HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!@!!!!!!@!@@!!@!@@!!@!@!@@!!@! Ok so obviously im in a bad mood. I went over my internet upload limit for the week yesterday. Yesterday, as in FUCKING MONDAY...as in THE DAY AFTER IT FUCKING RESETS ITSELF....WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now I basically cant use the internet. Most pages "time-out" (or say, your connection sucks and YOU are taking too long...go away) before they load so i can do something. Im stuck using erics internet that he doesnt lend to anyone because the dude that lived here last term abused it and pissed him off for my xbox. Now i'm stuck using my blackberry for internet. WELL THIS SUCKS, cuz im in the basement of my dorm and there's little reception. So everything is GOD-AWFUL-SLOW-AS-BALLS.
Hm what else, someone wont stop talking about old news...but now i know a new piece of information...to continue that specific part of the rant would be pointless and probably just stirr up more confrontation that I can totally live without. More on that when I get it more.
So since friday...life sucks. This entire weekend (er last) SUCKD PLATYPUSS's PUSSY AND DUCKFUCK-LIKE COCK...(w.e I dont like biology anyway), oh yeah...heres why. I've been doing work since friday. FML
Thank god my IB303 (international business, which btw is getting a lot harder really quickly) paper is due monday instead of tomorrow. hmm that reminds me. My IB303 prof is awesome because hes like the perfect prof. Monday, I said "i wish the paper was due monday so i could do a better job on it" then hes like, "ok then monday it is". I'm like "wtf-sauce?" and hes like well if handing it in monday means you spent an extra 6 hours on it and its that much better, than its due monday. At this point I'm still like "wtf" cuz I guess I'm not used to it. So thats a big burden off my shoulder for this week.
It was about 20 min later I got the email saying "you went over your upload limit for the internet". So my shitty weekend turned into a shitty week. My internet (insert "bad words" so bad they havn't been invented yet)...so its slow and basically doesnt exist. FAWCK!
I'm done my rant. I'm over it all...cept maybe the internet thing...cuz it still sucks dirty asshole. On to other things. I get that take-home test I spent most of the weekend working on back tomorrow. I feel like I did pretty well. hmm, what else...I like doing this stream of consciousness thing. It reminds me of two things:
1. a single-spaced front and back paper i had to do in high school where the entire point of the paper was to write down exactly what came to your mind...stream of consciousness
2. a really cool song by Dream Theater that starts 5 beats for each measure (most songs are four beats to a measure...sometimes three) and the song is named...Stream of Consciousness.
Hmm, what else...Steph is turning 21 friday and we are going bowling thursday night (11pm-2am) so ima buy her a drank (what a stupid song, tho sometimes I'm in the mood to listen to it).
Ugh, its 10pm...I gotta work on that english project...and then finish it in the morning before class till 945...er really like, 8-830 cuz she lets us out so early everyday.
Later
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Zzzs
So I had two weird dreams last night. Well I had one, woke up...then fell back asleep, had another weird dream. (note: I wrote the first dream and forgot the second one) The first one...I was in the parking lot with someone and we were getting in a car that we were familiar with. I dont think it was mine...hmm wait i do think it was mine. My old Benz with the hamster-in-a-wheel for an engine. For some reason, I go and pick up my dads '86 Porsche 911. Its a convertible. (btw, my dad doesnt like red cars...and hes got two of em lol) So I pull in the parking lot (its not that big) and I see someone trying to back out of a space but I needed to get to my car. I leave the red car sitting there running, warming up (cuz holy shit that thing takes forever to warm up). Go back to my car and this truck starts backing up. I honk the horn and I'm like "hey, do you ever look before you do anything? I'm right behind you!" So he stops. I look and the red car is gone...I run over there and look around and on the street to see if I could see it or hear it. Its gone. I start running back to my car...and ITS gone. Then I'm like, fuck...this sucks. So I pull out my phone and dial 911 as I'm walking down the street thinking I could see one of the cars and maybe run one of them down. I remember talking to some 911 operator and telling her the description of the cars as I'm walking down the sidewalks of this city like place that seems to slowly get smaller. It got dark, and it started to drizzle. Walking under those construction kinda things they have in NYC when they are working on something above the sidewalks, seemed small and tight. Like I was too tall for them. So I start giving the description of my car and I stop and see a sorta well lit alleyway with a bunch of red cars. Btw, this whole time I'm thinking I need to find my dads car first. I realize I'm holding one of those old wired phones...well it was the same kind of wired phone that is in my dad's office at home. I say to the operator, "oh my god, hold on one sec." I start down the alleyway because a lot of these cars are red (well they were all red) Porsche 911s from the 80's. I think, "oh, I can look inside at the mileage and the dirty drivers carpet and the clean passengers carpet. I keep looking and I dont see it. I get to the end of the cars and I see on more in the corner. I run over and see all this stuff propped up on the back of the car. It looked like a title with my name on it and my dads name and some other stuff i recognized. I looked in the car...dirty drivers-side carpet, clean passenger side carpet. Mileage is what I remember it being (somewhere in the 30k mile range). Then I think, I'll get this paperwork n stuff, put it in the back and drive off. Then I hear this dude talking about me and the car on his phone. I realize this is now "his car" i start arguing with him and hes like, "look I only buy and sell the cars. Ill make a deal for you" I ask, "whats the deal?" he responds, "Hold on, I'll tell you soon." He walks off. I remember the phone on the ground still with the operator on hold. I run over pick it up. I say I found the red car! I found the red car! She asks, "Where are you?" I find a street sign and then its like I'm in Europe. I cant read any of it and its not in any language I'm familiar with. I start spelling names, she asks if she should send a few units to help secure the car and help me repossess it. In the middle of saying "YES, send as many units you can, psh! Send them all."....I realize the shitty old wired phone...the wire from the handset to the base fell out. I remember that I could still plug it in and the call might still be there, but it might not because newer wired phones dont work that way and I forgot how old this one was. I plug it back in, and nothing. Not even a dial tone. I look back at the alleyway, all the cars are gone except my dads red car. I look both ways to cross and lots of traffic is coming my way. I wait. Traffic passes. The car is gone. I start to run towards that spot and hear a loud horn and see lights...I wake up.
I have dreams similar to this one. Some dreams where something happens to my Benz or my Cobra. I try to get it fixed but it costs too much money. There was another weird dream I had the other day...
I was in a big building. could have been a school but I dont think so. It was def old and mostly made of stone. I remember I needed to get out. To get out, I had to fly. To fly I had to turn into and owl. I forgot how to turn into an owl. I searched for the answer and couldnt find it. I started talking to people and figured it out. Then I had to find a spot where I could run, jump in the air and then turn into an owl and fly. I found a big room that looked like a gym in a school but no lines, no hoops, no big blue pads on the wall...blank, nothing. Just white walls and ceiling with a dim off-white light filling the room from somewhere. But there was a fading ray of light. That was my way out. I went to one corner of the room, started to run...jumped tried to turn into an owl and I messed up and hit the wall. I think, "crap, I need a bigger place to take off". I walk out a door and find a long and wide staircase. I walk to the top and to the back of the wall. I run as hard as I can, jump and turn into an owl. But, I cant get out of the room and if I touched the ground then I wouldnt be an owl anymore. I had this sense that this was something very taboo. I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but I wanted to get out. I run back through the door into the gym-like room. I try running in very big circles. Eventually I jump and turn into an owl. I get the hang of flying but people start showing up and I cant get out. The light in that room was gone but I felt like I knew where there as another way out. I flew through doors, in and out of rooms. I finally find a tiny place where I can fly out. I'm out. I fly around, and wake up.
I wish I knew what my dreams meant so I could learn more about myself and fix it.
I have dreams similar to this one. Some dreams where something happens to my Benz or my Cobra. I try to get it fixed but it costs too much money. There was another weird dream I had the other day...
I was in a big building. could have been a school but I dont think so. It was def old and mostly made of stone. I remember I needed to get out. To get out, I had to fly. To fly I had to turn into and owl. I forgot how to turn into an owl. I searched for the answer and couldnt find it. I started talking to people and figured it out. Then I had to find a spot where I could run, jump in the air and then turn into an owl and fly. I found a big room that looked like a gym in a school but no lines, no hoops, no big blue pads on the wall...blank, nothing. Just white walls and ceiling with a dim off-white light filling the room from somewhere. But there was a fading ray of light. That was my way out. I went to one corner of the room, started to run...jumped tried to turn into an owl and I messed up and hit the wall. I think, "crap, I need a bigger place to take off". I walk out a door and find a long and wide staircase. I walk to the top and to the back of the wall. I run as hard as I can, jump and turn into an owl. But, I cant get out of the room and if I touched the ground then I wouldnt be an owl anymore. I had this sense that this was something very taboo. I wasn't supposed to be doing this, but I wanted to get out. I run back through the door into the gym-like room. I try running in very big circles. Eventually I jump and turn into an owl. I get the hang of flying but people start showing up and I cant get out. The light in that room was gone but I felt like I knew where there as another way out. I flew through doors, in and out of rooms. I finally find a tiny place where I can fly out. I'm out. I fly around, and wake up.
I wish I knew what my dreams meant so I could learn more about myself and fix it.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Life: Tecnologified
Ok so the title is like, "WTF?" Yeah, I know. Well the post from this morning...eh I was just in this really weird mood (so kinda ignore that post. This will be shorter and pretty sweet.
The title comes from my long time friend since 2nd grade, Rob. Hes the man, but doesn't realize it which is really his only problem. He and I (mostly him) started making verbs out of mostly nouns. so here is a list of things that have "technologified" my life. Well lets define this new term.
