31 Mar 2003
It's the end of March. To Theresa the Alice @ 96.5 Psychic, I'd like to know where the hell my good times were this month? Not even my birthday was a big bash; I was hoping for so much more from this month. Oh well. Tomorrow's April Fool's Day, which makes me glad that I'm not going to work, where they'd surely have it in for me (yeah right whatever). It's been such a quiet past couple of weeks. Haven't really done much of anything lately, though I did get some initiative this evening and watch "Modern Marvels: Las Vegas" for my WT class, but I didn't have the energy to watch "In the White Man's Image". I was up late last night trying to inspire myself to write an essay for my stupid physics class, and that gave me an excellent opportunity to catch a few ZZZs before accounting. I still don't know what grade I got on the last essay, since I wasn't there the day they passed them back and assigned this one, right before Spring Break. And, now I have three tests and an essay due next week, thanks to the class' unwillingness to have it on the 23rd, which would've been better for me. Okay, I guess a few things have happened. I also know which town all the Deltasigs are staying at outside Bilbao next fall, so I have to get my shit together and turn that stuff in. All right, I've vented, so now I'm going back to bed. 8:07pm28 Mar 2003
Not much going on this past week--the week after next is when all the shit is going to hit the fan (or at least two tests and an essay are due). In the meantime, I'm relaxing this afternoon before going to Macy's to help Katie with her training like I did last night. Just providing moral support; not actually doing anything. But I'm going to take a nap until then, because I just didn't get enough last night. This weekend looks to be nifty, though, as I'm housesitting for mom and dad--Mom just gave me forty bucks for pizza or whatever for tomorrow night. I don't know. I'm sleeping now.25 Mar 2003
Okay, day two after spring break. Not doing too bad. Angela came over last night and tonight to work on her CIS homework. We had dinner both nights. You know, I like Angela, but she never seems to want to hang out with me--she only calls me when she needs something. Well, she's called when she doesn't, but her calls are more frequent when she needs a ride or a non-lab computer. I'm not quite sure what to think here, except that I probably haven't a chance there. But did talk with Chalissa for like two hours--god, but that woman is the exact opposite of Angela in terms of speaking. She talked my ear off, ostensibly about a female POW in Iraq, but the conversation didn't stay there long. Finally, I said at 12:15 that it was time for bed. Anyway, it's now one a.m., and I have to be up in like six hours. So I'm going to bed. Am getting Ivan from Mexico to look at my Iraq essay--I'll find it interesting to hear what a non-American has to say. In fact, he'll be the first to go onto my site that I know of (though I think I've gotten a few hits that I couldn't possibly have created; need to find out who it is...). Also having him look at a Mark Rosenfelder's site. And I found out at the Faculty Luncheon that Andrea's still got the White Cane thing going on, so I can submit that on time and we'll still get credit. Do have to wait until April 19, though. Ick. But I'm saved, like I have been so many times before. You'd think I'd've learned by now!24 Mar 2003
So, some guy, after leading a long and sinful life, dies and goes to hell. When he gets there, Satan greets him and starts showing him around. He tells the man, "You have two options for the rest of eternity." The man says okay, and Satan leads him down a hall. Satan shows the man option number one, a room where everyone is standing in shit up to their chins. Then Satan shows him option number two, where everyone is standing in shit up to their knees, standing around drinking coffee. The man thinks that no room where refreshments are being served can be that bad, especially when considering the alternative, so he tells Satan, "I'll take this one." Satan ushers him in, and the door closes behind the man with a powerful, fatalistic slam. The man gets himself a cup of coffee, and loiters for awhile by himself. He's thinking that hell isn't nearly as bad as he's heard. Then there's a booming voice from an overhead speaker: "All right, everybody, coffee break's over. Back on your heads!"Spring break's over. That means back on my head. Dammit!
21 Mar 2003
Well, I'm still nervous about the below, but life goes on. I have had such a lazy week, barely working. Even got the last two days off-which was so nice. Downloading music like there's no tomorrow. Have downloaded no fewer than 23 songs as of this point (well, one is still downloading). Got "Oye Como Va," "Devil Went Down to Georgia," "I Drove All Night," "Girl All the Bad Guys Want," and twelve acoustic songs. Of course, I have all the CDs, but the MP3s are easier to work with. Went up to Reno tonight and hung out with Dad (who didn't drag the party down too bad at all), Mom, Darcy, her maybe-boyfriend Bob. Got a couple of Coronas, wonder what Dad thinks. Was an okay week. Got to go to work tomorrow and Sunday, so I'm not really counting them. Hell, Sunday's going to be like all the rest, though I think the meeting's moved to seven. Or it might Monday night; I'm not sure. But it's 8-5 on Saturday and 9-5 on Sunday, which at least will help out the paycheck nicely. Maybe even enough to cover all the checks that seem to be coming up.I also feel obligated to speak about the war, since everyone else is. So my three cents are here. Night.
