Previous Updates for November 2002:
Monday November 25, 2002:
HELLO EVERYBODY! My day was amazingly good bad shitty and amazing all at once! Welcome to my life! So... not only does it start out at 830, at a class I fuckin hate, but it turns out a project I thought wasn't due til next Monday for my group was due fuckin today! So i had to do that tonight, on way short notice. Then off to my 935, for which like 15 people showed up, and of course I happened to be one of them. Then 1040 and a quiz I did shitty on. Then my 100 was good, really funny, worth it to be there. Then... my MRI was at 4, so all was good, I sat realllll still and I guess they got a good picture because they let me leave. In fact I was so comfortable I started falling asleep. I can fall asleep almost anywhere. Then... came the shitty part. So I call for a medical shuttle at 445, and fucking had to wait til almost 6 before one finally showed up! I called them 2 more times and complained, the 2nd time at which they said they had sent a driver, he had waited 30 minutes for me and then left. I was like... WTF?! NO YOU DIDN'T BITCH. Then a transport finally showed up, but not before Syracuse University stole another hour from my life. FUCK THEM.. but wait, there's MORE! SO at that time I found out that Long Island is supposedly (highly doubtful) going to get 6 inches of snow on Wednesday, the day my flight home was scheduled for. But no! My mom, being the kickass sweet talker she is, got me onto a flight on TUESDAY! HELL YEAH! Now I get to come home a day earlier, and on a way earlier flight. The more time to spend with the people I care for most (sorry SU people) =). WHOO! SO yeah, as you can see my dad was all over the place.
Total sleep this week : Monday - 3.5 Hours
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Total Sleep: 3.5 Hours
Total amount of sleep as recommended by experts: 8 hours
DAMN! I'm already 4.5 hours behind. HOT DIGGITY DAMN. I need to stop fucking around and sleep... oh who am I kidding?
COUNTDOWN TO GOING HOME: 9 HOURS 25 MINUTES (as of this update!)
COUNTDOWN TO BIRTHDAY: 3 days!
Top 5 Most Influential Bands/Artists of the 90s (this is MY OPINION) and in no particular order
1) Rage Against The Machine - no explanation needed
2) Green Day - first Pop-Punk band, Dookie sold 10 million plus.
3) Limp Bizkit - hate to say it, but it's true. They were the first true rap/rock hybrid to hit it big.
4) Dr. Dre - The Chronic! HELL YEAH.
5) Sublime - Imagine how awesome they would have been if they still had a lead singer
Word of the Day: Promiscuous
RANDOM THOUGHTS :
- Tim, local Brew 3 resident, had not one but TWO good quotes today. Here they are: About Brew 5.... " do you suck at life cause you live on brew 5 or do you live on brew 5 cause you suck at life". And about Halo... "please tell me that you killed rich twice and that rich didn't get the double kill" (only us fat 8th graders would get that)
- GOING HOME HELL YEAH!!!!!!
- Until tomorrow... maybe... if I have time!
Sunday November 24, 2002:
You know what I hate... 11 AM FIRES! I SWEAR IF I HAVE TO GO DOWN THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS AGAIN WITH MY BAD KNEE BECAUSE OF A STUPID FUCKING LITTLE SMOKE I AM GOING TO GET REALLY ANGRY AND JUST JUMP OUT BECAUSE ITS FUCKING QUICKER (it's only three floors, and besides, it's grass that I'd fall out onto.)
SO what did I do today? ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY nothing! WHOO! Football and watched the Jets win (AGAIN! It's AMAZING!) And then went to the movies and saw Die Another Day, which kicked ass. Definitely a good James Bond movie... out of 21 I think i've seen about... 15 of them? Only a few left to go... But other than that this update will be rather short, because I really have nothing interesting to say this time around.
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
Wednesday - 8 Hours
Thursday - 5 Hours
Friday Mid-Day Nap - 2.5 Hours
Friday - 7 Hours
Saturday - 8 Hours
Sunday - 8 Hours
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Total: 47.5 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 56
Damn... I only fell 9.5 hours short this week... one week I'll actually get that much, and it won't mean shit because I'm always tired anyway. Oh well, maybe I'll stop bitching about that, considering that I'm writing this update at 145 AM and I have class in about 7 hours...
Top Five Halo Sayings (or things we say when we play Halo [the video games I'm always playing])... and I'll explain them
1. JEWsus Christ! (or Jesus JEWsus !) - well, we get to name ourselves and my buddy Dan's name is JEWsus, creatively thought up by Andy I think, and he's really good, so I tend to yell. that when he kills me and I get pissed.
2. Someone's shitting on my forehead! - Oh boy... well, for those of you who haven't read my Brew 3 Dictionary, which was included in a way previous update, a person who is a Hot Carl is someone who likes to stand from long distances away and kill, without being seen (a sniper, effectively) and well, a Hot Carl is another term for when you shit on someone's forehead...don't ask...
3. He in his bitch spot! - Well, this mainly refers to me... because there are spots on certain levels that I like to hang around at and kill people from there... especially with a rocket launcher
4. Something - whore (grenade whore - That's me!, shotgun-whore, rocket whore- me too! camo(flage)-whore, or overshield- whore) - What we have effectively termed the people who use those items way more than they should
5. Suck A Dick! - Mainly said by Eric. He doesn't say why don't you some some dick, but Suck A Dick. Like it has to be all official and shit.
Word Of The Day: Tolerable
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- Yeah... so about them... I don't know.
Saturday November 23, 2002:
Well... I promised you part 6, and here's your part 6. But first... a few things to get out of the way. I went to bed at 6AM! on Friday morning, probably the latest I've gone to bed without pulling an all-nighter, and then proceeded to wake up at like 215. It was great. As I write this right now it's 445, and I see another 6 AM coming. My radio show was tonight, and for those of you who didn't listen, SHAME ON YOU! You should have! It was only me... Other than that my day was uneventful, so on to part 6.
Part 6: Wrapping It Up...
Well, where do I begin. I've told a lot of my life story, and stuff that I really never told to anyone has leaked out in my journal entries. Stuff I haven't told anything..
You have no idea how shitty a mood I'm in right now, and I can't deal with it anymore. Ever get that feeling where you just want to jump off a 10 story building? Welcome to my life. Not that I would ever do it, but sometimes I wonder what would happen. Who would care. Who would come to my funeral. Shit like that. Would all my friends show up, or would they just be like, well he lived a good life and not show up? Shit like that."