Technologified - bringing someone up-to-date on new technology; sharing ideas of technology; sharing sites and programs that can be used on a computer to make life simpler.
1. Windows 7
2. Dropbox.com
3. Newegg.com
4. Bitlord
5. isoHunt
6. LogMeIn.com
7. Ninite.com
all of this is so epic, i gotta finish this later. oh and i wrote this paragraph on my laptop...but its on my desktop....epic
The title comes from my long time friend since 2nd grade, Rob. Hes the man, but doesn't realize it which is really his only problem. He and I (mostly him) started making verbs out of mostly nouns. so here is a list of things that have "technologified" my life. Well lets define this new term.
Technologified - bringing someone up-to-date on new technology; sharing ideas of technology; sharing sites and programs that can be used on a computer to make life simpler.
1. Windows 7
2. Dropbox.com
3. Newegg.com
4. Bitlord
5. isoHunt
6. LogMeIn.com
7. Ninite.com
all of this is so epic, i gotta finish this later. oh and i wrote this paragraph on my laptop...but its on my desktop....epic
In a weird mood...
So I havn't blogged in a while. When I started this I thought I'd blog about life and everything pretty much everyday. Guess not. I know in prolly my last blog I mentioned that I didnt want to just blog about "I did this today, class was this, food was that, my suite-mate got high, and blahblahblah" Well, I'll catch ya up on things that have happened since the last time I blogged...well I'll start by explaining the weir mood I'm in.
I woke up this morning to one of my favorite songs. "Wish You Were Here", By Pink Floyd. Its definitely one of my favorite songs. Well after that I heard "Inhale", by Killswitch Engage. Sounds like a metal band right? Well, it is. Its one of those "RAH RAHHHHH RAHHHHHHH ::fast drum beat:: ::lots of very distorted guitar::" with some angst-y lyrics. Not this song. Its quiet. It starts off with a lightly distorted guitar that sounds like its coming from a distant radio. Then about 13 seconds in, an acoustic guitar joins in and I can always see a video playing in my mind. Its different every time. This morning it was one of those that seemed like someone had a home video of my life, and showed high school. It showed alex, marla, jun, mike and I playing around having fun. Life is so different these days. My last two years of high school were two of the greatest years of my life (so far).
I was happy. The worries I had would totally dissipate anytime I was with my friends, including my girlfriend at the time. She and I had this storybook relationship and people literally were jealous of our relationship. Not necessarily us, but the relationship. I remember taking her to one of my school dances or something, idk, maybe it was a concert or something...I forget. Anyway, the day after kids in my class came up to me and were like "how long have you guys been together?", "you two seem so happy", "do you two ever argue?". I got that last one a lot. "Do you two ever argue?" We never did in highschool. Maybe that's why I hate arguing. When I went to Union, "we" ended with an argument. Well...we kinda "took a break" in sept of that year. I came back in November and went to her place. I acted like nothing happened, and we were still together, and happy. I was so relieved just to be with her that I didn't realize how she was pulling away. I remember walking up behind her, putting my hands on her hips as she was getting/looking for something in the fridge in her new kitchen. She would usually stop, put her hands on mind and turn her head slightly. I could feel her smile. She didn't do that. She got what she needed and kinda turned outta my reach as her mom walked in the kitchen. So I didn't think much of it cuz her mom was there, but I didn't realize that she was doing this on purpose. A little time goes by, and I gotta go do whatever I needed to do or she needed to get ready for something, i forget. But we went out to my car. We sat in it. She said to me, "I think we should just stay friends". I was so happy just to be with her...that feeling quickly became a distant forgotten memory as shock, confusion, and even rage filled that empty void. I turned and asked what she said. She wouldn't look at me. She said it again. I said "Wait, why? Why cant we just go back to what we were?" She responds "We can't, its too late". I said "No, its never too late. We can start over!" This argument was short-lived. She didn't say anything and she let her hair block her face. I pushed it behind her ear and saw she was about to cry. As I was about to say something she turned, gave me a hug, and said something that I never was able to remember except the phrase, "I'm sorry" as I felt a drop on my shoulder. She got out of the car and walked back to her place. I don't know why I didn't get out and follow her. She went inside and everything I was feeling was replaced with rage and maybe even hate quicker than time itself can fathom. I felt my heart start to pound. I felt a tingly sensation of adrenaline in my chest and my legs. My hands started to shake as I released the handbrake of my car to let it roll down her (short) driveway. I rolled into the road, put it in gear, let out the clutch and the car jolted, jerked, and stalled. My mind was racing faster than ever. Ever second that passed felt like an eternity. I turned the engine back on. Put it in gear again, let out the clutch and bang, bang, bang. The engine stalled again. I couldn't see through the tears. I wiped them from my face as I sank in my seat. All the anger was put on pause. I felt so alone. Like I couldn't go anywhere, to anyone. A minute or so went by, and something made me look back at her house. I saw her at the front door just watching me. I didn't realize this would be the last time she would ever look at me again.
The pause button was broken and the anger started to play again...but this time it was on fast forward. I started the engine, revved it way up as I put it in gear and popped the clutch. Smoke from all four tires (it was a Subaru. They're all four wheel drive) rose from under the car as it lurched forward. I got to the end of the street and stopped. My phone buzzed. I took it and threw it out the window, not even caring who it was. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I turned right. Found route 17 and started going south because north had so much traffic. At one point while redlining it in 3rd and putting it in fourth (about 85-90mph as I recall) I passed a cop sitting in a parking lot. I swerved around a car blasted down the right lane and took the next exit. Drove about half a mile going about 60 in a 35, turned right onto some small road then turned left again. I stopped the car. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so mad that she turned me down after 18 months, that I didnt know where to go. I didn't know who to go to. I think about 15 minutes passed, I started the car and took back roads to go back to her place to ask her something. About an hour later, I was on Lincoln Ave near her place. I turned left on her road and remembered my phone. I pulled over and found it gently resting on a very big Hasta leaf. It was almost picturesque. Like it should be a postcard or in a calender. I picked it up and saw 17 missed calls, 7 text messages and 3 voicemails. The missed calls were from, Sarah, Marla, and my mom. I checked my voice mail since my mom called. She just wanted to know what I wanted for dinner sunday night when I came home (it was saturday). That was the first one. The second one was from Sarah. She said, "Tim, I'm sorry. I saw you drive off and got scared. I hope your ok." I controlled my emotions and listened to the last message. It was marla. She sounded almost panicked, trying to figure out where I was cuz apparently Sarah called her and told her everything. I checked my txts. Nothing special. As I got in my car I saw her green Civic driving towards me with her in the backseat behind the driver (her dad). This must have been about two hours after our argument. I saw her turn her head and put her hand on the window. I didn't feel sad, I didn't feel mad, I wasnt going to pursue or follow her. I just felt alone. I got in my car and just started driving. About another hour later marla started calling me non-stop. I finally answered after the fourth time. She said "come home" in a calm almost relived voice. I reached her place. As I pulled up her driveway, I saw her come out of the front door. She came over and gave me a big hug. She was the second girl I ever cried in front of. We sat on her couch and just held each other as she kept trying to calm me down. Eventually I fell asleep.
Since I know Rachel really is the only one that still reads my blogs, now she is the second person to know this story. I know I never went into this kind of detail. I think I wrote all of this because of the recent stupid little arguments we have been having. I love you, Rachel. Every time we argue, I see myself sitting in my car in sarah's driveway. I think that's why I hate arguing. I just want to be happy. I just want to be happy with you. You don't need to say it or worry about it or anything. I will always love you, no matter what happens.
I guess I just want to ask you to be easier on me. Every argument is like a kick in the nuts. I like to joke around, especially with you and especially in the past few months. You've changed so much for the better. I want that to continue, and for us just to be happy. I'm sorry If it seems like we don't talk as much since I'm here at Berks, hanging out with friends. But to be honest, I need people around me to keep me happy. I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to try to make me feel guilty about being busy. I just want us to be happy.
Eh sidenote, I'll write more later tonight or tomorrow.
I woke up this morning to one of my favorite songs. "Wish You Were Here", By Pink Floyd. Its definitely one of my favorite songs. Well after that I heard "Inhale", by Killswitch Engage. Sounds like a metal band right? Well, it is. Its one of those "RAH RAHHHHH RAHHHHHHH ::fast drum beat:: ::lots of very distorted guitar::" with some angst-y lyrics. Not this song. Its quiet. It starts off with a lightly distorted guitar that sounds like its coming from a distant radio. Then about 13 seconds in, an acoustic guitar joins in and I can always see a video playing in my mind. Its different every time. This morning it was one of those that seemed like someone had a home video of my life, and showed high school. It showed alex, marla, jun, mike and I playing around having fun. Life is so different these days. My last two years of high school were two of the greatest years of my life (so far).
