is how this world works!
Let's take an issue such as the war on Iraq, something many democrats find "illegal", "irrational", and "uncalled for". Unfortunately, the law was on our side. UN Resolution 1441 allowed the use of military force if Iraq didn't account for ALL of its NBC [nuclear, biological, chemical] weapon programs. It didn't. Case for war, right there. Not to mention 300+ Iraqi engagements of Coalition aircraft during the CEASE FIRE. Each one of those is an act of war. We KNOW he has had such weapons, in fact, the Democrats were all butt fucking each other in backing up Clinton's assertion that Iraq held WMDs and NBCs. But, as soon as Bush comes around, they do a complete 180 and go "NO!!! TH3R3 4R3 N0 W34PO|\|S OF M4SS D3STRUCTION!!!!! YOU ARE LYING! STOP LYING! THERE AREN'T ANY! THERE NEVER WERE!!!" Of course, they completely forget that just a little while before Bush came into office, they took it as a given that there were WMDs.
See, both political parties lie. It's a given. It's politics at its finest. It's just that the Republicans will pick your pocket and punch you, while the Democrats will put their arm around you, invite you for a small drink, and tell you all this fiction while picking your pocket, then they disappear once they've gotten what they wanted.
Hell, I might vote for Al Sharpton in the primaries just to boost his odds against Dean. Or maybe Gephardt. Heh. Maybe even Wesley Clark.
BAH, SO PISSED OFF AT RADICAL LEFTIST WANKERS!!! [Look, I don't dislike liberals, but when you're liberal to the point where you truely believe that the US is the Great Satan, and sympathize with Islamic terrorists killing off civilians, there is something mentally wrong with you. Well, there's something mentally wrong with me, too, but it doesn't have to do with idealism or politics.
Being at college sort of sucks, then, because there are more liberals than conservatives. And by "liberal", I mean commie bastards, not your run of the mill liberals which don't go around trying to convert you. Damned socialists. Go back to the fucking CCCP.
Ok, revised plans for today. First, got to track down my sufficiency advisor during her office hours. Second, confession is being offered at the Religious Center from 1500-1700 hours. I feel the need to go--I've got a great many things to get off my chest, for I am a sinner.
Then I MIGHT...stress MIGHT have time to lift, shower, eat, and get in touch with the gentleman who might give me a ride. If that falls through, though, I'll need some time to call someone else up and beg a ride from him, or, rather, from the guy that is picking him up.
Plus I need to shave. Can't go looking like a woolly mammoth, now, can I? [That's if I go.]
If everything falls through tonight, I can do what I usually do and hang out with my wicked awesome roommates [I'm not being sarcastic...they really do kick ass]. And then I could probably get ahead on that thermodynamics problem he assigned today.
"What's a freelancer?"
"A freelancer is a gun for hire. He's not red OR blue. He fights for the side that gives him the most money."
"Sort of like a mercenary?"
"Right. Or like your Mom, when the rent is due."
ZING! That's got to hurt, hehehe. Excellent.
DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO READ A SHORT RANT/BITCHING SESSION. It was in my mind, and I needed to write it down to get it out of my head.
"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;"
That is what my problem was. I had a dream, a sweet, intoxicating dream, one that I thought couldn't live without. But in the process, I made it my master, and therefore I got screwed up over it, because by making it my master, I let it dictate my life and how I feel, my mood, etc. I will do my best next round to not let my dream become my master, for all that does is bring pain and ruin, rather than happyness and delight. Hopefully all the ties and connections I broke during that episode will heal. I doubt it, but there is always hope, even during the darkest hours.
BITCHING IS OVER
Alright, enough of that tripe. Heh, tripe. I ordered that at a restaurant once. I didn't realize that it hadn't been cooked at all until the end of the meal. So, yeah, raw tripe and I, we really don't get along, he's a slimey little bastard he is. I should order it again at the restaurant at the end of the galaxy. Marvin and I can become drinking buddies!
Hey, at least Owen isn't making me jealous by getting 14 hours of sleep a day! I think he's actually been doing work! This is incredible!
Yeah, so that's my hourly update. I'm looking forward to Confession. Maybe once I'm absolved maybe everything won't weigh on me so heavily. Yeah, I take life too seriously, I need to kick back and relax. And get drunk. Yes. Very, very drunk. I want to see if I fall in love with a broom if I drink enough [like Rocko's dog]. That would solve all my problems. Yes. A one night stand with a broom. The good thing is that a broom can't reject me, very much unlike women, who take great pleasure in doing that [not really, I'm just a spaz]. MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA MY PLAN HAS MERIT!!!!!
Ugh...that just reminded me of something Owen said yesterday *shudders in disgust, has sudden urge to throw up*.
