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Monthly Archives: November 2007

For getting little sleep this morning I feel pretty good, but that’s not where I’m going to start.

Yesterday felt like the average Thursday. Although I had a plan already prepared for the “B” situation, it didn’t go as planned. I ditched the first effort as it wasn’t going to flow with my wacky internal time. Instead I went in the class as normal and the teacher did her usual shit, as in attendance and discuss the lab, although this time she went around and talked to everyone about their hours. Since I am done I had nothing to fear. After that she handed us a practice CME (that fancy English exam) to prepare ourselves for next Friday. She made us answer questions and such about it. Then we grouped up and discussed (no “B” this time). After that I switched my books and hung out with a friend. He needed some stuff from the student store so we headed there. While looking around and talking we run into this guy. With him was “B.” Questions ran through my mind. “Coincidence?” “Her boyfriend?” “What the fuck?” Apparently my friend knew the guy and briefly chatted. I stood quietly in the background as did she. After the brief encounter we left and I just didn’t know what to make of it. By then it was time for math. Another quiz and another section. The average math day. For the long break I have I headed to the library and played Civilization 4: Beyond the Sword on my laptop. I was not doing so good, but I never have been anyway. After an hour of that it was internet time and then I headed over to my last class. I noticed “B” in the writing lab but after the store encounter I didn’t feel to great so I kept walking. The teacher was already in the class so we chatted. Then once class time started we went over resumes and such. Once class was over I headed home for what I thought would be an average night.

I get home and relax a bit. Then I get on Myspace and screw around. After an unknown period of time I noticed Ashlee online and being the chatty person I am we engage in conversation. Many hours later it is 3am and we are on Skype having sent messages back and forth along with a brief appearance by Tammi and Carter (a little too much Carter at one point). Since it was 3am and we needed to get up at some decent time in the morning we said goodnight and headed to bed (which was just turning off Skype and lying back).

At 9:30am I wake up and get on with the day. I watch Life with my mom and then she does her own thing while I watch the History Channel show Gangland which was about the Hell’s Angels. Once that was over I went on AIM and caught Ashlee before she went off to work. After hours of Call of Duty 4, texting, Stargate Atlantis, and some new show called Shockwave, I am relaxing the night and keeping the trio entertained while they are out (sans a slight typing mistake here and there). The rest of the night should be entertaining as well.


This week has had its fair share of odd and interesting moments. From unexpected to just annoyingly ironic. Enough of the wordplay, lets dive in.

Monday was the dreaded economics test that I really didn’t study for (like I study anyway). I went in, hunched over, and got to work on it. About forty-five minutes later I was done bullshitting my way through it and turned the test in. Then I left for home. I watched the news to burn time until it was that time to head off to math. In math we learned another round of crap I’ll never use again. Square roots was the name of the game and I was out like a cold turkey. Woke up at the end of class to head out. Before I left I headed over to the cafeteria to grab a drink and noticed Kel and some others. I went over and talked to Kel. We talked about different stuff. Then I left and headed for home. When I got home I did the usual things: check e-mail, various websites, a little Call of Duty 4, and some random IMs. At 6:30pm I headed to the movie theater to go see No Country for Old Men with Kathy. I kept her sick and dying self company during the wild movie it was. Confusing at times but totally worth going to see. After the movie I went home and Skyped the night away.

