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Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Ok, all that I said earlier was bullshit. Today was in fact a good day. Went out for a couple walks in the rain, enjoyed every minute of it. Relaxed for quite a bit (too much, really).
Tomorrow is going to be a grueling day...a dynamics lecture, geology exam, statistics lecture, 2 days worth of dynamics to make up, geology homework, and statistics homework. Then, on top of that, I have to set up my course schedule for next year. Good news though: billiards tourney!!! Bring it on.
Now, if y'all could do me a favor and buzz off, it'd be much appreciated. Sante, mes copains.
Edit: Yes, I'm back again. I'm crazy, I'm HYPER, but hell, don't y'all love me for it?
Anyways, just finished the first round of studying for geology. Thinking about doing Tuesday's dynamics as a break from it, then come back and quiz myself. Then sleep. I am in desparate need of sleep. Can't remember the last time I actually got a good night's rest. And we're only a third of the way through the term. Oh well, such is life.
I've got so much to write in here. Lots of stuff. Don't have the time to put it in here. Also, some people have heard it, and I don't want to be repetitive. You know, repeat myself. Going back over things again. Tell the story twice. Kill two birds with one stone. Oh...sorta like that...yeah...
Things to do: train for X-Country, get back into martial arts (so close to getting my goal...), get my driver's license (should get it within a month of the end of school, hopefully), sleep (always good). Also, I feel the need to spend like a week roughing it, camping in a forest. Hopefully we will NOT trespass onto Federal property this time (having a loaded weapon pointed at you is quite scary indeed, as the story goes).
Oh, right. I forgot, the ultimate goal: get kicked out of FOUR Brookestones in a SINGLE day!!! OOH-RAH!
Tomorrow is going to be a grueling day...a dynamics lecture, geology exam, statistics lecture, 2 days worth of dynamics to make up, geology homework, and statistics homework. Then, on top of that, I have to set up my course schedule for next year. Good news though: billiards tourney!!! Bring it on.
Now, if y'all could do me a favor and buzz off, it'd be much appreciated. Sante, mes copains.
Edit: Yes, I'm back again. I'm crazy, I'm HYPER, but hell, don't y'all love me for it?
Anyways, just finished the first round of studying for geology. Thinking about doing Tuesday's dynamics as a break from it, then come back and quiz myself. Then sleep. I am in desparate need of sleep. Can't remember the last time I actually got a good night's rest. And we're only a third of the way through the term. Oh well, such is life.
I've got so much to write in here. Lots of stuff. Don't have the time to put it in here. Also, some people have heard it, and I don't want to be repetitive. You know, repeat myself. Going back over things again. Tell the story twice. Kill two birds with one stone. Oh...sorta like that...yeah...
Things to do: train for X-Country, get back into martial arts (so close to getting my goal...), get my driver's license (should get it within a month of the end of school, hopefully), sleep (always good). Also, I feel the need to spend like a week roughing it, camping in a forest. Hopefully we will NOT trespass onto Federal property this time (having a loaded weapon pointed at you is quite scary indeed, as the story goes).
Oh, right. I forgot, the ultimate goal: get kicked out of FOUR Brookestones in a SINGLE day!!! OOH-RAH!
Today has not been a good day. First, it started off at 8:30. This doesn't bother me, but it's icing on the cake, if you get my meaning.
Trudged off to Geology lab, and it ended up being a 2 hour lecture of shit I learned in the Boy Scouts...skills EVERYONE should know by the age of 15-16...aka reading a compass...reading and understanding topographic maps...shit like that. So I think I dozed off a few times...not only because I knew the stuff, but also because the guy's boring as hell. I'm starting to wish I had taken a second chemistry course instead. At least then I wouldn't be bored all fucking day. Today could have been really embarrassing, had I cared. I was using the stereograph the wrong way, and instead of anyone telling me, they decided to laugh it up. Which prompted me to re-read how to use it correctly. Shit happens, oh well.
Statistics lab didn't go all that much better. The past two weren't bad at all. You know, you go in, you do stuff, you answer questions, you come out. Today's was pure drudgery. Did three labs, then answered a fuckload of questions on them.
Doesn't seem much to feel bad about, I'll agree. I guess you just have to be there to understand. Not just today, but every day.
I'm happy it's raining out. Makes me feel a little bit better.
And in about five minutes, I'm heading out to go study for the Geology exam. Then Dynamics work.
Blah...
I don't know how late I'm going to get back (hopefully by midnight...but I'm not sure). If it's important, please call my cell phone. Well, even if it's not important.
Il fait mal, mais je suis heureux!
Edit: study partner didn't show up. Call from my parents perked me up a bit. Walk in the rain made me feel alot better. Now that I'm back inside it goes to "blah" because now I actually do have to do work.
Trudged off to Geology lab, and it ended up being a 2 hour lecture of shit I learned in the Boy Scouts...skills EVERYONE should know by the age of 15-16...aka reading a compass...reading and understanding topographic maps...shit like that. So I think I dozed off a few times...not only because I knew the stuff, but also because the guy's boring as hell. I'm starting to wish I had taken a second chemistry course instead. At least then I wouldn't be bored all fucking day. Today could have been really embarrassing, had I cared. I was using the stereograph the wrong way, and instead of anyone telling me, they decided to laugh it up. Which prompted me to re-read how to use it correctly. Shit happens, oh well.
Statistics lab didn't go all that much better. The past two weren't bad at all. You know, you go in, you do stuff, you answer questions, you come out. Today's was pure drudgery. Did three labs, then answered a fuckload of questions on them.
Doesn't seem much to feel bad about, I'll agree. I guess you just have to be there to understand. Not just today, but every day.
I'm happy it's raining out. Makes me feel a little bit better.
And in about five minutes, I'm heading out to go study for the Geology exam. Then Dynamics work.
Blah...
I don't know how late I'm going to get back (hopefully by midnight...but I'm not sure). If it's important, please call my cell phone. Well, even if it's not important.
Il fait mal, mais je suis heureux!
Edit: study partner didn't show up. Call from my parents perked me up a bit. Walk in the rain made me feel alot better. Now that I'm back inside it goes to "blah" because now I actually do have to do work.
"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Aye, and it hurts, too. I feel really wound up and uptight right now. I guess "down" is a good way to describe how I'm doing. Watched a comedy, but that didn't really help. Blah.
And to compound feeling bad, I missed doing my Dynamics work for tonight...meaning double Dynamics tomorrow. I guess I shouldn't complain, because it is my fault, but it just bothers me a bit. Maybe it will help me feel better? Ugh...just feel sick...
But I'm glad my roommates stuck around tonight and we shot the bull and made fun of each other...and it made skipping Dynamics almost worth it. I did get to study for Geology a bit. That's going to be an insane exam. Russ didn't sign up for the tournament on Thursday. Oh well. Guess we're going to have to duke it out for bragging rights the old fashioned way...we forgot the old score, so we started anew, and I've got an unconvincing lead of 4 games to 3.
"When the going gets tough, the tough get going." -- time to invent myself some toughness and come out swinging.
It's been a long day...good night, and fare ye well.
Aye, and it hurts, too. I feel really wound up and uptight right now. I guess "down" is a good way to describe how I'm doing. Watched a comedy, but that didn't really help. Blah.
And to compound feeling bad, I missed doing my Dynamics work for tonight...meaning double Dynamics tomorrow. I guess I shouldn't complain, because it is my fault, but it just bothers me a bit. Maybe it will help me feel better? Ugh...just feel sick...
But I'm glad my roommates stuck around tonight and we shot the bull and made fun of each other...and it made skipping Dynamics almost worth it. I did get to study for Geology a bit. That's going to be an insane exam. Russ didn't sign up for the tournament on Thursday. Oh well. Guess we're going to have to duke it out for bragging rights the old fashioned way...we forgot the old score, so we started anew, and I've got an unconvincing lead of 4 games to 3.
"When the going gets tough, the tough get going." -- time to invent myself some toughness and come out swinging.
It's been a long day...good night, and fare ye well.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Can't keep staying up late like that...it's not good for me.
Ok, time to be late for Dynamics. (Came in as he was showing us how to derive some weird formula we learned last year...and then derived stuff we did on our homework a week ago...so I'm assuming that I didn't miss anything important). Third Note: Damnit. I can't just put random shit in my Blog anymore. I'm thinking about saying "fuck it--it's my Blog, and I'm going to put whatever is on my mind in here, whether people like it or not!"...then there's this little voice in the back of my head going "But think of the children!". Ok, I just reread this paragraph, and it makes almost no sense at all. I LOVE IT! I wish I would make that much sense all the time! Anyways, largish update due sooner or later, probably within a couple days.
Second Note: Might postpone running for an additional week...hip started acting up again. I'd like to avoid going through an MRI. Sure, it wasn't bad, but it isn't the way I like to enjoy Saturday mornings. Or any morning, come to think of it.
Note: Geology sucks. Nap time. Then I need to do laundry...I'm wearing my last clean clothes. I had planned on doing it the other day, but things got hectic, and I haven't had a chance to do it since.
Edit: Alright. So far as I know I'm working on a corvette this weekend.
Just got off the phone with my father, and he asked how my hip was, and I said it had been sore...and he said "well maybe you should pick up something else to do instead"...
I love to run for fun. I hate racing. I'm tired of being a sucky runner. Time to work my ass off and prove that I can be an integral part of the team. It's sort of embarrassing to be at the tail end sometimes. It's a place to start though. My plan is to start running again on Thursday, but start out with low mileage. That's going to be frustrating as all hell. Anyways, back to tending the farm...
Griff: "There's no time to explain! Just bring the flag back to base and I'll explain everything there!"
Donut: "Hrhmph! Grrr! FINE!"
...
Griff: "Back to OUR base, dumbass!"
Ok, time to be late for Dynamics. (Came in as he was showing us how to derive some weird formula we learned last year...and then derived stuff we did on our homework a week ago...so I'm assuming that I didn't miss anything important). Third Note: Damnit. I can't just put random shit in my Blog anymore. I'm thinking about saying "fuck it--it's my Blog, and I'm going to put whatever is on my mind in here, whether people like it or not!"...then there's this little voice in the back of my head going "But think of the children!". Ok, I just reread this paragraph, and it makes almost no sense at all. I LOVE IT! I wish I would make that much sense all the time! Anyways, largish update due sooner or later, probably within a couple days.
Second Note: Might postpone running for an additional week...hip started acting up again. I'd like to avoid going through an MRI. Sure, it wasn't bad, but it isn't the way I like to enjoy Saturday mornings. Or any morning, come to think of it.
Note: Geology sucks. Nap time. Then I need to do laundry...I'm wearing my last clean clothes. I had planned on doing it the other day, but things got hectic, and I haven't had a chance to do it since.
Edit: Alright. So far as I know I'm working on a corvette this weekend.
Just got off the phone with my father, and he asked how my hip was, and I said it had been sore...and he said "well maybe you should pick up something else to do instead"...
I love to run for fun. I hate racing. I'm tired of being a sucky runner. Time to work my ass off and prove that I can be an integral part of the team. It's sort of embarrassing to be at the tail end sometimes. It's a place to start though. My plan is to start running again on Thursday, but start out with low mileage. That's going to be frustrating as all hell. Anyways, back to tending the farm...
Griff: "There's no time to explain! Just bring the flag back to base and I'll explain everything there!"
Donut: "Hrhmph! Grrr! FINE!"
...
Griff: "Back to OUR base, dumbass!"
Monday, March 29, 2004
Sorry for keeping you up so late last night, Lexan. You never cease to amaze me. Like your ability to function without sleep. I think "wow" says it all on that one.
You are a white dragon, pure and noble, you would
help humans if they desprately need you. YOu
are kind and wise with a heart of gold.
Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
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Cead Mile Failte!
Just got in. Worked on Dynamics until about 7ish, then went to work the billiard tables (again). Did horrible. Did learn how to make the ball curve in weird ways, though. Then I hung around with friends for a few hours. I am the pimpmaster. Oh yeah baby. Not really. Long story though.
Do I come off as gay? I mean, more men have given me attention than women. Now, that's a big problem. Big, big problem. See, I am not gay. Women are good. Only if they'd be more interested in me than other men. This is scary. I have such bad luck. Oh well.
Anyways, I've got statistics homework to do for tomorrow's lecture. Bah.
Buzz the hell off.
Right. Forgot to talk about this weekend. Probably going to head down to Danbury, CT, and help work on Russ's '64 Corvette. Here is a short list of what needs to be done:
1. strip the paint off, down to fiberglass
2. re-install brakes
3. fix transmission
4. take out the engine, and bore the piston diamaters up a bit...meaning we'll have to install new pistons--the car is already has 5.83 liter engine rated at 350 HP
5. re-chrome all the parts
6. re-paint the body
7. LOTS and LOTS of electrical work.
8. put the interior back in at some point
I had really hoped that he would be wanting to put in a turbo...it's a stock 350 HP...with a few pounds of boost, and a tuneup, we're talking 650+ HP *drool*.
9. Right. Forgot that we'd have to put the engine back in. That's pretty important, isn't it?
Now I'm really going. Good night.
You are a white dragon, pure and noble, you would
help humans if they desprately need you. YOu
are kind and wise with a heart of gold.
Which Dragon resides in your soul? (cool pictures!)
brought to you by Quizilla
Cead Mile Failte!
Just got in. Worked on Dynamics until about 7ish, then went to work the billiard tables (again). Did horrible. Did learn how to make the ball curve in weird ways, though. Then I hung around with friends for a few hours. I am the pimpmaster. Oh yeah baby. Not really. Long story though.
Do I come off as gay? I mean, more men have given me attention than women. Now, that's a big problem. Big, big problem. See, I am not gay. Women are good. Only if they'd be more interested in me than other men. This is scary. I have such bad luck. Oh well.
Anyways, I've got statistics homework to do for tomorrow's lecture. Bah.
Buzz the hell off.
Right. Forgot to talk about this weekend. Probably going to head down to Danbury, CT, and help work on Russ's '64 Corvette. Here is a short list of what needs to be done:
1. strip the paint off, down to fiberglass
2. re-install brakes
3. fix transmission
4. take out the engine, and bore the piston diamaters up a bit...meaning we'll have to install new pistons--the car is already has 5.83 liter engine rated at 350 HP
5. re-chrome all the parts
6. re-paint the body
7. LOTS and LOTS of electrical work.
8. put the interior back in at some point
I had really hoped that he would be wanting to put in a turbo...it's a stock 350 HP...with a few pounds of boost, and a tuneup, we're talking 650+ HP *drool*.
9. Right. Forgot that we'd have to put the engine back in. That's pretty important, isn't it?
Now I'm really going. Good night.
I loved my TA's reaction when he saw the exam we took this morning for Dynamics:
"FUCK! This would have taken me three hours!"
And then the other section (different professor) had this wicked easy exam! Ah well, some people have all the luck.
Hunter also wasn't able to finish the exam, so I feel a little bit secure in my knowledge of the material. The help session was good, and I didn't get bored at all, like I did the last time.
Alright, time to go play some pool and relax!
"FUCK! This would have taken me three hours!"
And then the other section (different professor) had this wicked easy exam! Ah well, some people have all the luck.
Hunter also wasn't able to finish the exam, so I feel a little bit secure in my knowledge of the material. The help session was good, and I didn't get bored at all, like I did the last time.
Alright, time to go play some pool and relax!
That sucked. He tricked us. First 4 problems were wicked easy, but time consuming (he wanted us to derive every single equation we used).
Then he nails us with two ass-hard problems. Almost worthy of being in Stress Analysis. If it were homework, I would have used TKSolver to do it. And I didn't have much time left because the first 4 problems took up a large chunk of it. I quickly scribbled down the exact way to solve for #5. Didn't even get to #6. Fuck. Had 3 unknowns to solve for...but only 2 equations.
Messed up that exam. Not too worried about it. It's over and done with...can't really worry about it now. Sure, I fucked up. I always do, in everything, in some way shape or form. But the key is to learn from the mistakes. That way I won't be retarded the second time around.
My hip doesn't hurt anymore when I walk or go up/down stairs. I'm still going to lay off of it for a few days, then start off at low mileage, and work my way up. I need to be careful not to overtrain...I just don't want to suck come cross country season.
And my brain hurts. So I'm going to catch a nap until noon or so.
Then he nails us with two ass-hard problems. Almost worthy of being in Stress Analysis. If it were homework, I would have used TKSolver to do it. And I didn't have much time left because the first 4 problems took up a large chunk of it. I quickly scribbled down the exact way to solve for #5. Didn't even get to #6. Fuck. Had 3 unknowns to solve for...but only 2 equations.
Messed up that exam. Not too worried about it. It's over and done with...can't really worry about it now. Sure, I fucked up. I always do, in everything, in some way shape or form. But the key is to learn from the mistakes. That way I won't be retarded the second time around.
My hip doesn't hurt anymore when I walk or go up/down stairs. I'm still going to lay off of it for a few days, then start off at low mileage, and work my way up. I need to be careful not to overtrain...I just don't want to suck come cross country season.
And my brain hurts. So I'm going to catch a nap until noon or so.
Completely blew everyone off for about a half hour or forty five minutes tonight when I was talking to Russ...about cars. You know, turbos and how to get them with wicked amounts of horsepower.
If all goes to plan, I should be heading down to CT this weekend to work on his car with him and his cousin.
I also learned we're doing the electrical work the old fashioned way--trial *ZAP!* and error. Only a few volts though...shouldn't kill us...hopefully, that is. I've been shocked before, and have no wish to repeat those experiences. I hate wall sockets.
The plan is to leave sometime Friday, get there at about 5ish and work on the car that night, and work all day into the night on Saturday, and head back to WPI Sunday morning. If we're lucky, we might put in 20 hours of work.
Now it's time for sleep. Tu a lu a loo rah!
If all goes to plan, I should be heading down to CT this weekend to work on his car with him and his cousin.
I also learned we're doing the electrical work the old fashioned way--trial *ZAP!* and error. Only a few volts though...shouldn't kill us...hopefully, that is. I've been shocked before, and have no wish to repeat those experiences. I hate wall sockets.
The plan is to leave sometime Friday, get there at about 5ish and work on the car that night, and work all day into the night on Saturday, and head back to WPI Sunday morning. If we're lucky, we might put in 20 hours of work.
Now it's time for sleep. Tu a lu a loo rah!
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Alright. Long week. I'll post the highlights.