I was happy. The worries I had would totally dissipate anytime I was with my friends, including my girlfriend at the time. She and I had this storybook relationship and people literally were jealous of our relationship. Not necessarily us, but the relationship. I remember taking her to one of my school dances or something, idk, maybe it was a concert or something...I forget. Anyway, the day after kids in my class came up to me and were like "how long have you guys been together?", "you two seem so happy", "do you two ever argue?". I got that last one a lot. "Do you two ever argue?" We never did in highschool. Maybe that's why I hate arguing. When I went to Union, "we" ended with an argument. Well...we kinda "took a break" in sept of that year. I came back in November and went to her place. I acted like nothing happened, and we were still together, and happy. I was so relieved just to be with her that I didn't realize how she was pulling away. I remember walking up behind her, putting my hands on her hips as she was getting/looking for something in the fridge in her new kitchen. She would usually stop, put her hands on mind and turn her head slightly. I could feel her smile. She didn't do that. She got what she needed and kinda turned outta my reach as her mom walked in the kitchen. So I didn't think much of it cuz her mom was there, but I didn't realize that she was doing this on purpose. A little time goes by, and I gotta go do whatever I needed to do or she needed to get ready for something, i forget. But we went out to my car. We sat in it. She said to me, "I think we should just stay friends". I was so happy just to be with her...that feeling quickly became a distant forgotten memory as shock, confusion, and even rage filled that empty void. I turned and asked what she said. She wouldn't look at me. She said it again. I said "Wait, why? Why cant we just go back to what we were?" She responds "We can't, its too late". I said "No, its never too late. We can start over!" This argument was short-lived. She didn't say anything and she let her hair block her face. I pushed it behind her ear and saw she was about to cry. As I was about to say something she turned, gave me a hug, and said something that I never was able to remember except the phrase, "I'm sorry" as I felt a drop on my shoulder. She got out of the car and walked back to her place. I don't know why I didn't get out and follow her. She went inside and everything I was feeling was replaced with rage and maybe even hate quicker than time itself can fathom. I felt my heart start to pound. I felt a tingly sensation of adrenaline in my chest and my legs. My hands started to shake as I released the handbrake of my car to let it roll down her (short) driveway. I rolled into the road, put it in gear, let out the clutch and the car jolted, jerked, and stalled. My mind was racing faster than ever. Ever second that passed felt like an eternity. I turned the engine back on. Put it in gear again, let out the clutch and bang, bang, bang. The engine stalled again. I couldn't see through the tears. I wiped them from my face as I sank in my seat. All the anger was put on pause. I felt so alone. Like I couldn't go anywhere, to anyone. A minute or so went by, and something made me look back at her house. I saw her at the front door just watching me. I didn't realize this would be the last time she would ever look at me again.
The pause button was broken and the anger started to play again...but this time it was on fast forward. I started the engine, revved it way up as I put it in gear and popped the clutch. Smoke from all four tires (it was a Subaru. They're all four wheel drive) rose from under the car as it lurched forward. I got to the end of the street and stopped. My phone buzzed. I took it and threw it out the window, not even caring who it was. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I turned right. Found route 17 and started going south because north had so much traffic. At one point while redlining it in 3rd and putting it in fourth (about 85-90mph as I recall) I passed a cop sitting in a parking lot. I swerved around a car blasted down the right lane and took the next exit. Drove about half a mile going about 60 in a 35, turned right onto some small road then turned left again. I stopped the car. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so mad that she turned me down after 18 months, that I didnt know where to go. I didn't know who to go to. I think about 15 minutes passed, I started the car and took back roads to go back to her place to ask her something. About an hour later, I was on Lincoln Ave near her place. I turned left on her road and remembered my phone. I pulled over and found it gently resting on a very big Hasta leaf. It was almost picturesque. Like it should be a postcard or in a calender. I picked it up and saw 17 missed calls, 7 text messages and 3 voicemails. The missed calls were from, Sarah, Marla, and my mom. I checked my voice mail since my mom called. She just wanted to know what I wanted for dinner sunday night when I came home (it was saturday). That was the first one. The second one was from Sarah. She said, "Tim, I'm sorry. I saw you drive off and got scared. I hope your ok." I controlled my emotions and listened to the last message. It was marla. She sounded almost panicked, trying to figure out where I was cuz apparently Sarah called her and told her everything. I checked my txts. Nothing special. As I got in my car I saw her green Civic driving towards me with her in the backseat behind the driver (her dad). This must have been about two hours after our argument. I saw her turn her head and put her hand on the window. I didn't feel sad, I didn't feel mad, I wasnt going to pursue or follow her. I just felt alone. I got in my car and just started driving. About another hour later marla started calling me non-stop. I finally answered after the fourth time. She said "come home" in a calm almost relived voice. I reached her place. As I pulled up her driveway, I saw her come out of the front door. She came over and gave me a big hug. She was the second girl I ever cried in front of. We sat on her couch and just held each other as she kept trying to calm me down. Eventually I fell asleep.
Since I know Rachel really is the only one that still reads my blogs, now she is the second person to know this story. I know I never went into this kind of detail. I think I wrote all of this because of the recent stupid little arguments we have been having. I love you, Rachel. Every time we argue, I see myself sitting in my car in sarah's driveway. I think that's why I hate arguing. I just want to be happy. I just want to be happy with you. You don't need to say it or worry about it or anything. I will always love you, no matter what happens.
I guess I just want to ask you to be easier on me. Every argument is like a kick in the nuts. I like to joke around, especially with you and especially in the past few months. You've changed so much for the better. I want that to continue, and for us just to be happy. I'm sorry If it seems like we don't talk as much since I'm here at Berks, hanging out with friends. But to be honest, I need people around me to keep me happy. I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to try to make me feel guilty about being busy. I just want us to be happy.
Eh sidenote, I'll write more later tonight or tomorrow.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
In class...
So I'm in class. ok more specifically, waiting for class to start. Its Business Law (for people who have never had Law before. Our prof is a real lawyer! ::clap clap clap:: Well she moved back the starting time of each class by 15 minutes because she works and cant get here by 6pm. I changed from my tuesday/thursday 915am class cuz i didnt want to keep getting up at 8, well...waking up at 8, getting up at 830, food at 9 and in class by 915. So this is my 4-credit course. If I ace this course, then it will reallllllly help my GPA.
Ok, so that was actually last night and i forgot to finish this. I'm on my laptop waiting for mgmt to start. I have no english today YAY! Shit, I gotta find an article about ethics in the next five min
later
Ok, so that was actually last night and i forgot to finish this. I'm on my laptop waiting for mgmt to start. I have no english today YAY! Shit, I gotta find an article about ethics in the next five min
later
Monday, February 1, 2010
So I know its been a while
Well maybe only a week or so, but I like to blog when I have something to talk about other than "i did this today, i did that, it was cool cuz...blahblahblah" So I went to class today.....yeah BORING.
Rachel came down this weekend. It was epic. Details can stay between us :D
I'm surrounded by republicans...at Penn State. Im glad that most people I hang out with at home are democratic or at least. Wait a second...I dont care about politics...tho when someone bashes someone and makes lies that they cant back up...thats stupid. I will refrain fom mentioning one of my good friends from a long time that bashed President Obama because she just doesnt know any better. If she DID know better, shed do research and look into what the effects of what hes trying to do will be. Lemme say this...I dont agree with everything he says. Last wednesday, he had a State of the Union ADDRESS (better? :-p). He mentioned that he wants to double exports out of the United States in the next five years. Ok, thats totally not going to happen. He wants to DOUBLE exports? hes out of his mind. Things like reintroducing "Pay as you go" I think is a great idea because it has proved that it worked in the 90s under former President Clinton. It took billions of dollars of deficit and turned it into a yearly profit (if you will) of several hundred billion dollars....which former (thank god) President Bush used in one year and then some.
One thing that really made me think that Obama is just a regular guy trying to make a difference in a world that doesnt like to embrace change but wants it...he said that he wants to do what is necessary, not what is popular. Open minded people should realize that he has some of the brightest and best people working for him and helping him make these big decisions. Now wait a second...what about the smaller decisions...ok I cant name any cuz I dont pay that much attention to politics (since they generally suck) but Obama deals with the hardest issues, otherwisehe wouldnt have time to take a dump if he was trying to help the governor of Hawaii decide if he wants to fix some out in the middle of fucking nowhere road that was covered in lava...thats not Obamas job.
Enough about politics...I'm stuck thinking about this stuff alot because that's all I'm tlaking about in four out of six classes I'm taking this term.
SO on a lighter note...my aunt and uncle have a futon they dont really have space for. Or it has no place to go. Its 29" high, 37" deep, and 60" wide. I'm sitting at my desk in my dorm and it would go to my left against the heater (no its not a fire-hazard because even if i put the futon up against the heater, that front panel never gets hot enough for it to become an issue...ive touched it when the heat is on and off, and when the fan is on and off, and every conbination you could make). Right now, it wouldnt fit. So the dresser (three drawers) I would put at the end of my bed. The omwar (sp?) /closet thingy i would move a little closer to the door, and I'd move my desk down a little bit. then I keep my computer, trash and recycling bin in the corner. Now I realize that the futon is not going to match the room but I care more about politics than if the shit in my room matches...and if you have read this post and previous posts, you should know that I dont like politics, and I only care enough to do well in my classes.
Thats kinda it unless someone reminds me of something later...
damn I'm tired
Rachel came down this weekend. It was epic. Details can stay between us :D
I'm surrounded by republicans...at Penn State. Im glad that most people I hang out with at home are democratic or at least. Wait a second...I dont care about politics...tho when someone bashes someone and makes lies that they cant back up...thats stupid. I will refrain fom mentioning one of my good friends from a long time that bashed President Obama because she just doesnt know any better. If she DID know better, shed do research and look into what the effects of what hes trying to do will be. Lemme say this...I dont agree with everything he says. Last wednesday, he had a State of the Union ADDRESS (better? :-p). He mentioned that he wants to double exports out of the United States in the next five years. Ok, thats totally not going to happen. He wants to DOUBLE exports? hes out of his mind. Things like reintroducing "Pay as you go" I think is a great idea because it has proved that it worked in the 90s under former President Clinton. It took billions of dollars of deficit and turned it into a yearly profit (if you will) of several hundred billion dollars....which former (thank god) President Bush used in one year and then some.