Tuesday, the first dreaded long day of the week.  I headed down to the main campus for English and prepared to see the results of the cause/effect essay I wrote many moons ago. After getting myself settled she comes in and talks about the lab for too long of a time like every class day. Then she tells us that she graded our essays and hands them back. I didn’t get mine and wondered why. She went on to say that some of the essays were done poorly and other related things. I planned on waiting until the end of class to question her as to the whereabouts of my essay. She then talks to us about our next essay assignment, comparison/contrast. Since I play in the clutch I really didn’t bother of thinking of an idea to write about as we were to brainstorm for the rest of the class time. After noticing me essentially twiddling my thumbs she comes over and asks me what I am writing about. I tell her I have a few ideas (like always) and she tells me I have five minutes to choose one. Within those five minutes she starts to survey the class (not poll) to figure out what they are writing about. I was third to be chosen which happened to be under the five minute limit imposed. So I tell her I would compare my expectations of No Country for Old Men with how it really turned out. Now as for me actually doing that, maybe, if I run out of other wild and crazy bullshit ideas. So class winds up and I wait to talk to the teacher about my essay. The reason? She forgot to hand it back. Crazy woman, she had me worried. Math was (should it be any surprise?) boring. We took a quiz and then learned about another section.  After that I relaxed in the library with my laptop watching Battlestar Galactica: Razor for the third time. I need my fix until March (if that even happens, stupid strike). About fifteen minutes before my last class of the day I waited outside to get some air and check my phone’s messages. One of the people from my English class walk up and starts to chat with me. As we were chatting I noticed “B” walk up, headphones on, and heading in. While still chatting with the person I kept my eye on “B” as she turned the corner to the writing lab. I thought to myself “Why couldn’t I have been slow with the damn thing!?” I tell him that I needed to go ask my teacher about something and entered pursuit mode. I peek in and see her doing the paperwork so I wait outside for someone else from my counsel class to head in before me. About ten minutes later one does but we notice the staff was having a meeting in the room so we wait for the teacher to clear it up. As we waited I noticed “B” give a few glances. I had a mixed bag of reasons for it. Maybe surprise, bewilderment, or maybe, just maybe, a sign of something else. Who knows but it brought my day slightly higher. The teacher sees us waiting and notices the meeting so we wait. The meeting ends and the people leave the room. As we pack in the class I glance out the window which faces the writing lab. This periodic glancing between us (although not directly at the same time to avoid that strange moment) lasts throughout the class time. Unlucky for me the writing lab ends twenty minutes before my class ended so a possible one-on-one conversation wasn’t possible. After class I head home and drag my way through the night until my Tuesday shows consisting of NCIS and The Unit which next week will not have no episodes possibly due to the writer’s strike (damn them). Then I Skyped away.

Today I prepared myself for the possible results to my economics test. It ended up being a 64%. Not great but way better than expected. I just need to maintain a C in that class to get a passing mark. For the rest of the time we went over the questions and answers. Went home like usual and then off to math. More discussing new sections and crap. Even though it is supposed to be a long and boring process I rushed through it by guessing what “X” equals and what do you know, I was right for every single one. Go figure. After that I head over to a Chinese place to pick up chow mein for lunch. Once I got it I headed home sat down and ate it while watching Cops. Then it was random computer fun along with a little Call of Duty 4. At 6pm I watched Mythbusters, which was another pirate special. They shot fork out of a cannon. That was cool. Now I am Skyping and IMing again. I’m that cool.

Until I can scratch another years of my lifespan.

I saw Hitman today. It wasn’t the greatest adaptation, but it was good for what it tried to be. An action flick.

Now all I need to do is finish the economics homework for the test tomorrow. Here’s hoping I don’t fail.

It has been a long 30 hours.

Thanksgiving was yesterday. My family had plans to go to one of my aunt’s house for it. My dad worked for half of the day so we didn’t schedule to leave until around 4:30pm, so I played if off as a normal day. Put in a little time in Call of Duty 4 and then challenged my brother to a few matches. We basically tied up. I also got caught up with Mythbusters and watched them blow up a fish with a minigun. That was bad ass. Before my dad came home my mom started bitching at me to get ready to go if I wanted to. I decided that I should go if I wanted to eat that night so I got ready just as my dad walked in. My mom continued to bitch until I was out of the bathroom. We left about ten minutes later and headed over to pick up my grandmother. After getting her we got on the freeway for the hour or so drive. I dozed off a little bit while listening to my iPod. I wasn’t in the mood to get in any conversations.