As usual, Dynamics comes in at the #1 spot. Desparately attempting to figure shit out for this course. Though it's not as bad as Stress Analysis...yet. Geology exam on Thursday covers 47 pages of notes verbatim. That's alot of information to memorize. Now that the academic bitching is over, let's go with the social side of things:
I've been playing pool a bit. Waiting for my next chance to challenge Dr. Jackal (Richard) to a game. Played Russ a bit, still winning our competition. Finally told Janine that I liked her, don't know what's happening there, not a clue. On good terms with Owen and Bill again. Let's see...played MAX with Russ a little. And I don't know if doing homework while watching a movie with Russ is considered a social activity [that's pretty much what I do all day every day...homework + movie]. I'd go running, but I fucked up my hip again, and I'm going to give it a week's rest or so before putting it through a workout. Doesn't keep my from lifting, though. I missed the poker tourney today, but that's ok. Went to a concert last night, and a frat party. And was like the only sober person there. And was asked a very loaded question.
I'm in a pretty shitty mood right now. Between being wicked tired, overloaded with work that needs to get done, and just my own personal musings and thoughts, I am not feeling well at all. I'd like to talk about it, but I'd rather not bitch your ears off.
Off to the fucking wonderful world of Dynamics! While listening to DKM! See? All bad things have something on the upside!
Now buzz off. Work needs doing.
Edit: Damned razors.
As usual, Dynamics comes in at the #1 spot. Desparately attempting to figure shit out for this course. Though it's not as bad as Stress Analysis...yet. Geology exam on Thursday covers 47 pages of notes verbatim. That's alot of information to memorize. Now that the academic bitching is over, let's go with the social side of things:
I've been playing pool a bit. Waiting for my next chance to challenge Dr. Jackal (Richard) to a game. Played Russ a bit, still winning our competition. Finally told Janine that I liked her, don't know what's happening there, not a clue. On good terms with Owen and Bill again. Let's see...played MAX with Russ a little. And I don't know if doing homework while watching a movie with Russ is considered a social activity [that's pretty much what I do all day every day...homework + movie]. I'd go running, but I fucked up my hip again, and I'm going to give it a week's rest or so before putting it through a workout. Doesn't keep my from lifting, though. I missed the poker tourney today, but that's ok. Went to a concert last night, and a frat party. And was like the only sober person there. And was asked a very loaded question.
I'm in a pretty shitty mood right now. Between being wicked tired, overloaded with work that needs to get done, and just my own personal musings and thoughts, I am not feeling well at all. I'd like to talk about it, but I'd rather not bitch your ears off.
Off to the fucking wonderful world of Dynamics! While listening to DKM! See? All bad things have something on the upside!
Now buzz off. Work needs doing.
Edit: Damned razors.
Alright. Long week. I'll post the highlights.
As usual, Dynamics comes in at the #1 spot. Desparately attempting to figure shit out for this course. Though it's not as bad as Stress Analysis...yet. Geology exam on Thursday covers 47 pages of notes verbatim. That's alot of information to memorize. Now that the academic bitching is over, let's go with the social side of things:
I've been playing pool a bit. Waiting for my next chance to challenge Dr. Jackal (Richard) to a game. Played Russ a bit, still winning our competition. Finally told Janine that I liked her, don't know what's happening there, not a clue. On good terms with Owen and Bill again. Let's see...played MAX with Russ a little. And I don't know if doing homework while watching a movie with Russ is considered a social activity. I missed the poker tourney today, but that's ok. Went to a concert last night, and a frat party.
I'm in a pretty shitty mood right now. Between being wicked tired, overloaded with work that needs to get done, and just my own personal musings and thoughts, I am not feeling well at all. I'd like to talk about it, but I'd rather not bitch your ears off.
Off to the fucking wonderful world of Dynamics! While listening to DKM! See? All bad things have something on the upside!
As usual, Dynamics comes in at the #1 spot. Desparately attempting to figure shit out for this course. Though it's not as bad as Stress Analysis...yet. Geology exam on Thursday covers 47 pages of notes verbatim. That's alot of information to memorize. Now that the academic bitching is over, let's go with the social side of things:
I've been playing pool a bit. Waiting for my next chance to challenge Dr. Jackal (Richard) to a game. Played Russ a bit, still winning our competition. Finally told Janine that I liked her, don't know what's happening there, not a clue. On good terms with Owen and Bill again. Let's see...played MAX with Russ a little. And I don't know if doing homework while watching a movie with Russ is considered a social activity. I missed the poker tourney today, but that's ok. Went to a concert last night, and a frat party.
I'm in a pretty shitty mood right now. Between being wicked tired, overloaded with work that needs to get done, and just my own personal musings and thoughts, I am not feeling well at all. I'd like to talk about it, but I'd rather not bitch your ears off.
Off to the fucking wonderful world of Dynamics! While listening to DKM! See? All bad things have something on the upside!
First off, I would like to extend congratulations to Team 69 HYPER and their alliance pairing for their victory in LA! For HYPER, that's 2 regionals they've won this year...will they now let us go to Atlanta for the nationals? Probably not. I wish I had been in LA.
Now, this is going to be a massive post, probably. The only reason I'm going to type it up is because I don't want to study for Dynamics.
Got picked up last night and went out to eat at Cactus Pete's. Good burgers, good fries. Sorta like the Texas Roadhouse, except you don't get to throw peanuts all over the floor. Then it was off to pick people up at Assumption, then to haul ass back to WPI. The line to get into Harrington was obscene. First up was Violet Nine...they'd start off really well, but the rest of their songs would suck. Avery was alright...nothing special. Eve6 was much better, but my ears hurt like hell because we were really close to the speakers. They're still ringing. Eve6 is sort of punkish, but no so much like DKM.
Anyways, my cousins somehow convinced them to party with them, so we all lugged out way back to Assumption, where they were pissed about there being no alcohol. By this point, most of them were all piss drunk and were being assholes. One of 'em said I have sexy eyes and eyelashes. Another put his arm around me (he would later kiss another young gentleman on the head). Nearly lost it and almost smacked whichever one is blond, for being a complete fucktard. One of them started fucking smoking a clove in Peggy's room. I got one whiff of the smoke and I had to go fucking puke. So I got to see Cactus Pete's a second time, this time, not quite as tasty.
Then we go back to WPI to the party at LCA. Got in without a problem, despite being a guy, and promptly went to the bar and grabbed myself a Coke. Yes, I know. It's lame. I hate beer. Now, if they were doing shots...different story. So Eve6 was at LCA. Rock on. Evidently the more drunk they get, the less of an asshole they are. Only two of them weren't assholes at all that night. I still had sexy eyes at the end of the night. I guess that's something. Grabbed a second coke, and maybe a third.
Went downstairs to watch the beirut action (NOT BEER PONG), and was invited to play. As I said, I hate beer, so I grabbed someone to play for me. Ye is fucking insane at beirut. Then the people I was with earlier came down and watched. Got asked if I like Amanda, who then tried to punch the person who asked me. Then saw people try to table dance...keyword is "try". Sometime before that they had gone out to smoke pot, which I wanted no part of.
And so, by the end of the party, everyone knows me as the hardass who doesn't drink (beer sucks), doesn't smoke, and probably is the nerd that never has any fun. It's not cool being known as the hardass. It definitely didn't help that I was wicked tired at the end of the concert. By the time we got back to LCA I was not really "with it". And by the time we left (at about quarter of six) in the morning...fuck...I barely was able to get back up the hill to Fuller 15 and sack out.
Yeah, and got my cousins pissed at me, for being no fun, or being an ass, don't know which one. Wonderful.
I'm Coat #46.
Now for food and massive amounts of studying for Dynamics.
Now, this is going to be a massive post, probably. The only reason I'm going to type it up is because I don't want to study for Dynamics.
Got picked up last night and went out to eat at Cactus Pete's. Good burgers, good fries. Sorta like the Texas Roadhouse, except you don't get to throw peanuts all over the floor. Then it was off to pick people up at Assumption, then to haul ass back to WPI. The line to get into Harrington was obscene. First up was Violet Nine...they'd start off really well, but the rest of their songs would suck. Avery was alright...nothing special. Eve6 was much better, but my ears hurt like hell because we were really close to the speakers. They're still ringing. Eve6 is sort of punkish, but no so much like DKM.
Anyways, my cousins somehow convinced them to party with them, so we all lugged out way back to Assumption, where they were pissed about there being no alcohol. By this point, most of them were all piss drunk and were being assholes. One of 'em said I have sexy eyes and eyelashes. Another put his arm around me (he would later kiss another young gentleman on the head). Nearly lost it and almost smacked whichever one is blond, for being a complete fucktard. One of them started fucking smoking a clove in Peggy's room. I got one whiff of the smoke and I had to go fucking puke. So I got to see Cactus Pete's a second time, this time, not quite as tasty.
Then we go back to WPI to the party at LCA. Got in without a problem, despite being a guy, and promptly went to the bar and grabbed myself a Coke. Yes, I know. It's lame. I hate beer. Now, if they were doing shots...different story. So Eve6 was at LCA. Rock on. Evidently the more drunk they get, the less of an asshole they are. Only two of them weren't assholes at all that night. I still had sexy eyes at the end of the night. I guess that's something. Grabbed a second coke, and maybe a third.
Went downstairs to watch the beirut action (NOT BEER PONG), and was invited to play. As I said, I hate beer, so I grabbed someone to play for me. Ye is fucking insane at beirut. Then the people I was with earlier came down and watched. Got asked if I like Amanda, who then tried to punch the person who asked me. Then saw people try to table dance...keyword is "try". Sometime before that they had gone out to smoke pot, which I wanted no part of.
And so, by the end of the party, everyone knows me as the hardass who doesn't drink (beer sucks), doesn't smoke, and probably is the nerd that never has any fun. It's not cool being known as the hardass. It definitely didn't help that I was wicked tired at the end of the concert. By the time we got back to LCA I was not really "with it". And by the time we left (at about quarter of six) in the morning...fuck...I barely was able to get back up the hill to Fuller 15 and sack out.
Yeah, and got my cousins pissed at me, for being no fun, or being an ass, don't know which one. Wonderful.
I'm Coat #46.
Now for food and massive amounts of studying for Dynamics.
Saturday, March 27, 2004
DISCLAIMER: If anything seems retarded or nonsensical, I am extremely tired. Just finished up a NeverWinter Nights marathon, after a few hours of pool. I'm pooped.
I will not be able to run today, and most likely tomorrow as well, due to severe pain in my hip. I have repeatedly injured my hip and legs while running. I've started to develop stress fractures there on several occasions (they heal with time), and I've fucked up my IT band a couple times. Anything to do with moving my right leg is pretty painful right now...sort of like someone taking a blunt knife and ramming it in nice and tight, then twisting it, just for good measure. Sometimes there's this grating feeling there. Way to go, Matt! You're like a Super Hero of Retardo World!
But, on the bright side, that means I have that much more time to play billiards. I like billiards. It gives me something idle to do while thinking about things in life.
Anyways, I've just finished the night off, and will be heading to grab some rest soon. I need to get up, pull Dynamics out of my ass (the answers, at least), do my laundry, and get everything done before the Eve6 concert.
And I'll have to find time tomorrow to get everyone up to speed with everything I've done this week--you've heard about my academic week and some stuff about billiards, might as well hear "the rest of the story".
Bon nuit, mes amis, et j'espere que vous n'aurez pas blesser, et que vous etes toute le monde seulement heureux le plus de temps. Au revoir, et sante.
I will not be able to run today, and most likely tomorrow as well, due to severe pain in my hip. I have repeatedly injured my hip and legs while running. I've started to develop stress fractures there on several occasions (they heal with time), and I've fucked up my IT band a couple times. Anything to do with moving my right leg is pretty painful right now...sort of like someone taking a blunt knife and ramming it in nice and tight, then twisting it, just for good measure. Sometimes there's this grating feeling there. Way to go, Matt! You're like a Super Hero of Retardo World!
But, on the bright side, that means I have that much more time to play billiards. I like billiards. It gives me something idle to do while thinking about things in life.
Anyways, I've just finished the night off, and will be heading to grab some rest soon. I need to get up, pull Dynamics out of my ass (the answers, at least), do my laundry, and get everything done before the Eve6 concert.
And I'll have to find time tomorrow to get everyone up to speed with everything I've done this week--you've heard about my academic week and some stuff about billiards, might as well hear "the rest of the story".
Bon nuit, mes amis, et j'espere que vous n'aurez pas blesser, et que vous etes toute le monde seulement heureux le plus de temps. Au revoir, et sante.
Friday, March 26, 2004
Please forgive my last post...was on a massive adrenaline rush...you know, the ones that make you feel like crushing and mashing things (in a good way).
Alright. Quick update before I shower (not cooled down enough yet).
Went running at about 2:40...I was sort of hoping to jump into a game of Ultimate Frisbee, but there wasn't an organized match on the Quad (highly unusual), just about twenty people throwing a few frisbees around. Stretched out, then went for about a 5 mile run, at a relaxed pace. On a day like today a "relaxed pace" is still hell to go through. Almost collapsed before the big hill. Stopped sweating a few minutes later (BAD BAD BAD sign). Felt like evacuating my stomach (aka throwing up) all over the place. When I finished, I felt like a pile of shit. Ended the day with 4 x 50 strides and 2 x 25 butt kicks (yes, I can literally kick my own ass...pretty impressive, no?). Then I headed off to the weight room for pull-ups and a quick but rough abdominal workout.
But right now I feel good. I fucking demolished that run. Had to work really frickin' hard, but I made it. Never give up! Never surrender! I'm also in the midst of an oxygen high. I have feeling in my fingers and toes again.
And now to feast--my parents are picking me up and bringing me out to supper in a little while.
I wish I could go to that FIRST meeting tonight. At least there I could show my 1337 skillz off at bowling (or rather, my complete lack of skill...I call it a good night when I get a gutter ball half the time). It'd also be nice to socialize tonight...which I'm not gonna do here. I'm not big into those drinking parties. That's not socializing. That's getting drunk and being retarded. Hanging out with good friends is socializing and having fun. Instead of socializing with people from FIRST, I shall socialize with my roommates. I wonder if there's any vodka in the fridge.
Later all. Need to shower. Take good care and fare ye well.
Went running at about 2:40...I was sort of hoping to jump into a game of Ultimate Frisbee, but there wasn't an organized match on the Quad (highly unusual), just about twenty people throwing a few frisbees around. Stretched out, then went for about a 5 mile run, at a relaxed pace. On a day like today a "relaxed pace" is still hell to go through. Almost collapsed before the big hill. Stopped sweating a few minutes later (BAD BAD BAD sign). Felt like evacuating my stomach (aka throwing up) all over the place. When I finished, I felt like a pile of shit. Ended the day with 4 x 50 strides and 2 x 25 butt kicks (yes, I can literally kick my own ass...pretty impressive, no?). Then I headed off to the weight room for pull-ups and a quick but rough abdominal workout.
But right now I feel good. I fucking demolished that run. Had to work really frickin' hard, but I made it. Never give up! Never surrender! I'm also in the midst of an oxygen high. I have feeling in my fingers and toes again.
And now to feast--my parents are picking me up and bringing me out to supper in a little while.
I wish I could go to that FIRST meeting tonight. At least there I could show my 1337 skillz off at bowling (or rather, my complete lack of skill...I call it a good night when I get a gutter ball half the time). It'd also be nice to socialize tonight...which I'm not gonna do here. I'm not big into those drinking parties. That's not socializing. That's getting drunk and being retarded. Hanging out with good friends is socializing and having fun. Instead of socializing with people from FIRST, I shall socialize with my roommates. I wonder if there's any vodka in the fridge.
Later all. Need to shower. Take good care and fare ye well.
Alright, just got out of class. Mood's improved quite a bit...it's so damned beautiful out...I can't wait to get out there and run. But that'll have to wait until about 2:30...
Then I played pool with Chad and Marc. Came back. <-- Not going to expand upon this--bad pool day for me.
Didn't have any work that needed to be done, so I decided to catch up on Lexan's livejournal. Haven't read it in quite a while. I'm a WPI "buddy". Quotes included. The rest of her livejournal sort of scared me a bit. Despite what she says, it doesn't seem like she's ok. She's working on this major FIRST project. The scope of which just blows me away.
The rest of the day looks like walking into a wall, fall down the stairs, somehow make it to Statistics, sleep for an hour, walk back from Statistics. THEN RUNNING TIME. Then I've got to buckle down and do Dynamics homework. He threw the fucking book at us today. Five homework problems. Is he fucking mad? Well, should get us in tip-top shape for the exam on Monday, so at least it's not busy work.
Then I'm going to head out to supper with my parents. I had been considering going down to Windsor Locks, CT, afterwards, but that won't happen because I can't get a ride. So it looks like another evening of sticking with my roommates and playing Starcraft and other games like that. I wish I had my license. Damn my laziness. And dislike of driving...partially because of my record as a pedestrian (thank goodness they don't force people to pay for "Pedestrian Insurance"...mine would be through the fucking roof!).
The last time I was in Boston, I wasn't hit by a limousine! <-- I have bad luck with those fuckers. But I guess walking into a door made up for it.
Do svidanja! A bientot!
Then I played pool with Chad and Marc. Came back. <-- Not going to expand upon this--bad pool day for me.
Didn't have any work that needed to be done, so I decided to catch up on Lexan's livejournal. Haven't read it in quite a while. I'm a WPI "buddy". Quotes included. The rest of her livejournal sort of scared me a bit. Despite what she says, it doesn't seem like she's ok. She's working on this major FIRST project. The scope of which just blows me away.
The rest of the day looks like walking into a wall, fall down the stairs, somehow make it to Statistics, sleep for an hour, walk back from Statistics. THEN RUNNING TIME. Then I've got to buckle down and do Dynamics homework. He threw the fucking book at us today. Five homework problems. Is he fucking mad? Well, should get us in tip-top shape for the exam on Monday, so at least it's not busy work.
Then I'm going to head out to supper with my parents. I had been considering going down to Windsor Locks, CT, afterwards, but that won't happen because I can't get a ride. So it looks like another evening of sticking with my roommates and playing Starcraft and other games like that. I wish I had my license. Damn my laziness. And dislike of driving...partially because of my record as a pedestrian (thank goodness they don't force people to pay for "Pedestrian Insurance"...mine would be through the fucking roof!).
The last time I was in Boston, I wasn't hit by a limousine! <-- I have bad luck with those fuckers. But I guess walking into a door made up for it.
Do svidanja! A bientot!
Woke up. Feeling sick and depressed.
Reminds me of something from O'Connors (up on the wall outside the restroom):
There are two things to worry about in life: whether you are sick or if well.
