QUOTE OF THE DAY
November 2, 2002: "CONSTIPATION!...Hey, that sounds like the name of a board game" - Shaggy Matt, while using Luigi's B and forward move. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you obviously didn't listen to Brittany.
November 23, 2002: "That was sorta good...just too long. It takes AN HOUR to say." - My cousin Stephen on THE HOBO JOKE
November 27, 2002: "Even Jesus wasn't God until he was 30" - My dad
December 3, 2002: "Because I have better things to do with my time...like I donno, stab myself in the eye!" - My Software Engineering teacher, on pointless meetings.
February 7, 2003: "Don't worry Jon, i've got your back...and by that I mean I'm attacking it." - Ian, on me hunting Jon in Smash
February 13, 2003: "I summon Granger, and enchant him with a '+2 of DOOM!'" - Jon, mixing up munchkin and Thwack
February 15, 2003: "We need more monkeys!" - Me, on Time Splitters two multi-player.
February 21, 2003: "I demand a chance to rape sheep!" - Me, saying sheep instead of Sheik during a brain lapse
DAYS LEFT UNTIL X-MAS
DAYS LEFT UNTIL IT'S 5 YEARS AFTER MY MOM SAID "IN 5 YEARS" IN RESPONSE TO "CAN I TAKE THE CAR TO THE GAME AND TAILGATE?" BE THERE!
The Party's At The Laundromat
Here's wishing a very happy birthday to one Mister Roger Cormier.
w00t!/Excelent
Grade watch for Winter quarter 2002 (Yeah, I know it's 2003, try telling RIT) continues...and finally results are in.
Digital Design...A?!
Discrete Math 2...A?!
I get A's? WTF...of well, I'm happy!....
A few hours later.....
Software Engineering...B. BAH! I needed that to raise my CS GPA. Well...a B isn't that bad.
Worst Day In The Neighborhood Ever
Mr. Rogers has died. That was one of my favorite shows as a three year old...I guess he's on the great big trolley ride in the sky now. Here's to Mr. Rogers!
So It's Come To C-Span
I can't believe it's come to watching this...at least Schumer's been talking for an hour on why that Judge nomination is being blocked...in fact, a minute of it was in responce to Mr. Burns' (yes, Mr. Burns) question on is it snowing outside! Hee hee! They keep on shooting the republicans down. Good work men.
Washing Machines Live Longer With J0 Momma.
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The Day The updating Died
Wow...I'm finally going back home for a week...I remember way back in January I couldn't wait for it. Now I wish it was a little further off. I have nothing to do back there. Nothin. Sure, I could visit people, but not without an hour+ trip. The bright spot will be my sister. That can't possibly be not fun. It's unpossible!
For that matter, something needs to be said here. I have the crap PC at home, so don't expect many updates over the break. in fact, if you want to talk to me you're best bet is probably my cel...area code(917), then 533-9399...on the other hand you could always call my house if you know that number.
Good night, good bye, and good hunting!
PS: It's also good to know I'm apparently no longer a robot or robot like thing
ARG!
I had to forget book one of the Wheel of Time, the one thing I really wanted for tonight...
In other news, I'm apparently the only one here to follow a normal college sleeping pattern (stay up all night sleep all day), and there is no news from other fronts. At least I have toothpaste tonight. I still need a hug.
I look into a lot of things too much. Maybe I should do psych for my other minor...heh, a CS Major with minors in History and Psychology. That just proves that I'm crazy!.
THE WORLD:...Iraq still has missiles, they don't want to get rid of them, N.Korea is still trying to get the bomb, Bush still wants Sadaam Husein's head on a stick.
Corrections
Like all fake news sites, we occationally make mistakes here. It has recently come to my attention that the grammies are tonight, not last night.
The fact remains, I'm still not wtchin them.
In other news, I have the rest of my essentials here, so I can now shower and shave in peace, AND have a pillow for the night :).
The fact remains however that I'm bored...perhaps I should make use of my phone soon....but first, I must finish PIZZA!
2/22/03, The Day Nothign Happened
The Times doesn't even seem to have anothing new...AND IT'S THE SUNDAY EDITION! All the 10 same old articles on Iraq, the news about the transplant girl (may she rest in peace), the fact that they're still debating where to point fingers in the night club fire (read: who pays the insuance bill), and then the most laughable aspect of yesterday of all.
The Grammies
Also in the times today was the fact that CD sales have plummeted. Hmm...I want to check on this one...does anyone actually know how much money musician X makes from a CD sale, or if they just get $Y for producing a CD in the first place and never get another cent again from it? If they don't get $ per CD, then it's good CD sales have plummeted.
I'm at Mike's, call my cell to amuse me, as right now there's nothing to do.
Damn It!
I just hope nobody else here ever wakes up with even the slightest start at 5:45, cause I did for no apparent reason and now I can't sleep.
Realization: soap, shampoo, comb, deodorant, toothbrush and paste are all still in my room at RIT...damn.