We got there around 5:30-5:45pm. The house is at the base of the foothills and it was pretty dark without street lights. Everyone got out of the car and everyone bitched at me to help my grandmother out and to the door. I did only to hear her bitch about how I made her walk on the grass to the door because I didn’t notice a dark fucking path a little farther. Oh fucking well. We get in and say our hellos and stuff. Two of my cousins come out and start talking. Being the usual me I avoided everyone for the most part. My aunt’s boyfriend (they will be getting married next year) went out and started a little camp fire so I took the opportunity to snap of some photos (will be uploaded sometime today). My cousins came out and wanted to know if I wanted to play the Xbox they had. I followed and watched as the older one beat the crap out of the younger one in Fight Night Round 3. The younger one started bitching and moaning and the older one gave him the “tough shit” look. So the youngest challenges me and I kick his ass. He demanded a rematch but I said no. After a while I just traversed around trying to find something to do before dinner. When it finally came I sat down to eat my first plate. As I did everyone commented about how I am actually eating and shit like that. My mom said that it is a surprise since I am “picky.” Then my grandmother said that I was “skinny.” All this was said as if I wasn’t in the room. I wanted to speak up and slam their asses for it but I didn’t want to create a shitstorm. After my second plate I got the fuck out. Everyone went to sit out by the fire until dessert and my brother starting getting in a fight with my cousins. That was broken up after they started talking shit about girlfriends. For dessert I just ate chocolate chip cookies and all the older folks started talking about “What’s you favorite rock song of all time?” and shit like that. This lasted two fucking hours so I decided to lay back on a couch and listen to my iPod. Then my youngest cousin came up after a while and started shaking me to play Uno. I told him I didn’t want to but the ADHD crazed fucker didn’t stop so I finally told him “NO!” and he backed the fuck off. I continued my rest until it was time to go.

By then I was already pretty tired so I rested on the car ride back into town. When we got home my mom asked me to check the Black Friday ads to see if I saw anything “for cheap.” I looked through Best Buy and noticed they had a $599 Gateway laptop that was the same configuration as the $799 HP I’ve been dying to get. I show my mom and see tells me to convince my dad. So somehow it came out to where it is part Christmas and Birthday present but I have to pay for part of it. Not sure how the fuck it got to that but just wait until you hear what we did.

I tell them that the store opens at 5am but they are handing out tickets for the items (for reservation) at 3am. My dad is all grumpy because he worked but my mom wanted him to come for “protection.” We get out there at around midnight and see the line. It didn’t look that bad until we turned the corner. The line wrapped around two sides of the store so we quickly get in a spot. More people show up and my parents begin to talk to them to burn time. Interesting people all wanting different things. My dad went home to get some chairs as it would be a while before we were going to be able to move. He comes back and my mom wraps herself in a blanker and sits along with my dad. I get no chair as this whole adventure is for me. So I stand, in the cold, for three hours. Then it happened. A mad rush of people start moving closer to the front as the tickets were being handed out. I kicked my parents chairs to wake their asses up and we rush with the crowd. We end up farther up and awaiting the ticket people. It happens that everyone in the front of the line wanted laptops and it seemed as if my hopes were being crushed. Everyone else around us got what they needed but my dream slowly died every minute. Some tried to get closer to the front to get tickets before they were supposed to so we tried with no luck. My dad told me to put the chairs in the car as it appeared we would be standing for a while. So I did and come back only to find someone heard what I wanted and managed to pick up a reservation for me. I was shocked. No clue what to say but “thanks.” They were also looking for a laptop, although not the same as I was. As a sign of thanks I tried to find the one they wanted. In the end she got the same as me as the one she wanted was gone but we both got laptops so it was a good deal I guess. Finally when the store opened its doors everyone rushed the checkout with their reservations. We got so many wrong directions we were fucking lucky to get a good place in line. About ten to fifteen minutes later we had the laptop in hand and out the door.

Both of them were tired and went to bed when we got home earlier. I stayed up and got my new laptop ready for use. As I let it charge I took a powernap and woke up when it was fully charged. So for the last few hours now I have been setting it up for use at school and home. I plan for it to be an entertainment and school work laptop. I might throw on some games if they run (which some should as it is a fairly powerful entertainment laptop).

All I know is that a downer of a holiday turned around (aside from almost failing). I never want to do that early or shopping ever again.

We are about to leave for my aunt’s house and my mom is already giving me shit. Fun.

No big post tonight. More of a quick update.

I helped Andrew move to the new apartment. Took about three or so hours. Kel also helped out along with my brother. We’ll see how it turns out in the coming days.