If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about. If you are sick, there are two things to worry about: either you will get better or you will die.
If you get better, then there is nothing to worry about. If you dide: there are only two things to worry about: either you will go to Heaven or you will go to Hell.
If you go to Heaven, then there is nothing to worry about. If you go to hell, you'll be too damned busy shaking hands with friends that you won't have time to worry!
...Why Worry?
Needless to say, I'm worried.
Reminds me of something from O'Connors (up on the wall outside the restroom):
There are two things to worry about in life: whether you are sick or if well.
If you are well, then there is nothing to worry about. If you are sick, there are two things to worry about: either you will get better or you will die.
If you get better, then there is nothing to worry about. If you dide: there are only two things to worry about: either you will go to Heaven or you will go to Hell.
If you go to Heaven, then there is nothing to worry about. If you go to hell, you'll be too damned busy shaking hands with friends that you won't have time to worry!
...Why Worry?
Needless to say, I'm worried.
I feel like an asshole. I've been a little short with everyone tonight/this morning. Sorry.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Cead Mille Failte!
TOMORROW HAS A HIGH OF 60 DEGREE FAHRENHEIT!!! I can't wait to go running! Going to feel so good.
There is a proverb that is true about life: "Only the busy man can appreciate a break." Well, probably in more philosophical big words. You know, words with more than two syllables.
Scally cap? Check.
Wicked cool stuff? Check.
Weird underwear in the forbidden corner? Fuck. When the hell is someone going to buck up admit it's theirs? See, it's not mine, and my roommates swear that it's not theirs. Which brings up the very disturbing possibility that it could some random guy's underwear. That scares me. I think it's time I invested in an album cover. Check.
Insanity? Oh hell yeah. Can't live a day without it. CHECK!
Aye! This was what I did today! Woke up. Promptly reset my alarm and climbed back up into bed and slept. Unfortunately, I set it too early, and I was able to get up in time to get to Dynamics class today. Hooray for being confused! At least there were no huge derivations today. No need to have to launder yet ANOTHER pair of pants due to that class.
Then charged off into the world of Geology. And didn't fall asleep in lecture today! Asked professor to see the transparency he had on the overhead projector (I could have sworn one section had the word "Melange"--aka SPICE!...which it did), and then we talked about how the world is going to end because of a massive volcano eruption.
Finally got to play some billiards today. Faced off against Jonas, then Dan, then a young man whose name is pronounced "Wee". Had a respectable win percentage. Just one problem: I couldn't break without scratching...damnit! Later came back and faced off against Russ. We're toying with the idea of having to pay up $1 each time the other guy makes a bank shot.
And Owen is now watching X-Men II in fast forward mode...which is weird...but strangely enough, extremely entertaining.
Then I sat my ass down and worked on Dynamics, which took about a half hour today (he let us off light tonight, for some reason). I even got the correct answers! I was in shock! Ok, fine, I played Halo for a bit before doing Dynamics, but the important part is that I did do the homework.
Was going off to study Dynamics with Claudio, but I couldn't find him at the library. So I went to the Campus Center, grabbed some soup (OH THE HORROR), and did a couple extra problems for Dynamics. Caught up with Bob there, and scheduled some billiards action with him for tomorrow night.
Then I showered and shaved. Got rid of the hairy caveman look, for the smooth, suave, James Bond look. Oh yeah. I'm like James Bond...well, sort of. You see, Bond wasn't cool enough to have the mustache and goatee that I have (along with a couple of perfectly coordinated gashes). I wish they wouldn't make razor blades so darned sharp.
Chris: you've got to fix your Pants Party poll...everyone can just vote for themselves everytime they look at your Blog. Not that any of us exploit that or anything. No, not at all.
Then I went to the 10 PM mass at the Religious Center. There were six people, including Father Scanlon and myself.
Got back, and am now pseudo-talking to Ron and Lexan. Well, not really talking much, both conversations had sudden coronaries (was it the bacon pizza we baked? 2 lbs of it...mmm...bacon...never knew death could taste this good!). See, we like a little bit of pizza with our bacon. Oh well. Gave me time to argue about France, X-Treme basketball, and about how to calculate things for pulley systems. Well, I was going to do those things anyways, but there weren't any other distractions. Didn't get a chance to talk to Chris tonight...needed to show him something on NewGrounds. Should really say hi to Brian sometime in the near future. Ron: best of luck with your all-nighter...doesn't sound like much fun...save some coffee for me...I'm going to need it.
Topher's new nickname: Tophler. Don't ask. I have no clue why. It just is.
The first part of being a leader is knowing when to follow.
I wish I could fly. That would solve all my problems. I'd be at peace. Always carry forward, never back. Retreat is not an option. Press forward, and onward to the goal.
Well, no one's really talking to me anymore, and I do have class in the morning, so I think I'm going to call it a night and sack out for a while.
-----NOTE: I'm not actually insane. Trust me.-----
I feel sick.
TOMORROW HAS A HIGH OF 60 DEGREE FAHRENHEIT!!! I can't wait to go running! Going to feel so good.
There is a proverb that is true about life: "Only the busy man can appreciate a break." Well, probably in more philosophical big words. You know, words with more than two syllables.
Scally cap? Check.
Wicked cool stuff? Check.
Weird underwear in the forbidden corner? Fuck. When the hell is someone going to buck up admit it's theirs? See, it's not mine, and my roommates swear that it's not theirs. Which brings up the very disturbing possibility that it could some random guy's underwear. That scares me. I think it's time I invested in an album cover. Check.
Insanity? Oh hell yeah. Can't live a day without it. CHECK!
Aye! This was what I did today! Woke up. Promptly reset my alarm and climbed back up into bed and slept. Unfortunately, I set it too early, and I was able to get up in time to get to Dynamics class today. Hooray for being confused! At least there were no huge derivations today. No need to have to launder yet ANOTHER pair of pants due to that class.
Then charged off into the world of Geology. And didn't fall asleep in lecture today! Asked professor to see the transparency he had on the overhead projector (I could have sworn one section had the word "Melange"--aka SPICE!...which it did), and then we talked about how the world is going to end because of a massive volcano eruption.
Finally got to play some billiards today. Faced off against Jonas, then Dan, then a young man whose name is pronounced "Wee". Had a respectable win percentage. Just one problem: I couldn't break without scratching...damnit! Later came back and faced off against Russ. We're toying with the idea of having to pay up $1 each time the other guy makes a bank shot.
And Owen is now watching X-Men II in fast forward mode...which is weird...but strangely enough, extremely entertaining.
Then I sat my ass down and worked on Dynamics, which took about a half hour today (he let us off light tonight, for some reason). I even got the correct answers! I was in shock! Ok, fine, I played Halo for a bit before doing Dynamics, but the important part is that I did do the homework.
Was going off to study Dynamics with Claudio, but I couldn't find him at the library. So I went to the Campus Center, grabbed some soup (OH THE HORROR), and did a couple extra problems for Dynamics. Caught up with Bob there, and scheduled some billiards action with him for tomorrow night.
Then I showered and shaved. Got rid of the hairy caveman look, for the smooth, suave, James Bond look. Oh yeah. I'm like James Bond...well, sort of. You see, Bond wasn't cool enough to have the mustache and goatee that I have (along with a couple of perfectly coordinated gashes). I wish they wouldn't make razor blades so darned sharp.
Chris: you've got to fix your Pants Party poll...everyone can just vote for themselves everytime they look at your Blog. Not that any of us exploit that or anything. No, not at all.
Then I went to the 10 PM mass at the Religious Center. There were six people, including Father Scanlon and myself.
Got back, and am now pseudo-talking to Ron and Lexan. Well, not really talking much, both conversations had sudden coronaries (was it the bacon pizza we baked? 2 lbs of it...mmm...bacon...never knew death could taste this good!). See, we like a little bit of pizza with our bacon. Oh well. Gave me time to argue about France, X-Treme basketball, and about how to calculate things for pulley systems. Well, I was going to do those things anyways, but there weren't any other distractions. Didn't get a chance to talk to Chris tonight...needed to show him something on NewGrounds. Should really say hi to Brian sometime in the near future. Ron: best of luck with your all-nighter...doesn't sound like much fun...save some coffee for me...I'm going to need it.
Topher's new nickname: Tophler. Don't ask. I have no clue why. It just is.
The first part of being a leader is knowing when to follow.
I wish I could fly. That would solve all my problems. I'd be at peace. Always carry forward, never back. Retreat is not an option. Press forward, and onward to the goal.
Well, no one's really talking to me anymore, and I do have class in the morning, so I think I'm going to call it a night and sack out for a while.
-----NOTE: I'm not actually insane. Trust me.-----
I feel sick.
I have a confession to make.
I admit that I am a member of ("Peaple Eating Tasty Animals"), which is not to be confused with PETA ("People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals").
Giving children meat is child abuse!...according to goveg.com or .org or whatever the hell it is. My parents abused me :-(. Now I'm psychologically deficient due to their feeding me meat. I think I'm going to sue them now.
Where the fuck can I find a lawyer? Oh right. I'll just go to Hell. Plenty of 'em there. Getting out is a problem, though.
Edit: I am currently leading the polls in the "Pants Party" competition. Now, all I have to do is contract hits out on my opposition and the mystery box will be mine ALL MINE YOU HEAR ME MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.
I admit that I am a member of
Giving children meat is child abuse!...according to goveg.com or .org or whatever the hell it is. My parents abused me :-(. Now I'm psychologically deficient due to their feeding me meat. I think I'm going to sue them now.
Where the fuck can I find a lawyer? Oh right. I'll just go to Hell. Plenty of 'em there. Getting out is a problem, though.
Edit: I am currently leading the polls in the "Pants Party" competition. Now, all I have to do is contract hits out on my opposition and the mystery box will be mine ALL MINE YOU HEAR ME MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.
Not so random flashback! From Saturday, August 2, 2003:
Quote by me, when being told to look at a hot girl (by the sky ride, Canobie Lake Park):
Chuck: Matt, check your four o'clock
Me: Damn, that's a nice cable system they've got there
Chris: Oh...my...God...you do realize he was talking about the GIRL, right?
Me: Oh...well, she's good, too...not as sexy as the cabling system, though
Chris + Chuck proceed to pummel me. I guess it just wasn't my lucky day.
Quote by me, when being told to look at a hot girl (by the sky ride, Canobie Lake Park):
Chuck: Matt, check your four o'clock
Me: Damn, that's a nice cable system they've got there
Chris: Oh...my...God...you do realize he was talking about the GIRL, right?
Me: Oh...well, she's good, too...not as sexy as the cabling system, though
Chris + Chuck proceed to pummel me. I guess it just wasn't my lucky day.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Good evening. I'm tired. I don't know if I make sense. Dynamics is confusing. I relax as much as I can, but I still feel very stressed. I did get to play pool today...hung out with the normal pool shark crowd down there, though I'm surprised Richard wasn't working the tables. I'm looking forward to the next tournament.
Plans for tonight fell through. The original plan was to shower then go to mass, but Russ got in there just before I did. Can't go to mass unshowered (even though I am not dirty...not like I just ran the marathon or anything).
I finished the Dynamics work that's due Friday today. That stuff just blew me away today. First problem: wicked easy. Second problem: what the fuck? How can you say that something...bah...nevermind. Time to stop thinking about how retarded that was. He did that derivation crap with us again the other day. Again we are dumbfounded by it's retardedness in complexivity. When the hell will we ever need to memorize that abstract concept? I mean...GAH!
"But then I'd look like an uncircumsized dick!"--Owen...what the fuck? That was uncalled for. All I said is that we should shave his head sometime. He does bring up a good point, though.
So I made supper. Pasta, sauce, and spices. Including cinnamon. Ok, so I put in about 100000000000000000000000 times the amount of cinnamon I was supposed to. But damn! It tasted good...TWICE! Not all meals can say that.
Then I challenged Russ to some billiards. He (rather reluctantly) stopped "working on Dynamics" (aka looking at cars), and accompanied me to the Campus Center, where lo and behold! No pool sets were to be had! So I grabbed my diet pepsi from mini-DAKA (I'm seriously addicted to the stuff--diet soda withdrawal SUCKS).
Oh, right. I had forgotten to put the rest of the story about CRUD. Monday night, we found ourselves in possession of a pool table. We played pool for a bit, then Mike and I started to explain CRUD to them. I then challenged Mike to a rematch. He aced me TWICE IN A ROW...right after the lagging for pick and then the next time he was on offense. I never touched the cue ball while the eight ball was on the table. BASTARD! No one aces the not-so great Tycho! NO ONE! DO YOU HEAR ME? NO ONE! But, we all had to go by the time Mike decided to accept my challenge (I didn't even get to slap him!).
Sort of reminds me of the time that Carol hip checked me and nearly ripped my knee out. I haven't talked to her in ages...bah.
Anyways, after pool, I came back and nuked a couple slices of pizza. I'm hungry. And need more caffeine. Lots more. Like a few gallons worth....mmm...
So, the new plan for tonight: argue with roommates over James Bond. Then watch Boondock Saints, or at least part of it, with Russ.
And sheperds we shall be. For thee, my Lord, for thee. And so we shall flow a river unto thee, O Lord, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Nomeni patri et fille, spirite du sancte.
THEY MAKE LEATHER SCALLY CAPS! MUST GET PRICE FOR IT! MUST BUY! <--- I'm a consumer whore! And how!
Currently playing: Eye of the Tiger (on repeat! IT WON'T BLOODY STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!!)
Ah, Willem Dafoe. The only person who could pull of the gay homophobe perfectly. His role is wicked funny.
Oh, right. There's a Texas Hold'Em tourney Sunday at 1:00, with a $10 buy-in that goes to charity. I'm considering dropping the $10 and playing for a bit. Sure, I suck at it, and couldn't bluff a frog out of it's legs, but hey, it's fun, and the money is going to a good cause. Couldn't ask for more. Oh, and they're also serving pizza and soda. Definitely worth it. Even without the food.
Russ and I are probably going to go to Wright's Chicken Farm soon. Hopefully they won't kick me out like they did last time.
Plans for tonight fell through. The original plan was to shower then go to mass, but Russ got in there just before I did. Can't go to mass unshowered (even though I am not dirty...not like I just ran the marathon or anything).
I finished the Dynamics work that's due Friday today. That stuff just blew me away today. First problem: wicked easy. Second problem: what the fuck? How can you say that something...bah...nevermind. Time to stop thinking about how retarded that was. He did that derivation crap with us again the other day. Again we are dumbfounded by it's retardedness in complexivity. When the hell will we ever need to memorize that abstract concept? I mean...GAH!
"But then I'd look like an uncircumsized dick!"--Owen...what the fuck? That was uncalled for. All I said is that we should shave his head sometime. He does bring up a good point, though.
So I made supper. Pasta, sauce, and spices. Including cinnamon. Ok, so I put in about 100000000000000000000000 times the amount of cinnamon I was supposed to. But damn! It tasted good...TWICE! Not all meals can say that.
Then I challenged Russ to some billiards. He (rather reluctantly) stopped "working on Dynamics" (aka looking at cars), and accompanied me to the Campus Center, where lo and behold! No pool sets were to be had! So I grabbed my diet pepsi from mini-DAKA (I'm seriously addicted to the stuff--diet soda withdrawal SUCKS).
Oh, right. I had forgotten to put the rest of the story about CRUD. Monday night, we found ourselves in possession of a pool table. We played pool for a bit, then Mike and I started to explain CRUD to them. I then challenged Mike to a rematch. He aced me TWICE IN A ROW...right after the lagging for pick and then the next time he was on offense. I never touched the cue ball while the eight ball was on the table. BASTARD! No one aces the not-so great Tycho! NO ONE! DO YOU HEAR ME? NO ONE! But, we all had to go by the time Mike decided to accept my challenge (I didn't even get to slap him!).
Sort of reminds me of the time that Carol hip checked me and nearly ripped my knee out. I haven't talked to her in ages...bah.
Anyways, after pool, I came back and nuked a couple slices of pizza. I'm hungry. And need more caffeine. Lots more. Like a few gallons worth....mmm...
So, the new plan for tonight: argue with roommates over James Bond. Then watch Boondock Saints, or at least part of it, with Russ.
And sheperds we shall be. For thee, my Lord, for thee. And so we shall flow a river unto thee, O Lord, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Nomeni patri et fille, spirite du sancte.
THEY MAKE LEATHER SCALLY CAPS! MUST GET PRICE FOR IT! MUST BUY! <--- I'm a consumer whore! And how!
Currently playing: Eye of the Tiger (on repeat! IT WON'T BLOODY STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!!)
Ah, Willem Dafoe. The only person who could pull of the gay homophobe perfectly. His role is wicked funny.
Oh, right. There's a Texas Hold'Em tourney Sunday at 1:00, with a $10 buy-in that goes to charity. I'm considering dropping the $10 and playing for a bit. Sure, I suck at it, and couldn't bluff a frog out of it's legs, but hey, it's fun, and the money is going to a good cause. Couldn't ask for more. Oh, and they're also serving pizza and soda. Definitely worth it. Even without the food.
Russ and I are probably going to go to Wright's Chicken Farm soon. Hopefully they won't kick me out like they did last time.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Yeah, midnight update!
Tucker finally rebelled against authority! Ah, Red vs. Blue. Good stuff.
Ron: good progress on your movie. Except for that day where half a scene took 5 hours...ouch...Duel? Sure. Where? In the woods! :P Oh, and Duality rocks. So does Gun-Kata. So does Prozium.
Mike: DO NOT LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYWHERE near Chuck!!! Excuse me. Let me clarify that. DO NOT LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYWHERE near Chuck, unless she has her shotgun ready to go!!!
Relaxed way too much today. Probably could have started on Thursday's work in Dynamics. Would have meant I could have done Friday's tomorrow. Meaning I'd be able to relax for the rest of the week. I might still be able to do that, though, if I buckle down after all my labs tomorrow. Damn. Just remembered I have a Dynamics exam on Monday. Say good bye to staying up late Sunday :-(.
I need to play pool. Or CRUD. Especially CRUD.
Tucker finally rebelled against authority! Ah, Red vs. Blue. Good stuff.
Ron: good progress on your movie. Except for that day where half a scene took 5 hours...ouch...Duel? Sure. Where? In the woods! :P Oh, and Duality rocks. So does Gun-Kata. So does Prozium.
Mike: DO NOT LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYWHERE near Chuck!!! Excuse me. Let me clarify that. DO NOT LET YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYWHERE near Chuck, unless she has her shotgun ready to go!!!