Stuff like that I've never told anyone before... not even to my closest friends. Hell, I never even tell my parents how I really feel most of the time. I don't know what they think about me, but I'm sure they really have no clue. I act as normal as possible in front of them, but deep down I was depressed. Deep down. Getting all this stuff off my chest has helped, and apparent you guys have been reading my updates and reading this... so you must be interested, or care in some way. It's nice to know that , in some way, that some people out there may care, but deep down I still know that there's problems with me. What else can I say but thanks for putting up with all of my shit. Through all the Halo, all the Brockway, all the death like smells that Tim emits.. well it's made living here a lot easier than I though it would be. The first few weeks were hell. HELL I says!
So how do I wrap up a story like that? 7 Parts, one that got split in two... because it was a large part. Well i can only say, look to the future. What do I want to do with my life? I realize that yeah.. my life may suck now... and who knows what's around the corner. I realize that I've got my friends, my family, and somewhat of my health... and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Well, maybe for... nah, scratch that. Most people don't know me as well as they think they do. I guess this story was to inform you of that. The man I become now is the man I will be for the rest of my life. What do I want to become? I don't know. I'm only 17... still, and I'm fairly young for a college student, everyone else is practically turning 19, so I've got that option after graduation where I can take a year off if I wanted to, and still be younger than most people in my field. I think a way of ending this will be by putting a list of goals I wish to achieve by the time I turn 30... as a matter of fact, I love that idea. So here goes:
Things I Want to do Before I Turn 30:
1) Skydive
2) Visit Every state in the Contiguous US (that's 48 of them!) on a roadtrip
3) Be established in my career field
4) Visit Europe
5) Have a meaningful relationship
So there's wrapping it up... any comments can be left on the feedback link at the top of the page. Maybe one day I'll add more to this, but as for now the story is being put to rest...
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
Wednesday - 8 Hours
Thursday - 5 Hours
Friday Mid-Day Nap - 2.5 Hours
Friday - 7 Hours
Saturday - 8 Hours
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Total: 39.5 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 48
Hmm... I'd need to sleep 16.5 hours to catch up for the week... that means if I went to sleep at 6 AM... I couldn't wake up til 10 PM. That's a little crazy if you ask me.
COUNTDOWN TO GOING HOME: 3 DAYS!!!
COUNTDOWN TO MY BIRTHDAY: 5 DAYS!
Top 5 List.. well I covered it above. The top 5 things I want to do before I turn 30.
Word of the Day: Anal (it seemed to be a pretty popular topic on the radio...)
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- Man... am I tired. I started this update at 445 and it's 535 now... I think I should be sleeping. Oh well.
- Where is everyone this weekend? You know who I'm talking about =). Where have ya been babe?
- RAIN + STAIRS + POSSIBLY ICE = Bad.
- My English is horrible. I can barely get sentences out.
Update tomorrow as well! Have a nice night everyone!
Friday November 22, 2002:
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO PEOPLE! Well, apparently my Top 5 thing isn't working out like I planned, because either less and less people are reading this or because nobody has any ideas, or because people think it's a stupid idea. Regardless... I'm going to keep it. I like it. I've decided that tomorrow update will conclude the story. As for the first 5 parts... I've made a separate page if you want to catch up on them. There will be a link at the bottom of this update. Check it. (Don't bother with the inconsistencies in the different parts, it works better now after I've written it all. Part 6 will conclude the story. Then I'll sell my life story to FOX and make like $1.99.
TODAY... was boring. Uneventful. Shitty. It rained... and I had to give a speech in my public speaking class, but I rocked it and got a B+ on it. YEAH! Then... well I basically did nothing for the rest of the day. I finally did my fucking laundry, which I was supposed to do last Thursday, but I decided to go to the hospital instead. And I hadn't done it for like 2 weeks before then, so it's nice to have some clean clothes for once. I also cleaned my room, and for those of you who had seen it before I cleaned, well there's a huge difference now. Then I watched Star Wars Episode II, and that was basically my night. Nothing exciting. Oh well. Let's move on to my other parts...
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
Wednesday - 8 Hours
Thursday - 5 Hours
Friday Mid-Day Nap - 2.5 Hours
Friday - 7 Hours
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Total: 31.5 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 40
I have 8.5 hours to make up this weekend... so If I sleep 12.25 hours each night... I'll be all caught up (and for anyone who knows my sleeping habits you know that will never happen, because for some reason on the weekends I can't sleep later than like 1:30, and I don't know why. Must be more mental problems.)
COUNTDOWN TO GOING HOME: 4 DAYS!!!!
COUNTDOWN TO MY BIRTHDAY: 6 DAYS!
Since NOBODY (again) sent me a Top 5 List idea.. I'll just make my own.. again.
Top 5 Bands (Well... one hit wonders) That Nobody Else But Me Really Knows: (ok, maybe some other people do)
1) Sponge - Well... they had two songs (Molly/16 Candles and Plowed) but both songs absolutely kick ass! What happened to these guys!? Those two songs are amazingly great. They came out in the Mid 90s, and both songs were great.
2) VAST - These guys aren't the greatest, but they are pretty good. They did have a minor hit with some... song, I don't even know because I didn't like it. Their song Touched is great, very uplifting.
3) Kenna - Who you may say? Hell I probably would have never heard of this band if MTV2 had never played their video for their song Hellbent, which is a really cool video. The song is not normal rock, but it's a good song, regardless.
4) Big Audio Dynamite - Their song "Situation Nowhere", contrary to popular belief, is done by them, not The Clash! NOT THE CLASH!
5) The Start - Gorgeous. I don't know why I like this song... I just do. Whatever.
ANOTHER NEW FEATURE TO THE JOURNAL!? IS THIS POSSIBLE? Yes it is.
It's... the Word of the Day!
Today's Word: Inebriated (because it's so fun to say when you're drunk!)
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- Doing laundry when you can barely walk sucks. It really does.
- RAIN + STAIRS = THE ENEMY! THE DEVIL HIMSELF!
- I restarted my computer today... it had only been on for 6+ days straight.
- That's it for today... until tomorrow! (And likely Part 6!)
Thursday November 21, 2002:
Well, well... here's another update to my boring life. I guess many of you haven't noticed, but I never really got to part 6 of my shitty story. That will be handled soon, and I may make a separate page just for all 6 parts of my story. That's how much I love this webpage (hell, I've updated this webpage more in 1 month than I did in the 3 months i used Deadjournal). Whatever. Here goes the update.
My day... for the lack of a better word... was pretty uneventful. Here's how I explained it to someone before who asked:
usa 13 (12:43:36 AM): i went to my 2 classes, came back attempted to do work, went to lunch, came back read a magazine, passed out for a powernap, attempted to do more work, went to dinner, attempted to do more work, got ready to finish up video game tournament, hauled ass in the videogame tournament, attempted to do more work
That was my day. And hell... it was only 58 words. Pretty boring day if you ask me, especially if you look at all the work I attempted to do. It was the same fucking project the whole day. But whatever.