As you should notice, I changed the theme, again. I like this one more. Now I don’t have to hate the blue links. Plus it looks spiffy with the black bars. A little less minimalistic, but still pretty close.

Also, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. That means prepare for a jaded post as with all holidays. Family, great.

That’s all for tonight. Now to prepare for the hell tomorrow.

Today has been like the experience of falling down a set of stairs. At first you feel as if you are on top of the world, but at the end you feel hurt and life kicks the shit out of you. Doesn’t that sound fun?

It started as an average school day (yeah, overused, fucking sue me). My phone and clock alarms woke me up at 6am. I turned on my monitor to brighten my day (literally) and started to do some homework. After finishing it up I played some Call of Duty 4 online with Team Hardcore. Two quick games and I managed to do decently well with my G3 and red dot attachment. After the two games I switched over to the news and ate breakfast. Then I went back to CoD4 and did a few levels of the arcade mode. Once that was all over I printed up the homework and got myself prepared for the last day of school for the week. Knowing I finished my lab yesterday, I felt invincible.

The drive to school was the same old routine I am use to. Parked in my usual row. Put up the window shades and placed the parking pass in front. Prepared the iPod for maximum listening potential. It was off to English. While walking to the Humanities building I felt a strange vibe as if something would happen today. I shrugged it off as nothing and continued on.

As I walked in the hallway to the building I noticed my teacher down the hall talking with another person and since I didn’t see the usual person I talk to before class, I headed in. One of the girls in the class was already seated. I headed to the back corner where my domain was. The roller chair was settled right near my desk like always. At the five minute mark until class started I wrapped up my headphones and prepared my iPod for pocket entry as the remaining students filed to their seats. The teacher walks in with her usual greeting and I break the routine slightly to give her the progress slip mentioning that I finished the writing lab. She tells me good job and the likes. I hear the others in the background chatter, some surprised. I head back to my seat. The teacher then starts to do the roll. Once she finishes she talks to the class about the writing lab and how everyone is progressing. No mention of my completion whatsoever. After the chat she gives us an assignment to do. A quiz to see how well we remember what we have learned in the class so far. I quickly go through it and sit back as if powerful. The teacher notices this gesture and walks down the isle to me. She asks if I am done and I tell her yes. She starts to look at my quiz and says that I was supposed to not only correct the sentences, but rewrite them as well. Slightly phased by this attack towards my superior might, I regain myself and work on fixing my mistake. Once everyone was done she told us that we were going to pair off into groups and make sure everyone is “on the same page.” I wondered to myself what soul would have the chance of being paired up with me. This is when the routine was thrown out the window and bliss went through my veins. It finally happened. I never though I would have this chance. Never expected it. I was paired up with “B” (withholding the name for various reasons, aka, to cover my ass). The teacher threw in that I would have to leave my “zone.” I grabbed my pencil and paper and headed over. “Don’t do anything stupid” went through my mind as I moved a seat closer to her’s. I took a seat in the desk and my voice was locked up. How do I start? I wasn’t prepared for this. She made the first move and asked about the first question on our quiz. My voice suddenly woke from its shock and answered. We made it through the quiz and during our wait for the others to finish I threw out the first move. I asked her how the lab was going for her. She said that she was on part two and then asked back about me finishing it. She seemed surprised but I told her that I went four days a week and she understood. She only goes twice a week due to her working. I told her about part three and then threw in a bonus for her. For part two, I told her, some of the answers for a few problems are already in the packet. So I told her to check for the one she was on when she goes back. She seemed happy about that. Then we talked about winding up in the class, one of the lower English courses. We both seem to be above the class’s level and I mentioned that all we need to do now is pass the CME (some fancy English exam name). She mentioned that someone told her it was easy. Before the teacher started going over the quiz I threw another stab at a conversation. I talked about the time I wrote an essay about bullshitting essays for my high school rhetoric class (yeah, that essay) and that I wrote it as a joke for the teacher. She thought it was “awesome.” I felt good. It was like I just scored some brownie points. The teacher than started the review and both of us ended up getting them all right (in our own ways). She then ended class early and “B” and I had to part ways. Still feeling the high of the moment I left the class in a good mood.