In other news of suck, I woke up/got out of bed at 6:45 to two things: an IM and an away message both speaking of colleges showing porn...WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS!? BAH!
And a final "oh yeah...", I need to find out the new adress of my FTP. Tine to get to work on that.
I'm In
I have moved all of the essentials into Mike's...like this PC...PLUS, he still doesn't suspect me of anything....operation steal the giant R from the movie theatre is a success so far...
In other news...there is no news...oh wait, there kinda is. Winter quarter is almost over here, so I have finals next week. Monday and...well...Monday, I have finals. Then on Tuesday I go back home and do...well...nothing. Nothing for 2 weeks, then I come back up as everyone else gets off. BAH! On the other hand, that makes St. Patrick's day as the day stuff could possibly happen again...heh, the crazy coincidences you find in life. Oh well...
STUFF TO DO:
Oh well...later
Two Quicker Dreams
One: I got a 4 on the discrete math AP, which was apparently our final.
Two: I was doing something in the back yard, went inside my house, and started putting dishes away, prompting my dad to yell at me for not washing my hands first.
Three Quick Notes
One: I have to stop getting excited as easily as I do...not that anything bad's happened, just something that needs to be done by me.
Two: I managed to crank out a mile on the track yesterday, AND I can still bench 65 relatively easily.
1 mile = 8 laps. I walked one, ran 3, walked one, ran 2.5, walked 1.5, ran 2.5, walked .5.
Three: Apparently you don't need two bombs to kill a Dodongo in Zelda one! You need only bomb them and stab them! Wow, Zelda 5 makes a LOT more sense now.
Now, if only Mike and Dave would switch rooms (You'd think they'd do this given over a month), I could move in...I guess that's tomorrow.
::Breath In::....Ahhhhhhhhh
The pine trees looked a little greener walking to lab today. Hey, green, I remember that color! The snow even looks a little brighter today...and the sky's blue! Today's just one of those days where, despite my one hour of sleep last night (I think I eventually pinned not falling asleep on my pillow arrangement), you just know it's a good day for no real reason, it just is.
In other cryptic references, there were 2 green markers in the lab when I got here. Funny how that color seems to be standing out today. I could go on, but I don't think anyone wants me to...besides, I think Rich and Andrew need to get their Queue compiled. Later!
To Do What No Flynn Has Done Before...At Least Not Jay Flynn
Managing to finally shut up the voices of paranoia in my head long enough to push the send button on my phone, I think I got good results? There was general agreement on the bad things I had already noticed...lack of cars and the fact that she's going away for a year next year. What will happen because of this?...who knows. Nobody wants to hurt each other so...I donno...we'll see. I'm happy!
Well Feck
Sigh, because sigh, thus sigh, because sigh, so sigh.
This involves people hailing from New York City, Boston, and Rochester, and that the New Yorker and the Rochesterianhave many many issues causing the Bostonian to reappear. Is this a problem?...not for me...maybe for the New Yorker. This needs to get resolved fast...maybe I could rent out a steel cage...
On the other hand, there is a WOO HOO to be had...
The NY Times presents...pizza recipies! Bwa ha ha!
Damn Observation Of Polite Calling Hours
Around 12:30, I felt all set to make the call...but then I realized it was 12:30am, and I didn't know for sure if she was awake/busy or anything, so what's another day? Let's just hope this mood stays this way.
This mood you say? Well, for once at the end of Sunday, I did NOT feel compelled to send Shari a long rant via email...and by for once, I mean the first Sunday since the last 2. Progress is a good thing. Even if I do have these random mood swings of "Won't Shari just come back" and "Forget her", I think I'm getting less sever versions of "PLEASE come back" and I'm spending progressively more time in the "Forget that" zone. The fact that I felt compelled to make the call today is, I hope, a very good sign.
What did I do before that decision today? Well, I STUPIDLY FORGET THAT MET TICKETS WENT ON SALE TODAY! FUCK! Good thing Mike didn't. After that, work on the SE project. I got a better GUI for us!...and I kinda screwed up the scoring while trying to impliment fouls. MUST BE FIXED!
Well, that's about it. Perhaps tomorrow I'll have a much more interesting thing to post about. Outlook for tomorrow...hazy...tomorrow starts good and ends bad...damn. Well, here's to life! ::raises a glass:: Night everyone!
....
Donno what to think. Just typing like I seem to every night these days. There is still a war in my head. A part that still wants Shari back. No sense in denying that it exists. At the same time, there's a half that knows she's crazy to do some of the things she's done and (a) don't want to even start dealing with that (not the smallest of reasons why is she'll just get mad at me anyway, and why should I get her mad at me over something that's none of my business anyway) and (b) how long would it be, if we started dating again right now, until this game started again? Not worth finding out.
And so with all that said, I know I don't know what I want to do. I know I have to get away from these rants every single damn night! Sure, I got out of my room today. I went and coded with the SE group for two hours, went and ate at Tino's for 2 hours, played TimeSplitters for probably 3 hours...and yet whenever I look to my buddy list it's always hoping there are 2 or 3 people there who I want to talk to, and yet I have nothing to say to. There's a gap I want filled, and I don't know what to do about it, and with feelings like that I don't know if I should put anyone there right now.