OK, here's the sleep chart once again:
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
Wednesday - 8 Hours
Thursday - 5 Hours
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Total: 22 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 32
Ouch, I've fallen 10 hours behind. Oh well, I really can't complain though, because there are others who get less than me, and they don't even bitch about it as much as I do. Oh well, I still bitch. As Grampa Simpson once said "Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch!"
COUNTDOWN TO GOING HOME: 5 DAYS!
COUNTDOWN TO BIRTHDAY: 1 WEEK!
Hey! Nobody sent in a Top 5 List for me to do! FINE! I'll make my own! :-p. But seriously, send them in and I'll attend to them.
Top 5 Songs That Have to Deal With Masturbation
1) Zebrahead - Playmate of the Year (lyrics on favorites page)
2) Blink 182 - Voyeur ( I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down.....The air is cold and I've got splinters in my feet...She caught me once, but I don't think that she cares now...Unlike before, her view is blocked by a leaf)
3) Green Day - All The Time (All the time... everytime i need it... what's the time I say the time is right...)
4) Billy Squire - The Stroke (this song is beyond weird if you actually listen to the lyrics "Strong man stroke me? What the fuck does that mean?")
5) Michael Jackson - Beat It (Ok, that's a really corny choice, but hey... it's fits the category, plus he's kinda weird)
Send those lists in! Ill get to em!
RANDOM THOUGHTS TIME:
- Brew 3 officially is the Halo masters of the Brewster/Boland residence halls. Next on our competition list: The rest of the university. And we didn't even have 2 of our best players playing! HA! (Man, I sound like a huge fat 8th grader there).
- Mmm... Brockway.
- My knee hurts... ouch. And oh yeah, stairs are the enemy! THE ENEMY I TELL YOU!
- According to my AIM... as of right now I've been online for 5 Days 13 Hours 23 Minutes... without a restart. My longest is 6 days... should I go longer? SHOULD I?
NOTE: Music page will be taken away and updated into a new format shortly.
Wednesday November 20, 2002:
There's nothing like waking up at 830, and then deciding you don't want to go to your 935 class. That was my morning, So for once I got to sleep in pretty late and didn't wake up til 11. I was contemplating skipping my 1250, but then as I was laying around in bed, the fire alarm went off at around 1130. So then I pretty much had to get up, so I went to my class and then I hit the financial aid office, which had NO ELEVATOR! Who does that? =) Fucking retarded. Then I come back, and literally 5 minutes after I got comfortable and back on the computer, the fire alarm went off again. ARGH! Two in one day! Pissed me off.
OK, here's the sleep chart once again:
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
Wednesday - 8 Hours
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Total: 17 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 24
Still need to catch up on 7 hours... not going to happen tonight. I'm looking at maybe 6 right now.
COUNTDOWN TO GOING HOME: 6 DAYS!
COUNTDOWN TO MY BIRTHDAY: 8 DAYS!
Whoo! If I could, I would dance, but I can't, so I won't. Ok... I've decided to to implement a NEW feature into my daily updates, a Top 5 List. Send me your topics, and I'll make up a Top 5 list for them, but I'll only do one per day, so if I like someone else's better than yours, well think of a better idea then. I'll start.
Top 5... Bands or Artists Whose Albums This Year Are Actually Worth Listening To:
1) Audioslave - Audioslave - Chris Cornell and ex-Rage people? AWESOME!
2)Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf
3)Eminem - The Eminem Show - His album didn't really do much for me on the first listen, but after multiple listenings it got a lot better.
4)Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way - a lot different from there early stuff (and nowhere near as funky) but still a damn good album, but maybe a bit mellow for some.
5) Sugarcult - Start Static - Hey, I like it. And it's my list.
So send me those lists. IM them to me or even email. I don't care.
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- Fires suck. Especially when they have to empty out your building because all three 3 building are connected, even though the fire was not in your building. STUPID FUCKING FIRE CODES.
- The Halo tournament continues tomorrow night! SO far we are up 2-1. We will win!
- Short update, my life is boring, what can I say.
Tuesday November 19, 2002:
Well, well. So I go to the orthopedist today, and what to I find out, much to my dismay? That I may possibly have a torn ACL! OH JOY! That means surgery and a shitload of rehab! THE JOYS OF HAVING BAD KNEES! Thank you Dr. Osgood and Dr. Schlatter for without them my disease would have no name (Namely Osgood-Schlatters disease, if you couldn't pick up on that). So Now I have to go and get an MRI on Monday, ahhh, the joy of being almost totally unable to walk in Syracuse, the land of many hills and stairs. So my day was bad enough, especially with that kind of news. So what happens to me on the way back from the orthopedist and going back to my dorm in the medical shuttle? It gets into an accident, and me being the person that I am didn't have my seatbelt on, so I went sliding into the chair in front of me. Just when I thought my week couldn't get any worse. This also is a mini-hell week for me, as a I have a draft of a huge paper due and a very big speech to present on Friday, the joys of college! I can't wait til this week is over, because my heavy work days are pretty much over, as of right now there is exactly 10 days of classes left. Let's do a class by class rundown.
Intro To Speech Comm - 3 Lectures and 2 Recitations (which are a joke)
Public Speaking - 2 Lectures and 3 Recitations(2 of which are a joke)
Writing 105 - 4
Introduction to Music - 3 or 4 depending on if I go or not
International Relations - 3 Lectures and 2 Discussions
Not bad... looking pretty easy to me at this point, especially when you take into consideration that I sleep during most of those classes. Well, depending on my ACL injury, and how severe it is, if I need to have major reconstructive surgery I will most likely not come back to Syracuse next semester, although it looks very implausible at this point anyway. No offense to my Syracuse readers, but having to deal with knee problems up here is not something I want to do. I'm pretty sure that no matter what I'll have knee problems for the next month or so, and the orthopedist said he's pretty sure that there's an ACL injury of some sort. Just what I need! Snow + Shitty Knee = American's Funniest Home Videos. I definitely don't need that. (Speaking of that, does anyone remember the show they used to have after America's Funniest Home Videos, called America's Funniest People? Wasn't that the WORST show ever? I mean America's Funniest Home Videos was pretty bad, but America's Funniest People was beyond one of the worst shows to ever grace television. And it was on for a while too). So other than that, I had one class, made my schedule for Syracuse next semester (as a backup, a severe backup) and got basically no sleep last night. I think I'm going to start to keep a tally of the hours that I sleep. And yes, I know that someone complained about me complaining about how much sleep that I get, because she gets less... well this is my webpage.
Total sleep this week : Monday - 4 Hours
Tuesday - 5 Hours
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Total: 9 Hours
Recommended amount of sleep by experts: 16
I need to catch up on 7 hours of sleep. And yes, I know you get less sleep =).
Countdown to going home: 1 WEEK! HELL YEAH!
