From this week's Onion: "Georgia Adds Swastika, Middle Finger to State Flag"

On to more personal news...

I think I can officially say I'm off of caffeine now.

Well, that is to say, I haven't had a sizeable dose since the end of May. I had trouble sleeping while I was at home, and I attributed it to the mass quantities of Dr. Pepper I had been consuming, and decided I would try life without it. Long story short, I'm sleeping better, which is a huge plus, considering how tired I normally am. But, school/work from 9-5 (+homework) takes its toll after a while.

Finished up my management class yesterday. Got an 89% on the Final, which was high enough to earn an "A" for the class. Today we had a review of the final, which was by no means mandatory. I attended for two reasons; 1) I wondered how many people would show up, and 2) I genuinely liked the professor and wondered what he would have to say today. Alas, the grand total showing up to my had-been-eighty-person class was ten (including the prof!).

In Film class today, I showed my film entitled "How to do Laundry" and it was off the unintentional comedy scale. I'd love to redo it with some intentional comedy, and then it will bust a gut. But I'd also like to be able to have a copy to show around, which will become possible next semester. So I will prepare for that. The first comment from my class was that it was "funny in the most boring way possible" and I agree. It was hokey, and hilarious without trying to be. And I think most of it stemmed from my face during the shots. I had a big, silly grin from watching it, and I had this feigned smile upon taking my pre-folded laundry out of the drier. It was great.

Filming "Untitled: Kung Fu Project" on Monday with classmate Marshall. Should be interesting. I surely will end up posting how that shoot goes. And don't call me surely.

Stepford Wives and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind are playing at the Discount Cinema, I may partake during the extended weekend.

I saw Chronicles of Riddick there earlier this week. I really enjoyed the climax when some guy was talking on his phone. I didn't hear him so much as the person he was talking to, which made it very confusing, especially when Riddick and the bad guy are having the words that cap off their final showdown. Argh! After watching it, I was a little disappointed, so I hopped onto IMDB.com and looked into what other people had posted there. And the general consensus was that it was toned down by/for the studio, and that should a director's cut be released, it may be worth the time. I'd give it a shot. Although some of the CGI was bad-bad-bad.

Also, must see Fahrenheit 9/11 by next weekend, and Spiderman 2 by the following weekend. I hate seeing movies in crowded theaters, people bring their infants who don't want to be there and start crying. And then people have the gaul to just let their kid cry instead of taking them outside. Or, there are annoying children talking through the whole thing, or.. maybe some adults for that matter.

Mari's (my roommate for the summer) mom has been staying with us for the past week. She's a pretty cool lady, except she uses the word "okay" as punctuation, and that's not okay with me. She's a teacher, which makes me laugh. I am reminded of Ms. Anderson-Saxton whose Chemistry II class I suffered through in high school. She would go "He He He Okay" which was really weird, and annoying. In fact, she was just generally annoying. And she couldn't teach for squat. I wonder if anybody actually passed the Chem AP exam that year. (I didn't bother) What an odd tangent. I hadn't thought of that lady in years, and probably won't do so again for just as long.

Anyway, the making-fun-of-Mari has been at its all-time high. Her mom laughs, and she throws a punch or two. All in good fun.

For the past two days, I have been uploading my.. basically.. v1.1 blog onto my v1.0 blog because the archive on the v1.1 blog doesn't go beyond 100 posts. And damnit, I want to be able to look back on what I was thinking in the past, and what I have been through, etc etc etc.

Anyway, that's what the past two days were about, in case you (whoever you may be) were wondering.

Furthermore, I shan't be held accountable for anything you found offensive, rude, insensitive, or otherwise generally assinine. Although I am willing to discuss it. And I am willing to say so, if I was mistaken at the time. Which is sometimes the case.

And the posts were all taken from another blogging community I am/was/have been a part of for the past year.

Any questions? Ask away.

Awash.

Originally Posted at 04:11 PM on Jun. 14, 2004

Awash in... ha.

I just finished The Bear and the Dragon, another of Tom Clancy's masterpieces. I found myself with 50 pages to go but a few hours ago, and I figured I'd take the time to wisk through it. As usual, I was not disappointed, the pages flew by, I laughed in disbelief, at hilarity and nervous laughter at the possibility of the loss of characters I've grown to know and love. I hit the last page, and was satisfied. I start The Cardinal of the Kremlin tonight, which looking on Amazon seems to be the third book in the Jack Ryan series (if you know, please fill me in). I've read the last four books in the series, and am going back to fill in my blanks. I've read five and a half of the eight books. Yay me, yay reading, yay Tom Clancy.

I had an exam at 9:15 this morning in Management. I studied from post-Laker game til midnight (before satiating my desire to further my extra-curricular-reading). And then woke up at 6:45.. without the assistance of my alarm (which was set for 6:00 and somehow malfunctioned, failing to make any noise at all, let alone that sufficient enough to wake me from slumber). Got my ass in gear, prepared my lunch while tossing Peanut Butter Crunch with Milk down my throat along with some OJ. Got to campus, and started making a "crib sheet" as some people call them, for my exam. I had slightly over an hour to do it, and finished at 9:13am. Luckily, my exam was in the same building, and I breezed through it. I would be seriously surprised if I don't receive an A. And afterward, I got the name of the cute girl with the dyed-blonde hair (dark roots).

