Posted 01:27 by Tycho

"You're almost there!"--my grandmother's fortune cookie.

Some fortune.

Anyways, here is what I did yesterday and today.

Yesterday: rolled out of bed, and didn't smash my head off the floor in the process [wow...that's like, a first!].

Then went to kickoff for FIRST Robotics...very interesting game this year. More sleepless nights ahead. Lots of them.

Maybe this year I won't ream a hole into my hand using the mill...just maybe. And maybe I'll rememeber that friction causes heat, and metals are generally good thermal conductors [especially steel, iron, and aluminum].

Then went to Chuck's and watched movies. I wasn't quite "there" [I'll explain that under today's section]. After that, it was off to Grandma's house for Chinese food. I couldn't stop pacing. I was really restless. Then I realized I had the bracelet in my pocket [it's my keepsake, my lucky charm, whatever you'd like to call it, but that's what it is], and then I thought back to Frontiers again [times like when I shoved Ben's face into the cake, because it really wasn't his birthday].

Then I came back home, played Red Alert II with Ron. I wasn't really into kicking Allied ass last night...or tonight, either, when we played [felt really sick].

Ok, today, well today was crap. Lethargic all day. Constant zoning out. I'd be talking to you one second, then gone into outer space the next. I spaced out for at least a half hour last night, while talking to people. All the shaking in the world couldn't snapped me out of that one, I don't think. That continued all through today. I was really restless.

So...what exactly did I do today? Oh, right, I remember. Woke up [unfortunately], stumbled into the living room, noticed that the sun was up [the second problem of the day], and made an about face, and marched straight back into my room for a few extra minutes of snooze.

Upon completion of the snoozing phase, I managed to scrounge up some food to eat, didn't choke on it, and proceeded to play TIE Fighter. I then had to change my course schedule [too heavy a course load, due to sufficiency project, and I want to give myself a term to relax after last term]. I am a proud new member of a lecture based course about cognitive thinking. And a formerly not-so-proud member of materials science.

Went out shopping with my mother, grabbed some food/drink for the apartment.

I was so restless today that my parents started to worry. My mother said that something is really the matter with me, because it showed on my face and with everything I did.

Anyways, I then had the pleasure of watching the Eagles defeat the Packers to advance. Things might have been different had Brett Favre NOT thrown that retarded pass that [quite rightly!] got intercepted. He should have just taken the sack. And if you're going to throw it away...throw it out of bounds...

Then I indulged upon my addiction to ice cream [alot worse things to be addicted to out there]. Won a game of "War" against both my parents. Then I putzed around for a bit, read part of a book.

Aye, then the war fighting started. The glorious Red Army rallied against the Allied aggressors...but both human combatants stopped being interested when money ran low, and the computer enemies just sort of rolled over and died, without a true fight [fucking French bastards! We were also fighting the French...is this sort of behavior coincidence?].

And now I'm bored, depressed, and have nothing better to do than to whine about everything in my Blog. Yep, the usual deal. Sorry to keep putting you guys through the drudgery of reading this crap.

Oh, here's a really good poem.

If --By Rudyard Kipling, a dedication to his son,
who died during WW1.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Aye, that is the way life should be lived.

Good news! I gained 7 pounds...only 23 more to go! Bring on the fries, the chocolate, anything you got! YOU CAN'T TAKE ME! THAT'S RIGHT, BRING IT, BITCH!

Alright...ummm...who let the dogs out? Was it you? Cause it sure wasn't me. Wait a second. I have dogs? What the bloody hell?

Random person's motto: "Girls like me until I decide I like them."

YEARGH ME MATEYS! It's Capt. Insano time! Are you ready? Can you stop the insano crew from pira--commandeering the brain train? Tune in next second to find out! If your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset. I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY MOTHER! Kudos, kudos everywhere, for EVERYONE!!!

Where the hell do you think you're going? You're not getting by there! Guards! Fuck! Where the hell are the guards?!? Sir, did you remember to pay them their wages this year? And last year? No? That might be why, sir. No, sir, I'm not going out there. It's dangerous! But, sir!

Hackity slash slash hackity slash slash...mmm...Nasty Diablo...sugar time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Oh dear oh me, who's your Daddy, Earth? Why, I am! Muahahahahahaaha! Leader dead, run away! Ah! It's stuck! Get it off! Don't run! We're your friends! *zap* *zap* Don't run! We're your friends! Is that sugar...WHERE! MUST FIND SUGAR FOR SUGAR FOR BLAZING.

Now I must find a bed and lever myself into the horizontal position before passing out...