Relaxed way too much today. Probably could have started on Thursday's work in Dynamics. Would have meant I could have done Friday's tomorrow. Meaning I'd be able to relax for the rest of the week. I might still be able to do that, though, if I buckle down after all my labs tomorrow. Damn. Just remembered I have a Dynamics exam on Monday. Say good bye to staying up late Sunday :-(.
I need to play pool. Or CRUD. Especially CRUD.
Why do I feel so bad? My day kicked ass. I don't know why I feel so down.
I learned something about myself the past couple days. Many times I want the end result (aka become an engineer...less despised by others...more educated...better billiards player, girlfriend, keep grades up, etc.). The problem is that sometimes I expect these things to just come, without me putting in any effort. Or I'll say a little effort is enough.
Needless to say: I am not perfect. Now that I have found the problem, I can go about fixing it. One way is to stop trying to do so many different things (you guys know me...always doing 10^n things at once, and barely staying on top of it all, but having fun). I should pick three or four things, and put all my effort into them. That way, I'm always putting all my effort into my goals and actions.
Enough Philosophically Enhanced Afternoon Thinking (PEAT).
I got roughly 7 hours of sleep last night, yet felt like complete shit this morning. Barely stayed awake during Dynamics (good thing he didn't delve into any of the really tough stuff). I caught "micro-naps" during Geology. You know those things where you fall asleep for about 5-10 seconds at a time? Yeah, those aren't good. Especially when the professor likes to walk around to make sure everyone is awake at all times. He'll stone you with big fucking rocks if he finds that you're asleep, rather than paying attention. Where the hell do you think I have that scar from?
Anyways, I took an hour nap when I got back, then reheated some homemade pizza (unfortunately it wasn't our patented "Coronary Pizza--Comes With Free Heart Attack!".
Then I threw in Equilibrium for a half hour or so, and watched mad gun-kata action. I wish I could take Prozium...it would make my life alot easier and simple. Meh. Then it wouldn't be fun, either. Yah, oh, and forgot about the mad katana action. "Here, I'm going to give you my katana so you can kill me with it!"
"Be careful, Preston. You're treading on my dreams!"
If I had a son like John Preston's, I'd sacrifice him to the mutant killer monster snow goon snow demons. I'd like live in fear of that kid.
Actually stayed awake during Statistics (HOLY FUCK!)...he let us out early so I went to the CC, ran into Mike there, then came back and embarked upon the Halo Oddysey. Mmmm...Halo-goodness...The best part of wakin' up, is Halo in your cup! <----- Sorry. Still tired and that actually popped into my head.
I hope I haven't scared any of you with my crazy Blog entries. I try to give you a rational look at my daily life...then chop it all up into little pieces with insanity and inanity and pure assininity (is that a word?). I just think you guys would be bored reading about my life, so I do my best to spice it up a bit. If you ever close the window and aren't thinking "WHAT...THE...FUCK?!?", I'm sorry, for I have failed my mission in that post.
DYNAMICS TIME. When will it ever end *whisper* SIX WEEKS!
Needless to say: I am not perfect. Now that I have found the problem, I can go about fixing it. One way is to stop trying to do so many different things (you guys know me...always doing 10^n things at once, and barely staying on top of it all, but having fun). I should pick three or four things, and put all my effort into them. That way, I'm always putting all my effort into my goals and actions.
Enough Philosophically Enhanced Afternoon Thinking (PEAT).
I got roughly 7 hours of sleep last night, yet felt like complete shit this morning. Barely stayed awake during Dynamics (good thing he didn't delve into any of the really tough stuff). I caught "micro-naps" during Geology. You know those things where you fall asleep for about 5-10 seconds at a time? Yeah, those aren't good. Especially when the professor likes to walk around to make sure everyone is awake at all times. He'll stone you with big fucking rocks if he finds that you're asleep, rather than paying attention. Where the hell do you think I have that scar from?
Anyways, I took an hour nap when I got back, then reheated some homemade pizza (unfortunately it wasn't our patented "Coronary Pizza--Comes With Free Heart Attack!".
Then I threw in Equilibrium for a half hour or so, and watched mad gun-kata action. I wish I could take Prozium...it would make my life alot easier and simple. Meh. Then it wouldn't be fun, either. Yah, oh, and forgot about the mad katana action. "Here, I'm going to give you my katana so you can kill me with it!"
"Be careful, Preston. You're treading on my dreams!"
If I had a son like John Preston's, I'd sacrifice him to the mutant killer monster snow goon snow demons. I'd like live in fear of that kid.
Actually stayed awake during Statistics (HOLY FUCK!)...he let us out early so I went to the CC, ran into Mike there, then came back and embarked upon the Halo Oddysey. Mmmm...Halo-goodness...The best part of wakin' up, is Halo in your cup! <----- Sorry. Still tired and that actually popped into my head.
I hope I haven't scared any of you with my crazy Blog entries. I try to give you a rational look at my daily life...then chop it all up into little pieces with insanity and inanity and pure assininity (is that a word?). I just think you guys would be bored reading about my life, so I do my best to spice it up a bit. If you ever close the window and aren't thinking "WHAT...THE...FUCK?!?", I'm sorry, for I have failed my mission in that post.
DYNAMICS TIME. When will it ever end *whisper* SIX WEEKS!
Monday, March 22, 2004
Alright. You know how I said not to lose at billiards? Yeah, I was beat in a game of cutthroat. No matter how many 1337 shots I could make, I still was defeated. Steve was making some absolutely insanely skilled shots. There was no way for him to be bullshitting those. You had to see them to believe them.
My night went extremely well. Hung out with friends, played pool, and hung around some more. I only felt bad after someone had told me that they were going through some shit. I offered to head to another room if he wanted to talk, but he didn't want to--his decision. I understand what it's like. Some things you just don't want to talk about. I still have stuff I don't like to talk about, and it takes alot for me to talk to people about. I sympathize with him completely. Hopefully he'll be alright soon.
I don't know why, but I've been extremely happy lately. You'd think I'd be depressed, because I've got shitloads of work that I can barely keep up on, and I very rarely have a chance to relax, and even more rarely get 8 full hours of sleep. But I am happy. Maybe it has to do with waking up, putting in a hard, honest day's work, and being able to go to bed feeling like I've accomplished something.
Anyways: The Three Musketeers is a good movie.
Now it's time for me to get ready for bed. And to sleep.
Have a good night, everyone. Bon nuit, et sante, mes amis!
My night went extremely well. Hung out with friends, played pool, and hung around some more. I only felt bad after someone had told me that they were going through some shit. I offered to head to another room if he wanted to talk, but he didn't want to--his decision. I understand what it's like. Some things you just don't want to talk about. I still have stuff I don't like to talk about, and it takes alot for me to talk to people about. I sympathize with him completely. Hopefully he'll be alright soon.
I don't know why, but I've been extremely happy lately. You'd think I'd be depressed, because I've got shitloads of work that I can barely keep up on, and I very rarely have a chance to relax, and even more rarely get 8 full hours of sleep. But I am happy. Maybe it has to do with waking up, putting in a hard, honest day's work, and being able to go to bed feeling like I've accomplished something.
Anyways: The Three Musketeers is a good movie.
Now it's time for me to get ready for bed. And to sleep.
Have a good night, everyone. Bon nuit, et sante, mes amis!
Chris: damnit update your Blog. Same for you, Nick. Oh, right, you guys have got to check out Addicting Games. You won't ever have to worry about schoolwork again!
Flysui--I got 105 flies. BOO-F*CKING-YEAH! That's like a world record!
y0y0y0y0y0 whazzup me home dawgs? Chillin' in da' hood with ya brutha Matt? Dat's right, buzz off!
Just got back from a Dynamics help session. My head hurts. There was this one equation on the board that required this absurdly and artificially long way to get to the answer. When the professor was done and turned back and said, "See? It's that easy!", the entire class had this look of absolute horror. Yeah. I was in shock. Evidently we need to know every single method of trig substitution known to man or something. *Gulp* this exam is not going to be fun. That help session confused me more than helped me.
So, I'm getting senile. Mass is at 10 tonight, not at noon. I also didn't have Geology, when I thought I did.
I'm going to work on Dynamics until 6...and then it's off to test my 1337-xor skillz at the pool tables. This time let's not lose, ok?
Now, some of you may think that I'm crazy. That's from a lack of sleep. *Pops out eye, Cotto style, and places it on the table* I've got my eye on you!!!. The past week has been extremely hectic and I'm lucky if I get 6 hours a night. Please bear with me. Situation is improving somewhat.
Follow follow follow follow follow the yellow brick road! Follow the yellow brick road! Follow the yellow brick road! Because because because because because, of all the wonderful things he does!
Flysui--I got 105 flies. BOO-F*CKING-YEAH! That's like a world record!
y0y0y0y0y0 whazzup me home dawgs? Chillin' in da' hood with ya brutha Matt? Dat's right, buzz off!
Just got back from a Dynamics help session. My head hurts. There was this one equation on the board that required this absurdly and artificially long way to get to the answer. When the professor was done and turned back and said, "See? It's that easy!", the entire class had this look of absolute horror. Yeah. I was in shock. Evidently we need to know every single method of trig substitution known to man or something. *Gulp* this exam is not going to be fun. That help session confused me more than helped me.
So, I'm getting senile. Mass is at 10 tonight, not at noon. I also didn't have Geology, when I thought I did.
I'm going to work on Dynamics until 6...and then it's off to test my 1337-xor skillz at the pool tables. This time let's not lose, ok?
Now, some of you may think that I'm crazy. That's from a lack of sleep. *Pops out eye, Cotto style, and places it on the table* I've got my eye on you!!!. The past week has been extremely hectic and I'm lucky if I get 6 hours a night. Please bear with me. Situation is improving somewhat.
Follow follow follow follow follow the yellow brick road! Follow the yellow brick road! Follow the yellow brick road! Because because because because because, of all the wonderful things he does!
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight, risin' up to the challenge of our rivals.
Allo! Didn't have Geology today! Gave me an hour to relax and absorb all that fricking shit he did in Dynamics today...some stuff just didn't make sense. I also was able to get my statistics done. Suffice to say, it's been an hour well spent.
I'm meeting Claudio for lunch at the Campus Center today to finish up the homework due tomorrow. We've got most of it done, we just need to derive three more equations (we already derived nine of 'em). If we finish that early (before noon), we'll probably work on the work that is going to be assigned Tuesday. It's good to stay ahead in classwork.
Currently listening to "Eye of the Tiger" right now.
Rest of my day: go to mass at noon, Statistics at 1, Dynamics 2-4, do homework: 4-6, go out for supper and hang out with friends: 6-11. I hope to get to bed at 11 or 12. Sleep is happiness.
NOTE TO SELF: pick up package of AAA batteries.
6 weeks to go...
Allo! Didn't have Geology today! Gave me an hour to relax and absorb all that fricking shit he did in Dynamics today...some stuff just didn't make sense. I also was able to get my statistics done. Suffice to say, it's been an hour well spent.
I'm meeting Claudio for lunch at the Campus Center today to finish up the homework due tomorrow. We've got most of it done, we just need to derive three more equations (we already derived nine of 'em). If we finish that early (before noon), we'll probably work on the work that is going to be assigned Tuesday. It's good to stay ahead in classwork.
Currently listening to "Eye of the Tiger" right now.
Rest of my day: go to mass at noon, Statistics at 1, Dynamics 2-4, do homework: 4-6, go out for supper and hang out with friends: 6-11. I hope to get to bed at 11 or 12. Sleep is happiness.
NOTE TO SELF: pick up package of AAA batteries.
6 weeks to go...
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Alright. Here's the scoop.
Feeling really "blah" right now...aka not good. Not great at all.
And Nick: when has the cleanliness [lack thereof] of the T led to a suicide? You mean that guy who jumped in front of a train at Quincy Center? Or at Downtown Crossing? You confuse me. And your alter-ego is very scary. Excellent job.
Chris: watch out for the rampaging hydralisks. They have sharp claws. Very, very sharp. Oh, and you wouldn't believe this: boiling bacon grease is FUCKING HOT. Russ was having a field day when I was cooking the bacon. You know, it'll sizzle, then you hear this pop, then he'll hear me go "OH FUCK IT BURNS!!!". And he'll laugh at me. Every time. Tasted good though.
Well, before I go all philosophical, I should probably inform everyone of what I did today. Prepare to fall asleep from boredom:
Woke up just before mass, and rushed off to get there. Once I got back, I took my vitamin and cooked up some breakfast. After I was finished stuffing my face, I buckled down and worked my ass off on Dynamics. You know, you just can't seem to stay ahead in that class. Don't know what I'm going to do.
Then I relaxed for an hour, then Russ dragged me off to Chopper, where we picked up stuff for pizza. MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT RAMEN TUNA! BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER MUSHROOM MUSHROOM SNAKE!
Started making the pizza from scratch at about 5:45, and it took until about 7 to get the first of four pizzas into the oven. Mmmmm...we only used a pound of bacon this time, rather than a huge amount like last time. We should start selling them. "Only $0.50 more for Death!".
"Buy one, get a coronary for free!"
Met up with Claudio at about 7:10 to work some more on Dynamics. For the next fifty minutes, we derived equation after equation after equation. And all that didn't help--we didn't figure out the equation we needed. Came back, ate pizza, helped Russ clean up and wash the dishes. Then threw my laundry in to get washed. You know, that once a week thing that is highly annoying. It's frickin' cold out there.
Then I finished up my Statistics homework. So easy. Missed a question though. Talk about bad wording. Though I can't complain, the wording for Stress Analysis questions was worse.
Yeah, alright, philosophical time. Boiling oil is hot. So is a hot
stove. Trust me. The burns are living proof.
Haven't been feeling great lately (past week or so)...not sick or anything, just some stuff on my mind lately. Not cool. Talked to a couple people, but stuff won't go away. Blah.
Aye, and Eye of the Tiger by Survivor is a great inspirational song. Lifted my spirits up. George Carlin is also a good way to feel better.
Like a mercenary!
Right! Or like your mom, when the rent is due.
Oh. That was funny.
Really? Wasn't too obvious?
No, no. It was good.
Good night all, and may the roads of life treat you with good fortune.
Feeling really "blah" right now...aka not good. Not great at all.
And Nick: when has the cleanliness [lack thereof] of the T led to a suicide? You mean that guy who jumped in front of a train at Quincy Center? Or at Downtown Crossing? You confuse me. And your alter-ego is very scary. Excellent job.
Chris: watch out for the rampaging hydralisks. They have sharp claws. Very, very sharp. Oh, and you wouldn't believe this: boiling bacon grease is FUCKING HOT. Russ was having a field day when I was cooking the bacon. You know, it'll sizzle, then you hear this pop, then he'll hear me go "OH FUCK IT BURNS!!!". And he'll laugh at me. Every time. Tasted good though.
Well, before I go all philosophical, I should probably inform everyone of what I did today. Prepare to fall asleep from boredom:
Woke up just before mass, and rushed off to get there. Once I got back, I took my vitamin and cooked up some breakfast. After I was finished stuffing my face, I buckled down and worked my ass off on Dynamics. You know, you just can't seem to stay ahead in that class. Don't know what I'm going to do.
Then I relaxed for an hour, then Russ dragged me off to Chopper, where we picked up stuff for pizza. MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT RAMEN TUNA! BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER BADGER MUSHROOM MUSHROOM SNAKE!
Started making the pizza from scratch at about 5:45, and it took until about 7 to get the first of four pizzas into the oven. Mmmmm...we only used a pound of bacon this time, rather than a huge amount like last time. We should start selling them. "Only $0.50 more for Death!".
"Buy one, get a coronary for free!"
Met up with Claudio at about 7:10 to work some more on Dynamics. For the next fifty minutes, we derived equation after equation after equation. And all that didn't help--we didn't figure out the equation we needed. Came back, ate pizza, helped Russ clean up and wash the dishes. Then threw my laundry in to get washed. You know, that once a week thing that is highly annoying. It's frickin' cold out there.
Then I finished up my Statistics homework. So easy. Missed a question though. Talk about bad wording. Though I can't complain, the wording for Stress Analysis questions was worse.
Yeah, alright, philosophical time. Boiling oil is hot. So is a hot
stove. Trust me. The burns are living proof.
Haven't been feeling great lately (past week or so)...not sick or anything, just some stuff on my mind lately. Not cool. Talked to a couple people, but stuff won't go away. Blah.
Aye, and Eye of the Tiger by Survivor is a great inspirational song. Lifted my spirits up. George Carlin is also a good way to feel better.
Like a mercenary!
Right! Or like your mom, when the rent is due.
Oh. That was funny.
Really? Wasn't too obvious?
No, no. It was good.
Good night all, and may the roads of life treat you with good fortune.
K, here's the deal on the down low. AKA my Saturday afternoon/evening.
Oh right. I went to play pool. Used the crappy sticks they lend out...did reasonably well though. I was "TEH SUCK" during the last game of it.
Good News: I did not hit a random bystander with a ball that flew off the table!!!
Came back, tried to get my PDA to work, only to discover that it needs new batteries. Guess which commodity I've conveniently run out of? That's right: batteries.
Then it was Star Wars: Rebellion time. Things got a little too hectic for me, though, so I quickly saved and beat a hasty retreat.
And so "Boondock Saints" was watched, to much merriment of all.
Then "Mall Rats". Also very enjoyable. You know, I was one of those kids who almost got caught in the escalator. Only if Brodie had been there for me...
Talked to some Lexan for much of it, and still am. Stupid lexan. Only bends. Doesn't break. :-( :-P
I should head off to bed soon. Whatever. Listening to some DKM now. A few of their songs are definite pick-ups...like The Gang's All Here and Never Alone. Can't forget Forever.
And I've got about 10 hours of Dynamics staring me in the face tomorrow. Plus additional homework. Like the kind that is actually collected. Yay! <---- Sarcasm (mucho)
Oh, and celtic music rocks. I was lucky enough to be eating breakfast at Mannions a week ago Sunday when the Irish station broadcast from there. I should really learn how to speak Gaelic. It'd be a cool thing to do.
Oh right...did this today...does this mean that I'm a pyro?
You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.
"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached
zenith, so he consumed himself in fire. He
emerged from his own ashes, to be forever
immortal."
Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl
(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum
(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,
the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.
As a member of Form 0, you are a determined
individual. You tend to keep your sense of
optomism, even through tough times and have a
positive outlook on most situations. You have
a way of looking at going through life as a
journey that you can constantly learn from.