Countdown to my birthday: 9 Days! Then I'm legal! You guys can't statutory rape me anymore, you missed your chance.
Ok, with that last statement, I've gone beyond officially losing my mind. It's fucking gone on vacation for a while.
RANDOM THOUGHTS TIME:
- I've lost ALL respect for people who feel the need to be loud after midnight. PEOPLE ARE FUCKING TRYING TO SLEEP, SHUT THE FUCK UP. And what's even worse is that 2 of them live on the other side of the floor, so they don't have to put up with this shit. They still don't fucking stop if you ask them. I've also lost all respect of anyone who's played their music loud after midnight as well. There's no fucking need to. I don't know how many countless hours of sleep I've lost up here because people feel the need to have very loud conversations when in the hallway. That pisses me off more than anything. FUCK YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP. (It's going on right now as I type this too. Good thing I'm not trying to sleep.)
- I got my fat 8th grader of the week award yesterday. I think I'll hang it on my fridge, but I don't have any magnets.
- I miss my mini-skateboard =(.
- Knee injuries suck. Really bad.
OK, that's it for this update, kinda long... but still a good quality update. Coming soon: the remaining rounds of the Halo tournament against Bo 7 ! THEY WILL GO DOWN. MARK MY WORDS! Peace.
Sunday November 17, 2002:
Guess what!? It's snowing in Syracuse. God is punishing me, or as Rich the RA put it, he needs some entertainment. Just my fuckin luck. Not only is it hard enough that I have to get around via crutches, but now I have to fuckin deal with the snow. Not cool at all. So... my weekend was... for the lack of a better word, shitty. I did absolutely nothing, other than seeing Dave Chappelle, who was really funny, and it was worth the 30 minutes it took me to get there. Rather than bore you with an update, part 5b) will not be included, and I'm just going to go with a random thoughts section instead. So enjoy... boys and girls... as it's RANDOM THOUGHTS TIME (applause is encouraged)
- Apjohn is a cunt. Yeah Apjohn, you heard me. CUNT CUNT CUNT. CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT. So ha. And yeah, what's that, I whooped your ass in Halo.
- Not doing my radio show killed my weekend even more. But I didn't want to go a half hour in the fucking cold and windy and rainy weather, do you really blame me?
- Those Jets won! J-E-T-S not P-A-T-S!
- I love it when I wake up, and I'm trying to get my bearings ready for the rest of the day, and I get a phone call from my mom asking me what I want for my birthday because she was going shopping. That question couldn't have come from more out of the blue.
- I love it when I had to spent 2 hours in the hospital on Thursday night when i was given about... 10-15 minutes of attention. Got to love that ratio. All i needed was x-rays and a knee mobilizer, even I know that from past experience.
- Mmmm... Pita Pit is good.
- Did anyone happen to watch Saturday Night Live, and see Brittany Murphy, who stars in 8 Mile? She literally looked like the poster girl for anorexia. She must weigh like 85 pounds, that's so not healthy.
- Short update. Whatever. Send you comments to my AIM name. You know what it is.
Saturday November 16, 2002:
Part 5. Is finally here. Although I don't think I'm going to end my story here...I think I'm going to go over shitty stuff that has happened throughout my entire life. Which means... it could be a pretty large update, if I can remember it all, and don't have my memories suppressed.
Let's start... well at age 7. It's my birthday, and I had the day off already because I think it was the weekend or the day after thanksgiving or something, so I wake up, and what do I notice? Red spot ALL OVER MY BODY. We all know what that means... that's correct boys and girls. CHICKEN POX. Oh gets chicken pox on their birthday? I do! I still had my birthday party anyway, and it turns out that I gave chicken pox to someone else who had attended my part as well.
Moving on...age 10. 4th grade, not only was it the grade where I got my glasses (I used to have Harry Potter type rimmed glasses, before they were cool) but it was also the grade when I first attended the hospital for reasons other than visiting. I was in gym and we were doing relay races and I tripped while running and landed on my hand, and severely injured my pinkie. So OFF I go, to the hospital to get x-rays on my pinkie, and nothing was broken, but man did my fuckin pinkie hurt. They didn't even give me a splint or anything. So I basically had to take care of it myself. It was on my right hand, which was bad enough cuz I'm right handed, so I could barely write. I ended up taping my ring and pinkie together so I wouldn't be moving my pinkie around without support. That wasn't that bad... but let's move on.
At some age... I don't remember now because most of it is suppressed, thank you Freud!... I began to see a child psychologist because I didn't sleep at night. I just didn't sleep at night, and I really don't want to go into details over why, but I did see the psychologist for I think 2 years, and all the time I wasted never really did anything for me. I ended up fixing my problem myself, but I don't sleep now anyway, which is a problem now in its own. I don't sleep. I don't get it either, because during the day I'm fucking falling asleep during my classes, and I can nap for a few hours at a time, but when I go to go to sleep at night, I can rarely fall asleep when I want to. 11? Never. 12? Rarely. 1? Sometimes. 2? Mostly weekdays. 3/4? On weekends. But I don't even sleep late! My body like wakes up at 1230 or 1, meaning I get like 8 or 9 hours of sleep, even though the night before I maybe had.. 6! But during the day I will complain about how fucking tired I am, but there's often nothing I do about it.
My knee problems began around age 12, when I was in 6th grade. I always told my mom that my knees hurt, and she never really believed me, she always said it was "growing pains". I was like, bullshit, because nothing else hurt that bad when it was growing. It turns out, and we didn't learn til 5 years later, that i have a disease called Osgood-Schlatters disease, which is a degenerative knee condition. It's not like my knee are dying, but they are more likely to get injured more quickly than normally, which seems to be the case for me.
Also around that age... I began gaining a lot of weight. When I say a lot, I mean a lot. I was never fat, until like 6th and 7th grade when I started gaining huge amount of weight, and who the fuck knows why. I used to be a really skinny kid, if you've ever seen old pictures of me. I gained 40 pounds in 16 months between 7th and 8th grade. Who knows why? I didn't get progressively lazier. I was still playing the same sports I had been for years before, and didn't really change my eating habits that much, but I just got fatter. Who the fuck knows why, but I've tried losing weight before, and it doesn't work. Hell, I ate practically nothing the whole summer, and the last I checked I didn't lose a single fuckin pound. I progressively gave up over the years, and just try to keep my weight what it is now.