Alright, now for a political rant. My vote will most likely go to Bush next election. Why? I think the Democrats are currently retarded and are too busy circle-jerking or shoving their heads up their asses and skull fucking themselves to come up with a coherent party platform. For one, Dean is a radical, he is mobilizing the far-left with his speeches. For two, they bitch way too much about Bush, rather than actually proposing ways to fix things that are wrong. They say they will reduce the budget deficit. But you know how? By increasing spending on social welfare programs [big waste of money...I mean, they can't pay for food, but they can afford pimpin' cars and stereos, and don't bother to look for jobs?], and by gutting our military spending. Look, we're the world's superpower. Part of that is having an imposing military. Liberals are too damned idealist. MIGHT EQUALS RIGHT. You don't like it? Too fucking bad! That is how this world works!
Let's take an issue such as the war on Iraq, something many democrats find "illegal", "irrational", and "uncalled for". Unfortunately, the law was on our side. UN Resolution 1441 allowed the use of military force if Iraq didn't account for ALL of its NBC [nuclear, biological, chemical] weapon programs. It didn't. Case for war, right there. Not to mention 300+ Iraqi engagements of Coalition aircraft during the CEASE FIRE. Each one of those is an act of war. We KNOW he has had such weapons, in fact, the Democrats were all butt fucking each other in backing up Clinton's assertion that Iraq held WMDs and NBCs. But, as soon as Bush comes around, they do a complete 180 and go "NO!!! TH3R3 4R3 N0 W34PO|\|S OF M4SS D3STRUCTION!!!!! YOU ARE LYING! STOP LYING! THERE AREN'T ANY! THERE NEVER WERE!!!" Of course, they completely forget that just a little while before Bush came into office, they took it as a given that there were WMDs.
See, both political parties lie. It's a given. It's politics at its finest. It's just that the Republicans will pick your pocket and punch you, while the Democrats will put their arm around you, invite you for a small drink, and tell you all this fiction while picking your pocket, then they disappear once they've gotten what they wanted.
Hell, I might vote for Al Sharpton in the primaries just to boost his odds against Dean. Or maybe Gephardt. Heh. Maybe even Wesley Clark.
BAH, SO PISSED OFF AT RADICAL LEFTIST WANKERS!!! [Look, I don't dislike liberals, but when you're liberal to the point where you truely believe that the US is the Great Satan, and sympathize with Islamic terrorists killing off civilians, there is something mentally wrong with you. Well, there's something mentally wrong with me, too, but it doesn't have to do with idealism or politics.
Being at college sort of sucks, then, because there are more liberals than conservatives. And by "liberal", I mean commie bastards, not your run of the mill liberals which don't go around trying to convert you. Damned socialists. Go back to the fucking CCCP.
Cead Mile Failte!
Yeah, so I'm feeling down today [big surprise, da?], but to hell with that.
Alright, my plans are to go to class, run and lift [gotta lose that weight I gained! And my parents just keep shoving food into my mouth, heh], and then off to a party. If I can get a ride. So I don't know what the heck is happening tonight, because I have no info on who is giving me a ride and what not. Well, I have a guy who said he'd give me a ride, but hasn't give me any other info since.
What do you think the "ENG" in "engineer" means? English Not Good. So true. I mean, I'll go off in tangents in the language of love [well, if not love, then cowardice, their national flag should be a white bedsheet]. Either that or I'll babble away in my own language every now and then, and twitch alot. It's sort of like a seizure, without the dangerous part of it.
Russ said he doesn't believe a word I say. So I said, the sky is up. Then he said a thing only an engineer would ever think of saying: "Define 'up'. Which way is it?". Fucking bastard. But he's right. 100% correct.
As Bill said yesterday: "I love having enemies. At least then I know where they stand."
Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't know where people stand, unless they are openly hostile towards me. Ah yes, good job intuition!
Blah, oh well, almost time to head off to class.
Take care everyone. Stay safe.
Yeah, so I'm feeling down today [big surprise, da?], but to hell with that.
Alright, my plans are to go to class, run and lift [gotta lose that weight I gained! And my parents just keep shoving food into my mouth, heh], and then off to a party. If I can get a ride. So I don't know what the heck is happening tonight, because I have no info on who is giving me a ride and what not. Well, I have a guy who said he'd give me a ride, but hasn't give me any other info since.
What do you think the "ENG" in "engineer" means? English Not Good. So true. I mean, I'll go off in tangents in the language of love [well, if not love, then cowardice, their national flag should be a white bedsheet]. Either that or I'll babble away in my own language every now and then, and twitch alot. It's sort of like a seizure, without the dangerous part of it.
Russ said he doesn't believe a word I say. So I said, the sky is up. Then he said a thing only an engineer would ever think of saying: "Define 'up'. Which way is it?". Fucking bastard. But he's right. 100% correct.
As Bill said yesterday: "I love having enemies. At least then I know where they stand."
Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't know where people stand, unless they are openly hostile towards me. Ah yes, good job intuition!
Blah, oh well, almost time to head off to class.
Take care everyone. Stay safe.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
Cead mile failte to everyone. MY FINGERS WORK [about damn time]!!!
According to my roommates, my life is worth less than a pane of glass. Russ chimes in, "Isn't that a little high?"
It's great to be loved isn't it? :-/
Yeah, so I did my thermodynamics homework...read chapter 1. Now, was it me, or did they try their damned hardest to confuse the reader with those big, complicated words that no one will EVER use in practice? Wasn't that bad, but was a tad bit annoying.