Phoenixes are the best friends to have because
they cheer people up easily.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Oh right. I went to play pool. Used the crappy sticks they lend out...did reasonably well though. I was "TEH SUCK" during the last game of it.
Good News: I did not hit a random bystander with a ball that flew off the table!!!
Came back, tried to get my PDA to work, only to discover that it needs new batteries. Guess which commodity I've conveniently run out of? That's right: batteries.
Then it was Star Wars: Rebellion time. Things got a little too hectic for me, though, so I quickly saved and beat a hasty retreat.
And so "Boondock Saints" was watched, to much merriment of all.
Then "Mall Rats". Also very enjoyable. You know, I was one of those kids who almost got caught in the escalator. Only if Brodie had been there for me...
Talked to some Lexan for much of it, and still am. Stupid lexan. Only bends. Doesn't break. :-( :-P
I should head off to bed soon. Whatever. Listening to some DKM now. A few of their songs are definite pick-ups...like The Gang's All Here and Never Alone. Can't forget Forever.
And I've got about 10 hours of Dynamics staring me in the face tomorrow. Plus additional homework. Like the kind that is actually collected. Yay! <---- Sarcasm (mucho)
Oh, and celtic music rocks. I was lucky enough to be eating breakfast at Mannions a week ago Sunday when the Irish station broadcast from there. I should really learn how to speak Gaelic. It'd be a cool thing to do.
Oh right...did this today...does this mean that I'm a pyro?
You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.
"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached
zenith, so he consumed himself in fire. He
emerged from his own ashes, to be forever
immortal."
Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl
(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum
(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,
the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.
As a member of Form 0, you are a determined
individual. You tend to keep your sense of
optomism, even through tough times and have a
positive outlook on most situations. You have
a way of looking at going through life as a
journey that you can constantly learn from.
Phoenixes are the best friends to have because
they cheer people up easily.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Saturday, March 20, 2004
Yeah...Saturday night...woo...not really. No one's really around, not much to do. Could do work. Yeah, right. That was a good one, Matt. Do work! HA!
Tomorrow will be a working day. Wake up, go to mass, come back, throw in laundry, make some food, then work on and complete the Dynamics assignment that is going to be assigned Monday...and finish the Homework on Top of Homework that is due Tuesday for the same course. Then take 10 minutes and do the statistics homework.
Estimated time spent on homework for tomorrow: 6 Hours. 5 hours 50 minutes on Dynamics. 10 minutes on Statistics.
Time for more billiards.
Tomorrow will be a working day. Wake up, go to mass, come back, throw in laundry, make some food, then work on and complete the Dynamics assignment that is going to be assigned Monday...and finish the Homework on Top of Homework that is due Tuesday for the same course. Then take 10 minutes and do the statistics homework.
Estimated time spent on homework for tomorrow: 6 Hours. 5 hours 50 minutes on Dynamics. 10 minutes on Statistics.
Time for more billiards.
Good afternoon all. It is me. It is I. Am I me? Me is I? I'm confused now.
I took yesterday afternoon and night off from doing work...for one, I was too tired to concentrate on anything academic. Instead, I decided playing LAN games with Russ would be healthy for me. We started at about 8 PM and ended at about 2 AM. I then sacked out for a full 9 hours!!! I'm awake, and pretty tired still, but feeling much better.
We still have not figured out who's underwear is in the corner...it's not mine...and they say it's not theirs...and the same for Toph and Russ...this scares me...
Well, I feel alive again. And I'm waiting for Red vs. Blue Episode 27. Because RvB kicks ass.
WHY DID IT HAVE TO SNOW?!? I mean, I had started my training for cross country season...and then it snows! Damn!
Off to eat then homework.
I took yesterday afternoon and night off from doing work...for one, I was too tired to concentrate on anything academic. Instead, I decided playing LAN games with Russ would be healthy for me. We started at about 8 PM and ended at about 2 AM. I then sacked out for a full 9 hours!!! I'm awake, and pretty tired still, but feeling much better.
We still have not figured out who's underwear is in the corner...it's not mine...and they say it's not theirs...and the same for Toph and Russ...this scares me...
Well, I feel alive again. And I'm waiting for Red vs. Blue Episode 27. Because RvB kicks ass.
WHY DID IT HAVE TO SNOW?!? I mean, I had started my training for cross country season...and then it snows! Damn!
Off to eat then homework.
Friday, March 19, 2004
So so tired...need sleep...too much work to get done...argh...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Good night, all.
Good night, all.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I love my Beer Troubleshooting chart. Always good for a laugh. And a Guinness. Or a Killian's.
Ok. Rant time. T fucking blows. $1.25/token for shitty service. Not only that, it's $2.50 at Quincy Adams and Quincy Center...and you have to pay $1.25 to LEAVE THE STATION at those places.
Who the fuck runs the T? It used to be $0.85, then $1.00, now $1.25 with NO improvements in service or cleanliness. Until I can lick my food off the ground at Downtown, Government Center, or hell, Haymarket, I won't consider it clean, because it's a fucking dump. It drives people to suicide! <--- Not really.
And to think they charged Regis $1.25 to LEAVE a station! What nerve!
I guess I should be thankful it's not the MARTA...which was $1.50/token last time I was down in Atlanta...meaning it's probably about $2.00/token now.
Anyways, geology lab was long and difficult, and the statistics lab was absurdly easy.
And then I got to work on Dynamics immediately when I got back at about 2:05 PM.
I've been doing work for that class ever since...just spent that last 2.5 hours on this one example that is driving Russ and I mad...it's like we've been bashing our heads against the wall...and the wall is winning (don't worry! we've done it some damage...and we're looking to do more later).
I'm pretty pooped at this point...and I'm contemplating getting to bed within an hour...which will give me roughly 9 hours of sleep...mmm...sleep...
Back to the subject at hand. Ooh birds!
Yeah, work is rough, but I'm not mad about it. I'm sort of enjoying it. Get up (somewhat early) in the morning, put in a full day's worth of honest work, get a little while to relax and loosen up, then go to bed, completely exhausted. It feels like when I was younger during the summer...go outside, play basketball, baseball, football, hockey, and of course the obligatory roughhousing ALL DAY LONG, then come in, and go straight to bed. Except I'm not exercising. I'm getting alot of "chair parade" these days. I'm not making sense anymore am I? I'd hope not, because that'd mean I'm in a defective mental state, and I'd be going crazy. You're not going crazy. Are you? No way, man, it's only the second day of class, I can't be going crazy yet. Dude, you've lost it, relax, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. You're not going to hurt me, what does that mean? I mean don't do nothing stupid. And why not? Because, I'd hate to get hit by a car, or a flying elephant. But that takes all the fun out of life...you don't like the deer in the headlights stare? Oh, it's funny to see on other people, it's just that life-flashing-before-your eyes thing that I don't agree with. Meh, don't worry, I'll show you how it's done. No dude, you jump over it, not crawl under. Shut the hell up and don't forget to shave. Hey, what the hell is your damned problem? You're fucking Rumplestiltskin! Same to you, you dirty bastard! I hope Studystiltskin comes and bashes your skull in...or at least gets you piss drunk! HELL FUCKIN' YEAH, BRING IT ON! I was kidding about the getting piss drunk. Oh...I'll pass on the head bashing. Well, too late, he's already been paid. Can I get the beer, too, then? No, that costs extra. Can you spot me a few? Sorry, had to pay him to beat the fuck out of you. Die in a fire, you bastard.
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And yes, that entire section wasn't supposed to make sense. Just rambled on making sure to switch things every so often. I just did it for fun. No, I'm really not insane, because that was on purpose. No it wasn't! Yes it was! No it wasn't! Who the fuck asked you? You did! No I didn't! Fuck you! Promise? You are a sick and dirty bastard, you keep away from me you prick!
Hehe...umm...yeah, let that one go a little too far...after having a full day of not doing anything random just for fun, that was quite relieving.
The one thing I really hate about winter is getting hit by snow plows. Don't they have any damned brakes?!?
Who the fuck runs the T? It used to be $0.85, then $1.00, now $1.25 with NO improvements in service or cleanliness. Until I can lick my food off the ground at Downtown, Government Center, or hell, Haymarket, I won't consider it clean, because it's a fucking dump. It drives people to suicide! <--- Not really.
And to think they charged Regis $1.25 to LEAVE a station! What nerve!
I guess I should be thankful it's not the MARTA...which was $1.50/token last time I was down in Atlanta...meaning it's probably about $2.00/token now.
Anyways, geology lab was long and difficult, and the statistics lab was absurdly easy.
And then I got to work on Dynamics immediately when I got back at about 2:05 PM.
I've been doing work for that class ever since...just spent that last 2.5 hours on this one example that is driving Russ and I mad...it's like we've been bashing our heads against the wall...and the wall is winning (don't worry! we've done it some damage...and we're looking to do more later).
I'm pretty pooped at this point...and I'm contemplating getting to bed within an hour...which will give me roughly 9 hours of sleep...mmm...sleep...
Back to the subject at hand. Ooh birds!
Yeah, work is rough, but I'm not mad about it. I'm sort of enjoying it. Get up (somewhat early) in the morning, put in a full day's worth of honest work, get a little while to relax and loosen up, then go to bed, completely exhausted. It feels like when I was younger during the summer...go outside, play basketball, baseball, football, hockey, and of course the obligatory roughhousing ALL DAY LONG, then come in, and go straight to bed. Except I'm not exercising. I'm getting alot of "chair parade" these days. I'm not making sense anymore am I? I'd hope not, because that'd mean I'm in a defective mental state, and I'd be going crazy. You're not going crazy. Are you? No way, man, it's only the second day of class, I can't be going crazy yet. Dude, you've lost it, relax, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. You're not going to hurt me, what does that mean? I mean don't do nothing stupid. And why not? Because, I'd hate to get hit by a car, or a flying elephant. But that takes all the fun out of life...you don't like the deer in the headlights stare? Oh, it's funny to see on other people, it's just that life-flashing-before-your eyes thing that I don't agree with. Meh, don't worry, I'll show you how it's done. No dude, you jump over it, not crawl under. Shut the hell up and don't forget to shave. Hey, what the hell is your damned problem? You're fucking Rumplestiltskin! Same to you, you dirty bastard! I hope Studystiltskin comes and bashes your skull in...or at least gets you piss drunk! HELL FUCKIN' YEAH, BRING IT ON! I was kidding about the getting piss drunk. Oh...I'll pass on the head bashing. Well, too late, he's already been paid. Can I get the beer, too, then? No, that costs extra. Can you spot me a few? Sorry, had to pay him to beat the fuck out of you. Die in a fire, you bastard.
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And yes, that entire section wasn't supposed to make sense. Just rambled on making sure to switch things every so often. I just did it for fun. No, I'm really not insane, because that was on purpose. No it wasn't! Yes it was! No it wasn't! Who the fuck asked you? You did! No I didn't! Fuck you! Promise? You are a sick and dirty bastard, you keep away from me you prick!
Hehe...umm...yeah, let that one go a little too far...after having a full day of not doing anything random just for fun, that was quite relieving.
The one thing I really hate about winter is getting hit by snow plows. Don't they have any damned brakes?!?
Alright. Geology lab sucked. Statistics lab rocked, because stats is wicked fucking cool (and ever-interesting!)--book sucks though.
Anyways, I was thinking about why the hell I am paying to work. In the business world, I would get paid to work. In the academic one, I pay money in order to work my ass off. What the fuck gives here? Eh? Eh? *Sigh* The world ain't made like it used to be.
Time to slog through more work, and hopefully be done by 11 PM or so.
Anyways, I was thinking about why the hell I am paying to work. In the business world, I would get paid to work. In the academic one, I pay money in order to work my ass off. What the fuck gives here? Eh? Eh? *Sigh* The world ain't made like it used to be.
Time to slog through more work, and hopefully be done by 11 PM or so.
I've got seven minutes to waste...HELP ME!!!
Then it's off to kuckucksheim for me, because I've got to get up at 8 for a lab at 9. Then a lab at 12. Then Dynamics homework!
If I'm lucky, I might have 20 minutes to relax before sleeping. Oh, right, and have time to exercise indoors, since it is REALLY cold out. And really snowy.
Yes, eating raw eggs is very bad for you. Very. Very. Bad. Trust me on this one...from personal experience! It's a good way to start worshipping the throne, other than drinking. I don't know how people could ever think about doing that.
Pet peeve: liberals constantly poking fun at my republicanism. People slurping. People throwing boiling oil on me while I'm asleep (that shit is HOT...repeat FUCKING HOT), falling out of bed, dealing with homework, spilling boiling bacon grease on myself (that is how I learned to dance). Walking into walls is up there. As is slamming my head off the iron bedframe (who would ever think that iron is really hard?)
*Ducks behind barrier*
Ok, we've got an opening. You, you go down there, run into the jail, and grab the flag. Matt, MATT! You're to go down with him and draw enemy fire from him. If he's hit, congratulations, you've just been promoted to flagcarrier! Anyways, you run around in the open and cover his escape. Protect him...be a meat shield if need be. I can't send anyone else down...you're expendable...just remember that and you'll do fine.
*Cringes at memory*
Whatever you do, don't fall out. If you do, there is a good chance of dying if you aren't rescued within a couple of minutes. First off, your foot my get caught in the rocks. Worst case scenario: you drown. Best case scenario: your ankle snaps and you loose the foot, but you live. If that doesn't kill you, the water temperature today is 28 degrees Fahrenheit...you will contract hypothermia within a very short while.
--Speech given before tackling the Dead River at 8000 cfs (cubic feet per second)...making much of it a Class 5 rapid.
Then it's off to kuckucksheim for me, because I've got to get up at 8 for a lab at 9. Then a lab at 12. Then Dynamics homework!
If I'm lucky, I might have 20 minutes to relax before sleeping. Oh, right, and have time to exercise indoors, since it is REALLY cold out. And really snowy.
Yes, eating raw eggs is very bad for you. Very. Very. Bad. Trust me on this one...from personal experience! It's a good way to start worshipping the throne, other than drinking. I don't know how people could ever think about doing that.
Pet peeve: liberals constantly poking fun at my republicanism. People slurping. People throwing boiling oil on me while I'm asleep (that shit is HOT...repeat FUCKING HOT), falling out of bed, dealing with homework, spilling boiling bacon grease on myself (that is how I learned to dance). Walking into walls is up there. As is slamming my head off the iron bedframe (who would ever think that iron is really hard?)
*Ducks behind barrier*
Ok, we've got an opening. You, you go down there, run into the jail, and grab the flag. Matt, MATT! You're to go down with him and draw enemy fire from him. If he's hit, congratulations, you've just been promoted to flagcarrier! Anyways, you run around in the open and cover his escape. Protect him...be a meat shield if need be. I can't send anyone else down...you're expendable...just remember that and you'll do fine.
*Cringes at memory*
Whatever you do, don't fall out. If you do, there is a good chance of dying if you aren't rescued within a couple of minutes. First off, your foot my get caught in the rocks. Worst case scenario: you drown. Best case scenario: your ankle snaps and you loose the foot, but you live. If that doesn't kill you, the water temperature today is 28 degrees Fahrenheit...you will contract hypothermia within a very short while.
--Speech given before tackling the Dead River at 8000 cfs (cubic feet per second)...making much of it a Class 5 rapid.
I am a card-carrying, certified FUCKING RETARD!
Embossed with a screwdriver! At the frame shop! No one checks those things!
That was an amusing hour. I've been working on this one math expression for the last hour...I KNOW it HAS to be correct. So I'm fixin' and fixin' and it won't get fixed. I go ask Russ, who had run into the same problem. He said something along the lines of take a while, and just look at it...you're going to feel retarded after you figure it out. Half an hour later...WOO HOO! Yeah, I forgot about that subtraction thingie that was supposed to happen...
GET TO WORK.
GO TO SLEEP.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Bon matin!
Edit: I didn't even finish todays assignment...*goes crazy*...wait...always was crazy...*go absolutely batshit insano-uber-Matt*...that's better!
Hitman: "You seem pretty cool for a guy about to take a bullet."
Bruce Willis: "After fucking your mother last night, I'll take two!"
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Where to start? Ok, here goes!
Today started at 8:00. Wicked early. Wicked wicked early. I yawned, I snarled, I made my "mean, bad guy face" (TM) and scared myself when I looked in the mirror. I must've jumped 10 feet into the air and did a face plant onto the sink or something, because I looked worse for wear afterwards.
Stumbled into the shower, and for some reason, was quite amazed that it worked (I told you...it's EARLY). Didn't shave. I like the dirty caveman look. AKA the "werewolf" look.
Trudged off to class (Dynamics) in HL116. Nearly pissed my pants. It seemed like alot of work then. And I KNOW it's MORE than a lot of work now...I've been working since 3 PM on this stuff, and the end is nowhere in sight. Blah. At least it's not like Stress, because unlike there, I actually understand what the hell is going on. For the most part. <--- Catch
After that, it was straight down to Kaven Hall 116 for Geology. Fun class, seems like.
Oh, right. I didn't tell you. My legs cramped up BIG TIME, despite stretching alot after running yesterday afternoon. Going down stairs hurts. Going up stairs is murder. Standing up drives me nuts. Walking is a pain. You can see where this is going. So getting to Kaven was not the most fun activity.
Then I made myself a nice lunch, and went to mass almost immediately after at the Religious Center. Good to see Father Scanlon again. Learned from him that two students from Clark died over break. That was sorry news to be hearing.
Aye, rushed off to Statistics from there. *Snore* I don't know how long I will be able to stay awake in that course. Without beating my head against the chair in front of me. It's also in OH107...aka BIG room with WICKED WICKED WICKED comfy seats...aka I fall asleep.
And by this time, the snow was coming down, and it was freezing out...and I decided to not go running...my hands would freeze before I got up to Assumption, nevermind surviving the way back. Plus my nipples would freeze, as well, and that's never any fun. Trust me. That's why runners wear band-aids over their nipples when running...even in warm weather.
So I bounded off with Russ to go to Chopper...the most magicalest place in the land! Bought stuff for pizza, pasta, sausages, eggs (ate an undercooked one a short while ago...EVACUATION!!!), magargine, cheese, and some other stuff that I can't be arsed to remember at this point in time. Like tuna.
Got back, threw in a movie, made tuna dip, and feasted on that with chips, while slogging through the Dynamics assignment. Threw in a second movie.
And we're STILL working on Dynamics. Ugh. Someone shoot me.
Like...right now! Because I'm off to work a bit more on it.
Still very confused about stuff...homework and life...so grrr...
Good f*cking night.