Friday night my buddy Paras, also a friend of Matt's, was celebrating his birthday at a restaurant called Lazy Dogs, and as fate would have it Matt was in town. He and I arranged to attend, which turned out to be fun. Aside from Paras, Matt and a girl whom I didn't much enjoy the company of last summer (when I met her) I knew no one at the table of 10. Although I guess 3 of 10 isn't too bad. Anywho, we had two waitresses assigned to us, and I think I made an impression on both. That's just my thing, I like waitresses, you know. Hence my dislike for waiters - just not as fun. I met everyone at the table, and was introduced to the hostess of the establishment, a friend of Paras's. Good times were had, before during and after. Matt and I had one hell of a time finding a parking spot near the restaurant (it's in a Promenade thingy, a Street Mall or something... I don't know how to describe it. We had a blast, as always, and we've discussed forming committees to discuss matters of our nation-state-to-be (the apartment we're living in come Fall). Good times.

Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2 are playing at the el cheapo cinema along with The Day After Tomorrow. I think I might try and see them at some point during the course of the week. $3.00 is a good price, don'tcha know. Maybe Wednesday and Friday, if timing permits.

When I found out the name of the cute girl in my management class today, it was in a discussion with a fellow student in the class, and it became painfully clear that I had sorely fallen behind in my main-stream-cinema-viewing. Although the releases of late haven't been my cup of tea, so there's an excuse. Meh.

Random Addition:
I woke up from a most fucked up dream on... I think it was Saturday morning. I dreamt I was in a room, and I was being attacked by butterflies. Yes, butterflies. Weirdest thing ever, and I was so disturbed by the onslaught of colorful, winged creatures that I actually woke up from this dream before 6am. Yeah, weird huh?
Ta ta.

The Pen-Gnaw

Originally Posted at 03:57 PM on Jun. 08, 2004

I was sitting in my Management class this morning paying attention to the Prof talking to (at) us, when I noticed an odd clicky sound. I was bothered but I hoped it would stop after that. Shortly after I heard another one, it was clicky, but not. I looked around me to locate the source of this annoyance. And I determined that it was emanating from the mouth of a student two rows behind me. His mouth was wide open, and a pen was hanging out. He was gnawing on his pen like a teething puppy on a chew toy, completely oblivious to the annoying sound he was producing that filled the room and my ears.

First of all, if you want to put your pen in your mouth that's your business. Okay? But I guarantee you, unless you dip that thing in alcohol every night, I wouldn't bring it near my mouth. Just think for a minute. Where do you keep your pen? A pocket, somewhere on your backpack, maybe if you're really neat in some sort of zip-lock-type bag with other writing utensils. Now think, have you ever, ever, ever dropped that pen? Or hell, put it down directly on a desk? Then it's dirty. Hell, it's dirty from the point you altered the seat so you have something to write on, touching something that hundreds of people, many of whom probably don't wash their hands, have touched. Then you go ahead and grab your pen, and stick their dirty hands right in your mouth. You dirty motherfucker! And he's gnawing on it, dirty, dirty, dirty. Whatever. What really gets me is that I can't tune it out. It's this random annoying noise coming from some random obnoxious kid that doesn't have the manners or cleanliness to keep foreign objects that aren't food out of his mouth (presumably like a mother would tell their child, or you know, someone with common sense would just know). After an hour of this, it finally drowned out, perhaps he finally decided to take notes with it, or perhaps he choked to death. I don't know, I don't care.

For those of you who are friendly with your pens like this savage beast, think of your health before putting that pen in your mouth again. Think of your loved ones, who you share your mouth with (with the kissing and the like). And then, think of those around you, like poor me, distracted in my learning environment. What valuable nugget of information did I miss out on directly because of your filthiness? You mangey beast!
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I missed the Seventh Game of the Stanley Cup Finals because I was doing laundry. However, I did phone-a-friend and find out the score was 2-1 with 3:07 to go in the Third Period. Poor people-who-are-fans-of-Calgary (Calgarians? Calgarites? Flamers? Canadians?)

I'm chugging along through my Tom Clancy novel, just 265 pages to go (out of 1027). If only I could be any-kind-of-productive at work. So much time,so little productivity. It's unbelievable. I have nothing but time, but I can't get myself to do it. Test on Friday and another on Monday. I'm not all that worried.

I've looked at various trivia for a couple of movies on IMDB.com. I've read a multitude of reviews of "The Scout" starring Brendan Fraser and Albert Brooks (Einstein- teehee), which I watched last night with Mari. Or should I say Mari watched with me. I own it on DVD, I was just wondering what random, other, vocal-type people thought. I read all the Lakers-stuff on ESPN.com, along with the things that interested me on Page 2 and 3 (other ESPN things). I emailed my sister three times, in response to one line questions she sent me. I answered a single phone call, and helped one, or was it two? people with job-related stuff. I ate lunch.