Whatever, I'm done with that, time to move on to a different subject. Not in the mood to be real social tonight. Sort of in that "mad at the world" mood right now. I guess this sort of sums up how I'm feeling right now:
"You should blame God. First he makes hangovers, and now half women, half sharks that won't even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing, God!"
[After that statement, I am absolutely sure that Tucker is a stupid idiot.]
Replace "God" with "the world", and you'll have my mood right [minus the woman sharks that won't sleep with me, and the hangovers].
Oh, great, Russ, perfect timing. Thanks for reminding me, "dude, you need a girlfriend." Yes, we ALL know I don't have one [and no, Bill, I don't have a boyfriend either you retarded monkey]. I think the only reason he says it now is he knows the one thing I want in life more than anything else is woman to share life with [two hearts that beat as one].
Now, I haven't pulled pranks on anyone yet, but I'm seriously considering pulling one on Russ right now. I've been pranked a few times. I have been pulled off of bed and thrown to the floor once [I mean, what the bloody hell?!?]. Then the chair was taken away, so when I groggily jumped to land on the chair, I missed, and the floor stopped my fall quite efficiently [*feels dent in skull*...maybe a little TOO efficiently...]. Won't ever forget the "where the hell did my Stress Analysis project go?!?", and stressing out [no pun intended...trust me] over where it was. Russ hid it. Took me 2 hours to find it. That was the least funny prank played on me [not saying that being thrown off my bed was fun, but at least that one gave me some extra sleep].
No, no pranks. Just because they do it doesn't make it right.
Oh, and I have 4 lbs of Hershey's Kisses, and knockwurst. I guess my parents really want me to put on some weight [also evidenced by the sheer tonnage of food they lugged up here from home...gee, I wonder...it's very scary to be able to say that your parents want you to get fattened up].
NOTE TO SELF: REMEMBER TO CALL BILL A RETARDED MONKEY.
SECOND NOTE TO SELF [SERIOUS]: Remember to call either Chris's or Bill's [different Bill, though I'll call him a retarded monkey just for the hell of it] cell phone tomorrow night, to say hello to the gentlemen as they carouse around Boston and picking up all the ladies [or scaring them away, same difference]. Remember, when all else fails, use a balloon animal. Maybe you'll get lucky like I did and get a response!
The response: "Are you trying to spread SARS?!?.
I'm telling you, I have the best luck with women. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Don't look at me like that, you're just jealous! Ok, fine, so my luck isn't good at all, it's about as bad as luck could ever go. Eventually that will change, when the time is right.
I miss you guys. Thank you for always looking out for me and for always being there for me.
According to my roommates, my life is worth less than a pane of glass. Russ chimes in, "Isn't that a little high?"
It's great to be loved isn't it? :-/
Yeah, so I did my thermodynamics homework...read chapter 1. Now, was it me, or did they try their damned hardest to confuse the reader with those big, complicated words that no one will EVER use in practice? Wasn't that bad, but was a tad bit annoying.
Whatever, I'm done with that, time to move on to a different subject. Not in the mood to be real social tonight. Sort of in that "mad at the world" mood right now. I guess this sort of sums up how I'm feeling right now:
"You should blame God. First he makes hangovers, and now half women, half sharks that won't even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing, God!"
[After that statement, I am absolutely sure that Tucker is a stupid idiot.]
Replace "God" with "the world", and you'll have my mood right [minus the woman sharks that won't sleep with me, and the hangovers].
Oh, great, Russ, perfect timing. Thanks for reminding me, "dude, you need a girlfriend." Yes, we ALL know I don't have one [and no, Bill, I don't have a boyfriend either you retarded monkey]. I think the only reason he says it now is he knows the one thing I want in life more than anything else is woman to share life with [two hearts that beat as one].
Now, I haven't pulled pranks on anyone yet, but I'm seriously considering pulling one on Russ right now. I've been pranked a few times. I have been pulled off of bed and thrown to the floor once [I mean, what the bloody hell?!?]. Then the chair was taken away, so when I groggily jumped to land on the chair, I missed, and the floor stopped my fall quite efficiently [*feels dent in skull*...maybe a little TOO efficiently...]. Won't ever forget the "where the hell did my Stress Analysis project go?!?", and stressing out [no pun intended...trust me] over where it was. Russ hid it. Took me 2 hours to find it. That was the least funny prank played on me [not saying that being thrown off my bed was fun, but at least that one gave me some extra sleep].
No, no pranks. Just because they do it doesn't make it right.
Oh, and I have 4 lbs of Hershey's Kisses, and knockwurst. I guess my parents really want me to put on some weight [also evidenced by the sheer tonnage of food they lugged up here from home...gee, I wonder...it's very scary to be able to say that your parents want you to get fattened up].
NOTE TO SELF: REMEMBER TO CALL BILL A RETARDED MONKEY.
SECOND NOTE TO SELF [SERIOUS]: Remember to call either Chris's or Bill's [different Bill, though I'll call him a retarded monkey just for the hell of it] cell phone tomorrow night, to say hello to the gentlemen as they carouse around Boston and picking up all the ladies [or scaring them away, same difference]. Remember, when all else fails, use a balloon animal. Maybe you'll get lucky like I did and get a response!