Let's see, what else shitty in my life has happened. Well, hmm...there's a whole mess of other things I can go over. My bad acne that won't go away, and yes I've tried medications. My love life is nearly non-existent (don't ask). I have nothing to look forward to except going home. My life keeps getting progressively worse no matter how much I try to make it not. I try, and I try, and I fucking try, but it never gets done. So deal with me. DEAL DEAL DEAL. I can't even fucking deal with me anymore. WHOO! So who else wants to compare their life sucks. Come fucking deal with me. FUCK FUCK FUCK. There probably a shit load more things I could share with you, but have been repressed, so they aren't coming back to me right now. So I thank you for dealing with me through this update. You have no idea how shitty a mood I'm in right now, and I can't deal with it anymore. Ever get that feeling where you just want to jump off a 10 story building? Welcome to my life. Not that I would ever do it, but sometimes I wonder what would happen. Who would care. Who would come to my funeral. Shit like that. Would all my friends show up, or would they just be like, well he lived a good life and not show up? Shit like that. I just want to take a drug that would put me in a coma for 6 months, so possibly everything that's wrong with me could be fixed, and I could wake up a different person for once, because I'm tired of dealing with the person I am now. And look, I just keep rambling my inner thoughts here, and most of it I'll take back because I'm in such a down mood that nothing will cheer me up at this point. The only thing that could would be going home, which thankfully is in 10 days.
- So that was part 5a) of my shitty story. Part 5b) More shitty stuff in my life (if i can remember it). And then part 6) wrapping it up.
- Hey, sympathy messages really help. Send me one on Aim to Usa13 or hit me up on my cell. I won't bite, I promise.
- JUST DEAL WITH ME. I used to look back on everything I wrote in a journal I kept way back in May and just laugh at all the stuff I wrote, because I was depressed. Don't worry about me, I'll somehow get through this.
Friday November 15, 2002:
DEAR LORD. Who's life sucks? My life sucks. Now you may not have noticed, but I did not update my webpage yesterday. Why? Because I sprained my knee. The OTHER one this time (the right one) last November I sprained my left knee. SO I went to the hospital and got some x-rays and found out that I might have a bone chip on my knee and a possible strained ligament, and that I should follow up with an orthopedist right away. So now... it's literally impossible for me to get around, because THERE ARE SO MANY GOD DAMNED STAIRS IN THE FUCKIN CITY. ARGH! IT MAKES ME SO MAD. ARGH! Why now! Why me? Here's what happened. I was playing basketball, went up for a rebound, came down, got bumped on my left side, I twisted my knee and went down. OW! It hurt really bad at first, and I was on the ground and I knee I was hurt, again. So some guys helped me up and over to the side, and they went and got some ice for me. Then I found out I had to fill out an incident report, and this guy told me I should get my knee looked at right away, and he called 711 for an emergency, and an ambulance showed up for me. I got put on a stretcher, wheeled out and into the ambulance, that was a first for me. The last two time I needed to go to the hospital (sprained left knee, sprained left ankle) I slept on it first. Hell, I even played the rest of the quarter when I sprained my left knee (a good 5 minutes) and I worked that night when I sprained my ankle. I'm not usually a wuss when it comes to injuries, but this one really put my knee out. SO I went to the hospital, went through the routines and such, and was there for like 2 hours, mostly waiting. Luckily I had my phone and was talking to people on it because my phone comes with a version of AIM, it sucks, but it gets the job done.
So maybe I should give up basketball? That would be the easy way out. When I sprained my knee last November, it was the first basketball game of the year. I had decided to be a bigger role player, and had worked on my moves. So I pump-faked, got my defender to jump, crossed him over and went to the hoop for a lay-up. Missed the lay-up, but got fouled, and as I came down I twisted my knee. I shot the 2 foul shots (made one) and continued to play for the rest of the quarter, and I could barely walk, I was double stepping down the court. Slept on it, woke up, knee still hurt so I went to the hospital. Got my x-rays done, and still went to school that day! (I couldn't afford to miss anymore school because I had just mixed 6 days earlier that month because I went on vacation). I should have stayed home but I opted not to. So then this past July, I was at someone's graduation party, and I was playing basketball in there backyard, which was all dirt. So I'm running to the basket, and I slipped on the dirt, and twisted my ankle, bad. I laid on the ground for a while, then got help getting up. I felt really bad, and I decided to leave (the party didn't even start yet). So I hobbled over to my car, and got in and drove home. That night I worked at the video store, closing from 6-11. Meanwhile, I could barely walk, and was in a lot of pain. The next morning I went to the hospital and got them done, and they gave me vicodin. VICODIN. I was in so much pain, and it was severely sprained, and in fact it still swells up after a lot of physical activity even today. Now let me tell you about Vicodin... it fucks you up. Badly. If you've ever taken a psych course then you know that when you take a narcotic, you don't dream. I took it for 3 weeks and I felt like I was in a continual haze all the time. I never hit REM sleep, and my brain was fucked up. I don't remember anything that happened those 3 weeks. So that, plus the fact my stomach was fucked up already, and vicodin is a stomach irritant, so that didn't make for a nice combination.
So that brings us to now. THANK GOD there's only 2 full weeks left, because I would go nuts if there was a month left. So I got written out of classes for today, and I made an appointment to see an orthopedist on Tuesday. Hopefully my ligament is not strained, because I don't want to deal with all that physical therapy. Not that I wouldn't do it, but I'm tired of being in pain all the time. TIRED. Whether it's my shoulder, or my fucking knees, or my ankle, there always seems to be something bothering me. Yeah, I know I bitch a lot, but I do it for a fuckin reason, and that's because I'm tired of dealing with it. So what do I do? Stop playing basketball, which seems to be the cause of all my injuries? I love basketball. Besides, it's basically my only form of exercise because I don't go to the gym unless I'm playing basketball. I can only do so much before I start to feel pain, but when I'm playing basketball my adrenaline is flowing so I don't really notice it until later that day or the next day (oh boy, THEN I FEEL IT).
So what did I do today? Absolutely nothing. Besides going down to the main desk to pick up a package, I sat in my fucking room all day. I hated it. I can barely get from my regular room to my little computer room. It's a pain in the fucking ass, and so is going to the bathroom. Hell, I even took a fuckin shower today, and getting dressed was a pain in the ass. Yeah, I know I'm bitching here, but it's not like I don't try and get all this shit done. I'm not purposely lazy because of my knee, and I'm not as lazy as many of you think. When something has to be done I do it. When I have nothing to do, then I exploit my chance to be lazy.
Before I depart with this entry,...and yeah I'm sorry for not doing part 5, but I guess you can call this part 4a) Why my life sucks. One day my life story will be a best-seller, and the title will be "Memoirs of a Fat 8th Grader"...Whatever....Back to the sentence... I'd like to thank Brew 3 for helping me out. Anyone who has helped me out with my knee has instantly gained more respect, no matter how small it was. Even just by asking how I'm doing, I have more respect for you as a person. You have no idea how hard it is dealing with this and I don't have my family around, but my friends are making this a lot easier on me. Thanks guys.
- Coming Soon: Part 5) Wrapping it up
Part 6??)??