Today started at 8:00. Wicked early. Wicked wicked early. I yawned, I snarled, I made my "mean, bad guy face" (TM) and scared myself when I looked in the mirror. I must've jumped 10 feet into the air and did a face plant onto the sink or something, because I looked worse for wear afterwards.
Stumbled into the shower, and for some reason, was quite amazed that it worked (I told you...it's EARLY). Didn't shave. I like the dirty caveman look. AKA the "werewolf" look.
Trudged off to class (Dynamics) in HL116. Nearly pissed my pants. It seemed like alot of work then. And I KNOW it's MORE than a lot of work now...I've been working since 3 PM on this stuff, and the end is nowhere in sight. Blah. At least it's not like Stress, because unlike there, I actually understand what the hell is going on. For the most part. <--- Catch
After that, it was straight down to Kaven Hall 116 for Geology. Fun class, seems like.
Oh, right. I didn't tell you. My legs cramped up BIG TIME, despite stretching alot after running yesterday afternoon. Going down stairs hurts. Going up stairs is murder. Standing up drives me nuts. Walking is a pain. You can see where this is going. So getting to Kaven was not the most fun activity.
Then I made myself a nice lunch, and went to mass almost immediately after at the Religious Center. Good to see Father Scanlon again. Learned from him that two students from Clark died over break. That was sorry news to be hearing.
Aye, rushed off to Statistics from there. *Snore* I don't know how long I will be able to stay awake in that course. Without beating my head against the chair in front of me. It's also in OH107...aka BIG room with WICKED WICKED WICKED comfy seats...aka I fall asleep.
And by this time, the snow was coming down, and it was freezing out...and I decided to not go running...my hands would freeze before I got up to Assumption, nevermind surviving the way back. Plus my nipples would freeze, as well, and that's never any fun. Trust me. That's why runners wear band-aids over their nipples when running...even in warm weather.
So I bounded off with Russ to go to Chopper...the most magicalest place in the land! Bought stuff for pizza, pasta, sausages, eggs (ate an undercooked one a short while ago...EVACUATION!!!), magargine, cheese, and some other stuff that I can't be arsed to remember at this point in time. Like tuna.
Got back, threw in a movie, made tuna dip, and feasted on that with chips, while slogging through the Dynamics assignment. Threw in a second movie.
And we're STILL working on Dynamics. Ugh. Someone shoot me.
Like...right now! Because I'm off to work a bit more on it.
Still very confused about stuff...homework and life...so grrr...
Good f*cking night.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Quick update, because I'm tired, and classes start tomorrow at 9 AM.
Went out and ran 5 miles today (Assumption Route), but my stopwatch crapped out at 20 min 43 sec (at Assumption), so I have no clue how long it took me total. It was done at a relaxed pace, slightly forced at times. I must admit that defeating the hill up at Assumption was a mistake, because I had to walk off the "legs are going to break and then fall off" feeling for a minute.
I'm happy.
Wake up will probably be at 7:30-7:45...enough time to shower, shave, and make myself a good breakfast for the day.
I plan to go to class, then go out for a run, come back, grab Russ, head over to the weight room and lift for a bit. Shower again. Eat. Work on homework. Then relax at about 10ish to go to bed at about 12.
J'espere que vous soyez herreux. So we flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Nomeni patri, fillei, spirite du sancte.
Sante, tout le monde, et couchez-vous bien!
Went out and ran 5 miles today (Assumption Route), but my stopwatch crapped out at 20 min 43 sec (at Assumption), so I have no clue how long it took me total. It was done at a relaxed pace, slightly forced at times. I must admit that defeating the hill up at Assumption was a mistake, because I had to walk off the "legs are going to break and then fall off" feeling for a minute.
I'm happy.
Wake up will probably be at 7:30-7:45...enough time to shower, shave, and make myself a good breakfast for the day.
I plan to go to class, then go out for a run, come back, grab Russ, head over to the weight room and lift for a bit. Shower again. Eat. Work on homework. Then relax at about 10ish to go to bed at about 12.
J'espere que vous soyez herreux. So we flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Nomeni patri, fillei, spirite du sancte.
Sante, tout le monde, et couchez-vous bien!
Damnit. You know? Seriously.
As you could probably imagine, I'm not in the best of moods right now. Reason? My books for a SINGLE TERM ran up a bill of $365.80. That's right. $365.80. Tatnuck Booksellers sucks. Never go there. Everything is overpriced. And how the hell does a "USED" book get shrink-wrapped?!? How am I to check through the pages to make sure there aren't sections ripped out, or to make sure that no one decided to be retarded and censor our important information?
Alright. Enough ranting. It ain't the worst thing that could happen to me, by far. The rest of the day is as follows:
1. I'm hydrating right now, because I want to run in a little while.
2. Run (4-5 miles)
3. Lift
4. Shower
5. Chopper Run
6. Supper
7. Relax
More details later. May the roads ye travel be festered with pots of golden rainbows, and a bunch of red balloons!!!
Fare ye well.
As you could probably imagine, I'm not in the best of moods right now. Reason? My books for a SINGLE TERM ran up a bill of $365.80. That's right. $365.80. Tatnuck Booksellers sucks. Never go there. Everything is overpriced. And how the hell does a "USED" book get shrink-wrapped?!? How am I to check through the pages to make sure there aren't sections ripped out, or to make sure that no one decided to be retarded and censor our important information?
Alright. Enough ranting. It ain't the worst thing that could happen to me, by far. The rest of the day is as follows:
1. I'm hydrating right now, because I want to run in a little while.
2. Run (4-5 miles)
3. Lift
4. Shower
5. Chopper Run
6. Supper
7. Relax
More details later. May the roads ye travel be festered with pots of golden rainbows, and a bunch of red balloons!!!
Fare ye well.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
K. Here's the deal. Been acting weird the past couple days. Yes, I know why, and what it is, but I'm not going to put it here. Hopefully it'll pass soon. And no, it's not depression. Something else has been bugging me. I'll write about it here once I come clean on something, but not before.
So, woke up today. Ate at Mannion's. Went through much grief over resume, and sending it out. Decided to go back to school tomorrow morning, and spend time with family tonight. Met my cousin's roommate Jen, and her sister, tonight. Good to see them again. Planning to see Eve6 with my cousins in the near future. I'd write more, but I'm wicked tired. Oh, and watching "Van Wilder" is not a good idea when your parents are around...trust me. They walked in on the part where he is having sex with that old secretary lady. Yuck. Paper bag, anyone?
Now I'm home. And thinking about life. Not a fun thing to do. But I'm confused. One situation that is really bugging me. When in doubt, go to God, and talk to Him. And I will.
Good night, all, sante, and stay safe.
So, woke up today. Ate at Mannion's. Went through much grief over resume, and sending it out. Decided to go back to school tomorrow morning, and spend time with family tonight. Met my cousin's roommate Jen, and her sister, tonight. Good to see them again. Planning to see Eve6 with my cousins in the near future. I'd write more, but I'm wicked tired. Oh, and watching "Van Wilder" is not a good idea when your parents are around...trust me. They walked in on the part where he is having sex with that old secretary lady. Yuck. Paper bag, anyone?
Now I'm home. And thinking about life. Not a fun thing to do. But I'm confused. One situation that is really bugging me. When in doubt, go to God, and talk to Him. And I will.
Good night, all, sante, and stay safe.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Alright, so I went out tonight. And anyone who called my cell phone evidently were not able to get through due to a weak signal. I don't know what the hell is up with Chuck's obsession with staying out late. So what if we're college-aged? That doesn't mean, by default, that we stay out all night--or that we should.
For one, it was 10:00 PM. All the malls closed down. Not all of us are 21 yet, and therefore bars are out of the question. The pool halls had closed, as had many restaurants. There is nothing left to do. Had this been the summer, and not have a negative wind chill, I could see the merit in walking around in the center of Boston. But since the wind chill was in negative numbers, why the hell should we freeze our asses off walking around, if there is nothing else to do in-town? Might as well go home, and meet up again the next afternoon to do it again!
Ok, here are the events of the night, in semi-chronological order.
Met up, Wallaston Station, at 4:50...evidently both Chuck and I showed up at 4:30, but he got off the train, and waited on the platform, while I had gone in the doors and waited downstairs. He noted my lateness, and we laughed about the coincidence. Anyways, he asked me to tell him my story, and I gave him the quick rundown, a very abbreviated version. I basically told him that I got stressed out and was diagnosed with a stress disorder and an anxiety disorder, due to this evil, evil, evil course (ES 2502, Stress Analysis...somewhat ironic, no?). Enough of that. That story sucks. Much better to talk about the good things in life.
Everyone else caught up with us at 5:00 PM, and we headed out to Park St., then switched to the Green Line and headed to Lechmere, and walked from there to the CambridgeSide Galleria.
From there, we walked around for a while, then gravitated towards Best Buy. Downstairs. Video game section. Demo stations available for play. Football. We're definitely all geeks/dorks/whatever the hell you want to call us. Chris rigged up a cool antenna system for a stereo.
Then it was time for food. As usual, Chuck complained about any food other than Il Panino. Damnit, you're too picky. As for me, any food would do. I ordered at Aladdin, which served Indian "cuisine"...the lamb curry tasted a little funny, but the naan was pretty good. Major Problem: Not being kicked out of Brookstones. Lost a few points off my ego because of that. I think the salesclerk there was hitting on me.
From there, it was off to NU's pool hall, where I summarily got beat down...quite humiliating, because I'm so used to being really good. Ah well, it was all in good fun. I'll just blame it on the stick. Yes! That's it! It was the stick's fault! Nah, everyone just has seemed to improve greatly since I last played them. Kudos to them. Damn good shots being played tonight, from everyone. Then we got kicked out. Chuck had this bright (aka stupid) idea to not go home, but instead to walk around and freeze our asses off. Mine got quite frozen solid. I don't know why he wants to stay out so late...if we were going to go to a club, great, but we weren't--no one really had enough to pay for cover charges. And once the T closed down at midnight, we'd be stranded, because none of us drove into Boston to begin with. So, by walking around, instead of going home, we accomplished three major goals. Goal #1: Did Nothing! Goal #2: Froze our asses off! Goal #3: Got annoyed with Chuck!
Mission accomplished. All in all, a good night. Can't wait to be able to do it again, once I'm home for the summer.
Repent or perish! Repent or perish! Don't be a masturbator, sodomizer, gay, lesbian, adulterer, or murderer! Repent or perish! Repent or perish! -- people in van driving around near NU station, Green Line. After this, I wonder if going to Ruggles instead would have been a better idea...
Forget heterosexual, homosexual, beast-sexual, hand-sexual, sexual this, sexual that, furry-sexual.
Here's a salute to retrosexualism:
The Code :
A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DATE.
A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that term only because they are female.
A Retrosexual DEALS with IT. Be it a flat tire, break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.
A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.
A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you.
A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap (possibly 2 endcaps if you include shaving goods.)
A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30 years old.
A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be. This falls under the "Dealing with IT" portion of The Code.
A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title.
A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in his house on national TV.
A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for women. Some is inevitable, but major re-invention of yourself will only lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she ain't worth it.
A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak treechipper accident, favorite sports team being moved to a different city, favorite bird dog expiring, etc. You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.
A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.
A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie - and ONLY a Windsor knot.
A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting.
A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can - or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you be.
A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign that your are riddled with fear, guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just plain fun to shoot.
Crying. There are very few reason that a retrosexaul may cry, and none of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release is swearing or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a retrosexual can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of a pet ( fish do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body part.
A retrosexual man's favorite movie isn't "Maid in Manhattan" (unless that refers to some foxy French maid sitting in a huge tub of brandy or whiskey), or "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Acceptable ones may include any of the Dirty Harry or Nameless Drifter movies (Clint in his better days), Rambo I or II, the Dirty Dozen, The Godfather trilogy, Scarface, The Road Warrior, The Die Hard series, Caddyshack, Rocky I, II, or III, Full Metal Jacket, any James Bond Movie, Raging Bull, Bullitt, any Bruce Lee movie, Apocalypse Now, Goodfellas, Reservoir Dogs, Fight Club, Cool Hand Luke, etc...
When a retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a commuter train, and a pregnant woman, hell, any woman gets on, that retrosexual stands up and offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so called men still in their seats with a disgusted "you punks" look on his face.
A retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge properly, and with the correct emphasis and pronunciation. He also knows the words to the Star Spangled Banner.
A retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when
married/engaged in a serious healthy relationship - I.E. hunting,
boxing, shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance.
A retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.
A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard) without
sliding all over or driving under 20 mph, without anxiety, and
without high-centering his ride on a plow berm.
A retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he damn well wanted it to land.
A retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but any elderly person or person in military dress (except officers above 2nd Lt .) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but the retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them for serving their country.
A retrosexual man doesn't need a contract, a handshake is good
enough. He will always stand by his word even if circumstances change or the other person deceived him.
A retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT.
For one, it was 10:00 PM. All the malls closed down. Not all of us are 21 yet, and therefore bars are out of the question. The pool halls had closed, as had many restaurants. There is nothing left to do. Had this been the summer, and not have a negative wind chill, I could see the merit in walking around in the center of Boston. But since the wind chill was in negative numbers, why the hell should we freeze our asses off walking around, if there is nothing else to do in-town? Might as well go home, and meet up again the next afternoon to do it again!
Ok, here are the events of the night, in semi-chronological order.
Met up, Wallaston Station, at 4:50...evidently both Chuck and I showed up at 4:30, but he got off the train, and waited on the platform, while I had gone in the doors and waited downstairs. He noted my lateness, and we laughed about the coincidence. Anyways, he asked me to tell him my story, and I gave him the quick rundown, a very abbreviated version. I basically told him that I got stressed out and was diagnosed with a stress disorder and an anxiety disorder, due to this evil, evil, evil course (ES 2502, Stress Analysis...somewhat ironic, no?). Enough of that. That story sucks. Much better to talk about the good things in life.
Everyone else caught up with us at 5:00 PM, and we headed out to Park St., then switched to the Green Line and headed to Lechmere, and walked from there to the CambridgeSide Galleria.
From there, we walked around for a while, then gravitated towards Best Buy. Downstairs. Video game section. Demo stations available for play. Football. We're definitely all geeks/dorks/whatever the hell you want to call us. Chris rigged up a cool antenna system for a stereo.
Then it was time for food. As usual, Chuck complained about any food other than Il Panino. Damnit, you're too picky. As for me, any food would do. I ordered at Aladdin, which served Indian "cuisine"...the lamb curry tasted a little funny, but the naan was pretty good. Major Problem: Not being kicked out of Brookstones. Lost a few points off my ego because of that. I think the salesclerk there was hitting on me.
From there, it was off to NU's pool hall, where I summarily got beat down...quite humiliating, because I'm so used to being really good. Ah well, it was all in good fun. I'll just blame it on the stick. Yes! That's it! It was the stick's fault! Nah, everyone just has seemed to improve greatly since I last played them. Kudos to them. Damn good shots being played tonight, from everyone. Then we got kicked out. Chuck had this bright (aka stupid) idea to not go home, but instead to walk around and freeze our asses off. Mine got quite frozen solid. I don't know why he wants to stay out so late...if we were going to go to a club, great, but we weren't--no one really had enough to pay for cover charges. And once the T closed down at midnight, we'd be stranded, because none of us drove into Boston to begin with. So, by walking around, instead of going home, we accomplished three major goals. Goal #1: Did Nothing! Goal #2: Froze our asses off! Goal #3: Got annoyed with Chuck!
Mission accomplished. All in all, a good night. Can't wait to be able to do it again, once I'm home for the summer.
Repent or perish! Repent or perish! Don't be a masturbator, sodomizer, gay, lesbian, adulterer, or murderer! Repent or perish! Repent or perish! -- people in van driving around near NU station, Green Line. After this, I wonder if going to Ruggles instead would have been a better idea...
Forget heterosexual, homosexual, beast-sexual, hand-sexual, sexual this, sexual that, furry-sexual.
Here's a salute to retrosexualism:
The Code :
A Retrosexual, no matter what the women insists, PAYS FOR THE DATE.
A Retrosexual opens doors for a lady. Even for the ones that fit that term only because they are female.
A Retrosexual DEALS with IT. Be it a flat tire, break-in into your home, or a natural disaster, you DEAL WITH IT.
A Retrosexual not only eats red meat, he often kills it himself.
A Retrosexual doesn't worry about living to be 90. It's not how long you live, but how well. If you're 90 years old and still smoking cigars and drinking, I salute you.
A Retrosexual does not use more hair or skin products than a woman. Women have several supermarket aisles of stuff. Retrosexuals need an endcap (possibly 2 endcaps if you include shaving goods.)
A Retrosexual does not dress in clothes from Hot Topic when he's 30 years old.
A Retrosexual should know how to properly kill stuff (or people) if need be. This falls under the "Dealing with IT" portion of The Code.
A Retrosexual watches no TV show with "Queer" in the title.
A Retrosexual does not let neighbors screw up rooms in his house on national TV.
A Retrosexual should not give up excessive amounts of manliness for women. Some is inevitable, but major re-invention of yourself will only lead to you becoming a froo-froo little puss, and in the long run, she ain't worth it.
A Retrosexual is allowed to seek professional help for major mental stress such as drug/alcohol addiction, death of your entire family in a freak treechipper accident, favorite sports team being moved to a different city, favorite bird dog expiring, etc. You are NOT allowed to see a shrink because Daddy didn't pay you enough attention. Daddy was busy DEALING WITH IT. When you screwed up, he DEALT with you.
A Retrosexual will have at least one outfit in his wardrobe designed to conceal himself from prey.
A Retrosexual knows how to tie a Windsor knot when wearing a tie - and ONLY a Windsor knot.
A Retrosexual should have at least one good wound he can brag about getting.
A Retrosexual knows how to use a basic set of tools. If you can't hammer a nail, or drill a straight hole, practice in secret until you can - or be rightfully ridiculed for the wuss you be.
A Retrosexual knows that owning a gun is not a sign that your are riddled with fear, guns are TOOLS and are often essential to DEAL WITH IT. Plus it's just plain fun to shoot.
Crying. There are very few reason that a retrosexaul may cry, and none of them have to do with TV commercials, movies, or soap operas. Sports teams are sometimes a reason to cry, but the preferred method of release is swearing or throwing the remote control. Some reasons a retrosexual can cry include (but are not limited to) death of a loved one, death of a pet ( fish do NOT count as pets in this case), loss of a major body part.