The response: "Are you trying to spread SARS?!?.
I'm telling you, I have the best luck with women. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Don't look at me like that, you're just jealous! Ok, fine, so my luck isn't good at all, it's about as bad as luck could ever go. Eventually that will change, when the time is right.
I miss you guys. Thank you for always looking out for me and for always being there for me.
Cead Mile Failte
Ok, my fingers aren't cooperating right now, so please forgive all the inevitable spelling mistakes. Reason? Well, I'll get to that, later.
Today started off at 0924 hours, when my alarm went off. I had just enough time to get ready for class, and still have 5 minutes to myself, to reflect and to think. To prepare myself for the new term, and all the challenges that it will bring.
Last night...this morning, rather, we proposed a toast [non-alcoholic, well, not even with liquid, it was just a thing you go "HEAR HEAR!" to]. "To this new term, that it will treat us better than the last one, that we may all have the strength to finish in fine form, that we will not go insane!" HEAR HEAR! [sorry, that was obligatory].
Got to cognitive thinking...sounds like an interesting course. I learned about the thinking process and the process of how we remember things. The most useful thing I learned today is how to plant false memories into people's minds. That's an execellent skill to have. We also learned what a penny looks like.
From there, it was back here for some mac and cheese for lunch. Then off to Thermodynamics. Ugh. First day sucked. Maybe it was because we sat in the second to last row in Kinnicut. Maybe it was because we didn't really learn much. My cross country coach is the professor, he's a wicked awesome guy.
Came back, promised my roommate we'd go lifting at 1530, then immediately ripped into the Thermo book and actually taking notes out of it [A FIRST!!!]. Put on "Enemy at the Gates", but that was too distracting, so I switched it to "Independence Day"...a movie that I can study to without distracting me at all.
Then Russ comes in and bitches how I'm not ready to go lifting with him, so I scuttle about and change. Today was arm day. By the time I was done with the machines, I couldn't do a single pullup. Not one. Zip. Zero. Nil. Nada. My arms were just that tired. Followed that up with a lengthy abs session.
That is one reason why my fingers aren't really working properly right now...the tendons and muscles are too tired out to give me full motor functions in my arms. It's fun. Cause now I can pretend to have a spasm and hit my roommates. Not really. That's a bad idea, considering all but one of them has about 50 pounds on me. Hitting them would be a bad thing, especially if I hit more than one. Could get a nice brawl going if I spasmed out on all four...Hmmm...entertainment....
Anyways, I have no plans for the evening except eat [not particularly hungry, but food it essential], finish up the thermodynamics reading, and e-mail my sufficiency advisor. Oh, right, almost forgot. I actually went to the library today to look up possible resources. Of course, half of the materials on D-Day, Eisenhower, and associated officers are charged out to people. Just my luck. I see it's just as bad as ever. Meh, some things never change. But then again, half the materials are still in, so I'm grateful for that, it gives me a good chunk of information to start with. Eggsellent Nog, eggsellent.
Right now, I'm going to stretch, then hike downstairs to make some food, and right after that finish up the thermodynamics chapter for the evening. Then I should have time to hang out with people later.
Ok, my fingers aren't cooperating right now, so please forgive all the inevitable spelling mistakes. Reason? Well, I'll get to that, later.
Today started off at 0924 hours, when my alarm went off. I had just enough time to get ready for class, and still have 5 minutes to myself, to reflect and to think. To prepare myself for the new term, and all the challenges that it will bring.
Last night...this morning, rather, we proposed a toast [non-alcoholic, well, not even with liquid, it was just a thing you go "HEAR HEAR!" to]. "To this new term, that it will treat us better than the last one, that we may all have the strength to finish in fine form, that we will not go insane!" HEAR HEAR! [sorry, that was obligatory].
Got to cognitive thinking...sounds like an interesting course. I learned about the thinking process and the process of how we remember things. The most useful thing I learned today is how to plant false memories into people's minds. That's an execellent skill to have. We also learned what a penny looks like.
From there, it was back here for some mac and cheese for lunch. Then off to Thermodynamics. Ugh. First day sucked. Maybe it was because we sat in the second to last row in Kinnicut. Maybe it was because we didn't really learn much. My cross country coach is the professor, he's a wicked awesome guy.
Came back, promised my roommate we'd go lifting at 1530, then immediately ripped into the Thermo book and actually taking notes out of it [A FIRST!!!]. Put on "Enemy at the Gates", but that was too distracting, so I switched it to "Independence Day"...a movie that I can study to without distracting me at all.
Then Russ comes in and bitches how I'm not ready to go lifting with him, so I scuttle about and change. Today was arm day. By the time I was done with the machines, I couldn't do a single pullup. Not one. Zip. Zero. Nil. Nada. My arms were just that tired. Followed that up with a lengthy abs session.