Today on Saved by the Bell. The gang are going through Driver's Ed with Mr. Tuttle. Slater is soon to turn 16 and get his license. He goes out and buys a car which the gang-sans-Zach help him fix up. Zach is worried about Slater stealing Kelly away from him.. as usual, so he concocts a plan to get Slater in tons o' trouble so that he will be unable to earn his driver's license before the turn of the century. Zach masterminds a plan utilizing the voice imitation skills of Screech to set a trap for Slater. Zach moves the driver's ed car into position outside Belding's office, in the only hallway in the school. Slater happens by, and ends up behind the wheel as planned. However, Kelly is on her way to Volleyball practice when Slater offers to give her a ride. Zach tries to get her to stay out of the car, so she won't get in trouble with Slater, but as it happens, Slater crashes into the lockers just outside Belding's office. They all run off leaving the crash site. Belding is out for justice and when all is said and done, Screech rats Zach out to the gang and Zach's plan completely backfires as he is removed from the driver's ed class for the year. But, lucky for him, Kelly admires his noblity as he takes responsibility for his action, and remains in their relationship.

More in a bit. Customer! He walked away unsatisfied. Life's tough for Meteorologists I guess.

Saved by the Bell: Where are they now? Because I'm truly that bored.

Elizabeth Berkeley (aka Jessie Spano): In November 2003, she married Ralph Lauren's nephew (Greg Lauren). She's been in a number of under-the-radar movies since Showgirls. And was supposed to start on Broadway in April 2004 in a play with Richard Dreyfuss entitled Sly Fox.

Mark-Paul Gosselaar (aka Zach Morris): He and his wife, Lisa Ann Russell had their first child earlier this year. "Zach" can be seen weekly on NYPD Blue as Detective John Clark Jr. (which is funnnnny if you're a Tom Clancy fan)

Mario Lopez (aka Albert Clifford "A.C." Slater): Was briefly married to Ali Landry (you go AC!!) Mario can currently be seen on the Animal Planet show "Pet Star." He's an amazing dancer and has been in a few movies since the end of Saved by the Bell, as well as "The Other Half" kind of like "The View" for guys.

Lark Voorhies (aka Lisa Turtle): She was once engaged to Martin Lawrence. But is currently married to Miguel Coleman. She currently manages her production company, and has done acting in movies and soaps since her graduation from Bayside.

Dustin Diamond (aka Samuel "Screech" Powers): Last I heard he was working as a stand-up comedian. But apparently he participated in Celebrity Boxing 2, defeating Ron Palillo (Horshack from Welcome Back, Kotter). Screech has spunk! Nothing on marriage, but apparently he dated Candace Cameron (Growing Pains, motherfuckah!)

Tiffany (-Amber) Thiessen (aka Kelly KaPOWski): Was a main character on the tv show Fastlane, had a recurring role on Good Morning, Miami - and is "currently" dating Brady Smith.

Source: http://www.imdb.com - Go me!

Feet on the Ground Go, Walk Walk Walk

Originally Posted at 04:13 PM on Jun. 07, 2004

Looking in the mirror this morning, I couldn't help but notice much redness around my face, and notedly paleness especially in the area of my eyes. I had a feeling something like that was going to happen.

Over the weekend, I walked somewhere between 5 and 9 miles. I don't exactly have a way of measuring, so it's just a guesstimate. All of which saw me in my sunglasses devoid of suntan lotion.

I got to visit with my favorite second cousins for a few hours. A part of my family I like, that I even arranged to visit without my parents. Kind of nice.

I saw Super Size Me, and finally, finally got my headphones back from Kristen, whom I won't be talking to again until she calls me. And I'm willing to be that'll be at the very least two months from now. This goes back to the, if-I-am-the-one-who-always-calls-you,-and-you-never-call-me,-then-we're-not-really-friends thing (and by the way you can go f*** yourself). My views on friendship are tough but more than fair, I think.

Anyway, I really liked Super Size Me. It's basically a documentary by/about this guy who undertakes to eat McDonalds for 90 straight meals (30 days, 3 meals a day). And the journey he goes through on that path. Consulting with doctors, keeping track of his health, as well as the emotional and psychological effect on his eating that food. It was disturbing yet entertaining. And it's appearance at the Sundance Film Festival last year was a week or two earlier than McDonalds ending of the availability of Super Sizing. Coincidence? That's what McDonalds claims. Ha! If it's playing near you, I'd check it out, it was pretty good.

In other news, I've discovered Dried Apricots. Now, I know what you're thinking, that sounds disgusting, but they are delicious! I'm eating probably more than I should, but they're good. Very juicy, and full of flavor. Try some today!

Did the last two paragraphs kind of feel like advertisements in between blog-commentary? Funky. Whoooa!

Over breakfast for the past few weekdays I have been watching Zach and the Gang's exploits (on Saved by the Bell, duh!) And it's all nostalgic and predictable because I think I'd be hard pressed to find an episode outside of the College Years or one of their movies that I haven't seen. But it's a classic nonetheless. I wonder if any of the kids actually need to work, if they get tons of royalties and stuff, because I recall an E! True Hollywood Story about Saved by the Bell, and it was like, they're syndicated in 39 different countries. Something ridiculous like that. So I wonder if Lisa Turtle needs work. Or if Elizabeth Berkeley really regrets doing Showgirls, other than it killing her career. I mean, monetarily, did it end up mattering? Munchies for thought.

The Lakers dropped Game One in LA last night. It was shameful. Kobe and Shaq combined for 50-something points, and the rest of the team was about worthless. I expect a much better display tomorrow night.