One thing that really made me think that Obama is just a regular guy trying to make a difference in a world that doesnt like to embrace change but wants it...he said that he wants to do what is necessary, not what is popular. Open minded people should realize that he has some of the brightest and best people working for him and helping him make these big decisions. Now wait a second...what about the smaller decisions...ok I cant name any cuz I dont pay that much attention to politics (since they generally suck) but Obama deals with the hardest issues, otherwisehe wouldnt have time to take a dump if he was trying to help the governor of Hawaii decide if he wants to fix some out in the middle of fucking nowhere road that was covered in lava...thats not Obamas job.
Enough about politics...I'm stuck thinking about this stuff alot because that's all I'm tlaking about in four out of six classes I'm taking this term.
SO on a lighter note...my aunt and uncle have a futon they dont really have space for. Or it has no place to go. Its 29" high, 37" deep, and 60" wide. I'm sitting at my desk in my dorm and it would go to my left against the heater (no its not a fire-hazard because even if i put the futon up against the heater, that front panel never gets hot enough for it to become an issue...ive touched it when the heat is on and off, and when the fan is on and off, and every conbination you could make). Right now, it wouldnt fit. So the dresser (three drawers) I would put at the end of my bed. The omwar (sp?) /closet thingy i would move a little closer to the door, and I'd move my desk down a little bit. then I keep my computer, trash and recycling bin in the corner. Now I realize that the futon is not going to match the room but I care more about politics than if the shit in my room matches...and if you have read this post and previous posts, you should know that I dont like politics, and I only care enough to do well in my classes.
Thats kinda it unless someone reminds me of something later...
damn I'm tired
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Paper...ugh
(This will be short..and here's why) So, I have this massive paper that we were given no heads up for and little time to do. THANKFULLY, I have nothing to do this weekend, cept this paper. Its on the "Cash For Clunkers" thing that I thought did well from July to (whenever they ran out of money). Well, Ive done my research...it was a giant fail. No seriously. This can qualify as an EPIC FAIL. I could rant about this for a while but instead I should write the paper.
Um, oh this is a new subject btw...um...how do I say this...one of my suite-mates does drugs. Apparently he dropped acid last night. Um, not my thing. That shit will fuck you up.
Ok, so that's kinda it for now cuz I want to get more of that paper done. OH, Forza Motorsport 3...epic win!
Oh and Rachel lost the game...but shes coming down next weekend. Is this the right place to talk about...um, yeah maybe not....not yet
Um, oh this is a new subject btw...um...how do I say this...one of my suite-mates does drugs. Apparently he dropped acid last night. Um, not my thing. That shit will fuck you up.
Ok, so that's kinda it for now cuz I want to get more of that paper done. OH, Forza Motorsport 3...epic win!
Oh and Rachel lost the game...but shes coming down next weekend. Is this the right place to talk about...um, yeah maybe not....not yet
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Turning "ugh" into "yay"
There are things in my life I forget about. Lets talk school first. I forget a lot of stuff. ::avoiding the subject of my blackberry and how much it disgusts me, but I cant live without it (yeah I could, Id get something else) and how it has everything on it:: For example, in my International Business class today he mentioned the essays on all the exams. Well guess what I forgot? They are all take-home exams! (Welcome to college) and that's only the good news. Want better news? THE FINAL EXAM...yes the final exam...is also "take-home". NOW WAIT! THERE'S MORE!! We have two to three weeks to complete each exam! Epic right? Welcome to college!
So that's all good news. The bad part? Haiti got hit by another earthquake today. 6.1 on the Richter scale. 8 Days ago they got hit by a 7.0. I hate the way this is gonna sound, but that sucks and I'm glad I don't live there. I feel bad for Haiti. They are piss-poor to begin with, and now they are totally devastated. Who's gonna help rebuild the country, as small as it is? Well thats the kinda stuff we are talking about in my International Business class....and other stuff, but it has come up and we only started to discuss it today. More on that later.
So I bought the CD (on iTunes) Ocean Eyes, By Owl City. I'm 99.9% sure that the singer of Owl City is the same dude from The Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, ehhh....and some other band I cant think of right now. I love the CD. Ill add it to the playlist I go to sleep to. Ill have to turn off my subwoofer, cuz the songs have niiice bass.
Thats its for now. Maybe I'll write more before I go to bed.
-Jim
P.s. My IB prof thought my name was Jim, I lol'd.
Rachel <3 miss ya
So that's all good news. The bad part? Haiti got hit by another earthquake today. 6.1 on the Richter scale. 8 Days ago they got hit by a 7.0. I hate the way this is gonna sound, but that sucks and I'm glad I don't live there. I feel bad for Haiti. They are piss-poor to begin with, and now they are totally devastated. Who's gonna help rebuild the country, as small as it is? Well thats the kinda stuff we are talking about in my International Business class....and other stuff, but it has come up and we only started to discuss it today. More on that later.
So I bought the CD (on iTunes) Ocean Eyes, By Owl City. I'm 99.9% sure that the singer of Owl City is the same dude from The Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, ehhh....and some other band I cant think of right now. I love the CD. Ill add it to the playlist I go to sleep to. Ill have to turn off my subwoofer, cuz the songs have niiice bass.
Thats its for now. Maybe I'll write more before I go to bed.
-Jim
P.s. My IB prof thought my name was Jim, I lol'd.
Rachel <3 miss ya
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I put pieces in their place...then I find another
I'm slowly getting my room to look how I want it. Got my poster of a Cobra (more than jsut a poster but its take 30 min to explain it, ok fine 5min, but thats too long and im sure whoever reading this doesnt really care.... :P to Rachel) above my bed on a concrete wall, gotta love 3M and their sticky stuff. (yeah yeah yeahhh...that's what she said) and I'll try to get this tapestry I've had for years up somewhere else on my wall.
So I had to reinstall Windows XP on my computer...yes I use Windows 7, not XP. Here's why. The pre-order I got for $30 must be installed on a computer that has an existing version of Windows on it. LAME...cuz I got rid of XP cuz I didnt need it. I found out that if I had Vista, this wouldnt have happened lol. So, I'm still in the middle of doing all that. Meanwhile, iTunes is importing my (almost) 16,000 songs and keeps doing something weird......weiAH LIKE THAT! Im not crazy, at least that's what I tell myself. Hmm....there were a few legit things I wanted to blog about.
OH!
Ok, so Im convinced (that i might have blogged about this before HAHAHA not funny) that people in PA are sheltered (knew that), more religious than I'm used to (figured that), and way more trusting that I could ever be (ehh....yeah about that). So I come home last night from chill with Rachel, and I go to my room and pass out soon after. Morning smacks me in the face to get up when I totally don't want to and I get ready and head out the door. One of my suite-mates is like "hey sup hows your weekend?" I said its cool, did alot blahblahblah...well not so much blahblhahblah cuz I wanted to get outta there, get food and go to class then come back and do the computer thing that you probably skipped over (HA! GOT YA!). So I'm just trying to be nice and I saw "what did you do?" and he said something that i don't remember and i didn't (and still dont) care about WAIT I REMEMBER!!! He said "im passing a kidney stone". OK...WOAH....tmi? Yeah a little bit. Hes from Pennsylvania, so it adds to my argument about how people from PA are too trusting. (I do have a point about myself that ill mention at the end of this part) Ok, so he says that and I'm thinking about how my dad started to pass a kidney stone on New Years of 2000. Bad timing much? So I'm like "shit dude, that sucks!"....wait a second...this dude is younger than me. eh 19-20? He shouldn't be passing a kidney stone till hes at least....30-35? Cuz that stuff takes alot of time. SO, I'm guessing he does a lot more drugs than I realized at first. I hate to judge the dude, cuz I try my best to try no to judge people...but he totally looks like the type that does alot of drugs.
On to weird point #2. After that he then says he broke up with his girlfriend. I'm already trying to get outta the door and get a bagel cuz I'm hungry, tired and its just too early for me to care. I say "shit, what happened?". He then says "she told me she doesn't trust me anymore and then I told her to go fuck herself". I didn't know what to say (I wanted to say, well at least Ill definitely never hear you two having sex...but i didn't) and then hes like "well there's plenty of fish in the sea". So, awkwardly, I was like "yeah you'll find a girl...ah shit I gotta go to class". I left feeling bad for him, but not caring much at all. Why did he tell me all that? I think its cuz hes too trusting...once again, my theory of people in PA being to trusting proves to be true...either that or I still have issues with trust. I don't know if I'll ever get over that [damn this chair is uncomfortable].
(skip this paragraph for now, no seriously....JUST DO IT) ok so the one suite-mate I was talking about earlier just came back and was like "so i have a paper due tomorrow. I'm going to a friends apartment to do some illegal things and then ill write my paper...then tomorrow ill look back at my paper and be like 'what the fuck did i write?'" And he just came back saying, "btw my meds n stuff are in the freezer cuz they're supposed to be cold and there's a big bag of gummy bears in the fridge if you want to partake" (ok now skip forward to the * )
Hmm...OH class today. Business Law, at 9:15...we had a pop quiz. That's not the bad part. I was totally still half asleep..."and thats not all folks!"....Correction: TWO pop quizzes. (back up for a second to the last paragraph) * ok so i did all that just to confuse you...yea...i did..get over it :-p. Ok, Business Law...two pop quizzes (i almost typed "poop quizzes") BUT heres the good news. BOTH ARE OPEN BOK AND OPEN NOTES! Fuck yeah. Aced em both! And this class might be my most important class since its 4-credits and affects my GPA the most. If I ace this course, I'll def get on the Deans list.