That is one reason why my fingers aren't really working properly right now...the tendons and muscles are too tired out to give me full motor functions in my arms. It's fun. Cause now I can pretend to have a spasm and hit my roommates. Not really. That's a bad idea, considering all but one of them has about 50 pounds on me. Hitting them would be a bad thing, especially if I hit more than one. Could get a nice brawl going if I spasmed out on all four...Hmmm...entertainment....
Anyways, I have no plans for the evening except eat [not particularly hungry, but food it essential], finish up the thermodynamics reading, and e-mail my sufficiency advisor. Oh, right, almost forgot. I actually went to the library today to look up possible resources. Of course, half of the materials on D-Day, Eisenhower, and associated officers are charged out to people. Just my luck. I see it's just as bad as ever. Meh, some things never change. But then again, half the materials are still in, so I'm grateful for that, it gives me a good chunk of information to start with. Eggsellent Nog, eggsellent.
Right now, I'm going to stretch, then hike downstairs to make some food, and right after that finish up the thermodynamics chapter for the evening. Then I should have time to hang out with people later.
Cead Mile Failte!
Ok, I almost bitched about waking up to "The Mummy Returns" for the second time, but I remembered that I've already done that and avoided doing that.
So, I went lifting with Russ at about 1500 today. Temperature? 1 degree, wind chill down to -16 degrees. I decide to go out wearing my cross country shorts and a t-shirt.
Now, let me tell you just how stupid that was. By the time we were halfway to the gym, my eyes had started to freeze. Twenty yards from the door, my blood started to crystallize in my hands, and I couldn't move the joints at all. Way to go, smartypants.
So yeah, I lifted, wasn't able to do as much as I was able to before break for a couple of things, but that is to be expected. I could do an extra pullup though.
We decided that it might be for the best if we ran back...and so we went slipping and sliding everywhere on the ice. When I got back, I was really REALLY sore, but it was that good pain.
"Just for the record, I just want you to know that rocks aren't people."
"Duly noted. Now get in there!"
Then I sat my fat ass down and watched some Drew Carrey with Russ, and we also grabbed some stuff to eat. After that, I went upstairs and played Neverwinter Nights for a while, then got totally frustrated with fighting this damned sorceress...finally killed her [after about a bajillion tries]. GAH!
Anyways, then I had to take care of some stuff, then it was off to the Wedge to hang out with Katrina. Played this really cool pig dice game...it didn't seem fun at first, but it's really REALLY addictive. And my bad luck with dice [from Risk] prevailed again today! Well, I guess I can't complain. I won the first two...then lost the last 3-4.
Called shot to the nuts!
Came back to F15 to try and watch a DVD...but we just wired a VCR into our massive entertainment system, and I can't figure out how the hell to get it to work. Evidently everything now goes through the VCR...sort of weird...so we headed down to her place to hang out for a bit. Talked for a bit and shot the breeze. Then her roommate came back. She's Steph from Cross Country [the last person I had expected to see coming through the door]. So we all talked our heads off for a bit, and then I realized that it was almost midnight. I'm sorry that I had stayed so long and imposed my presence upon them that late.
I ran back to F15, but not fast enough to keep my body to start to freeze. Hypothermia...excellent thing to have. Makes you numb to everything, well, everything besides the cold, that is. Didn't help that the door wouldn't open into the People's UnDemocratic Socialist Dictatorship Republic of F15. So I spent a minute slamming my shoulder into the door. Then I got the bright idea to pull back on the handle, then slam into the door. 'Lo and behold, it worked! And suddenly I was enveloped by warmth. Followed by a coughing fit, and partial loss of breath due to thermal shock [from -1 to 70 degrees in a split second].
I feel ashamed. I had forgotten my manners earlier. Didn't introduce Katrina to my roommates and vice versa. That's the second time I've done that sort of thing. Damn.
Well, right now I'm sort of bored. Maybe I should go do something. Ah, Red vs. Blue. I haven't gotten tired of that yet :-D
Caboose: "Why are there six pedals if there are only FOUR directions?!?"
Alright, time to get ready for some rack time. Classes start for me at 1000 hours this morning. Improving Cognitive Thinking. Then classes conclude at 1400, after Thermodynamics is let out for the afternoon. Then I've got to scurry to start on my sufficiency project. The paperwork STILL isn't filed. Blah. And knowing my advisor, she's gonna want a 200 page dissertation on my subject [June 6, 1944].
I've also got to figure out a convenient time to lift with my roommate [it's always better to lift with a partner]. And then, I need to buy lots of food, so I don't starve [just kidding, brought in a TON of food on Tuesday...but then again, I am the bane of edible substances, so I'll probably rip through that in under a week].
NOTE TO SELF: GET RIDE FOR FRIDAY AND SUNDAY.
SECOND NOTE TO SELF: WEAR CLOTHES OUTSIDE.
THIRD NOTE TO SELF: THAT INCLUDES PANTS.
Yeah, today was a good day. Even snuck some pool in there...yeah, and using half a cue to make a shot is ALOT harder than it looks. Especially when it has no tip. To the point where I'm going to put my own eye out. Not that I've ever come close to doing that before. No sir-ree-bob. ...No sir ree bob?!? What the?