After getting out of English I headed for my car to swap books as the routine got back on course. I popped the trunk and threw my English binder in and grabbed my math gear. As I had about an hour before class I found one of my comrades and engaged in conversation about various subjects. Then it was on to math, like clockwork.

The math teacher prepared a quiz on the board for us covering the last few sections we have studied. It took me about ten minutes to finish and I turn it in as I wait for others to finish, just like always. After everyone is done he goes over it on the board. As usual I miss one point here and half a point there due to stupid mistakes that I always tell myself I will remember to fix. Next was a new section to learn. I dozed off a few minutes into the lesson and wake myself towards the end. Even though we only went over four problems the teacher decided to let us out twenty minutes early as a gift for Thanksgiving break. I gladly took advantage.

After the class I headed to his office door and check my grade. It had fallen 5% due to the last test. I told myself that I better do some improvement on the next test. Then I headed to the math lab where I endured an hour of boredom like all the other times I have gone there. Once an hour was up I headed out to my car again to swap books and binders. I grabbed my counsel binder and headed back. With an hour remaining I decided to relax and lay down on the grassy hill (also known as “Hill 1400”) under the trees. I closed my eyes and listened to my iPod until there were fifteen minutes remaining until my last class of the day would start. I got my ass up and headed over.

Since I didn’t see anyone waiting in the class, I decided to stand outside until someone took the lead for me. One of the former students from my high school approached and asked if I was waiting because of a possible meeting in our classroom (this happened to us last week). I told her no and we headed to the room. As I got in she asked if we had anything due and I told her it was just the cover letter rough draft. I pull it out and place it on his “mobile desk.” When then decide to chat as we waited for the teacher or others to arrive. We talked about the class and how it could be boring. Right before the teacher came in she asked if I actually interviewed people for our research paper. I quickly said no right as the teacher came in the door. It appeared he didn’t hear us which was a relief. He said hi and wondered if we were the only ones coming today (as a joke). The other poured in and the teacher joked to me about the people who usually sit near me being absent. I jokingly replied “it happens.” We got on with the people who were absent last week reading off their research papers. This happened until the end of the class time. The teacher told us to have a happy Thanksgiving and to be nice to people. I headed out.

As soon as I got out the class I looked for my friend (the one I talked to during the first break) as he needed a ride. We headed off and turned on to the freeway which was packed as usual. I made my way on and out of the lane I didn’t want to end up in. Driving normally through traffic I made my way a few miles from the school when a big rig swerved into my lane forcing me to swerve my car into the lane on my left. The truck’s back tires almost hit the passenger side as I avoided other cars on my side. After the truck sped up I quickly got back in the lane. My friend and I were shocked as fuck. Our hearts beating like mad. As we regained our calm we continued on. We noticed the truck continuing his rampage through the traffic and kept our distance. My friend pointed out that he looked high, which was probably the case. We got safely back to town and I dropped him off at his house. It was time for me to go home.

I get in and my dad is watching the news. I tell him about my day and he jokes like usual. In my room I unloaded everything off my person and went back down to watch the news. I was tired and felt crappy as I remembered that I forgot “B”‘s last name and wasn’t able to get some kind of contact information. An hour later and my parents and brother leave for their Scottish club meeting leaving me home alone. I watched Live Free or Die Hard unrated edition. It was nice to hear the swearing back in along with juicy blood. That made my day slightly better. Near the end I get a text from Andrew asking me if I would help him move tomorrow evening (that’s a whole other issue). I agreed and finished the movie. After the movie I went up to my room and did the usual internet things.

Now I’m typing this up and talking on AIM with a good friend (you know who you are) and suffering from a killer headache. I loaded up on Tylenol and can’t take anymore. Hopefully it goes away soon. My head really does feel like I fell down some stairs.

I’m hoping tomorrow is better.


The last few days have flown by. School is a distant blur as last week was pretty fast. I have also been home alone since Wednesday morning with my brother to watch. My parents come back later tonight. Call of Duty 4 has been intense and I have fallen in love with the Team Hardcore playlist.  With only two days of school this week and then a five day weekend, I have to figure out what I plan to do. Probably more CoD4.