Omgosh! Stanley Cup Playoffs, Game Seven of the Finals tonight on ABC! Tampa Bay vs. Calgary, possibly the last NHL (Hockey) Game you'll see on tv for a while - their agreement dealy thing that let's them play nice is up after.. well, I guess tonight basically. And everybody's greedy and won't share the monies so there won't be any for any one. How's that for a lesson from childhood biting back?

Lewd and Crude

Originally Posted at 05:22 PM on Jun. 02, 2004

Because it's on my mind:

Whether or not you've heard by now, Miss Australia is this year's Miss Universe. I think she'll really make a difference. What does she do anyway? Regardless, I was flipping channels last night after the Pacers lost to the Pistons (oof, the first half saw a combined total of 60 points scored) and saw pretty girls so naturally, I stopped for a moment to see what all this was about. I was watching with Mari, and we remarked a bit as we saw Miss Puerto Rico, Miss Ecuador and Miss Colombia. Miss Australia walked, and I grinned and said "She can go 'down under' on me any time!" And the only reason it matters today is because that's our new Miss Universe, teehee. Yes, I know, it's a horrible joke but that's my sexual-humor so, ha! The whole thing is weird because I mean how presumptuous is it to say Miss Universe. Why can't she be Miss World?

Speaking of which, does anybody remember those old McWorld commercials for McDonalds, those were the days! Every now and then I reference it, and people respond, "Scully, what the hell are you talkin' about now?" Like it was so long ago people can't remember.

In my Film class today, (Super 8mm) we were becoming familiar with the cameras and stuff, it is the first day after all. And the prof told the class that each cartridge of film was 50 feet long and was able to film 18 frames per second for three minutes and twenty seconds. So, I set about to figure out how many seconds were equivalent to a foot. But before I could finish, he asked how many frames were on a 50 foot roll. And I blurted out 3,600 (200 seconds x 18 frames per second). My prof was simply amazed, asked me quickly to explain how I got that number, and then told everybody that in all his years of teaching (which judging by his age and stories is probably longer than I've been in school myself) nobody had ever known sooo fast. It's simple math. And of course, now, because I managed to do a simple multiplacation problem, any time the class needs some math done, he's going to look to me to bloody well do it. Welcome back to fourth grade. Which, if you aren't Mikey, you know nothing about. But let's just say I caught hell for knowing my multiplacation tables better than anyone else in my class.

And man did Miss Vinik hate me in third grade. Oh, let's see what-ever happened to that lawsuit against her. Didn't find anything... weird. Ten minutes until I go home, more on the morrow.

Ay Carumba

Originally Posted at 12:42 PM on Jun. 01, 2004

Dial-up internet is the suck. And I don't have access to the internet at all in my new apartment. That'll last until late August. However, I will be at work everyday, Monday-Friday for at least 3 hours a day until early August. Yay!

My three week "vacation" (meaning time where I don't have somewhere to be at a certain time Monday-Friday) was a complete bust. I got may-be two good night's sleep, which is what vacations mean to me. And worst of all, the one for-sure-good-night's-sleep was the first night back in Vegas. I slept from 6:15 in the PM until 11:15 in the AM. I needed it too. Other than that I had trouble sleeping.

I spent a week in Encino, CA at my sister's place. She insisted on waking me up at 9:30 or earlier, despite my only desire while being out there to be to sleep as late as I could handle. And the bed I was stuck on gave me back problems, which made sleeping all-the-more easy. I wouldn't have had such a problem with it, but all we did was things she needed to do, and she'd ask me what I wanted to do, other than sleep.. but that was the only thing I bloody wanted other than watching Lakers games (which I managed to do) - I shan't soon forget The Fish's Shot heard 'round Texas (booyah Spurs fans!)

And the Lakers just wrapped up their series with Minnesota. Kareem Rush went 6/7 from beyond the arc for 18 points as the Lakers propelled themselves into the Finals for the fourth time in five years. In the Eastern Conference, I'm rooting for Indiana, because I heart Reggie Miller.. and the Pistons I don't like so much, mostly because the combined score of games involving them doesn't meet one team's from the 80s. (The Pacers face elimination this evening in Detroit, on ESPN) Yay Playoffs!

Last night for dinner, Mari and I made lasagna... which was a first for me. And I dare say it was delicious. I wonder what we'll have this evening.

I had my first class this morning, Management. Lots of homework, in the way or reading, to be done in that class. I also have a Film class which should be most interesting, but that doesn't start until tomorrow. The school "year" starting on a Tuesday messes everything up (Memorial Day, ya know).

Mari and I are probably going to get a NetFlix account so we can indulge in a ridiculous amount of movie watching for the next two months. I'm working on a list of movies I want to watch/force her to watch. So, if you have any suggestions, run them by me! And don't be too shocked if I've seen them already (or if I haven't). ;) Goodfellas, Swimming with Sharks, El Mariachi, Desperado, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Four Doors, Taxi Driver, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next are currently on my list, along with forcing Mari to watch Blazing Saddles.

Blazing Saddles is a Mel Brooks classic. If you haven't yet seen it, you must! I implore you! And the three dollar cinema a stone's throw from our apartment looks to be staying open through the summer. Van Helsing is playing there, and I think I'm willing to be parted from (that small amount of) my money to see Kate Beckinsale - now it's just a matter of not having to go alone.