Later in Mgnt (management....I don't wana keep typing it out cuz i keep spelling it wrong cuz i only sorta care) I sit in the front corner. I hate front-n-center and I cant pay attention in the back, so front corner is best. The prof (whose totally stuck in the 70s with the poor comb-over and the glasses thick enough I could turn into a weapon of nerdy destruction) says to me "your not (whoever sat in my seat last class), your Tim right? you're supposed to be five seats back." IDKY but I was really embarrassed. I was so close to saying "um who cares? I dont want to sit back there" then maybe he would say something that involved the phrase 'you people' then I could be like, "you talkin' to me? what do you mean, 'you people'? you put me in the back cuz I'm one of the few guineas in this school? OLD-ASS BITCH?!" ...but I didn't say anything. (there's more but it comes later)
English...boring...if the prof wasn't in her 20s and really hot I'd totally be bored. No, I don't stare at her chest the whole time, she is attractive though (sorry Rachel, but I'm sure there's some dude teacher you think is hot in your school. So, :P) ANYWAY, english was fine. Get into Mktg (short for Marketing, but I don't wana keep typing it) and I sit in the front corner. I have the same prof for Mgnt and Mktg. Mitch Zimmer. So, I'm sitting there reading some article on my netbook and he says something, but I wasn't paying attention...but I heard my name. I picked my head up and looked at him. He says "I know the dude that sits in your seat and he always sits as close as he can to the girl that sits in front of him (there was one desk in front of me that I put my jacket on) and they are not going to want to move cuz the girl is one of those that acts dumb but is brilliant" I think I literally made this face ( -.- ), to better explain that ::FACEPLAM:: SO I said nicely, "uh cant they sit somewhere else? I like sitting up here" ugh im not in the mood to tell the rest of this story cuz its not very interesting and I have things to do...WAIT...then later in class he gave us a 8-10 page paper to do by tuesday (he said maybe thursday). Thats sucks but we also have a presentation to do on thursday on the same topic. My group chose the "cash for clunkers". More about that when I'm writting about it.
EDIT..ok Ill write moar cuz Rachel was like "ZOMG WHAAT TEH FUKZ, deh shit made no centz!" So here the rest of it (haha I almost wrote tit)
So the reason he wanted everyone to sit in the same seat every class is because his thick glasses are blocking his brain's ability to absorb the names of his students. Hes all anal like that and it kinda made me want to go up and smack his comb-over back behind his ears...ew that comb-over is longer than my hair...ew...so I think that's it. I have stuff to do, lGaAtMeEr (yeah I said it...Heather-style)
So I had to reinstall Windows XP on my computer...yes I use Windows 7, not XP. Here's why. The pre-order I got for $30 must be installed on a computer that has an existing version of Windows on it. LAME...cuz I got rid of XP cuz I didnt need it. I found out that if I had Vista, this wouldnt have happened lol. So, I'm still in the middle of doing all that. Meanwhile, iTunes is importing my (almost) 16,000 songs and keeps doing something weird......weiAH LIKE THAT! Im not crazy, at least that's what I tell myself. Hmm....there were a few legit things I wanted to blog about.
OH!
Ok, so Im convinced (that i might have blogged about this before HAHAHA not funny) that people in PA are sheltered (knew that), more religious than I'm used to (figured that), and way more trusting that I could ever be (ehh....yeah about that). So I come home last night from chill with Rachel, and I go to my room and pass out soon after. Morning smacks me in the face to get up when I totally don't want to and I get ready and head out the door. One of my suite-mates is like "hey sup hows your weekend?" I said its cool, did alot blahblahblah...well not so much blahblhahblah cuz I wanted to get outta there, get food and go to class then come back and do the computer thing that you probably skipped over (HA! GOT YA!). So I'm just trying to be nice and I saw "what did you do?" and he said something that i don't remember and i didn't (and still dont) care about WAIT I REMEMBER!!! He said "im passing a kidney stone". OK...WOAH....tmi? Yeah a little bit. Hes from Pennsylvania, so it adds to my argument about how people from PA are too trusting. (I do have a point about myself that ill mention at the end of this part) Ok, so he says that and I'm thinking about how my dad started to pass a kidney stone on New Years of 2000. Bad timing much? So I'm like "shit dude, that sucks!"....wait a second...this dude is younger than me. eh 19-20? He shouldn't be passing a kidney stone till hes at least....30-35? Cuz that stuff takes alot of time. SO, I'm guessing he does a lot more drugs than I realized at first. I hate to judge the dude, cuz I try my best to try no to judge people...but he totally looks like the type that does alot of drugs.
On to weird point #2. After that he then says he broke up with his girlfriend. I'm already trying to get outta the door and get a bagel cuz I'm hungry, tired and its just too early for me to care. I say "shit, what happened?". He then says "she told me she doesn't trust me anymore and then I told her to go fuck herself". I didn't know what to say (I wanted to say, well at least Ill definitely never hear you two having sex...but i didn't) and then hes like "well there's plenty of fish in the sea". So, awkwardly, I was like "yeah you'll find a girl...ah shit I gotta go to class". I left feeling bad for him, but not caring much at all. Why did he tell me all that? I think its cuz hes too trusting...once again, my theory of people in PA being to trusting proves to be true...either that or I still have issues with trust. I don't know if I'll ever get over that [damn this chair is uncomfortable].
(skip this paragraph for now, no seriously....JUST DO IT) ok so the one suite-mate I was talking about earlier just came back and was like "so i have a paper due tomorrow. I'm going to a friends apartment to do some illegal things and then ill write my paper...then tomorrow ill look back at my paper and be like 'what the fuck did i write?'" And he just came back saying, "btw my meds n stuff are in the freezer cuz they're supposed to be cold and there's a big bag of gummy bears in the fridge if you want to partake" (ok now skip forward to the * )
Hmm...OH class today. Business Law, at 9:15...we had a pop quiz. That's not the bad part. I was totally still half asleep..."and thats not all folks!"....Correction: TWO pop quizzes. (back up for a second to the last paragraph) * ok so i did all that just to confuse you...yea...i did..get over it :-p. Ok, Business Law...two pop quizzes (i almost typed "poop quizzes") BUT heres the good news. BOTH ARE OPEN BOK AND OPEN NOTES! Fuck yeah. Aced em both! And this class might be my most important class since its 4-credits and affects my GPA the most. If I ace this course, I'll def get on the Deans list.
Later in Mgnt (management....I don't wana keep typing it out cuz i keep spelling it wrong cuz i only sorta care) I sit in the front corner. I hate front-n-center and I cant pay attention in the back, so front corner is best. The prof (whose totally stuck in the 70s with the poor comb-over and the glasses thick enough I could turn into a weapon of nerdy destruction) says to me "your not (whoever sat in my seat last class), your Tim right? you're supposed to be five seats back." IDKY but I was really embarrassed. I was so close to saying "um who cares? I dont want to sit back there" then maybe he would say something that involved the phrase 'you people' then I could be like, "you talkin' to me? what do you mean, 'you people'? you put me in the back cuz I'm one of the few guineas in this school? OLD-ASS BITCH?!" ...but I didn't say anything. (there's more but it comes later)
English...boring...if the prof wasn't in her 20s and really hot I'd totally be bored. No, I don't stare at her chest the whole time, she is attractive though (sorry Rachel, but I'm sure there's some dude teacher you think is hot in your school. So, :P) ANYWAY, english was fine. Get into Mktg (short for Marketing, but I don't wana keep typing it) and I sit in the front corner. I have the same prof for Mgnt and Mktg. Mitch Zimmer. So, I'm sitting there reading some article on my netbook and he says something, but I wasn't paying attention...but I heard my name. I picked my head up and looked at him. He says "I know the dude that sits in your seat and he always sits as close as he can to the girl that sits in front of him (there was one desk in front of me that I put my jacket on) and they are not going to want to move cuz the girl is one of those that acts dumb but is brilliant" I think I literally made this face ( -.- ), to better explain that ::FACEPLAM:: SO I said nicely, "uh cant they sit somewhere else? I like sitting up here" ugh im not in the mood to tell the rest of this story cuz its not very interesting and I have things to do...WAIT...then later in class he gave us a 8-10 page paper to do by tuesday (he said maybe thursday). Thats sucks but we also have a presentation to do on thursday on the same topic. My group chose the "cash for clunkers". More about that when I'm writting about it.
EDIT..ok Ill write moar cuz Rachel was like "ZOMG WHAAT TEH FUKZ, deh shit made no centz!" So here the rest of it (haha I almost wrote tit)
So the reason he wanted everyone to sit in the same seat every class is because his thick glasses are blocking his brain's ability to absorb the names of his students. Hes all anal like that and it kinda made me want to go up and smack his comb-over back behind his ears...ew that comb-over is longer than my hair...ew...so I think that's it. I have stuff to do, lGaAtMeEr (yeah I said it...Heather-style)
Monday, January 18, 2010
Yuengling...the conspiracy
Im back in my dorm. Did wash at home, went out to dinner with the rents and got stuff I forgot (again) from home. my ethernet cable is too short for my xbox....ill have to move it.
COMCAST SUCKS...menus are lame, the channels are...fine. I press a button and there's lag...not cool...oh and they changed most of the lineup in the past week, SO the little guide thingy is now outdated...balls.
