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Wednesday, January 14, 2004
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!
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