That's all for now, but I'll probably rant more in about three hours, because hey, I'll still be at work.

Happy Birthday.

Originally Posted at 11:46 PM on May. 04, 2004

I hate the song. I can't stand it. Anybody who tried singing it to me today did not get past the first "birthday" before I forced them to stop. I don't know why, I don't like being the one the song is focused at. Though, that is not to say that I don't like being the center of attention, that's fine and dandy, but I hate being sung to. Yick. Such a corny song too.

It's Finals week here in Boulder. Started Saturday morning at 7:30 for me. I was actually up at 5:30am to be sure that I was up, and to get a few more minutes of cramming in before the test. I did quite well, I got a 95 out of 100 on the exam, which I am relatively certain gives me an A for the semester (one I really wanted) - Anthropology 2020 was the best class ev-er. I'd take it again if I could, and if you went to CU, I'd highly recommend you take it come next Spring (although none of you do, and nobody I know that goes to CU reads this, so it's moot). That all being said, I am not gonna be an Anthropologist.

Sunday there were no Finals, which was nice, I slept til 11:00ish, watched the Lakers blow a five point lead in the fourth quarter, after having an awesome third quarter. I plan to watch game two tomorrow night. At midnight, my roommate, Marshall and I went to the UMC (student union) for massages and the midnight breakfast held semester-ly (I made a word!) during finals. Alas, the date was wrong, and both were scheduled for Monday night. No matter, I had studying to do for my Monday 7:30am final. I got to work at 12:05, and studied straight through until 7:15. Went to my class, took the final, and didn't do so hot - and it took me more time than any of my other finals have (ever). Suffice it to say, I did not do so hot, and will probably end up with a B-/C+ on the exam barring a showing of mercy on the professor's part - which is highly unlikely. Moving on.

Finally, around 4:15 yesterday afternoon I took a nap, slept on and off until 7:15 at which time my roommate and I went to dinner. We came back, and I did unproductive things until shortly after midnight at which point I went to sleep. I slept on and off until noon-ish today. I was awoken at some point by a text message from Mikey (it arrived on my phone at 2:14am, and beeped something like every 5 minutes for the next 8 hours - much appreciated). Then at 10:30 my dad called and left a voice mail. So much for my unplugging the phone and turning down my answering machine. Sometime later I recall Mari leaving a message on my answering machine, but I was in no position to respond. Finally started the day around noon. Showered, grabbed lunch, went to my writing professor's office hours to pick up my final project and find out my grade for her class. In my final "paper" I was to argue for a grade. I argued for an A- because I felt I had earned a B+, and didn't deserve an A. She liked it, bought it, and gave me the A-. I ran off giddily. The GPA this semester will most likely rest on my Spanish final which is tomorrow at 7:30am.

Now for a minor rant. In my 5 semesters of college, the now 80 credits I have completed, I have had one 9:00am class, and probably four or five 9:30am classes. Not once have I had an 8:30 or dared to attempt an 8:00 class, but somehow, some way, the university feels fine giving me 7:30am finals. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot my friends, we have a problem. All three of my finals this semester - and I will stop to say, three finals is waaaay easy, I have lounged on average forty of the forty-eight hours between these finals. They are spread out so perfectly, whee! Ridiculous, 7:30am finals. If you want to do that, give it to the crazies in the 8:00 classes, not those of us who are lucky to get to our 9:30 classes on time, damnit!

The rest of my birthday was spent hanging out with Mari, we went to the Olive Garden, she got what I would call "dressed up," for her anyway. I went in my standard jeans and a uni-color t-shirt. All I really wanted was a female for a waiter/waitress, but alas, my desire went unfulfilled. Of course, as far as things like that go, I fail to be surprised any longer. But on the bright side, I say goodbye to a decade, and hello to a new one. The way I see it, I have three thousand six hundred and fifty one days (including both leap years and subtracting today) ahead of me before I turn thirty to virtually no fanfair. I won't be balding, I won't be in a dead-end job I hate, and perhaps I won't be searching for Miss Right any longer. Maybe I'll even have a little one on the way, wouldn't that be something? At least I can dream.

And no, I am by no means depressed, I'd probably call it a bit of a sobering-type-thing.

As a twenty year old I can now date Mari's friends, if she ever finds any suitable to my tastes, and someone she can stand to see me date. You see in older people's eyes, nineteen isn't twenty - in fact there is a large gap between the two. Interesting isn't it - the psychology of numbers. At least I'm catching up to my level of maturity, that'll be nice - not having to hear about how different I seem from the other guys my age (as I did today while getting my haircut.. that was weird).

Cheers.

Chick Flicks

Originally Posted at 10:22 PM on Apr. 26, 2004

Yeah.

13 Going on 30
I liked it, it was a charming remake of Big, with a twist. I went with some friends who were into it, and we were dancing in our seats to the music. And I had the main song to the movie stuck in my head for a good 24 hours. Only to be replaced by "Peanut Butter Jelly Time - The Scully Remix". Jennifer Garner ain't too bad neither.