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Wednesday November 13 2002:
Wellllll, it's now time for part 4 of my shitty story here.
More problems arose when I came up to Syracuse... The first two days weren't that bad, and then I got hit with a really bad case of homesickness. I was so messed up for the next 2 or 3 weeks that I couldn't concentrate in any classes. I would be fine during the day and late at night, but I would wake up and a huge feeling of homesickness. I couldn't explain it, which is why I was so sheltered the first few weeks up here, for any of you Syracuse readers. I missed everything, including my shitty as jobs that I absolutely hated during the summer. I was totally fucked up, and spend a lot of time on the phone, which led to a 300 dollar phone bill.
Then I got better, made a couple of friends, and then more problems arose. It's hard enough trying to keep a long distance relationship, but I had made it even more difficult. I won't go into any specific details, but just let me say that there was one weekend where I felt that I could lose it all if I didn't play my cards right. And I really didn't want that. This is my first meaningful relationship, and if I fucked it up while I was up here... well let's just say I would have been ever more of a mess. This relationship we have going is going great, I have no complaints, other than for the fact that she's about 200 miles away, but hey, that's what the internet and telephones are for, right? I don't want to fuck this up when I know under different circumstances everything would flow a lot more smoothly. I want to make this last, but only god knows what's in store, so I just roll with it.
What other problems do I have? You might ask that, but I doubt it. You're probably thinking to yourself, would he stop bitching about his problems already, and get to something interesting. Well, this story does have a point, somewhere, who the fuck knows where, but somewhere there is a meaning to all this madness, maybe I'll figure it all out when I'm done writing this story up, but who knows. Do you really care? Probably not. So I'll continue.
More problems! So anyway, I have to live up to this standard of doing good in school, since I have all throughout school, and well... it's not going my way. My parents and all my relatives keep pressuring me to push myself and be a doctor, or a lawyer, you know typical "Jew-Jobs". I'm like shut the fuck up, let me be what I want to be. So I want to be a communications major, leave me at that. So my uncle happens to mention that someone he knows went to Syracuse and got a dual degree in law and communications, and I keep saying I don't want to be involved with any form of law at all, at it's like they don't fuckin listen to me! Take the shit out of yours ears and LISTEN to what I have to say instead of fucking just hearing me.
So now to my next part of my story, which is why the way the way I am. Mainly... it comes down to 2 things, high-school and, well...6th grade. For my school district, 6th grade was still elementary school. No real cliques or anything, so I didn't have to deal with that until 7th grade. But 6th grade was that year where you knew next year would be different. I lost a lot of friends after that year, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I was really smarts and nobody liked hanging out with the "nerds". (No it's true, I have had my IQ tested, and it's over 130 which is considered genius level). I even got to leave my regular classes to go to a special class for people with High IQ's. It was great, and what was even better was that I did nothing during that class to begin with. But after that year ended, I began slipping away from my current friends, most of which ended up in the "popular" crowd in junior high, and there I was, making friends with all the not so popular types, and I became bitter. Subjected to torment and name-calling was I, mainly because it's a childish thing to do, to pick on others weaker than you. It fucked me up beyond belief, it's a no wonder to me why there are so many teenage suicides every year.
Then came high school. My district was 1-6, 7-8, 9-12. That's how the grades went. So I entered High school, and was nothing until maybe the middle of 10th grade, when I started turning into a really cynical asshole, mainly because I had been battling with depression for so long (seriously), that I began to attack the world back. I stopped caring about what everyone else thought about me, and just went on living my life the way I wanted to. 11th grade came and it was the same thing just a different number. 12th grade was different, I stopped being so damn depressed and just lived life. If it wasn't for the damn summer, I would still be that person. The person who didn't care, but wasn't depressed (not that I am now). It was also during that time that I had dyed my hair fully blonde for the first time, which I think I will bring back after Thanksgiving break.
So ends Part 4.
- Today sucked. Got a 18/20 on a quiz in my intro to speech comm class, other than that my day sucked.
- Watched Lord of the Rings 4 disc set. Movie kicks even more ass with the added scenes.
Coming soon: Part 5. Wrapping it up....
Tuesday November 12, 2002:
Welcome to part 3 of my shitty story of probably 5 parts. Here's a quick update, for those of you who may have missed the previous 2.
In part 1 I detailed my summer from hell, and why I had been depressed for the past few days. For a better recap, check the interest page.
In part 2 I went over some recent family problems, as well as some hangover from the summer of hell.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for part 3.
So there I was... well... let me add something that I left out in part 1. Also during the SUMMER FROM HELLŪ (yeah I think I'm going to register that), my mom had surgery. To be more exact, she had a hysterectomy, and well, the surgery took twice as long as expected, because she had a ton of scar tissue because both me and my brother were both c-sections. So anyway, the day she got out of the hospital was the day of my grandmother's funeral. Not good. Not only was she grieving the loss of her mother, but she could barely get around because the surgery left some residual effects. For the rest of the time I was there she was only getting back to her normal self about a few days before I left. She's having problems with A) me not being there and B) getting over my grandmother's death. She goes to visit her grave fairly often, and it gets me all upset when she talks about it. She gets upset because I'm not home, and that the house just doesn't seem the same without me. I get the feeling she misses my smart ass comments and generally funny remarks, no matter what mood I'm in.
Also, with me leaving, my brother got deeply affected too. Not only did he have to deal with me, plus that and my 2 grandmothers hit him pretty hard. He refuses to let my mom go anywhere, because he's afraid that she'll never come back. He doesn't sleep at night, refusing to go to sleep until my dad goes to sleep, which often is very late at night. He also misses me a lot, and is seeing a psychiatrist for his sleeping problems (must run in the family, I used to do that too). A little addition to this story, my mom told Alex (my brother) that he had a doctor's appointment today, and he said that if brother (his name for me) was home he wouldn't need to go. Honest. And he's only 7.
So ends part 3 of my continuing story. As for today's updates.
- Tuesdays rock. I had one class, and 830, went to it, came back and went back to sleep until 2. NICE. Also I started a paper which isn't due til Thursday, and got like 3/4 of it done, which is totally unlike me.
- Got the Lord of the Rings 4 Disc set! It looks awesome, I'm definitely going to watch it tomorrow.
- That was my exciting day.
- Coming soon: Part 4. More problems and why I am the way I am.
Monday November 11, 2002:
WELL, well. I am back again, doing an update for the 2nd day in a row. Lucky me. Today was a good day, as I found out some grades for a class I'm not doing good in were A LOT better than I expected, and if I keep working on it I can get my grade up to a C+, which is a lot better than the D or F I was possibly going to get. Also, I'm not in such a downer mood, mainly because of some good news from people =). Other than that it was a slow day, and apparently some Syracuse people who DO read this had questions about my summer from hell, and I'm going to address those soon, as soon as they ask me them. Every single word of what I wrote that happened to me over the summer is TRUE, and it was hell to live through.