Ok, so about the conspiracy...friday, went out to Buffalo Wild Wings with Rachel and got lots of food. Asked of a Yuengling...and they "dont carry it anymore". So I'm like "aight, whatever. I'm cool" Then saturday, I go to buy a 6-pack and then I realized that we were in not in Pa...so it might not be anywhere. Sunday, football games are going on, and there is beer but no Yuengling...not like that was a big deal but it was like "ugh". Then today...I go out with my rents and order a Yuengling and I didnt have my license cuz dad was all like "mehmehmeh lets take my car" and mom was like "mehmehmeh i want seat warmers!"...and I left my wallet in MY car....I just want a Yuengling! :-p
I have class at 9:15 tomorrow morning and a few things to clean up, so this is it for tonight. Ill write more tomorrow.
Game anyone?
COMCAST SUCKS...menus are lame, the channels are...fine. I press a button and there's lag...not cool...oh and they changed most of the lineup in the past week, SO the little guide thingy is now outdated...balls.
Ok, so about the conspiracy...friday, went out to Buffalo Wild Wings with Rachel and got lots of food. Asked of a Yuengling...and they "dont carry it anymore". So I'm like "aight, whatever. I'm cool" Then saturday, I go to buy a 6-pack and then I realized that we were in not in Pa...so it might not be anywhere. Sunday, football games are going on, and there is beer but no Yuengling...not like that was a big deal but it was like "ugh". Then today...I go out with my rents and order a Yuengling and I didnt have my license cuz dad was all like "mehmehmeh lets take my car" and mom was like "mehmehmeh i want seat warmers!"...and I left my wallet in MY car....I just want a Yuengling! :-p
I have class at 9:15 tomorrow morning and a few things to clean up, so this is it for tonight. Ill write more tomorrow.
Game anyone?
Sunday, January 17, 2010
West Chester...no the one in New York
Im chilln at Rachel's place. her brother is playing Borderlands online with (i think) his friend across the street. I'm sitting on her bed on her macbook. Friday was fun even though we didnt really do alotalot. Yesterday was kinda lazy too (and I think today is going to be the same, tho she wants to go in the city...er the mall?) We went to a friend's party, drank a little, played some Wii, and watched our friend act like she "made love to her tonic and gin" for hours on end...but she maybe had a beer (not quite two) and one drink that had maybe one shot in it. She is what we call..."The Attention Whore". No she is not a whore (some people may argue with me...hell I think I might argue with me! also I bet Rachel just lol'd at that comment) but she does, er at least used to, sleep with alot of guys. Ok, Ill stop bashing her cuz it can be too easy at times.
I dont really want to go anywhere today, but Rachel does, so I might just grin and bear it and deal. I'm feeling lazy...extra lazy...like that kind of lazy you get the morning after you drink alot BUT your not hungover and you dont have stuff to do...that kind of lazy. Now heres the funny part, we didn't drink much last night. Hell, I didn't even get tipsy. hmm, I had three beers and one mixed drink over...5 hours?
Anyway, the New Orleans Saints completely "had their way with" (i dont like saying "rape" because its horrible and I dont think its right at all...I dont really like to joke about it, thats a lie, but I only joke about it with people I know dont mind) umm...oh yeah, the Saints destroyed whoever-was-left-dead-on-the-field-screaming-hollering-like-a-dead-whore (sorry bad joke, BUT YOU LAUGHED ANYWAY!) wait, if their dead...they're not going to be making any sounds....yeah you were just thinking that :-p. So that game was (shit, I lost the game) yesterday. There was some game last night, and theres one today. Dim Sum later FTW!
Ok, so Rachel's bored and singing the penis song...nope, I've never heard of it and it was really short (thats what she said). Ill blog more when I get back to my dorm on monday.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
1 down, 14 more to go!
Here ends the first week at PS. Living here is fun. Meeting some cool people. My suite-mates are cool. One is quiet, met him once. One is alot like me, and the other...isnt but we still get along fine. Today was the second day of most of my classes. I dropped fencing and made up a story about how i pulled out my shoulder...ok i didnt totally make it up. I did actually pull my shoulder at least twice over break...I just thought the class was lame and I wanted some extra nap time after my Business law class at 915. i still think my management and marketing classes will be my hardest classes.
Its late, enough about my classes. I was pleasantly surprised that I have very little to do for any class, for tuesday. ugh im tired. anyway, im driving up to ny to visit rachel<3 for the weekend amybe plus monday...idkyet. Ill pack to sty till monday but idk if her parents will be cool with that since I know she is getting close to midterms. OH ok random fact, wednesday when i was driving back to school, i was on I-76 and was stuck in the left lane. two trucks to the right, and grandpa in front of me. So someone starts tailgating me (btw i hate that cuz ive been hit in the rear twice and was almost part of a big accident. Anyway, this dude wanted me to speed up or pull over. HAHA, well theres a big truck to my right, and some 90-yr old dude in front of me...i can see this guy waving his arms at me and pointing at me...i ignore it. he flashes his lights and now im annoyed. Instead of doing stupid shit that PA drivers tend to do alot because they are oblivious to this thing that the rest of the country calls defensive driving (more on that later), all i did was put on my right blinker and start to slow down, slowly. No i didnt slam on my breaks, actually all i did was pull the car back into third gear and lift off the gas to make the engine do some breaking byitself (its not much) then I applied the breaks just enough so I knew my break lights were on. While slowing down, its obvious this guy is pissed...but Im making the situation safer by making both of us slow down (yes i know, and the people behind him) so im down to about 40mph and i finally get a chance to move over. He passes me and gives me the finger, I lol'd and thought about how many other people he would piss off that day and maybe someday karma will hit him in the back of the head and knock him the fuck out lol.
Oh yeah, I believe in karma. This is only kinda recent; past few years. Also religion-wise (if you care) I do believe that there is a higher power that we cannot directly communicate with but that affects us all. Call "it" whatever you want, but I know there is something, someone, watching over us. I feel all religions (generally) have the same feeling but they define this higher power...I cant yet.
Ok so I'm interested in religion just about as much as I care about politics. That isn't saying much. ::insert witty joke:: since I'm too tired to think of one. On the subject of politics, I have to read about this shit for four out of five classes (six if you count choir...and I dont. Choir is there to help boost my GPA since it has become super-lame...wait i ranted about this in an earlier post, well I'll rant about it after the next time i have to sit through another hour and 20 min of his blahblahblahblahblahblah). So one of my profs, Mitch Zimmer, is stuck in the 70s. SERIOUSLY, hes cool and all, but come on dude...comb-overs that obvious will make you fall into the category of "fashion victims" but those glasses are so thick you could...well...lemme put it this way, never take them off and point them in the sun. You will burn, instantly. Those spex are so thick I could use them to keep my car in the air. Those lenses are so thick I could measure the distance between now and that out of style thing you call "hair" that really should just be shaved off. You remind me of Stephen Hawking when he wasnt all "BLEHH" and "DEHH" from Parkinsons. You define "NERD"
OMFG FUNNY STORY! Tuesday, in marketing with Zimmer. Hes blabering on about how we are supposed to care about how he (being an engineer) became so entangled in the world of business...and why we should care (didnt I mention that?)...anyway, he goes "If you look in the dictionary for the word "Nerd", you'll find my picture". I actually lol'd out loud and he looked at me...I went straight to a poker face assuming that those binoculars he calls glasses might enable him to see the smirk on my face that blatently said "HOLY SHIT THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING!" Win for me?
I'm mad tired, I realized I can write better when:
1. I give a shit about what I'm writing about
2. I get started, THEN I get going on that thing everyone calls writing
and 3. I give a shit
Its like that golden rule in real-estate: Location, location, location. A beautiful house with 10 acres, a big garage, a disco, and some thing from the future that turns little capsules into a full dinner with only a drop of water (SHUT UP I WANT ONE DAMMIT!!!), located next to I-95 behind a truck stop but in front of those big gasoline tanks....isnt gonna be worth much. In fact, I bet I could shit in a bag and sell that on Craig's list for more than that house is worth (minus the "capsule into food" thingy)....which reminds me...
So I picked I-95 and "those big gasoline tanks" because every time I go up to see Rachel, I pass that area in NJ. I'll admit, ANYONE that drives in NJ on the turnpike and passes ONLY THAT SHIT...will think the entire state is shitty and they have a good reason to think that. Heres my problem (rachel, hush :-p), New Jersey is not a giant shithole. YES, there are shitholes in NJ (Camden, Paterson, Jersey City, Newark, Hoboken, I-95 from the GWB down to exit 12-ish for the parkway) but a lot of NJ is really nice. Bergen county is in the north east corner of NJ and many famous/rich people live up there...mainly in Saddle River, Ridgewood, Montvale, Woodcliff Lakes, and that other town I cant think of thats up in that area PLUS Teaneck (ok many not so much Teaneck anymore) but also Engelwood (sp?), Leonia (sorta) and that area just on the other side of the Hudson that IS NOT Hoboken or Jersey City.
New Jersey should be split into three sections. Seriously, hear me out (before I fall asleep)...there should be:
North Jersey - mostly jews and rich people plus commuters to NYC
Central Jersey - people that dont have enough money to live in North Jersey
AND
South Jersey - Jersey Shore NOT THAT STUPID FUCKING SHOW...and some really nice people that are slightly better than the people in PA.