Mean Girls
Yes, I know this doesn't come out until Friday. But lucky for you! I caught a sneak preview this evening, and first I must rehash something I may or may not have shared with you. I claimed that Lindsay Lohan looks like Frankie Muniz with a wig. Having now seen the movie, I must retract my opinion. (Ladies, please don't hurt me, I'm just making an honest observation here). Having seen Ms. Lohan from the neck down, I will come out and say, the resemblance between the two ends at the face. Rawr. Okay, now that that's done with. I really, really enjoyed Tina Fey's comedy (she wrote it). I laughed, a lot. But, be warned on behalf of the friends with whom I went. One was Hannah, a girl whose graduating class was 10 people (including her!) and couldn't appreciate some of the jokes because they're high school cliquey stuff - (things I know very well.. eh Erin?), and her friend (another male) was only in it for Lindsay Lohan, so, whatever. I found the story easy to relate to (because high school was memorable), and I love Tina Fey... and her sense of humor.

Some Movie Reviews

Originally Posted at 09:29 PM on Apr. 20, 2004

Well, over the course of the weekend, I saw a number of movies, and so, here, now I shall talk about them a little bit for whoever cares to read. If you don't care, I don't care, so nyah! If you do care, you're cool. Fair enough?

Scarface
Finally, I saw this "classic" guy movie starring Al Pacino. I thought Pacino was fantabulous in his portrayal of Tony Montana. I was also looking forward to actually seeing the oft imitated line "Say hello to my 'lil fren!" in its original context. I enjoyed watching the rise and fall of a gangster, but I felt as though Mari, who I was watching with, didn't appreciate it so much. Especially when she found a few scenes hard to watch, which makes me wonder how desensitized toward movie violence I really am, and again contemplate seeing The Passion, but I fear for my life. As you'll see later on, I tend to laugh at the.. well, wrong times, in movies.

This is Spinal Tap
The original mockumentary from the makers of Best in Show and A Mighty Wind, minus Eugene Levy. Being a comedy, it definitely had its moments, although I think it's more for an older audience. It was funny, but not quite as funny as I had hoped. Oldie but goodie.

Dirty Pretty Things
Mari's pick. A "foreign" film, that takes place in "London's seedy underbelly." It follows the lives of some illegal immigrants trying to get by, and make it to their respective promised lands. And the lengths they are willing to go to make it happen. It was engrossing and suspenseful, even with some cooky characters that made it fun despite the depressing aspects. I'd recommended it if you don't mind feeling a little bummed afterward (it's not a comedy), but it is a good movie.

The Ladykillers
Tom Hanks "new" comedy. It had its moments, and at a few points, I was the only one in the theater laughing - thanks to my peculiar sense of humor. Luckily, this time around, nobody was hounding me from the back about my laughing (more on this in a bit).

The Story
A few years ago, Erin and I went to the theaters and took in the Hugh Grant, Sandra Bullock romantic comedy - Two Weeks Notice. Being that the movie has been out as long as it has, I feel no remorse in ruining this scene. Before I tell you, in my defense I had been up for 36 hours straight when it happened. There's this scene, where Sandra Bullock('s character) is chewing gum in a meeting with Hugh Grant's (character's) brother (a very important CEO-type person) and she spits out this huge glob of gum that the brother steps into. The whole audience has a good little laugh. We're sitting in the front row, laughing my head off. I laughed through the following two scenes, I was crying. And some guy in the back yelled "It wasn't that funny!" To which I, through my tears, muttered, "Yeah it was!" Upon reviewing, it really wasn't that funny, but damned if I didn't think it was at the time (for obvious reasons - No I wasn't high, thank you).
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More Later and stuff. I yam tired.

What a Nice Guy...

Originally Posted at 12:41 AM on Apr. 16, 2004

Well, tonight I played in my second Intramural Basketball game. It was the first round of the league playoffs. If you'll recall, we lost our last one by 70 points, and the most recent game the other team forfeited by not showing up. We were worried this was the case until three minutes before game time when the other team showed up. Then we were worried we wouldn't be able to play because we only had one girl - not the necessary two. Luckily, two showed up with two minutes before gametime. Game on!!

The other team started off on a 10-2 run, which pretty much set the tone for the entire game. The first interesting thing that happened was when my team's "captain" lashed out at a foul call. He was dribbling the ball upcourt, and the refs blew a whistle, calling a foul. He didn't listen that the player called for it was on the other team. He yelled "FUCK!!" which could be heard throughout the gym, and started storming off the court. Ever the voice of reason, I tried to calm him down saying it wasn't on him, and to take it easy. He kind of pushed me out of his way, and stormed over to the "bench." For his outburst, the ref's called a Technical, which gave the other team two shots (in the NBA it's only one), and the ball. Talk about a boneheaded play.

The next interesting thing, involved me and a girl from the other team. I later found out she'd been playing basketball since the fourth grade, and let me tell you, she was good. She set screens, blocked, handled the ball, defended, and shot well. Good competition. One of her teammates put up a shot, which bounced off the rim, I picked up the rebound, and started running downcourt with it along the sideline. She got between me and the baseline, and was making a move for the ball. She was the only thing stopping me from driving towards the basket. And, as she made her move, she got tripped up, and completely ate hardwood. Naturally, I was concerned, I stopped running, to make sure she was okay, and let the ball go. It rolled out of bounds off of me, and she was fine. It didn't matter in the grand scheme of things because we were still down by ~30 points. It was a good show of sportsmanship, and ironically, the second she went down there was nothing on my mind but concern she might be injured, - scoring was the furthest thing from my mind. Later, when we came out of the game, we were both at the scorer's table chatting, and she was like "That was so sweet! I can't believe you did that." And so on, which made it all worth it.