It's why I was fucked up the first 2-3 weeks of school, and why I'm still messed up. I still haven't come to terms with the death of my 2 grandmothers, hell I even missed one of the funerals, which made it even worse. I was never the weak one in my family, I was always the one who everyone else could count on as being like a rock. But when I went to the first funeral I broke down (on my moms side). I lost it. I cried almost more than everyone else at the funeral, except for maybe my mom. It was also hard for my little brother, who's only 7, but he didn't know my grandmother the way I did. She loved baseball almost as much as I did, she loved just watching it on TV, especially if it was the Braves, the Mets or the Yankees. She took me to fun places every Sunday because that's where I went because both my parents used to work. I've heard stories on how she didn't get her drivers license until she was in her 40s, and then she used to race kids in her GTO that she had. I miss her a lot, even though the past few years weren't particularly well for her. She had been in and out of the hospital 10 times in the previous 18 months. Her birthday would have been next month, she would have been 73. I miss you ma, hope you are enjoying the baseball up in heaven.
So aside from that, I've also had to deal with the fact that I've disowned an uncle, who at one point was my favorite. We used to play video games, watch football, go to computer shows together all the time. Then he got divorced and got a new girlfriend, and POOF, he stopped spending time with me. He started spending more time with her, at then it wasn't a big deal. BUT, then something else happened. We knew my other grandmother was going to pass away (the one who died on the day I came up, on my fathers side), she had cancer. Everything was supposed to split evenly between the 6 kids, BUT, at one point over the summer he brought my grandmother to a lawyer and got the house deed signed over to him, giving him FULL possession of the house. Then check it out, that lawyer closed down a week or two later, shady huh? We are now in litigation against him.
These are just some of my problems. Welcome to my world. Join me tomorrow when I discuss some more of my shitty problems.
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Sunday November 10, 2002:
Well, well. That was a SHITTY weekend. It was parents weekend so there was practically NOBODY around. I just fuckin did absolutely nothing, and I am not feeling so high on life. There's more than a few problems in my life, of which I don't feel like documenting, but they are still out there. It's amazing how my thoughts on life change from day to day, depending on the vibes of everyone else. If everyone else in my life is happy, then I am happy. If even just one person isn't doing good, it rubs off on me, and then I end up feeling shitty because of it. There was a HUGE problem this weekend, of which the person involved =) is well aware of, that just made me feel bad. I try my best not to get emotionally involved in some situations, but sometimes I can't take it. It's hard when you're 200 miles from home and you have nobody really close to you that you can confide in. MENTALLY UNSTABLE. That's how I felt for years, like at one point something in my head would just go off and I would be certifiably insane. ARGH. Dealing with that for years made me wonder about my future, and after about 3 years of dealing with it, I finally made a final resolution in my Senior year of High School, and changed. I was doing great for about 3 months, and then the Summer From Hell hit.
Literally, it WAS the summer from hell. Here's the story, for those of you that DON'T know. At one point I was working 4 jobs at once, many times twice in one day. It later trickled down to 2, but some days would be 13-14 hour workdays, which would drive me nuts. I didn't sleep because I would work one job from 10-3. Another later in the afternoon, and then go to sleep at like 4 am! Then I severely sprained my ankle and was on vicodin for 3 weeks, which totally fucks you up. If you've ever taken a psych class you know that painkillers knock you out into an artificial sleep, so you don't hit REM sleep, and don't dream. I woke up in a haze for 3 weeks straight, didn't dream anything, and now those 3 weeks are mostly a blur. Then my grandmother died in early August, practically out of nowhere. It was the first funeral I ever had to attend. I also had continual stomach problems the whole summer, so much to the point where if I had a glass of water I would get sick from it, and my stomach would cramp up and bad things would happen. Then all was good until August 21st, when I had my going away party. I had been talking to a girl for a while, and it was my first chance to see her. THAT screwed me up more than anything, because I had just met someone really cool, who I really liked, and I had to go away to college. Luckily we still keep somewhat of a relationship, so I'm happy because of that. She's my favorite person to talk to. We really connect, at least I think so. but anyway, all that, combined with the fact that my other grandmother died on the day I came up to Syracuse, really made for a really bad first week or so. I was messed up, considerably. I spent a lot of time on the phone (and ended up with a 300 dollar phone bill). I didn't talk to people much, but now is all good. So while I'm slowly going insane, my world has slowly joined with me. I'm not the only one going crazy. All I know right now is that I'm going home. For good. Either after this semester or after this year, but it's a definite. No offense to anyone from Syracuse reading this, but this place isn't for me. All the people in Syracuse on my floor are great, save for Charlie, who is a real pain in the ass. There's a great core of people here, and that helps with the shit I have to deal with all the time. There's more going on in my life, but that's a family matter, and I don't want to delve into it in this update.
So there was my VERY LONG rant. I know many people have heard that story, but many people who do read this don't know what really happened to me. So anything, this weekend I did nothing, save for my radio show. This week is going to be slow as well, but there's only 2 full class weeks until Thanksgiving, when I can go home again, and see my friends, and Chrissy again, and for those 5 days I'm home I'll be alright again, but until then insanity prevails. Don't try and help me, I'll get through this myself, but if I ever seem just a bit off, you'll know why. This is me, it's who I am. I've dealt with this before, and I'll get through it again.
Depression can kill. Seek help. Seriously.
- The Jets won. WHOOP DE DOO.
- Shout-out to the Syracuse football team for beating the number 7 team in the nation, Virginia Tech. Bout time.
- Just deal with me for the next 2 weeks, I may be a little different than I normally am. I'm still here for advice though, which I can give a straight opinion on.
- Check out the guidelines, I added more. Up to 13 now.
Tuesday November 5, 2002:
Well well, another day another adventure for Marc. Of course, I have a writing conference at 9:50, and I arrive late, so I had to reschedule for Thursday at... 8 AM! ARGH. Why am I always constantly late? Geez. Other than that today I actually started and COMPLETED a paper BEFORE 2 PM. It was amazing. I was inspired, in a way. Mainly because I was thinking to myself... do I want to nap now (at 12 PM) and do my homework tonight? Or... do I want to do my HW now, then nap, so I can play more XBOX tonight. I think you can tell which one I chose. And the nap was damn good.
Also, I've also made my guidelines for living live the Marc way a new separate page, that will be updated when I think of new ones. As of now the total number of guidelines stands at : 9.