You know what is embarrassing? Getting meleed to death by the enemy flag carrier. It was awesome. Came up right next to him and BAM! Yeah, it was wicked. Stop looking at me like that. No, seriously, you're scaring me. Hey, back off. Seriously. No man, I'm not kidding, get away, you're freakin' me out!
"Whenever life is rough on you, smile and show your dimples!"--my grand aunt Helen [1910-2002], rest in peace, and may your ample wisdom guide me true.
Good night everyone.
Ok, I almost bitched about waking up to "The Mummy Returns" for the second time, but I remembered that I've already done that and avoided doing that.
So, I went lifting with Russ at about 1500 today. Temperature? 1 degree, wind chill down to -16 degrees. I decide to go out wearing my cross country shorts and a t-shirt.
Now, let me tell you just how stupid that was. By the time we were halfway to the gym, my eyes had started to freeze. Twenty yards from the door, my blood started to crystallize in my hands, and I couldn't move the joints at all. Way to go, smartypants.
So yeah, I lifted, wasn't able to do as much as I was able to before break for a couple of things, but that is to be expected. I could do an extra pullup though.
We decided that it might be for the best if we ran back...and so we went slipping and sliding everywhere on the ice. When I got back, I was really REALLY sore, but it was that good pain.
"Just for the record, I just want you to know that rocks aren't people."
"Duly noted. Now get in there!"
Then I sat my fat ass down and watched some Drew Carrey with Russ, and we also grabbed some stuff to eat. After that, I went upstairs and played Neverwinter Nights for a while, then got totally frustrated with fighting this damned sorceress...finally killed her [after about a bajillion tries]. GAH!
Anyways, then I had to take care of some stuff, then it was off to the Wedge to hang out with Katrina. Played this really cool pig dice game...it didn't seem fun at first, but it's really REALLY addictive. And my bad luck with dice [from Risk] prevailed again today! Well, I guess I can't complain. I won the first two...then lost the last 3-4.
Called shot to the nuts!
Came back to F15 to try and watch a DVD...but we just wired a VCR into our massive entertainment system, and I can't figure out how the hell to get it to work. Evidently everything now goes through the VCR...sort of weird...so we headed down to her place to hang out for a bit. Talked for a bit and shot the breeze. Then her roommate came back. She's Steph from Cross Country [the last person I had expected to see coming through the door]. So we all talked our heads off for a bit, and then I realized that it was almost midnight. I'm sorry that I had stayed so long and imposed my presence upon them that late.
I ran back to F15, but not fast enough to keep my body to start to freeze. Hypothermia...excellent thing to have. Makes you numb to everything, well, everything besides the cold, that is. Didn't help that the door wouldn't open into the People's UnDemocratic Socialist Dictatorship Republic of F15. So I spent a minute slamming my shoulder into the door. Then I got the bright idea to pull back on the handle, then slam into the door. 'Lo and behold, it worked! And suddenly I was enveloped by warmth. Followed by a coughing fit, and partial loss of breath due to thermal shock [from -1 to 70 degrees in a split second].
I feel ashamed. I had forgotten my manners earlier. Didn't introduce Katrina to my roommates and vice versa. That's the second time I've done that sort of thing. Damn.
Well, right now I'm sort of bored. Maybe I should go do something. Ah, Red vs. Blue. I haven't gotten tired of that yet :-D
Caboose: "Why are there six pedals if there are only FOUR directions?!?"
Alright, time to get ready for some rack time. Classes start for me at 1000 hours this morning. Improving Cognitive Thinking. Then classes conclude at 1400, after Thermodynamics is let out for the afternoon. Then I've got to scurry to start on my sufficiency project. The paperwork STILL isn't filed. Blah. And knowing my advisor, she's gonna want a 200 page dissertation on my subject [June 6, 1944].
I've also got to figure out a convenient time to lift with my roommate [it's always better to lift with a partner]. And then, I need to buy lots of food, so I don't starve [just kidding, brought in a TON of food on Tuesday...but then again, I am the bane of edible substances, so I'll probably rip through that in under a week].
NOTE TO SELF: GET RIDE FOR FRIDAY AND SUNDAY.
SECOND NOTE TO SELF: WEAR CLOTHES OUTSIDE.
THIRD NOTE TO SELF: THAT INCLUDES PANTS.
Yeah, today was a good day. Even snuck some pool in there...yeah, and using half a cue to make a shot is ALOT harder than it looks. Especially when it has no tip. To the point where I'm going to put my own eye out. Not that I've ever come close to doing that before. No sir-ree-bob. ...No sir ree bob?!? What the?
You know what is embarrassing? Getting meleed to death by the enemy flag carrier. It was awesome. Came up right next to him and BAM! Yeah, it was wicked. Stop looking at me like that. No, seriously, you're scaring me. Hey, back off. Seriously. No man, I'm not kidding, get away, you're freakin' me out!
"Whenever life is rough on you, smile and show your dimples!"--my grand aunt Helen [1910-2002], rest in peace, and may your ample wisdom guide me true.