And, then, a similar instance to the previous one. This time with about 10 seconds left on the clock. I picked up the rebound, speedily dribbled downcourt, one of the other team stood between me and the basket, so I stepped behind the arc, jumped in the air, and put up a shot. The ball hit the backboard, bounced into the rim, rolled around for a second, and fell through the next as the buzzer sounded. Everyone, my team, the other team, the refs, the score keeper, and my team, were astounded. It was beautiful. Something you always dream about as a kid, making a three pointer at the buzzer. Of course, it was akin to Chris Duhon in the Duke/UConn game when he tossed up a meaningless three at the end of the game that went in, and only changed the amount his team lost by. Instead of losing by 33, we only lost by 30. But it was still sooo-weet to make the shot.

Mad props from the other team for making the shot, and showing concern for their teammate when she went down. What a nice guy...

Cien.

Originally Posted at 03:00 AM on Apr. 13, 2004

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: Wouldn't you know, it's a completely blank page. Honestly. Page 17 has the title of the book, and Page 19 has Chapter One. The book is The Mismeasure of Man(1981) by Steven J. Gould, I've only made it through the first three-ish chapters... serious reading, and I have enough to read with classes and all as it is.

2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? The wall, I barely have to move it to hit the wall, I'm under a foot away to begin with.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? Band of Brothers, Episode One: Curahee. Seen the whole series before, and I've read the book as well. Amazing.

4. WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is. 1:10am.

5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 1:10am. It was 1:07am when I started... oops!

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? I hear the song "One" by U2 coming from my roommate's computer. I asked to make sure, I'm so un-musical, sorry.

7. When did you last step outside? what were you doing? Oh, this is gonna be bad. I was last outside... uhm, probably 6 or 7 hours ago. Coming back from dinner. I've been in my room/at my computer since. Playing computer games/chatting/working on a paper. Most unfortunate. And I can totally blame the weather. My room was 63 degrees earlier today, which is cold for indoors.

8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at? A whole lot of stuff. I looked up biographical information on Rusty Schweicker (Apollo 9 astronaut), Seth Shostak (SETI guy), William Hartmann (Painter, Author of Textbooks, etc) and Andrew Revkin (Times Science Report), because they were on a panel for a World Affairs Conference thingy I went to on Tuesday, and I had to write about for a class. I wanted background information on them. I also filled out a random E-Mode Quiz that Erin sent me about what type of car fits my personality, and it turned out to be something Urban-esque - Lexus or BMW is what it suggested. I'm not surprised. I don't really care, I just want a hybrid.

9. What are you wearing? The ancient UCLA sweatshirt that has been worn by more chicas than I've dated.. but that doesn't say much.

10. Did you dream last night? I'm sure I did, but I don't recall what aboot.

11. When did you last laugh? Oh man, it being 1am after I've been working on an English paper, I'm totally getting ripped on these questions. Oh I know, I asked Erin about if she kept in touch with Eric from high school, and she said which one... yada yada, she asked me to say hi for her. I said I didn't have anything to say to him, so she should do it. She said she didn't have anything to say either. And I said, I guess he's not getting his hi then. I know, lame, but I chuckled. I'm an easy audience, what can I say?

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? Mostly my roommate's stuff. Above my head on the left is an Escher... the one with the stairways. The opposite wall has a nebula, pictures of my roommate's friends (Hey, why am I not in there?!), a tracing of Calvin and Hobbes on a sled, the awesome picture of the Earth and the Moon. Hanging around the room are Christmas/Chanukah lights. Blue/White/Multicolor. They light the room when we want atmosphere in lieu of florescence. And Starry Night would be hanging but I can't put nails in the walls, so screw it.

13. Seen anything weird lately? Oh man. My friend Mayhem (Maggie from work) posted some freaky-ass picture of a red face through latex on her blog. That was weird.

14. Last movie you saw? Hmm. Citizen Kane. (In film class, twas the first time I'd ever seen it.)

15. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? First, I gotta pay back my parents for putting up with my shit, putting me through college, and being all around good parents. But after that, I'd buy something nice for me, my friends, and then figure out how I wanted to go about donating and to what causes - although that's not what the question asked.

16. Tell me something about you that I don't know: Damn, this is tougher than I thought it would be... oooh, here's a good one. One day, after school in the fourth grade, Marisa Abraham told me that my farts smell nice. Don't ask me, because I'm still trying to figure it out to this day. - Mikey did you know that one?

17. (Apparently there was no Number 17, so I've filled in my own - whether or not we've done this one before:) What is your motto? "Moderation in Excess!"

18. Do you like to dance?: Given the choice, probably not. Although, who I am going to be dancing with my "liking-to-dance quotient" could skyrocket.

19. George Bush: "Read my lips."
19a. George W. Bush: "Strategery."

20. Imagine your first [next] child is a girl, what do you call her? Agent or Dana. Teehee. My wife will probably take charge of this one.