Coming to my next point...people in Pennsylvania. Generally, everyone is very nice. A lot nicer than most people that I have met. ALSO Yuengling is made in Pa, and NOT belgium or wherever Budweiser is made now...oh yea for those people who are oblivious to the rest of the world or who just don't drink beer OR ...you just don't care...Budweiser was bought out by some company in Belgium. Ok that wasnt my point. People in PA are really nice...but they cant drive for shit. Lemme explain...people in Pa know how to operate an automobile and get from point A to point B. They generally don't have to get there in any rush and they generally dont have to deal with crazy ridiculous traffic, like in NYC. THERFORE, people in Pa are oblivious to many things (leaving blinkers on, leaving highbeams on anytime day or night, changing lanes without signaling, stopping on on-ramps to highways, and not looking before they...do anything. they dont have to be good drivers. They dont care. BUT what I cant understand (tho i have a theory) is why some of the nicest people in Pa are shitty drivers and aggressive and dangerous. Maybe its because "they have to be mean somewhere". Ok, last point then I'm going to bed...Pa drivers tend to show that they go out of their way to fuck with people. My uncle is the perfect example. I was driving him somewhere and we were on the highway and i moved over into the left lane so the two or three dudes coming onto the highway could merge easily. He then said to me "I'd stay in the right lane just so they couldnt get in front of me" (or something retarded like that) It was right then I realized that people in Pa really do go out of their way to fuck with others. Its sad.
Ok last paragraph. Im going to bed, then eventually waking up, packing my bag, and getting on the road to go pick up Rachel from class and spend the weekend (monday pending) at her place. She claims her mom has totally chilled out (or at least mostly chilled out). GOOD! Cuz one thing I cant stand is yelling and screaming about stupid shit and an overreaction to something minor. My mom used to fall in this category a lot before I realized that if my mom is in a bad mood and shes ranting I saw to my self "STFU, let her rant, cool down, and all will be good....oh and get outta there asap without it being obvious." I'm glad my mom has gotten a lot better over the years about that. Bed for me. I prolly wont post till monday night unless Rachel reminds me this weekend. OH and just to piss off Rachel cuz no one else reads this (cept maybe her friend Laura, but I kinda doubt it...it would be a nice surprise tho)...Rachel, even though I love you so much...you lose the game :D
Its late, enough about my classes. I was pleasantly surprised that I have very little to do for any class, for tuesday. ugh im tired. anyway, im driving up to ny to visit rachel<3 for the weekend amybe plus monday...idkyet. Ill pack to sty till monday but idk if her parents will be cool with that since I know she is getting close to midterms. OH ok random fact, wednesday when i was driving back to school, i was on I-76 and was stuck in the left lane. two trucks to the right, and grandpa in front of me. So someone starts tailgating me (btw i hate that cuz ive been hit in the rear twice and was almost part of a big accident. Anyway, this dude wanted me to speed up or pull over. HAHA, well theres a big truck to my right, and some 90-yr old dude in front of me...i can see this guy waving his arms at me and pointing at me...i ignore it. he flashes his lights and now im annoyed. Instead of doing stupid shit that PA drivers tend to do alot because they are oblivious to this thing that the rest of the country calls defensive driving (more on that later), all i did was put on my right blinker and start to slow down, slowly. No i didnt slam on my breaks, actually all i did was pull the car back into third gear and lift off the gas to make the engine do some breaking byitself (its not much) then I applied the breaks just enough so I knew my break lights were on. While slowing down, its obvious this guy is pissed...but Im making the situation safer by making both of us slow down (yes i know, and the people behind him) so im down to about 40mph and i finally get a chance to move over. He passes me and gives me the finger, I lol'd and thought about how many other people he would piss off that day and maybe someday karma will hit him in the back of the head and knock him the fuck out lol.
Oh yeah, I believe in karma. This is only kinda recent; past few years. Also religion-wise (if you care) I do believe that there is a higher power that we cannot directly communicate with but that affects us all. Call "it" whatever you want, but I know there is something, someone, watching over us. I feel all religions (generally) have the same feeling but they define this higher power...I cant yet.
Ok so I'm interested in religion just about as much as I care about politics. That isn't saying much. ::insert witty joke:: since I'm too tired to think of one. On the subject of politics, I have to read about this shit for four out of five classes (six if you count choir...and I dont. Choir is there to help boost my GPA since it has become super-lame...wait i ranted about this in an earlier post, well I'll rant about it after the next time i have to sit through another hour and 20 min of his blahblahblahblahblahblah). So one of my profs, Mitch Zimmer, is stuck in the 70s. SERIOUSLY, hes cool and all, but come on dude...comb-overs that obvious will make you fall into the category of "fashion victims" but those glasses are so thick you could...well...lemme put it this way, never take them off and point them in the sun. You will burn, instantly. Those spex are so thick I could use them to keep my car in the air. Those lenses are so thick I could measure the distance between now and that out of style thing you call "hair" that really should just be shaved off. You remind me of Stephen Hawking when he wasnt all "BLEHH" and "DEHH" from Parkinsons. You define "NERD"
OMFG FUNNY STORY! Tuesday, in marketing with Zimmer. Hes blabering on about how we are supposed to care about how he (being an engineer) became so entangled in the world of business...and why we should care (didnt I mention that?)...anyway, he goes "If you look in the dictionary for the word "Nerd", you'll find my picture". I actually lol'd out loud and he looked at me...I went straight to a poker face assuming that those binoculars he calls glasses might enable him to see the smirk on my face that blatently said "HOLY SHIT THATS WHAT I WAS THINKING!" Win for me?
I'm mad tired, I realized I can write better when:
1. I give a shit about what I'm writing about
2. I get started, THEN I get going on that thing everyone calls writing
and 3. I give a shit
Its like that golden rule in real-estate: Location, location, location. A beautiful house with 10 acres, a big garage, a disco, and some thing from the future that turns little capsules into a full dinner with only a drop of water (SHUT UP I WANT ONE DAMMIT!!!), located next to I-95 behind a truck stop but in front of those big gasoline tanks....isnt gonna be worth much. In fact, I bet I could shit in a bag and sell that on Craig's list for more than that house is worth (minus the "capsule into food" thingy)....which reminds me...
So I picked I-95 and "those big gasoline tanks" because every time I go up to see Rachel, I pass that area in NJ. I'll admit, ANYONE that drives in NJ on the turnpike and passes ONLY THAT SHIT...will think the entire state is shitty and they have a good reason to think that. Heres my problem (rachel, hush :-p), New Jersey is not a giant shithole. YES, there are shitholes in NJ (Camden, Paterson, Jersey City, Newark, Hoboken, I-95 from the GWB down to exit 12-ish for the parkway) but a lot of NJ is really nice. Bergen county is in the north east corner of NJ and many famous/rich people live up there...mainly in Saddle River, Ridgewood, Montvale, Woodcliff Lakes, and that other town I cant think of thats up in that area PLUS Teaneck (ok many not so much Teaneck anymore) but also Engelwood (sp?), Leonia (sorta) and that area just on the other side of the Hudson that IS NOT Hoboken or Jersey City.
New Jersey should be split into three sections. Seriously, hear me out (before I fall asleep)...there should be:
North Jersey - mostly jews and rich people plus commuters to NYC
Central Jersey - people that dont have enough money to live in North Jersey
AND
South Jersey - Jersey Shore NOT THAT STUPID FUCKING SHOW...and some really nice people that are slightly better than the people in PA.
Coming to my next point...people in Pennsylvania. Generally, everyone is very nice. A lot nicer than most people that I have met. ALSO Yuengling is made in Pa, and NOT belgium or wherever Budweiser is made now...oh yea for those people who are oblivious to the rest of the world or who just don't drink beer OR ...you just don't care...Budweiser was bought out by some company in Belgium. Ok that wasnt my point. People in PA are really nice...but they cant drive for shit. Lemme explain...people in Pa know how to operate an automobile and get from point A to point B. They generally don't have to get there in any rush and they generally dont have to deal with crazy ridiculous traffic, like in NYC. THERFORE, people in Pa are oblivious to many things (leaving blinkers on, leaving highbeams on anytime day or night, changing lanes without signaling, stopping on on-ramps to highways, and not looking before they...do anything. they dont have to be good drivers. They dont care. BUT what I cant understand (tho i have a theory) is why some of the nicest people in Pa are shitty drivers and aggressive and dangerous. Maybe its because "they have to be mean somewhere". Ok, last point then I'm going to bed...Pa drivers tend to show that they go out of their way to fuck with people. My uncle is the perfect example. I was driving him somewhere and we were on the highway and i moved over into the left lane so the two or three dudes coming onto the highway could merge easily. He then said to me "I'd stay in the right lane just so they couldnt get in front of me" (or something retarded like that) It was right then I realized that people in Pa really do go out of their way to fuck with others. Its sad.
Ok last paragraph. Im going to bed, then eventually waking up, packing my bag, and getting on the road to go pick up Rachel from class and spend the weekend (monday pending) at her place. She claims her mom has totally chilled out (or at least mostly chilled out). GOOD! Cuz one thing I cant stand is yelling and screaming about stupid shit and an overreaction to something minor. My mom used to fall in this category a lot before I realized that if my mom is in a bad mood and shes ranting I saw to my self "STFU, let her rant, cool down, and all will be good....oh and get outta there asap without it being obvious." I'm glad my mom has gotten a lot better over the years about that. Bed for me. I prolly wont post till monday night unless Rachel reminds me this weekend. OH and just to piss off Rachel cuz no one else reads this (cept maybe her friend Laura, but I kinda doubt it...it would be a nice surprise tho)...Rachel, even though I love you so much...you lose the game :D
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
GAH!
One day...I swear...one day...there will be a day where I dont... (scroll down to see what happens next to our hero)
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DING - Round two! Okso this isnt that bad. I actually thought sometime today "i should blog about that." I hope this doesnt become like facebook, psh It probably will.