Good night everyone.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
Ok, looking back on yesterday, it was actually an awesome day, but with one or two bad things that happened to me. Whatever. I'll live [thanks to the Heart of Gold; I hate you Beeblebrox].
So, yeah. Went to bed at 0630 this morning (stayed up shooting the breeze with Bill since 0400), and woke up at ~1130 by Russ who decided to play The Mummy Returns at maybe 20% of our max sound system power. That sucked. The floor wouldn't stop shaking like it was a freaking earthquake. Gotta love our sound system.
Then I made the idiotic mistake of trying to venture out into the world, to find my sufficiency advisor [mission failed], then to get spandex leggings so my legs won't freeze when running [mission failed]. Checked my weight [might as well, the scale is right there]...If I hadn't been wearing pants, it would have gone to 144 lbs...heh...I managed to put on 4 pounds on over break...FOUR...[WTF MATE? WTF!]...see, it should be more, because I ate like a feasting king over break [maybe my parents are fattening me up for Thanksgiving this year?]...it just never stopped coming.
Now I have run out of errands for the day. Should go running/lifting soon. I need to work off all that weight I gained. Maybe go play pool afterwards. The best thing for me to do right now is to get into a big brawl. You know, one of those bar fights that makes no coherent sense, because everyone is drunk? Yeah. That would relieve some of the stress I'm feeling [already...isn't it great?].
I'll be back later with more insight into my awesome life.
Ok, looking back on yesterday, it was actually an awesome day, but with one or two bad things that happened to me. Whatever. I'll live [thanks to the Heart of Gold; I hate you Beeblebrox].
So, yeah. Went to bed at 0630 this morning (stayed up shooting the breeze with Bill since 0400), and woke up at ~1130 by Russ who decided to play The Mummy Returns at maybe 20% of our max sound system power. That sucked. The floor wouldn't stop shaking like it was a freaking earthquake. Gotta love our sound system.
Then I made the idiotic mistake of trying to venture out into the world, to find my sufficiency advisor [mission failed], then to get spandex leggings so my legs won't freeze when running [mission failed]. Checked my weight [might as well, the scale is right there]...If I hadn't been wearing pants, it would have gone to 144 lbs...heh...I managed to put on 4 pounds on over break...FOUR...[WTF MATE? WTF!]...see, it should be more, because I ate like a feasting king over break [maybe my parents are fattening me up for Thanksgiving this year?]...it just never stopped coming.
Now I have run out of errands for the day. Should go running/lifting soon. I need to work off all that weight I gained. Maybe go play pool afterwards. The best thing for me to do right now is to get into a big brawl. You know, one of those bar fights that makes no coherent sense, because everyone is drunk? Yeah. That would relieve some of the stress I'm feeling [already...isn't it great?].
I'll be back later with more insight into my awesome life.
Cead Mile Failte!
Yay, today was horrible. But you know what? I've learned that bitching about how shitty your day is doesn't help at all [well, it does, but it doesn't fix it]...there is always someone out there [if not more] who have had a worse day.
*Warthog drives over hill*
"Shotgun!"
*A Second Later* "Shotgun! FUCK"
So yeah, I woke up at noon this morning, decided to go read some stuff on the computer, ate lunch at about 1330, then showered.
After that, it was time to pack the car to go back to good old WPI. I didn't want to go back. I'm still emotionally scarred from all the events from last term [academic, but also alot of other stuff, which y'all know about].
Saw Bill for the first time in a month when we got back [despite living in the same city]. Pretty happy to see him. Unpacked all my gear, plugged it all in, set it all up, etc., then it was off to Piccadilly Pub for supper [unfortunately, they would not serve me alcohol...I have some stuff that I want to forget about, permanently].
Honey BBQ chicken tenders were really good. Then off I went, back to Fuller 15 to unwind for a little while...started downloading episodes of "Red vs. Blue" [again].
I hear Russ come in, and see if he needs help bringing his junk in. Which he did (he brought ALOT of crap!). So I take a few minutes and help him lug it all in. Shot the shit about last term for a bit, but I won't go there.
Time check: 1930. I hurried and threw on a coat and rushed down to Fuller 21 where there was a huge Halo party going on. Fucking insane. We played 4v4 capture the flag. Of course, they stacked all the good players on one team, and the sucky ones on the other [I'm one of the sucky ones]. So we lost the first round. Then kicked their asses the second time around...despite having to use the shitty TV that made us go blind from the glare. After that, I was all out of excitement...I felt drained.
Came back to the apartment, shot the bull with Russ for a while, then helped him through an ass hard puzzle in a game [yay for overanalyzation...something we're both good at!].
It's been a while since I've talked to Jen, so I checked her LiveJournal to see what's been going on with her. Big mistake. Ugh, that stung. I wish I hadn't looked at it. In any case, it's good to hear that she's been doing well, despite working so damned much. I feel bad for her...she didn't have much of a vacation. I mean, I didn't either, but I had the time [which she didn't], I just wasted it and frittered it away.
Anyways, so then I watched Red vs. Blue again, and it was bloody hilarious.