A retrosexual man's favorite movie isn't "Maid in Manhattan" (unless that refers to some foxy French maid sitting in a huge tub of brandy or whiskey), or "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Acceptable ones may include any of the Dirty Harry or Nameless Drifter movies (Clint in his better days), Rambo I or II, the Dirty Dozen, The Godfather trilogy, Scarface, The Road Warrior, The Die Hard series, Caddyshack, Rocky I, II, or III, Full Metal Jacket, any James Bond Movie, Raging Bull, Bullitt, any Bruce Lee movie, Apocalypse Now, Goodfellas, Reservoir Dogs, Fight Club, Cool Hand Luke, etc...
When a retrosexual is on a crowded bus and or a commuter train, and a pregnant woman, hell, any woman gets on, that retrosexual stands up and offers his seat to that woman, then looks around at the other so called men still in their seats with a disgusted "you punks" look on his face.
A retrosexual knows how to say the Pledge properly, and with the correct emphasis and pronunciation. He also knows the words to the Star Spangled Banner.
A retrosexual will have hobbies and habits his wife and mother do not understand, but that are essential to his manliness, in that they offset the acceptable manliness decline he suffers when
married/engaged in a serious healthy relationship - I.E. hunting,
boxing, shot putting, shooting, cigars, car maintenance.
A retrosexual knows how to sharpen his own knives and kitchen utensils.
A Retrosexual man can drive in snow (hell, a blizzard) without
sliding all over or driving under 20 mph, without anxiety, and
without high-centering his ride on a plow berm.
A retrosexual man can chop down a tree and make it land where he wants. Wherever it lands is where he damn well wanted it to land.
A retrosexual will give up his seat on a bus to not only any women but any elderly person or person in military dress (except officers above 2nd Lt .) NOTE: The person in military dress may turn down the offer but the retrosexual man will ALWAYS make the offer to them and thank them for serving their country.
A retrosexual man doesn't need a contract, a handshake is good
enough. He will always stand by his word even if circumstances change or the other person deceived him.
A retrosexual man doesn't immediately look to sue someone when he does something stupid and hurts himself. We understand that sometimes in the process of doing things we get hurt and we just DEAL WITH IT.
Friday, March 12, 2004
Cead Mile Failte!
First off, go here (THIS MEANS YOU, CHRIS): Cat With Hands
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck two fuckers fuck...FUCK!
That's some creepy stuff there...Chris is going to love it. So damned freaky.
So, here's my deal. ABSOLUTELY NADA. Just had this huge meal, and I made the big mistake of having dairy products mixed with citric acid...Ugh...it feels like my stomach is curdling...
Anyways, I'm going to shower soon. Make sure I'm clean for when I go out pimpin' tonight. You know, gotta get the chicks. You know me. Always get 'em.
Then head to Wally at 4:30 and meet Chuck there. Then go who knows where. It shouldn't be too bad. Keyword: shouldn't.
Today is my last day home. Vacation is over for me. This hasn't been a vacation.
The only part of this vacation that I've had any fun was at the beginning. Starting Friday morning. And it ended Saturday night. Other than that: vacation sucked. No one was around for me to hang out with.
Oh well, guess that's the luck of the draw, eh?
Take care, see y'all later.
First off, go here (THIS MEANS YOU, CHRIS): Cat With Hands
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck two fuckers fuck...FUCK!
That's some creepy stuff there...Chris is going to love it. So damned freaky.
So, here's my deal. ABSOLUTELY NADA. Just had this huge meal, and I made the big mistake of having dairy products mixed with citric acid...Ugh...it feels like my stomach is curdling...
Anyways, I'm going to shower soon. Make sure I'm clean for when I go out pimpin' tonight. You know, gotta get the chicks. You know me. Always get 'em.
Then head to Wally at 4:30 and meet Chuck there. Then go who knows where. It shouldn't be too bad. Keyword: shouldn't.
Today is my last day home. Vacation is over for me. This hasn't been a vacation.
The only part of this vacation that I've had any fun was at the beginning. Starting Friday morning. And it ended Saturday night. Other than that: vacation sucked. No one was around for me to hang out with.
Oh well, guess that's the luck of the draw, eh?
Take care, see y'all later.
Yeah, I said "I'll be back."
And here I am. With nothing to say. Except that life is confusing. And therefore I am very confused as to how to live it.
It's time, methinks, for I to go off to kuckucksheim dreamworld...mesa tired...oh so tired *Yellow goo flies out of mouth* Stay with me! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, I'm confused. Help would be appreciated.
Too much Pocket Tanks. Not enough Pocket Rockets...
NOTE: When I say "Pocket Rockets", I am referring to being dealt a pair of Aces in the pocket, when playing Texas Hold'Em. This explanation is here so that Lexan does not think I'm a sick bastard. Or Chris, either. I don't know what was going through YOUR heads though, you sick fucks. :-P
Good night everyone...do svidanja! Sante!
And here I am. With nothing to say. Except that life is confusing. And therefore I am very confused as to how to live it.
It's time, methinks, for I to go off to kuckucksheim dreamworld...mesa tired...oh so tired *Yellow goo flies out of mouth* Stay with me! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, I'm confused. Help would be appreciated.
Too much Pocket Tanks. Not enough Pocket Rockets...
NOTE: When I say "Pocket Rockets", I am referring to being dealt a pair of Aces in the pocket, when playing Texas Hold'Em. This explanation is here so that Lexan does not think I'm a sick bastard. Or Chris, either. I don't know what was going through YOUR heads though, you sick fucks. :-P
Good night everyone...do svidanja! Sante!
Thursday, March 11, 2004
A great tragedy has occurred today. Over 190 people have been killed in a terrorist attack that targetted Madrid's transportation system, with over 1200 more injured by the 10 explosions.
I was very afraid for Sara, but she is okay...well, physically. She's really shaken up, in a state of shock.
This part of the post is in remembrance of those who lost their lives and those who will be forever be less visibly scarred. Please take a moment of silence in their honor and memory.
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Thank you. Sara, please be careful during the demonstration tomorrow (well, today for you).
Aight. Here's the dilly-y0. 1337!
Today was pretty boring. Woke up. Played "Pocket Tanks" for a while. Ate. Started to watch "Army of Darkness" (Evil Dead III). Got a little bored (watched it WAY too many times). Shop smart! Shop S-Mart!
Then I ate more. Then more....and even more! Then I decided to make myself an egg-a-moopy muffin. Then we had chicken nuggets, fries, and latkes (potato pancakes) for supper. I was still hungry, so I ate more. And more...my hunger just can't be satiated today. I'm still not full yet.
Anyways, let's stop talking about my hunger. I finished my resume today.
Aye, then it was time to head out to Best Buy. Pain in the ass. I'm doing what every good young gentleman should do (poke around the PC Game section)...and the people won't stop bugging me! Every two seconds, they'd be like "can I help you?" "can I help you" "have a free magazine subscription!" "is there any way I might help you?"...*BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH* AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
Now, if I attracted women like that, there would be no problem. But these were salesmen...male salesmen. See, if I attracted chicks like that, I'd be like "oooh yeah". But I don't. So I'm like "ooooh no". Sort of like Duff Man. "Duff Man...can't breathe! Oh no!"
Yeah, I miss talking to people. See, my break is sandwiched in between everyone elses. AKA, I don't have anyone to hang out with. And therefore, the most I do for human interaction is go online and message people...but there's no one to message, except for like 2 minutes, because they're all off to bed to get up for school in the morning. And therefore, I'm getting lonely.
Loneliness! Bah!
Tomorrow is looking up for me, because I'll get to go out with the guys. Meeting Chuck at Wallaston Station at 4:30--a half hour before everyone else because I need to get the story off my chest because he's been worried. Then it's off to Crazy Land.
Friday night will be my entire break. Well, except for BAE Regional in Manchester...which was possibly one of the best times of my life. It was just a huge blast. Not only did I have one hell of a time, but I figured a few things out about my life there.
Well, there was this one time at band camp.......best leave that story untold...hehehe.
Anyways, I should have another update tonight, where I'll actually talk about stuff.
I was very afraid for Sara, but she is okay...well, physically. She's really shaken up, in a state of shock.
This part of the post is in remembrance of those who lost their lives and those who will be forever be less visibly scarred. Please take a moment of silence in their honor and memory.
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Thank you. Sara, please be careful during the demonstration tomorrow (well, today for you).
Aight. Here's the dilly-y0. 1337!
Today was pretty boring. Woke up. Played "Pocket Tanks" for a while. Ate. Started to watch "Army of Darkness" (Evil Dead III). Got a little bored (watched it WAY too many times). Shop smart! Shop S-Mart!
Then I ate more. Then more....and even more! Then I decided to make myself an egg-a-moopy muffin. Then we had chicken nuggets, fries, and latkes (potato pancakes) for supper. I was still hungry, so I ate more. And more...my hunger just can't be satiated today. I'm still not full yet.
Anyways, let's stop talking about my hunger. I finished my resume today.
Aye, then it was time to head out to Best Buy. Pain in the ass. I'm doing what every good young gentleman should do (poke around the PC Game section)...and the people won't stop bugging me! Every two seconds, they'd be like "can I help you?" "can I help you" "have a free magazine subscription!" "is there any way I might help you?"...*BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH* AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
Now, if I attracted women like that, there would be no problem. But these were salesmen...male salesmen. See, if I attracted chicks like that, I'd be like "oooh yeah". But I don't. So I'm like "ooooh no". Sort of like Duff Man. "Duff Man...can't breathe! Oh no!"
Yeah, I miss talking to people. See, my break is sandwiched in between everyone elses. AKA, I don't have anyone to hang out with. And therefore, the most I do for human interaction is go online and message people...but there's no one to message, except for like 2 minutes, because they're all off to bed to get up for school in the morning. And therefore, I'm getting lonely.
Loneliness! Bah!
Tomorrow is looking up for me, because I'll get to go out with the guys. Meeting Chuck at Wallaston Station at 4:30--a half hour before everyone else because I need to get the story off my chest because he's been worried. Then it's off to Crazy Land.
Friday night will be my entire break. Well, except for BAE Regional in Manchester...which was possibly one of the best times of my life. It was just a huge blast. Not only did I have one hell of a time, but I figured a few things out about my life there.
Well, there was this one time at band camp.......best leave that story untold...hehehe.
Anyways, I should have another update tonight, where I'll actually talk about stuff.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Hey hey! Good day to you!
I've been listening to the same two DKM songs over and over and over again (mmm...repeat mode...mmmm...rawr)..."The Gauntlet" and "The Guns of Brixton".
I tried watching Pulp Fiction, but I just couldn't do it. Just too "blah" today, so far.
Things I'm doing right now: e-mailing my cousin, listening to DKM, writing my resume, and updating my blog. How's that for multi-tasking? Micro$oft should hire me, those cheap fuckers. I'm the epitome of doing too many things at once. I'm like Windows ME! ...ummm...without the sucking, that is.
"And this is what a normal tennis ball sounds like...and this is what one of my weighted tennis balls sounds like...this is what the radio sounds like...this is what my hair sounds like..."
Shit. I was writing this blog for a reason. Now y'all drew me off track and I've forgotten it. Thanks a fucking lot, guys.
Random Red vs. Blue!
DuFrayne: "I'm a pacifist!"
Caboose: "You're a thing that babies suck on..."
Tucker: "No, dude, that's a pedophile!"
Church: "Tucker? I think he means a pacifier."
Tucker: "Oh, right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.."
Tucker, you're NEVER GOING TO PICK UP CHICKS, OK? CAN YOU GET THROUGH THAT PUNY LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS? First, you're in a canyon, with no way in, and no way out!. Secondly, Tex is half-woman, half-shark, who won't even sleep with you! Thirdly, you can't pick up chicks in a tank! *Sigh* At least he didn't fall in love with the big tank lady. Caboose, you're a retard. Church, you rock.
I'm going off to shower in a little while, get ready for the robotics meeting...and I hope that we will be allowed to go to Atlanta this year. I don't mean to sound pretentious (but I will, anyways...damnit), but our robot can win. It has that potential. Our drive team, while all rookies ('cept for Mini-Chernicki), have the discipline it takes. Ok, enough kissing my own ass. I just want to be able to go to nationals again. Especially after we were refused the opportunity to go Senior year, despite winning a regional, and being eligible anyways. "Don't give in to the terrorists" DOES NOT MEAN "keep the kids home! lock them up! we must keep them safe from the non-existent terrorist attacks!". That's still a sore spot. Especially since that was my year as one of the primary drivers.
Ah well, shit happens, and the past is the past, and I can't change it. Though I must admit that I was extremely proud just to be on the drive team, regardless of position.
They're gonna come when you're not ready, when you're not too well prepared. Gonna prey upon your weakness, no man's soul is ever spared. You've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them, show 'em what it's all about. This man is not for sale, there will be no backing down!
Alright, back to work. There WILL be an update later...only if you pay me $2!
I've been listening to the same two DKM songs over and over and over again (mmm...repeat mode...mmmm...rawr)..."The Gauntlet" and "The Guns of Brixton".
I tried watching Pulp Fiction, but I just couldn't do it. Just too "blah" today, so far.
Things I'm doing right now: e-mailing my cousin, listening to DKM, writing my resume, and updating my blog. How's that for multi-tasking? Micro$oft should hire me, those cheap fuckers. I'm the epitome of doing too many things at once. I'm like Windows ME! ...ummm...without the sucking, that is.
"And this is what a normal tennis ball sounds like...and this is what one of my weighted tennis balls sounds like...this is what the radio sounds like...this is what my hair sounds like..."
Shit. I was writing this blog for a reason. Now y'all drew me off track and I've forgotten it. Thanks a fucking lot, guys.
Random Red vs. Blue!
DuFrayne: "I'm a pacifist!"
Caboose: "You're a thing that babies suck on..."
Tucker: "No, dude, that's a pedophile!"
Church: "Tucker? I think he means a pacifier."
Tucker: "Oh, right. Man, I was totally thinking about something else.."
Tucker, you're NEVER GOING TO PICK UP CHICKS, OK? CAN YOU GET THROUGH THAT PUNY LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS? First, you're in a canyon, with no way in, and no way out!. Secondly, Tex is half-woman, half-shark, who won't even sleep with you! Thirdly, you can't pick up chicks in a tank! *Sigh* At least he didn't fall in love with the big tank lady. Caboose, you're a retard. Church, you rock.
I'm going off to shower in a little while, get ready for the robotics meeting...and I hope that we will be allowed to go to Atlanta this year. I don't mean to sound pretentious (but I will, anyways...damnit), but our robot can win. It has that potential. Our drive team, while all rookies ('cept for Mini-Chernicki), have the discipline it takes. Ok, enough kissing my own ass. I just want to be able to go to nationals again. Especially after we were refused the opportunity to go Senior year, despite winning a regional, and being eligible anyways. "Don't give in to the terrorists" DOES NOT MEAN "keep the kids home! lock them up! we must keep them safe from the non-existent terrorist attacks!". That's still a sore spot. Especially since that was my year as one of the primary drivers.
Ah well, shit happens, and the past is the past, and I can't change it. Though I must admit that I was extremely proud just to be on the drive team, regardless of position.
They're gonna come when you're not ready, when you're not too well prepared. Gonna prey upon your weakness, no man's soul is ever spared. You've got to stand up, yeah, and fight them, show 'em what it's all about. This man is not for sale, there will be no backing down!
Alright, back to work. There WILL be an update later...only if you pay me $2!
Finished up The Usual Suspects. *Snore* Boring film, except for the end. Probably because I was distracted through a good part of it. Great plot twist at the end. My mouth dropped down to the floor. Yes, I know it's not anatomically possible, but maybe...just maybe I wanted to lick the floor. Ok, that's disgusting...back to something useful and meaningful...
Alright, so I have no clue who Sigma (Kevin) is. But I decided to check out his live journal, nonetheless. I like his Pants Party rules. Not knowing him personally made reading the rest of the front page of it difficult, but still was informative and interesting (it CAN be done!).
Saw this thing for this wing test thingey he had there. Now, I had to take it twice. One question had two options I would consider equally, and it gave me different answers based on the path I picked.
So here you will find two large (possibly annoying) pictures, followed by lots of text...assuming all goes well.
I'll put my first result first, and the second result, well, second.
Well, first, my synopsis. Because you won't want to read anything beyond maybe the next two lines, in any case. You just want to look at the pictures, don't you? Well wait your damned turn!
On Result #1: If it were a month ago, I'd agree with it completely, as I was really f*cked up and everything. But now I'll partially agree with it, but I most certainly am not wallowing in pain. The rest of it sort of nails down my personality pretty well. I don't know whether to take that as a good thing, or a horrid thing. Perhaps both?
On Result #2: Aye, this was me, with the other option selected. It does nail me down, including being taken advantage of. Not the greatest part of this, but hell, everything's got a drawback.
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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BUZZ OFF!
Hey, where'd everyone go? COME BACK! I WUV YOU! DON'T GO! *waves hand* SLEEP! (Damnit, I hate it when that happens!)
Alright, so I have no clue who Sigma (Kevin) is. But I decided to check out his live journal, nonetheless. I like his Pants Party rules. Not knowing him personally made reading the rest of the front page of it difficult, but still was informative and interesting (it CAN be done!).
Saw this thing for this wing test thingey he had there. Now, I had to take it twice. One question had two options I would consider equally, and it gave me different answers based on the path I picked.
So here you will find two large (possibly annoying) pictures, followed by lots of text...assuming all goes well.
I'll put my first result first, and the second result, well, second.
Well, first, my synopsis. Because you won't want to read anything beyond maybe the next two lines, in any case. You just want to look at the pictures, don't you? Well wait your damned turn!
On Result #1: If it were a month ago, I'd agree with it completely, as I was really f*cked up and everything. But now I'll partially agree with it, but I most certainly am not wallowing in pain. The rest of it sort of nails down my personality pretty well. I don't know whether to take that as a good thing, or a horrid thing. Perhaps both?
On Result #2: Aye, this was me, with the other option selected. It does nail me down, including being taken advantage of. Not the greatest part of this, but hell, everything's got a drawback.
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don't ever
change - the world needs more people like you.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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BUZZ OFF!
Hey, where'd everyone go? COME BACK! I WUV YOU! DON'T GO! *waves hand* SLEEP! (Damnit, I hate it when that happens!)
*Smashes head against wall*
So damned confused! I don't understand!
Bah! Life is too confusing. I need to get answers. I don't know how. So terribly confused.
...And so life moves on...FUBARed as usual...go me...
So damned confused! I don't understand!
