Posted 01:15 by Tycho

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]