Church: "That's all they EVER do. That's what they were doing last week. That's what they were doing five minutes ago. And five minutes from now, when you ask me 'What are they doing', my answers gonna be 'They're still just talking, AND THEY'RE STILL JUST STANDING THERE!"
*Couple moments of tense silence*
Tucker: *Looks over at Church* "What are they talking about?"
Church: "You know what? I fucking hate you."
Well, there it is, my attempt to feel better, and I laughed my ass off.
Tomorrow, I've got to hunt down my sufficiency advisor, and get that paperwork done. After that, I REALLY want to go out running, but it's going to be too cold for that, so I guess I'm going to have to settle for the treadmill. Something easy, 4-5 miles, maybe? Followed by lifting and stretching.
What am I to do once that is done? No clue. Probably hang out with my roommates, and we're all going to make a toast that this coming term will treat us better than the last [I was not the only one who got fucked over last term...a couple of my roommates went through the brain drain suicide phase, as well]. Whatever comes, comes. Bring it on, life, we're ready to take more shit. Well, we may not, but hell, let's see just how much of it we'll be able to handle. This time around, it's our turn.
Anyways, by now its 0413 on Wednesday. If I want to be able to wake up before noon, I'm going to need to sleep.
Note to self: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PICK COGNITIVE THINKING OVER ECONOMICS?!? WHY?!
Five books. TEENY TINY font. The kind of font you go blind over after trying to interpret the first sentence. Woo-fucking-hoo!
Yay, today was horrible. But you know what? I've learned that bitching about how shitty your day is doesn't help at all [well, it does, but it doesn't fix it]...there is always someone out there [if not more] who have had a worse day.
*Warthog drives over hill*
"Shotgun!"
*A Second Later* "Shotgun! FUCK"
So yeah, I woke up at noon this morning, decided to go read some stuff on the computer, ate lunch at about 1330, then showered.
After that, it was time to pack the car to go back to good old WPI. I didn't want to go back. I'm still emotionally scarred from all the events from last term [academic, but also alot of other stuff, which y'all know about].
Saw Bill for the first time in a month when we got back [despite living in the same city]. Pretty happy to see him. Unpacked all my gear, plugged it all in, set it all up, etc., then it was off to Piccadilly Pub for supper [unfortunately, they would not serve me alcohol...I have some stuff that I want to forget about, permanently].
Honey BBQ chicken tenders were really good. Then off I went, back to Fuller 15 to unwind for a little while...started downloading episodes of "Red vs. Blue" [again].
I hear Russ come in, and see if he needs help bringing his junk in. Which he did (he brought ALOT of crap!). So I take a few minutes and help him lug it all in. Shot the shit about last term for a bit, but I won't go there.
Time check: 1930. I hurried and threw on a coat and rushed down to Fuller 21 where there was a huge Halo party going on. Fucking insane. We played 4v4 capture the flag. Of course, they stacked all the good players on one team, and the sucky ones on the other [I'm one of the sucky ones]. So we lost the first round. Then kicked their asses the second time around...despite having to use the shitty TV that made us go blind from the glare. After that, I was all out of excitement...I felt drained.
Came back to the apartment, shot the bull with Russ for a while, then helped him through an ass hard puzzle in a game [yay for overanalyzation...something we're both good at!].
It's been a while since I've talked to Jen, so I checked her LiveJournal to see what's been going on with her. Big mistake. Ugh, that stung. I wish I hadn't looked at it. In any case, it's good to hear that she's been doing well, despite working so damned much. I feel bad for her...she didn't have much of a vacation. I mean, I didn't either, but I had the time [which she didn't], I just wasted it and frittered it away.
Anyways, so then I watched Red vs. Blue again, and it was bloody hilarious.
Church: "That's all they EVER do. That's what they were doing last week. That's what they were doing five minutes ago. And five minutes from now, when you ask me 'What are they doing', my answers gonna be 'They're still just talking, AND THEY'RE STILL JUST STANDING THERE!"
*Couple moments of tense silence*
Tucker: *Looks over at Church* "What are they talking about?"
Church: "You know what? I fucking hate you."
Well, there it is, my attempt to feel better, and I laughed my ass off.
Tomorrow, I've got to hunt down my sufficiency advisor, and get that paperwork done. After that, I REALLY want to go out running, but it's going to be too cold for that, so I guess I'm going to have to settle for the treadmill. Something easy, 4-5 miles, maybe? Followed by lifting and stretching.
What am I to do once that is done? No clue. Probably hang out with my roommates, and we're all going to make a toast that this coming term will treat us better than the last [I was not the only one who got fucked over last term...a couple of my roommates went through the brain drain suicide phase, as well]. Whatever comes, comes. Bring it on, life, we're ready to take more shit. Well, we may not, but hell, let's see just how much of it we'll be able to handle. This time around, it's our turn.
Anyways, by now its 0413 on Wednesday. If I want to be able to wake up before noon, I'm going to need to sleep.
Note to self: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PICK COGNITIVE THINKING OVER ECONOMICS?!? WHY?!
Five books. TEENY TINY font. The kind of font you go blind over after trying to interpret the first sentence. Woo-fucking-hoo!