So today was my second class for IB 303 (International Business). If it stays like this...its mad easy but this is the first day, so it wont :( but it shouldnt be too bad. I got my tv, my black rack, my xbox, and a few other things i forgot. I just realized i forgot FOUR MORE MAJOR CABLES fml.
1. the HDMI cable from the cable box to the tv
2. the ethernet cable from the wall to my xbox (how else am I gonna kick Rachel's ass in GTA?)
3. the ethernet cable from the wall to my comp so i can stop using my blackberry for internet
4. the audio cables from the back of the tv to my stereo...the speakers on my tv are only louder than my headphones, not better
Side note: my keyboard was off balance or something. I thought it was the desk. I picked up my keyboard and twisted it thinking I might actually fix the imbalance...I heard three cracks and its fixed and it still works, WIN!
Oh yeah almost forgot, I realized today that I'm still excited for this term here at PS. I'm hoping this is a good thing. Ok, maybe its because I have my tv (ok so heres the deal with the tv, I got it for $150 off in late spring of '09. Samsung 42" Plasma 600Hz...I was looking for a 37" ldc LOL) and my xbox and a few other things i forgot at home...so maybe thats why I got that little rush of excitement. Maybe I realized that I will like more of my classes this term because they I can almost relate to them. International Business is basically how business/politics work around the world. I'm sure many people could do well as long as they give a shit and read/watch the news...maybe even FOX for some good laughs.
Ugh, I still need my books and those four cables...
So today was my second class for IB 303 (International Business). If it stays like this...its mad easy but this is the first day, so it wont :( but it shouldnt be too bad. I got my tv, my black rack, my xbox, and a few other things i forgot. I just realized i forgot FOUR MORE MAJOR CABLES fml.
1. the HDMI cable from the cable box to the tv
2. the ethernet cable from the wall to my xbox (how else am I gonna kick Rachel's ass in GTA?)
3. the ethernet cable from the wall to my comp so i can stop using my blackberry for internet
4. the audio cables from the back of the tv to my stereo...the speakers on my tv are only louder than my headphones, not better
Side note: my keyboard was off balance or something. I thought it was the desk. I picked up my keyboard and twisted it thinking I might actually fix the imbalance...I heard three cracks and its fixed and it still works, WIN!
Oh yeah almost forgot, I realized today that I'm still excited for this term here at PS. I'm hoping this is a good thing. Ok, maybe its because I have my tv (ok so heres the deal with the tv, I got it for $150 off in late spring of '09. Samsung 42" Plasma 600Hz...I was looking for a 37" ldc LOL) and my xbox and a few other things i forgot at home...so maybe thats why I got that little rush of excitement. Maybe I realized that I will like more of my classes this term because they I can almost relate to them. International Business is basically how business/politics work around the world. I'm sure many people could do well as long as they give a shit and read/watch the news...maybe even FOX for some good laughs.
Ugh, I still need my books and those four cables...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A new chapter
So this is my blog. I dunno if its lame yet or not. Ill find out soon. My gf got me into this so i blame her. So some quick info about me, I go to Penn State and its awesome. lets just start there. This is my fourth year of college, its my second year here at Penn State, but I think PS (lets just call it that for now on....soo much easier) sees me as a junior. Credits n all, but that story is for another day.
I moved in on sunday but im missing my tv, xbox, and of course...well I'm not sure if i should use her name but shes my girlfriend and shes awesome, no seriously...she is awesome. I'm not just saying that because she has big boobs (they are magical), she really is awesome. She can be immature at times, but PSH...we all ARE immature more often than not. I don't know if she'll ever read this but I feel that she has more potential than either she or I see. Shes younger than me but sometimes acts older than she is. One of the main reasons why I love her and I started hanging out with her. (more about her later)
So my first week at PS is about half over...well no classes on friday so its half over or more. WHATEVER! Sunday, I moved in and felt...alone. idk if its because of something Rachel (yup thats her name) said to me eariler that day about "being all alone" and what not, but these feelings that I havnt felt in a long time flowed through me. I didn't like it, but when I woke up...I still sorta had those feelings. (ugh should I use real person's names or not? eh w.e I will just use first names) Before I moved in to PS, I knew this kid Kevin and...um...thats kinda it. I knew some people, but never hung out with them or anything. They just happened to be in one or more of my classes and we talked more than once and Ive seen them around campus. So I wake up and I still felt kinda alone...then I go to choir "da da dawwww" (btw thats the dramatic music put into words) and this dude McConnel? w.e his name is, gives us all the whole rap about being in choir and how its not just about messing around or an easy A or w.e. So he starts handing out music and kevin and I see he hands out two pieces that the chamber choir (we are soooooo much better than the regular choir) either did last term or were going to sing...and we are both like "WTF". Kevin goes "I dont like this guy anymore" and I'm thinking "FINALLY....someone who is on my side". Ok, dont get me wrong, this dude McConnell is a good choir conductor...just not for this choir. Someone should be giving him music and he should be teaching a much better choir. We are, after all, just a college choir full of people that want the easy A and the credit. ok more about that later..I'm getting tired.
Ok, monday night i went with kevin and some other people I didnt really know to LOL (Laugh Out Loud) and saw some comedian. He was funny. The good thing about him was the fact the he made jokes about race, politics, religion and the sort. So that was cool, nothing special.
Tonight was Crazy Bob's Electronic Giveaway. I didnt win anything. I sorta expected the prizes to be a little better, idky. There were a few dvds and iTunes gift cards that were given out I kinda wanted but sometimes I feel like I have too much. My parents pay for college, for gas, for food. I pay for...shit I want beyond that. Idk I always have this weird feeling when I hang out with people that I know have less than me. I sometimes feel like I should bring myself down to their level and lie about what I get. ok fine, Im spoiled. I know it. I have been...eh...forever? I do my best not to show it. I dont like those kids that are like "oh i have this and this and this and this and this....." blahblahblah "SHUT UP ALREADY!
I'm tired. This was kinda fun. I blame Rachel <3 for getting me into this, but maybe this will be good for me. Ill try to do this before i go to bed every night at PS. If im not in my dorm, im sure ill forget. Ugh i have a lot to do. Im gettin up mad early tomorrow morning to go home, shower, get my toothbrush (gotta love gum sometimes) and get stuff like my tv and my xbox. I def need things on my walls to make my dorm room more like my room at home. Then hopefully Ill feel more at home than i do now. Damn, I miss her...
I moved in on sunday but im missing my tv, xbox, and of course...well I'm not sure if i should use her name but shes my girlfriend and shes awesome, no seriously...she is awesome. I'm not just saying that because she has big boobs (they are magical), she really is awesome. She can be immature at times, but PSH...we all ARE immature more often than not. I don't know if she'll ever read this but I feel that she has more potential than either she or I see. Shes younger than me but sometimes acts older than she is. One of the main reasons why I love her and I started hanging out with her. (more about her later)
So my first week at PS is about half over...well no classes on friday so its half over or more. WHATEVER! Sunday, I moved in and felt...alone. idk if its because of something Rachel (yup thats her name) said to me eariler that day about "being all alone" and what not, but these feelings that I havnt felt in a long time flowed through me. I didn't like it, but when I woke up...I still sorta had those feelings. (ugh should I use real person's names or not? eh w.e I will just use first names) Before I moved in to PS, I knew this kid Kevin and...um...thats kinda it. I knew some people, but never hung out with them or anything. They just happened to be in one or more of my classes and we talked more than once and Ive seen them around campus. So I wake up and I still felt kinda alone...then I go to choir "da da dawwww" (btw thats the dramatic music put into words) and this dude McConnel? w.e his name is, gives us all the whole rap about being in choir and how its not just about messing around or an easy A or w.e. So he starts handing out music and kevin and I see he hands out two pieces that the chamber choir (we are soooooo much better than the regular choir) either did last term or were going to sing...and we are both like "WTF". Kevin goes "I dont like this guy anymore" and I'm thinking "FINALLY....someone who is on my side". Ok, dont get me wrong, this dude McConnell is a good choir conductor...just not for this choir. Someone should be giving him music and he should be teaching a much better choir. We are, after all, just a college choir full of people that want the easy A and the credit. ok more about that later..I'm getting tired.
Ok, monday night i went with kevin and some other people I didnt really know to LOL (Laugh Out Loud) and saw some comedian. He was funny. The good thing about him was the fact the he made jokes about race, politics, religion and the sort. So that was cool, nothing special.
Tonight was Crazy Bob's Electronic Giveaway. I didnt win anything. I sorta expected the prizes to be a little better, idky. There were a few dvds and iTunes gift cards that were given out I kinda wanted but sometimes I feel like I have too much. My parents pay for college, for gas, for food. I pay for...shit I want beyond that. Idk I always have this weird feeling when I hang out with people that I know have less than me. I sometimes feel like I should bring myself down to their level and lie about what I get. ok fine, Im spoiled. I know it. I have been...eh...forever? I do my best not to show it. I dont like those kids that are like "oh i have this and this and this and this and this....." blahblahblah "SHUT UP ALREADY!
I'm tired. This was kinda fun. I blame Rachel <3 for getting me into this, but maybe this will be good for me. Ill try to do this before i go to bed every night at PS. If im not in my dorm, im sure ill forget. Ugh i have a lot to do. Im gettin up mad early tomorrow morning to go home, shower, get my toothbrush (gotta love gum sometimes) and get stuff like my tv and my xbox. I def need things on my walls to make my dorm room more like my room at home. Then hopefully Ill feel more at home than i do now. Damn, I miss her...
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