Bah! Life is too confusing. I need to get answers. I don't know how. So terribly confused.
...And so life moves on...FUBARed as usual...go me...
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Aye, it's me again. Don't you people ever get tired of me? I mean, I do. I am pretty tired of myself.
So, after I finished with that movie named Dark City I decided to watch Oh Brother Where Art Thou, and found it somewhat amusing, though boring at times...it just really couldn't hold my attention. I did like the Maverick references in there...or is it the other way around? I don't know which one came out first.
Then I ate another egg. I'm getting to be one of those big, ripped, chick-magnets...seriously! All that protein does a body good! Ok, fine, so my dreams aren't coming true. Doesn't mean I can't dream! MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Looking at Toph's profile reminded me that grades for C-Term, 2004 have been posted. Let's get a rundown:
Cognitive Thinking (aka the "I LIKE SEX! THIS IS HOW I HAVE SEX! I WANT SEX RIGHT NOW! GIVE ME SEX! SEX IS GOOD FOR ME! BUSH IS BAD! NARCOTICS ARE SWEET! COMMUNISM IS GOOD! COMMUNAL SEX IS EVEN BETTER! HERE'S WHERE I LIVE, YOU'RE ALL INVITED...CLOTHES HIGHLY DISCOURAGED!" class): B
Thermodynamics (aka the "oh, this problem is simple...6 Hours later...don't worry! it gets easier!...6 hours later...almost there!...next morning...DONE!): B
Sufficiency (aka the first project required for graduation, which I slacked off on and severely procrastinated for): A
I really wish I had received an "A" in Thermodynamics, but a B is a B, and it's passing, and I'm very happy with it. After (*dun dun dun*) Stress Analysis, I'm extremely happy just to pass anything...and getting a "B" or higher makes me ecstatic!
That psych class was good for one thing: learning memorization techniques...and that was about it. If I had listened to him for more than two seconds every day, I probably could have learned some techniques for sex, but hell, that's just fucking weird (*puke*).
In celebration for the grades, my parents took me out to supper, where I ate a monster course of meatloaf at the 99...("Mile High Meatloaf"...should've complained about the false advertising...but hot damn that was alot of food!).
We had to check out the glass to Hollywood Video (which is located right next door, for those of you who aren't familiar with the area), because late last night or early this morning, there was an attempted break-in which was thwarted when the suspect tried to smash through the glass, and succeeded to slice open a major artery in his leg, and he bled to death. Whomever replaced the glass did a damn good job...along which whomever got stuck with cleanup duty. Sad to hear the guy died...sure, he was a criminal, but hell, death isn't warranted for a break-in for a few movies. I guess he learned that glass was sharp the hard way.
Now it's time for some Red vs. Blue! I'll be back with more exciting news from the communistic democratic authoritarian republican anarchy of Matthew...if that made any sense whatsoever.
So, after I finished with that movie named Dark City I decided to watch Oh Brother Where Art Thou, and found it somewhat amusing, though boring at times...it just really couldn't hold my attention. I did like the Maverick references in there...or is it the other way around? I don't know which one came out first.
Then I ate another egg. I'm getting to be one of those big, ripped, chick-magnets...seriously! All that protein does a body good! Ok, fine, so my dreams aren't coming true. Doesn't mean I can't dream! MUAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Looking at Toph's profile reminded me that grades for C-Term, 2004 have been posted. Let's get a rundown:
Cognitive Thinking (aka the "I LIKE SEX! THIS IS HOW I HAVE SEX! I WANT SEX RIGHT NOW! GIVE ME SEX! SEX IS GOOD FOR ME! BUSH IS BAD! NARCOTICS ARE SWEET! COMMUNISM IS GOOD! COMMUNAL SEX IS EVEN BETTER! HERE'S WHERE I LIVE, YOU'RE ALL INVITED...CLOTHES HIGHLY DISCOURAGED!" class): B
Thermodynamics (aka the "oh, this problem is simple...6 Hours later...don't worry! it gets easier!...6 hours later...almost there!...next morning...DONE!): B
Sufficiency (aka the first project required for graduation, which I slacked off on and severely procrastinated for): A
I really wish I had received an "A" in Thermodynamics, but a B is a B, and it's passing, and I'm very happy with it. After (*dun dun dun*) Stress Analysis, I'm extremely happy just to pass anything...and getting a "B" or higher makes me ecstatic!
That psych class was good for one thing: learning memorization techniques...and that was about it. If I had listened to him for more than two seconds every day, I probably could have learned some techniques for sex, but hell, that's just fucking weird (*puke*).
In celebration for the grades, my parents took me out to supper, where I ate a monster course of meatloaf at the 99...("Mile High Meatloaf"...should've complained about the false advertising...but hot damn that was alot of food!).
We had to check out the glass to Hollywood Video (which is located right next door, for those of you who aren't familiar with the area), because late last night or early this morning, there was an attempted break-in which was thwarted when the suspect tried to smash through the glass, and succeeded to slice open a major artery in his leg, and he bled to death. Whomever replaced the glass did a damn good job...along which whomever got stuck with cleanup duty. Sad to hear the guy died...sure, he was a criminal, but hell, death isn't warranted for a break-in for a few movies. I guess he learned that glass was sharp the hard way.
Now it's time for some Red vs. Blue! I'll be back with more exciting news from the communistic democratic authoritarian republican anarchy of Matthew...if that made any sense whatsoever.
MY HEAD HURTS!!!
Ok, quick update on today's activities, because I have nothing
better to do than be a geek and document every little thing I do.
Woke up at about 8:30 (six hours sleep...still got another 3 weeks
to make up!), showered, listened to some Dropkick Murphys,
and then left at about 9:00 for my 9:30 dentist's appointment.
It was slippery out, but I made it there and back again, in one piece. They told me that they were very disappointed: I didn't have a single thing wrong with my teeth, and therefore taking away from their business.
I think I should abuse them more, then. SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR
Anyways, walk back, threw in Dark City. Shit. That movie makes my head hurt. Paused it about halfway to cook up some lunch (egg-a-moopy breakfast sandwich!). Almost drank orange juice right after milk (never a good idea).
Now, I don't know how to explain Dark City. Take Momento, mix it with some Star Wars, Dune, Pokemon, Back to the Future, and then maybe throw in some low-quality porn just for good measure.
That movie is fucked up. I WANT TO KILL THINGS AND EAT THEM. KILL! EAT! KILL! EAT!
See what you've done, Chris? You're turning me into a memory-swapping, whore-stabbing, brain-munching dead guy! And what the hell was up with that undead kid? Shit, that kid freaked me out more than that kid from Equilibrium, you know, John Preston's son?
You know, whomever wrote the script must have been wicked wicked stoned to even think up this concept. How'd this movie do at the box office? I'll bet you anything it bombed.
Now, it WAS a good movie, and it was quite enjoyable...just sort of "out there"...and by "out there" I literally mean REALLY FUCKING OUT THERE.
Anyways, currently listening to more Dropkick Murphys. I don't know what else to do.
Wait, I've got to work on my resume so I can submit it to a few companies ASAP.
da dun da da da dun da da da dun dadaddoo dod doo dooo doo dod dododododod d
Hmmm...momentary insanity...great...
WELCOME TO THE GIGGLELOOP. TO KNOW OF THE GIGGLELOOP, IS TO BE PART OF THE GIGGLELOOP.
Now off to do something constructive...or watch another movie...
Ok, quick update on today's activities, because I have nothing
better to do than be a geek and document every little thing I do.
Woke up at about 8:30 (six hours sleep...still got another 3 weeks
to make up!), showered, listened to some Dropkick Murphys,
and then left at about 9:00 for my 9:30 dentist's appointment.
It was slippery out, but I made it there and back again, in one piece. They told me that they were very disappointed: I didn't have a single thing wrong with my teeth, and therefore taking away from their business.
I think I should abuse them more, then. SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR
Anyways, walk back, threw in Dark City. Shit. That movie makes my head hurt. Paused it about halfway to cook up some lunch (egg-a-moopy breakfast sandwich!). Almost drank orange juice right after milk (never a good idea).
Now, I don't know how to explain Dark City. Take Momento, mix it with some Star Wars, Dune, Pokemon, Back to the Future, and then maybe throw in some low-quality porn just for good measure.
That movie is fucked up. I WANT TO KILL THINGS AND EAT THEM. KILL! EAT! KILL! EAT!
See what you've done, Chris? You're turning me into a memory-swapping, whore-stabbing, brain-munching dead guy! And what the hell was up with that undead kid? Shit, that kid freaked me out more than that kid from Equilibrium, you know, John Preston's son?
You know, whomever wrote the script must have been wicked wicked stoned to even think up this concept. How'd this movie do at the box office? I'll bet you anything it bombed.
Now, it WAS a good movie, and it was quite enjoyable...just sort of "out there"...and by "out there" I literally mean REALLY FUCKING OUT THERE.
Anyways, currently listening to more Dropkick Murphys. I don't know what else to do.
Wait, I've got to work on my resume so I can submit it to a few companies ASAP.
da dun da da da dun da da da dun dadaddoo dod doo dooo doo dod dododododod d
Hmmm...momentary insanity...great...
WELCOME TO THE GIGGLELOOP. TO KNOW OF THE GIGGLELOOP, IS TO BE PART OF THE GIGGLELOOP.
Now off to do something constructive...or watch another movie...
Monday, March 08, 2004
Alright. I've just responded before the deadline to CJ's "Pants Party Challenge". Though I must confess it should be a party where people don't wear pants, rather than what I put. You know, what I do most of the time.
Ok, here is what I did today:
-Woke up. Did not smash face on floor.
-Ate breakfast...IN THE MORNING! (damned phone call!)
-Got bored...oh so bored...and went for a walk, and ended up a Church, then visiting my old high school.
-Slept until supper.
-Ate supper.
-Slept.
-Woke up, watched Simpson's and part of Fear Factor (retarded show) with my family. Still extremely tired.
-Talked to Chris. Talked to a piece of lexan. Talked to myself. Did some thinking. Felt better. Currently talking to Russ. He must be rubbing off on me. For some reason I'm getting more and more interested in cars.
-Soon to attempt to catch up on sleep.
-This "bulletted" style of posting is really annoying for me. Is it pissing you off, too?
-If so, good. I'll keep posting this way.
-We left a 5 minute, 35 second message on Collins' cell phone, Friday night. "And this is what the radio sounds like...and this is what the radio sounds like on a helicopter...and this is what Matt's hat sounds like"
Yes, my scally CAP has a sound!
And we learned just how much fun an air compressor can be. Thank goodness it was not used during the "Crotch Game". That would be a major pain. Literally. I don't know if we'd have balls left if we did use it. Ok, let's get off that train of thought. It's not a pleasant one for me. Nor for any [sane] man.
Back to the world of my sanity ("It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small, small world!").
I canceled my appointment with the head-shrink. No need. Not anymore.
Me: Rob, did you know that a condom can get that big?
Rob: Yes, every time I put one on!
Me: .........
(We used an air compressor to blow a condem up to about 3 feet long...I'd be VERY scared of a man who would need a "magnum" condem). I'm VERY glad the young lady from 241 did not enter the room at this point in time.
Ok, here is what I did today:
-Woke up. Did not smash face on floor.
-Ate breakfast...IN THE MORNING! (damned phone call!)
-Got bored...oh so bored...and went for a walk, and ended up a Church, then visiting my old high school.
-Slept until supper.
-Ate supper.
-Slept.
-Woke up, watched Simpson's and part of Fear Factor (retarded show) with my family. Still extremely tired.
-Talked to Chris. Talked to a piece of lexan. Talked to myself. Did some thinking. Felt better. Currently talking to Russ. He must be rubbing off on me. For some reason I'm getting more and more interested in cars.
-Soon to attempt to catch up on sleep.
-This "bulletted" style of posting is really annoying for me. Is it pissing you off, too?
-If so, good. I'll keep posting this way.
-We left a 5 minute, 35 second message on Collins' cell phone, Friday night. "And this is what the radio sounds like...and this is what the radio sounds like on a helicopter...and this is what Matt's hat sounds like"
Yes, my scally CAP has a sound!
And we learned just how much fun an air compressor can be. Thank goodness it was not used during the "Crotch Game". That would be a major pain. Literally. I don't know if we'd have balls left if we did use it. Ok, let's get off that train of thought. It's not a pleasant one for me. Nor for any [sane] man.
Back to the world of my sanity ("It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small, small world!").
I canceled my appointment with the head-shrink. No need. Not anymore.
Me: Rob, did you know that a condom can get that big?
Rob: Yes, every time I put one on!
Me: .........
(We used an air compressor to blow a condem up to about 3 feet long...I'd be VERY scared of a man who would need a "magnum" condem). I'm VERY glad the young lady from 241 did not enter the room at this point in time.
Ok, in response to Chris's challenge (to be referred to as "CJ Fox's Booty Joke of the Week" or CJFBJotW for short), here is my post for a "Pants Party", and what it entails.
[Content editted out due to polite request. Was not meant to be offensive.]
WARNING!: This post is not for minors, due to possible (and very very likely) nakedity and bootiness. THIS MEANS YOU!
PANTS PARTY RULES!
Few sentences? Check. 10 rules? Check. Insanity? Oh fucking hell yeah! Erm...check.
Rules: A pants party is where everyone shows up, wearing pants. It is a contest, where the winner is able to take off [read: rip off] everyone else's pants by the end of the evening. This game works alot better with one male and lots of females...and even better when there is lots of alcohol present. There are 10 very simple and basic rules to this game:
1. Admission to this party is no less than $10.00 per person, with $5.00 for every extra pair of pants underneath the exterior layer (including "underpants", because "pants" is in the word). Half the admission price will go towards food and booze. The other half will go to the winner of the "Pants Party".
2. Belts, suspenders, and/or any other pant support devices (including jock straps) are not allowed, as they are not in the spirit of the competition. You will be considered graciously unprofessional and immediately thrown out (after entrance fee is paid, of course). Why are jock straps included? They are hard to take off, even if you're doing it without assistance...trust me.
3. Now, to discourage outright ripping off of clothing, the victim must be COMPLETELY unaware of your presence. Knocking a contestant unconcious is against the rules, and can be very dangerous. Drugging them is still allowed though, for paranoia's sake. You MUST stop your declothing attempt within 10 seconds of your target being aware of their predicament. This allows you a chance to undo buttons and/or undo zippers.
4. If a button or zipper is undone, it may NOT be redone. This would make for an unbearably long party. Once a piece of clothing is removed, it may not be put back on.
5. Each guest is required to drink 2 shots of 75 proof alcohol or higher (or its equivalent) PER HOUR, at minimum.. This encourages boldness and daring. Not to mention groping. This means that no person under the age of 21 may touch the alcohol. That does not mean they may not funnel it, because their lips and mouths will not touch it. In fact, funneling is highly recommended and encouraged. While drinking, a person is immune to having clothes being removed, due to the chances of spilling of drinks.
6. Once a person is showing a naked bottom (everyone likes naked bottoms, right?), they have been eliminated from the game. They may not remove the pants of others. They are still under compulsion to follow Rule #5, to add flavor to the evening. They are also not allowed to reclothe themselves. If they refuse to follow Rule #5, they are to be banned from further "Pants Parties".
7. Kilts/Skirts are not allowed, as there is no reason to attempt to remove those articles of clothing. All bearers of these clothing fashions will be forced to remove said clothing at the door.
8. Pants Parties must start at 5:00 PM, and continue until there is a clear winner. This allows enough time for large amounts of alcohol to be imbibed.
9. Doors, windows, shades, blinds, etc., must remain shut for the entirety of the party. We aren't giving a free show to the public, you know.
10. The house in which the party is being held must be no higher than 55 degrees Fahrenheit. This makes things much more interesting and funny.
[Content editted out due to polite request. Was not meant to be offensive.]
WARNING!: This post is not for minors, due to possible (and very very likely) nakedity and bootiness. THIS MEANS YOU!
PANTS PARTY RULES!
Few sentences? Check. 10 rules? Check. Insanity? Oh fucking hell yeah! Erm...check.
Rules: A pants party is where everyone shows up, wearing pants. It is a contest, where the winner is able to take off [read: rip off] everyone else's pants by the end of the evening. This game works alot better with one male and lots of females...and even better when there is lots of alcohol present. There are 10 very simple and basic rules to this game:
1. Admission to this party is no less than $10.00 per person, with $5.00 for every extra pair of pants underneath the exterior layer (including "underpants", because "pants" is in the word). Half the admission price will go towards food and booze. The other half will go to the winner of the "Pants Party".
2. Belts, suspenders, and/or any other pant support devices (including jock straps) are not allowed, as they are not in the spirit of the competition. You will be considered graciously unprofessional and immediately thrown out (after entrance fee is paid, of course). Why are jock straps included? They are hard to take off, even if you're doing it without assistance...trust me.
3. Now, to discourage outright ripping off of clothing, the victim must be COMPLETELY unaware of your presence. Knocking a contestant unconcious is against the rules, and can be very dangerous. Drugging them is still allowed though, for paranoia's sake. You MUST stop your declothing attempt within 10 seconds of your target being aware of their predicament. This allows you a chance to undo buttons and/or undo zippers.
4. If a button or zipper is undone, it may NOT be redone. This would make for an unbearably long party. Once a piece of clothing is removed, it may not be put back on.
5. Each guest is required to drink 2 shots of 75 proof alcohol or higher (or its equivalent) PER HOUR, at minimum.. This encourages boldness and daring. Not to mention groping. This means that no person under the age of 21 may touch the alcohol. That does not mean they may not funnel it, because their lips and mouths will not touch it. In fact, funneling is highly recommended and encouraged. While drinking, a person is immune to having clothes being removed, due to the chances of spilling of drinks.
6. Once a person is showing a naked bottom (everyone likes naked bottoms, right?), they have been eliminated from the game. They may not remove the pants of others. They are still under compulsion to follow Rule #5, to add flavor to the evening. They are also not allowed to reclothe themselves. If they refuse to follow Rule #5, they are to be banned from further "Pants Parties".
7. Kilts/Skirts are not allowed, as there is no reason to attempt to remove those articles of clothing. All bearers of these clothing fashions will be forced to remove said clothing at the door.
8. Pants Parties must start at 5:00 PM, and continue until there is a clear winner. This allows enough time for large amounts of alcohol to be imbibed.
9. Doors, windows, shades, blinds, etc., must remain shut for the entirety of the party. We aren't giving a free show to the public, you know.
10. The house in which the party is being held must be no higher than 55 degrees Fahrenheit. This makes things much more interesting and funny.