16 Mar 2003, the Nice Entry
Okay, so the previous entry had no humor. I still don't have much. But some nice things happened today. I got eight hours in, which means I get 19 for the week. Not bad. And the skies were beautiful, and they kept away all but 100 brave souls at the car wash today, so the full day wasn't half bad, even without Jorge. Both Trevor and Mitch were great helps, and even in that last hour, when we did like seven cars in between cleaning windows and office, and it was just Trevor and I, it was still nice. I loved the weather, except for the lack of rain. And Grandma cooked an excellent dinner, which was fully Atkins approved (schidt), and the episode of "Ground Force" was cool, especially the show after it, "Rebel Heart," which uses the theme song by the Corrs, which I think is probably one of, if not THE most beautiful songs ever recorded. You must find it if you can. Okay, now I've done my day-to-day nice here's-what-happened and see-my-life's-not-so-bad----HA! entry. Feeling very tired. Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone--drive safe and good night.16 Mar 2003
Okay, try number two.15 Mar 2003
What a cool birthday. Spent last night with Chalissa, Katie, and Von, drinking fruity martinis and laughing. It was a good time, but it ended way to early (we drank from five to 11:30. Yay.) Mom also told me she quit her job at Diva's! But I got to bed at a decent hour, not that I had to go to work today, thanks to the rain. Jorge said they did like 25 cars between 12:30 and four. Pathetic, but it means I didn't have to work. Here's to hoping tomorrow is much the same, so I can sleep in and not have to work without Jorge. I don't do well without Jorge. Kinda shitty. What else is shitty is that I'm now a 20-year-old virgin. And I think Jenny's frustrated, and I'm wondering if maybe we could hook up. Ha!!! Shit. Anyway, the meeting of Dad and Von went well, and we had a great time at Silvana's tonight. Silvana loved me, and hung out with the family, and it was great. So two cool nights in a row, not that Dad will learn about the first. Sorry, a lot in this entry, none of it organized. And I wrote a letter to Bruna, but the post office website says it's five bucks to send a letter to Brazil! Yeah right. Okay, now I've said all I want to. Thanks to everyone for giving me a great b-day. Now to find the right girl. Maybe she'd come around if I lost a hundred pounds. God, I'd give almost everything to weight two hundred or one-eighty. Ugh.11 Mar 2003
| What an awesome evening. After a kind of iffy day (though I think I did okay on my Stats quiz; better than that fucking 80% on the test), Mom called me and asked if I'd go on The Really Big Swing, aka, the Ultimate Rush, at the Hilton. Of course, I said yes. So I get there and meet Mom and her friend and ex-coworker Darcy. She's about as big as Mom, so we fill up the ride nicely. Anyway, it was cool. Here's how it went down: Darcy, to the guy who worked there: "I'm going to be the chickenshit, and he gets to pull the cord." Me: Why is she saying that? We proceed to get suited up. They tie us up to the cable that'll carry us up. Then they begin lowering the ramp that got us up there, and we went horizontal immediately. The guy wasn't kidding about that. So then they start hauling us up. Me: "This is so cool. Wow, they have messages spraypainted on the ground: 'Oh God,' 'Oh shit.' Why do they have 'Oh shit'??? 'I want my mommy,' 'You better kiss your butt goodbye.'" By now, we're way the hell up in the air, looking straight down, and our interlocked arms are providing me a bit of protection, until... Me: "Wait a second. I have to pull the cord." Darcy: "Yep." Me: "That means I have to let go." Darcy: "Yep." Me: "You bitch!" But then I got over it, and the guy went "Three, two, one, PULL!" And I pulled. And we plunged. I couldn't even get a sound out (much like that rollercoaster a few years back), but at least I didn't scream like a girl like Darcy really wanted me to. She's cool like that. Finally, I got something out, something to the effect of "Ohdeargodjesusholymotherfuckingshit". It was quite interesting. And HELLA fun. I can't wait to go again. Shit, that fall was just so much; I don't even really remember it. I do remember the swinging after we'd lost most of our momentum--that was fun too. Mom even got a few shots of us. Then that scrawny 130-lb man had us grab onto a pool-cleaner like thing to stop us; it took him quite a bit of effort. But we got unhooked and we were living it up. So we went to a bar and drank and Darcy and I shot pool (I'm actually not too fucking horrible at it) (and she's a pretty good teacher, and willing to teach. She's just an awesome lady when you get her away from work) and it was just a cool night. Then I hung out with Bob, Alex, and a couple others on the front steps of Lincoln Hall and we chatted and ate the cookies I'd bought at Albertson's when I got the batteries for the camera. God, it was so cool, and I now have two Buy-One-Get-One-Free passes, so I think I'll take Dad up. God, it's so nice to have a social life. Peace out. |  |
10 Mar 2003
Another cool day. Angela "La Ladrona (The Thief)" at work got fired, meaning I get all her hours over Spring Break. Just think of the money! Jorge was also back after the tiff he and Janet had on Friday, so it was good to see him. Got a 96% on my physics test (but still waiting on the essay; Friday he thinks. God I hate this class!!) That afternoon, I burnt a CD for Katie (it only took four CD-Rs to get there, piece of shit CD burner), and she loved it. She also loved the Gloria: Das Album der Megastars that finally came in from Germany! I'm really happy with it too--it's got that song by Alphaville "Forever Young" that is in the high school Saturn commercial. Hung out with her for awhile at Mom's work, (where I also got my new passport) and we jammed to the two CDs. Sat next to J.D. in accounting, which was cool (poor Charli is sick) and afterwards, Katie and her new boyfriend, Von, came over and we had dinner and chatted for like four hours. Good times. He's a great guy, and more fit than Andrew ever was. I think I know Katie's type now. But he was such a gentleman to her, I feel glad that she's found someone who'll take care of her. But now that I've met him, that means Dad is the only one who hasn't, and probably won't, for a bit longer. I'm sure that just makes him so happy. But I think we all know the meeting won't go too well, thanks to his age. But supposedly he's going on the December cruise with us, so he's going to have to meet him sometime. Eek. Well, must be off--good night!Also, check out Fi's site to read a really cool speech. She gave it as her graduation valedictorian speech, and it struck a few chords with me. Hope you like it.
