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Last Post?

05.19.04 (10:28 pm) [edit]

For now at least... Going home on Saturday!!! Won't really have access to the internet. Probably won't come back to tblog. Just kinda started it one night to yell at calculus.

I guess I'll leave you with my to do list in life

1. Be an asshole as little as possible
2. Live
3. Die

Sounds good, have a nice day.

Final tomorrow, then...

05.18.04 (10:49 pm) [edit]

NO MORE CALCULUS!!!
As it turns out, since I've switched to psychology, the year of calc I just went through was completely unnecessary... oh well

You don't have to be happy and optimistic all the time

05.17.04 (6:01 pm) [edit]

Looking Back

Things go how they do
You fuck up / it's not your fault
Better not to know

Digal clocks changing from 9 to 0 only make one slight change

05.17.04 (1:31 am) [edit]

Have you ever noticed the numbers on a digital clock? Any single digit is represented by seven or less short lines. Changing from one number to another uses the college-student-perfected method of removing or adding just the right pieces to switch something’s meaning. One felt marker graffiti artist tries to alert riders of a dorm elevator that, "CHUCK NORRIS HATES YOU." Another person, who perhaps was just trying to help the cleaning staff, removes an H and an S, so that when you see it, you may be lead to believe that "CHUCK NORRIS ATE YOU." For a digital clock, making a nine out of an eight is as simple as taking away one line. Some people would think of this as lazy, others might consider it efficient. I like to say it has meaning.

After drinking my half empty glass, I fill it half full

05.16.04 (2:40 pm) [edit]

(My post from 3am when tblog was down)

We all run around, acting like everything is so important. Thinking, "If I miss the big party tonight, life sucks." What really happens if you miss the big event of your life? Something else.
That’s right, something else happens. I don’t disappear when I miss seeing the band I was obsessing over at that point in my life. Instead, when I’m done crying, which is after my two older siblings leave to hear Cake put on what I heard was a good concert, something else occupies my time.

Like that old economic principle. Suppose you have twenty dollars to spend. You can get yourself the new Brad Pitt DVD, or else change your $20 in for 80 quarters, and one by one, trade those 80 quarters for 80 gumballs. With your twenty dollars, you don’t get both, that’s just not the way it works. After you make your choice, you walk out of the mall with a smile pushing its way from your brain to your face. Maybe the next twenty can get that DVD.
Next week your jaw is so sore you are explaining to your cashier that the 10 jars of applesauce in your cart brings back memories of summer as a kid. That’s okay, because next week you have something interesting to say when you run into the friend who said, "see you soon," six months ago.

Summer is just around the corner, the last obstacles are my finals. Oh yeah, and the 2500mile plane trip. I can’t help but be antsy about the things that just might happen. Either way, there is one thing I can be sure of. Something is going to happen, and that is enough to make me happy.
I guess you could say it’s the small things. But really, my point is that it’s not so much the big things.

Sigh...

05.14.04 (5:41 pm) [edit]

Need to get some more friends here at college... some that might actually want to go do something occasionally, even simple as watching the lacrosse game.

Hope is a thing with Feathers?

05.14.04 (2:42 am) [edit]

Yesterday was fine
Tomorrow I can handle
Today... maybe it will follow the pattern

Dreams? Nightmares? Real Life?

05.12.04 (12:49 pm) [edit]

ANYTHING is easy after you've had your eyes closed for long enough.

Today was a good day...

05.12.04 (12:30 am) [edit]

The sun was a shining and everything.
Watched some video clips in Computer Science. Had my last class of Team Handball, and practically held a real conversation while at work.

Out of clothes?

05.11.04 (12:19 am) [edit]

Laundry is almost as bad as Calculus homework!

Dear Monitor,

05.10.04 (1:57 am) [edit]

Why did you have to putter out today? I wouldn't mind so much if you did it over the summer, or even in about a week from now... But I have one week of classes, and then finals. My CS project is due on tuesday! I didn't need to put up with you crapping out. Plus, you cost me $250! If you have it anywhere in yourself, please start working again.

To the random users of tblog who might read this...

05.09.04 (2:25 am) [edit]

Feel free not to leave bullshit comments on my blog just because you want me to look at your blog. (look at previous post and comment). If you give a fuck, great! However, my self-esteem is doing just fine, I don't need miscellaneous people that I will never meet to cheer me up! The next comment on my blog better be well thought out, or else I'm going to be slightly irked, at least.

On a side note, have a great day, and enjoy my blog!

Summer Job?

05.08.04 (1:00 am) [edit]

Maybe I should do some sort of Resume, since I'm basically guranteed a job at the hospital if I make one. Of course, that's cleaning the operating room between surgeries...

La la la

05.05.04 (11:00 pm) [edit]

Registration tomorrow, 6am. Yay!

Hmm...

05.04.04 (2:30 am) [edit]

Hopefully I'll make it to my 8am class, unlike today/yesterday
If not, maybe I can at least get up in time for my calculus test, at 12:00.

Office Space?

05.03.04 (11:37 pm) [edit]

Looks like somebody's got a case of the Mondays!

Dear Earth

05.02.04 (11:59 pm) [edit]

I'm sorry