My Spider-man DVD finally arrived, even though I fuckin ordered it last MONDAY. Damn Best Buy and the USPS. But I will enjoy it, because it only cost me 16 bucks, and it's a damn good DVD. Hmm... I'm trying of thinking something interesting to say in here, but nothing is coming to mind. Oh well. RANDOM THOUGHTS TIME:
- You know there's a conspiracy going on when you try to nap and someone feels the need to call you JUST THEN. Its happened to me TWO days in a row. God is playing tricks on me, again. He's looking down at me and laughing. Well you know what God? I hope you're having fun now. Because I'm going to start unhooking my phone and putting my cell to vibrate. SO HAH! I BEAT YOUR SYSTEM. WAKE ME UP NOW FOOL!
- I need a life...
- It snows once again in Syracuse! Just in time for Parents Weekend, I hope it like really starts building up, but of course it won't.
- So a mosquito walks into a bar and he asks "Hey, is the bar tender?" HA! Get it? Oh well. I tried. That was pretty bad though.
Monday November 4, 2002
What is it with me and females? For some odd reason, I seem to be the only male that they knew that is decent compared to every other guy [note: the people who I'm writing about know exactly who they are. This isn't about a certain relationship I have with someone else]. Which brings this question to mind... Why are guys assholes? WHY? Can someone really answer this question? No. NO! I've come to the conclusion that the age that most guys mature into men is like 23, when they graduate college and have to get a job in the real world. Girls on the other hand, mature WAY earlier, although I can't really set an approximate age for them. So ladies, don't get stressed out over guy problems when you really can't deal with us... yet. We like stupid things, like girls who flash and get drunk and just want to have sex all the time. While girls like that are rare [in most cases, although ive met a few who fit that description quite accurately =) and no I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that] Just be who you want to be!
Don't listen to what anything else has to fuckin say about you. FUCK THEM. FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. Just as long as you act truthful and be yourself other people will respect you for that. Just do whatever makes you happy. If that means just playing video games and watching movie and being an absolutely lazy fuck like me, then do it. I don't give a shit when people say "You never do any work" or "You're always fucking doing nothing". To them I say a big... FUCK YOU. Yeah you heard me, FUCK YOU! Yes I do do work, maybe you just never see me do it. I do work when nobody else is around. And I am NOT always doing nothing, there's this thing called relaxing, and from time to time I like indulging in that, because my body is so sore most of the time that sometimes its hard to deal. So if someone tells you something about you that they don't like, but YOU do, tell them to go fuck off. You enjoy it! Why should you be worrying about what everyone else things.
That being said. Let me go on... Today was a pretty good day. Good when I get to talk to people I really like, and they really enjoy the birthday present I sent them. I like that. It really makes my day when I make a friend of mine happy. I know that sounds kinda corny but it's true.
Here's my guidelines to living the Marc way [in case anyone is interested]
1. Be as lazy as you can possibly be. If time permits it, sit around and do absolutely nothing. Watch a movie. Watch TV. Play video games. Screw around on the computer.
2. Don't do your assignments until the night before they are due. This is key because you get the late night rush when you have to finish a paper.
3. Wear clothes that are very comfortable, no matter how ridiculous you may look. Who cares what other people think.
4. Other people are assholes [Well at least most of them]. Accept that.
5. Listening to music is key. One song can change your life, and you should look for that song.
6. Being yourself is key. If you ever change who you are for even a short period of time, unless the situation is dealing with people who are older than you [you should respect your elders, it gets you very far], then you really haven't discovered who you are.
7. Discovering your true self is the key to happiness. When you do that you need not worry about achieving perfection. Perfection in life is not require. God does not keep score. You do not get points for being extra perfect.
8. Mini-skateboards are a must. As is Hawaiian Punch and XBOX. [Note: this guideline is not as important as the others]
Well, that's all I can think of that for now. But when I can think of other guidelines I will be sure to add them. As for me, I'm off for bed now.
Sunday November 3, 2002
HOW ABOUT THOSE JETS? I can't stand them anymore. One week they look really solid and then the next they look like shit. And it wasn't even on TV here, so I couldn't even watch them be good for once. Damn Syracuse and its closeness to Buffalo. This weekend was such a LAZY weekend, I don't think I did a DAMN thing. No HW no nothing. I just felt like lazing around mainly because my back has still been killing me. I did my radio show at my new timeslot last night, which is now Saturday night from 1-3 AM, which is was better than Friday 7-9 AM. I can honestly say I had more listeners on that show than I did for all my other shows combined. it went rather well, I thought, except for the fact that I couldn't get the phone thing totally working, but now I know what to do. What else... that's pretty much it. Sleep is good, remember that. I can never get enough though, which boggles my mind. Oh well, RANDOM THOUGHTS TIME:
- For those of you who did listen to my radio show, I do NOT have a dead corpse under my bed, nor do I have tons of gay pornography on my computer. They must have been confused with someone else, probably Barry. Also, Steve really does have a pink razor.
- All I wanted for breakfast was a bagel. And what happened? THEY RAN OUT OF FUCKIN BAGELS. ARGH. Why can't a Jewish boy get a good bagel up here? DAMN THEM.
- I bought 2 2-liter bottles of Hawaiian Punch on Thursday. There's only like a third left of one bottle. Where does it all go?
- For those of you who didn't listen to my radio show... WHY NOT? SHAME ON YOU! You should feel ashamed of yourself. I don't think I could have shamelessly promoted myself more. Tell me if I'm wrong. I BET YOU 1,000,000,000 DOLLARS [NOTE: Money not guaranteed]
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Friday November 1, 2002:
Well well, I have updated this page again. I don't know how many people actually read this crap but I still don't care, I do this because it helps for me to vent my anger at the world, especially when I have a lot of it. I'm pissed right now because my back is fucking killing me, for no apparent reason at all. It hurts just to sit or move, and it really pisses me off. It's not that bad where it hurts too much to go to class but it still makes walking tough. Anyway, today was a light day in terms of classes, and my HW is pretty light. I watched The Big Lebowski, a very kickass movie. What else happened tonight? This kid who lives across from me was fuckin around and he hit his head on someone's else's knee and suffered a mild concussion. He doesn't remember what happened a bit before and after the accident, and they took him to a hospital after asking our RA. This entry has been rather light... so I think it's time for another edition of... RANDOM THOUGHTS:
- You know you're addicted to Hawaiian punch when you down a whole 2-liter bottle in 2 days.
- SNOW! It was SNOWING here, on November 1st! I remember the earliest I had even seen birthday on Long Island was one year on my birthday, which is November 29th. DAMN.
- There's this one kid on my floor who we all hate. HATE, HATE, HATE. His name is Bery (BARRY), and his keeps a huge container of Super Sensitive Lubriderm next to his bed... you can only imagine.
- Why is it that when you just want to relax, people can't get that general idea? Sometimes all I want to do is lay down on my bed and unwind, and people are bothering me to play video games. Have some self-control people...
That's it. Check in tomorrow night for another exciting adventure.