8 Mar 2003
For the first time, I didn't have a complete blast with some frat bros. Went to dinner, dessert, and bowling with Angelica and Jenny, and my jokes fell flat, tempers flared, and I couldn't beat Jenny at bowling, and she has her good arm in a cast! I couldn't believe I couldn't get above a 70. But I'm going to take it in good stride, as her beating me is not a small feat (yeah right. As Brian said, it sounded like the punchline of a joke. I felt more like I was the punchline. Shit...) But I did get some good songs at the car wash today (well, one, "She Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd; who'd've known I'd like something that had the "fuck" in the title line of the song?), and Tim the carwash owner allowed me to surf the net at work--he even took part! Only got to see Mom and Dad for a few minutes though, because work got out at five, and I wanted to go to the basketball game at 7. I didn't get up there until 6:40, and by then the stadium was full. So I said fuck it and went up to my room, where I relaxed until the not-so-fun evening was over. I think they and I have different mentalities--they wouldn't even drink with me, so I couldn't drink. A few more beers would've helped the evening out a lot. I'm not a drunkard (I didn't drink last night!), but I do recognize the loosening factor, and how much it can help, and the fact that they didn't let it. But, I think I'll give it another try next weekend, knowing that what I'm getting into is different from what it'd be if I were with Chalissa or Caroline. Hmmm...7 Mar 2003
I'm not sober! But I had a great time getting there! Went over to Felicity and Dawn's dorm tonight, and hung out with Greg and Bob. Greg was actually cool tonight, as he brought over a bottle of Black Velvet Canadian whiskey, and we drank to a game of Spoons. My only hope is that I didn't take advantage of Dawn and Flick, as they were both much less sober than I. Bob from Across the Hall was also there, but his convictions kept him from joining us in Spoons. No problems though--we had a great time. Hell, as I write, immediately after the fact, it's 1:20am. Met up with Derek in the hall afterward, and I hope I didn't make an ass of myself, but everything was so intensely funny! God, I can't type tonight! Anyway, I don't actually have to be up until like 10:30 tomorrow morning, and my Stats homework for the week got done today at the car wash, so life is grand. Now if I do good on all my next tests, maybe those 6 As are possible. Riiight.5 Mar 2003
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Remember how at the beginning of last month I said I had to keep up on the schoolwork if I wanted to retain the 3.8?? Well, insert the Krabappel "Ha!" here. I might do okay in marketing--got like 94% on the test. Very happy. Then got my accounting test back--84%. The spreadsheet project got like 86%. I'm afraid to find out my stats test (that's to be revealed tomorrow). And the last essay for physics was 4/10, so hopefully the test and new essay will bring that back up. So, it's looking like 9 credit Bs and 8 credit As, which is a horrible, horrible thing. Joking about getting to studying isn't funny anymore; I really can't afford to have shitty grades. But I need money too! What the fuck am I supposed to do??? On another note, the grandparents are coming down for my birthday, from Thursday to Monday. This is good, because they're family, but it also sucks because that means that if I'm to have any degree of wild night on my birthday, I'm going to have to ditch them. And it showed such promise--my birthday is the first day of spring break! I don't really want to ditch them, but I really want to have a damn fucking good time on the night of the fifteenth. Get together with frat bros, or friends, or something, drinking, maybe even gambling. I think I have enough money set aside that I can afford to have a good time; you think $100 ought to be enough? Well, I get to "sleep in" tomorrow, as class isn't until 9:30, but I'm getting very sick of this routine. Must remember not to schedule all my classes in a row; it just doesn't work. Sorry to start March off so depressed, but nothing seems to be going to well. At least the Office of Records in Central Office said that my Initation Packet looked good, so I can rest easier. But I can't rest easy until those fucking 4.5 points are on the status page. That could be another week or two. UGH! |
