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Monday, February 09, 2004
Alright...I buckled down and did some suff work today...not much at all, really, but it was better than nothing, which I probably would have done if I hadn't forced myself. Only about two pages of notes. Need to get that annotated bibliography done tomorrow because it's due Tuesday.
So, I woke up today, managed to not smash my head against the ceiling, was able to slide out of bed without falling on my keister, and then actually watched good anime. That goes against everything I stand for. I have you Naruto. And Read or Die. Can't help but watch it. Must use some sort of new-fangled uber-liminal messaging systems or some shit like that. It held me memorized for about three hours. I'm even starting to like shows with names like "Prince of Tennis" [which is about a kid who plays tennis, by the way].
And then it was sufficiency time, and I cracked open a HUMONGOUS book about the Eastern front during WWII...didn't get a whole lot of information, but I don't need much, anyways. Got promptly embarrassed when I went downstairs to get some water in only my boxers, and there were two young women in the apartment. I should really remember to put my pants on BEFORE I go outside the room.
Aye, then I got hungry, so I got dressed, and went to DAKA. And tonight was my lucky night. Not only did they have corned beef...they had some sort of sausage ravioli in bechamel sauce and some weird veggie mix along with potatoes with bacon bits literally glued to them. Was reading A Storm of Swords at the part where Davos is saying how retarded Stannis is for being a teamkilling fucktard, when Ser Allister is being a whiny ass bitch. Then I heard my name, looked up, and saw Dr. Jackal waving me over to his table. So I sit down, and we talk about the billiards tourney for a bit...evidently he won his opening match, 2-0, and is looking forward to his next one.
Unfortunately, I am advancing to the next round. I wouldn't be disappointed by this [seeing how the goal is to WIN], except that I never played my opponent, he has to forfeit because he doesn't have the time to play before the deadline. He never had a fair chance to beat me and advance onwards, so I feel cheated of a fair fight.
He knew a woman, who sat down at the table and immediately asked if I had taken Heat Transfer [a qualified and much thankful NO! to that]...and I found out she was in my stress analysis class last term, and I asked how she had done.
Well, she was one of the 45% of the people who dropped out because it got insanely hard to the point that she would wake up, work on stress all day, and go to bed. Thankfully she didn't have Rencis, because they had it a bit worse than us, though they didn't have to get up quite so early, and should have been coherent by class time. Speaking about Stress Analysis, Claudio and I were talking about it the other day, and C told me that he and Rencis were talking and Rencis has said that the course had too much information to be absorbed, and that if he were an undergraduate, he probably wouldn't pass the course.
When I got back to the apartment, Emily^2 were gone, and it was time for me [under much compulsion and duress] to uninstall and reinstall all things Rainbow Six. So I did so. And then much glee was had by all as I did much better tonight. I put all sorts of painful hurt on Russ during adversarial mode. Bastard cornered me in some town, with him on the high ground, so I sat and waited, while under constant fire, for the perfect shot. And he was giggling like a retarded monkey that didn't quite yet understand "patty-cake", and strafing back and forth. I gently squeezed the trigger, and a puff of red exploded from where his throat SHOULD have been.
It's a great thing when you drop a grenade down a hole and hear him go: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
After that, it was good ole' Red vs. Blue time! "No, no, it's just some sort of fuzzy pulsating thing". "I hated you. I always hated you the most." "I know, now hurry up and die, you prick!". "Ok! Hugggh....unnnnggh...."
EPISODE 23!!!!! YES!!!
So, I woke up today, managed to not smash my head against the ceiling, was able to slide out of bed without falling on my keister, and then actually watched good anime. That goes against everything I stand for. I have you Naruto. And Read or Die. Can't help but watch it. Must use some sort of new-fangled uber-liminal messaging systems or some shit like that. It held me memorized for about three hours. I'm even starting to like shows with names like "Prince of Tennis" [which is about a kid who plays tennis, by the way].
And then it was sufficiency time, and I cracked open a HUMONGOUS book about the Eastern front during WWII...didn't get a whole lot of information, but I don't need much, anyways. Got promptly embarrassed when I went downstairs to get some water in only my boxers, and there were two young women in the apartment. I should really remember to put my pants on BEFORE I go outside the room.
Aye, then I got hungry, so I got dressed, and went to DAKA. And tonight was my lucky night. Not only did they have corned beef...they had some sort of sausage ravioli in bechamel sauce and some weird veggie mix along with potatoes with bacon bits literally glued to them. Was reading A Storm of Swords at the part where Davos is saying how retarded Stannis is for being a teamkilling fucktard, when Ser Allister is being a whiny ass bitch. Then I heard my name, looked up, and saw Dr. Jackal waving me over to his table. So I sit down, and we talk about the billiards tourney for a bit...evidently he won his opening match, 2-0, and is looking forward to his next one.
Unfortunately, I am advancing to the next round. I wouldn't be disappointed by this [seeing how the goal is to WIN], except that I never played my opponent, he has to forfeit because he doesn't have the time to play before the deadline. He never had a fair chance to beat me and advance onwards, so I feel cheated of a fair fight.
He knew a woman, who sat down at the table and immediately asked if I had taken Heat Transfer [a qualified and much thankful NO! to that]...and I found out she was in my stress analysis class last term, and I asked how she had done.
Well, she was one of the 45% of the people who dropped out because it got insanely hard to the point that she would wake up, work on stress all day, and go to bed. Thankfully she didn't have Rencis, because they had it a bit worse than us, though they didn't have to get up quite so early, and should have been coherent by class time. Speaking about Stress Analysis, Claudio and I were talking about it the other day, and C told me that he and Rencis were talking and Rencis has said that the course had too much information to be absorbed, and that if he were an undergraduate, he probably wouldn't pass the course.
When I got back to the apartment, Emily^2 were gone, and it was time for me [under much compulsion and duress] to uninstall and reinstall all things Rainbow Six. So I did so. And then much glee was had by all as I did much better tonight. I put all sorts of painful hurt on Russ during adversarial mode. Bastard cornered me in some town, with him on the high ground, so I sat and waited, while under constant fire, for the perfect shot. And he was giggling like a retarded monkey that didn't quite yet understand "patty-cake", and strafing back and forth. I gently squeezed the trigger, and a puff of red exploded from where his throat SHOULD have been.
It's a great thing when you drop a grenade down a hole and hear him go: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
After that, it was good ole' Red vs. Blue time! "No, no, it's just some sort of fuzzy pulsating thing". "I hated you. I always hated you the most." "I know, now hurry up and die, you prick!". "Ok! Hugggh....unnnnggh...."
EPISODE 23!!!!! YES!!!
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