And then there's *gasp* the third side. I know myself well enough to know that if I confuse myself long enough I won't do anything. That's no good either. Sure, I could probably name easily 10 reasons waiting until summer to go and take Shari back is very probable. At the same time, I could list 10 reasons I shouldn't do it! ARG! And yet, there are only a few reasons to do something else. Hmm...1...2...3...4...5...is that enough? Well, it's not much better than other scenarios, but still. There's a HUGE cause for concern in me, especially considering what just happened. Stupid distance. I hate distance. I hate them all. It's the cause of so many bad things.
I need a hug....and some better dreams tonight...and a hug again. Night
Random Dream Sequence
The world has been saved from the evil slug that layed bootleg eggs and we got the Gold ones....but it's just a card game anyway, cause Jon's playing it too...game continues...I rush back (inside the game from a first person view) to Staten Island via ferry....and go to Grandmas...sorted through treasure, feasted...had to rush away...had to catch a train....I was going to Boston...Mom would meet me at the station with my ticket...waiting at the Oakwood station for mom (You can only pick up tickets at the Great Kills station...(as a note, these are both Staten Island railway stops, Oakwood being the one 5 blocks from my house) )...WAIT! I canceled that ticket cause we're over...shit shit shit, gotta call mom...voice mail...
"By pressing one, I can delete this message! Sorry everyone, but since my students read Rosencrantz and guildenstern, I'm sure you can understand this message. BEEP!"
Damn, she's not there...ticket office ticket office...there!...wait wait wait (oh yeah, by the way, this is Amtrak)COME ON THE TRAIN'S COMING SOON!...Ok....got the ticket..."Don't you need this?" (holding up credit card)..."No, we've got it". RUN!...just got the train...I'll be getting to Rochester shortly...wait, THIS IS THE WRONG TRAIN! I don't want to go to Boston now!(fade out/wake up/end dream)
I Haven't Felt This Presence Since...
It's 5:30 in the morning and I can't sleep...and it's not thoughts of Shari this time. In fact the last time I couldn't go to sleep and felt kinda like this, it was the night of October 2, 2000. Many questions will be posed to me tomorrow, and I know the results of the day are almost 100% likely to not match up to those of the 3rd, for various reasons, only a small one is my own inability to conjure up words to say "Hey I like you, you like me?" Too many other things to consider...but on the other hand, thinking is bad for these situations and sometimes you've just gotta act. Maybe I should listen to those last words...yeah...tomorrow still probably wouldn't end up like the 3rd that way...but maybe a day next week might.
I'm going to play Zelda 1...with Zelda 8 on the way soon, I must do the traditional going through of the many games (Yes, passive voice, deal with it people!). Bother me if you like. Later.
Valentines Day
Today I can count three things I celebrated a love of.
Sleep. I slept from 4am to 4pm. Aaaaah, that felt good.
Warm showers. I tried to shower early in the day, but the water was too cold for my taste. Waited until later, around 4:30 I tool a niiiice looooong waaarm shower....aaaaah...
On a somewhat related note, something should be noted here. I almost literally "jumped" into conciousness at 9:03 (on my alarm clock, which means it was really more like 8:50), felt a little chilly, then tried the shower...and I could tell there was some warmth in it, but when I stood there the water was cold...and then when I turned it off and stood outside with a towel wrapped around me, I was FREEZING...not sure why that was so, but it is annoying.
Pizza. Oh God pizza. Sausage, ham, pineapple. Mmmmmmmmm.... (besides, it was Friday! And Friday, is Friday. And on Friday, I eat pizza.)
Otherwise, two things worth daying about Friday V-Day.
Low Level Panic..."An examination of the role of ponography in our society and how popular images of women influence the way they are seen by others and the way they see themselves." Well, there wasn't much mention of porn, only in one scene out of "3" (there were 4 extremely short scenes too), and 3 girls. One was the "hot one", one was the one who was "anti-society one", and the other was "Shari" (seriously). The great majority of the play was the Shari-esque one and the anti one arguing about stuff, mostly looks and what guys are thinking (ie: if women are just toys). In the end, I felt like I was back in Mr. Donin's class for an hour, cause it asked a lot of questions and took a Donin stance, and otherise had no real plot at all.
U of R's Music interest Floor's Single's Party. Not much, just a bunch of people hanging around and having a few drinks. Thanks to Sarah for the invite. When my floor and I walked in, it was awkward for a while cause everyone there already was tipsy while we were all sober...but somewhere along the line I think we evened out so we could communicate in a meaningful way. I don't think it was what my floor was expecting from me saying "Single's Party" (they were up and out of their rooms in 2 seconds and ready for "action"), but I think everyone enjoyed themself :).
Well, I'm back now...and somewhat tired. I must say, I don't like the effects of burping after drinking rummy coke and then a tequiza, despite the quality of the drinks. Off to bed I go, night!