21. [Same question for a boy]: Agent or Dana. Teehee. My wife will probably take charge of this one. *grins mucho evilly*

22. Would you ever consider living abroad? Consider yeah, I just did to answer this question. Will I? Probably not. I'm convinced the world hates me, so they can stay on the other side of the world for all I care.
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Now a mostly different one that Brandon, Erin and I did via email from a mutual friend, so it's a copy/paste/touchup job.

1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Alas, I have no kitchen plates. And no, I don't eat off the floor.. I won't walk on my floor barefoot let alone eat off of it... disgusting!

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? If I had time I'd be reading another installment of Douglas Adam's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and what I'm trying to read on top of class stuff (unsuccessfuly) is The Mismeasure of Man (1981) by Steven J. Gould.

3. WHAT'S ON YOU MOUSE PAD? It's my desk, I have no mousepad.

4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? It used to be Monopoly, I guess I've grown old. I'm gonna find a new one for this Summer/Fall when I host game nights... Oooh exciting.

5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? ESPN, The Magazine... I guess... I like reading Page2, but I do it online, so whatever.

6. FAVORITE SMELL? Girls. They smell nice! Sorry.

7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Shit breath.

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING WHEN YOU WAKE UP? Do I need to get up now, or can I sleep another six hours?

9. FAVORITE COLOR? Vivid Tangerine, the most awesome colored crayon of the 64!

10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR? Burnt Sienna, because I always wondered, what did Sienna look like before the pyros got to it, ya know?

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? It depends on the cleanliness of the room I'm in, or rather, how many obstacles lay between the phone and me.

12. FUTURE CHILDREN'S NAME? Agent or Dana. I've not yet decided. Seriously though, it'll probably be a name my wife suggests, assuming I can't come up with a way for other children to tease.. my child about it.

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Some variety, "moderation in excess", connections with other people, and having a good time without unduly fucking over someone else.

14. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla, without a doubt. I'd snort Vanilla Extract over Cocoa Powder any day of the week. Although Chocolate Fudge Brownie does beat Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Look what you did!

15. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? Indeed, I like to drive fast, but I don't often get the opportunity to. And I'm all about that moderation, so generally, I don't do it anyway. Police Officers scare me a whee bit.

16. DO YOU FALL ASLEEP WITH THE TV ON? On occasion, I'll tell you my Sleep Timer gets a lot of use - it's kind of a race... that I usually end up losing quite badly. (As in the tv gets some rest before I do)

17. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST TYPE OF CAR? Well, the first vehicle I got to drive was my badass Bigfoot Power Wheels. But the battery died, and the mechanics at Toys'R'Us suggested it be totaled. Alas, she never ran again. But, she does rest in my parent's garage, my old hellraiser!

18. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? When I find one, I'll let you know.

19. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN AND BIRTHDAY? Taurus, May 4th (Oh, is it that time of year already? Hey, one month warning everybody!)

20. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Usually. But not always, sometimes they gross me out.

21. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I think I'd be an actor. That'd be way cool. Perks aside for the moment, getting deep into another life sounds ver-ry interesting, but I'd like to try it before I sign on for anything life shattering. But the perks are quite nice. Millions of dollars,
fan clubs, lots of vacation to exotic places, shmoozing with snobs.. hmm, that's not so fun. But wait, preferential treatment sounds cool... if I'm in a me-me-me mood where I can actually enjoy it. And seeing what I'd be like if things turned out the way.

22. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I luff my hair. My hair will be this color as long as I have it.. unless I get offered six (or more) figures to alter it, in which case, I might sell out. We (my hair and I) will cross that bridge when we come to it.

23. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Ya know. Hmm. That's a toughy, I'd like to say yes, but historically, it's been pretty fleeting for me, so... I'll take a few more years before committing to any sort of yes.

24. FAVORITE MOVIE? No. I will not settle for just one, thank you very much. I will not commit the injustice of forgetting a movie.

25. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? At a sustained 100+ words per minute, thank you very much!

26. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? A lot of my roommate's stuff. Although I guess technically, I'm under his bed, so we're even...

27. FAVORITE NUMBER? Sextillion. *smiles wide*

28. FAVORITE SPORT? This year it's been Basketball. Both playing and watching. Although a lot can be said for watching Volleyball. *coughs*

29. WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Well, you'd know if you read my blogs wouldn't you now? And it very well may get dealt with in my next blog, if you're lucky!

30. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU (or for our purposes, who you took this from- it only has to be me once!). In this instance it was my friend Maria, and I said: "I love you."

31. FAVORITE CD? Let's go with Beatles greatest hits, Volume One, the old one, where song #1 is Let It Be.

32. FAVORITE TV SHOW? Toss up between.... (in no particular order).. South Park, Family Guy, Simpsons, Scrubs, Chapelle's Show, SG1, Enterprise, Futurama, Laker Games!

33. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? Ketchup... because the seeds of Tomatos can't be turned into chemical weapons.

34. HAMBURGERS OR HOT DOGS? Hamburgers. Well, actually, Cheeseburgers. I heart the queso.

35. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Dr Pepper is the one for me.

36. BEST PLACE YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? When I get there, I'll let you know. And I don't think it's so much a location as it is a time in my life. But we shall see, shan't we? (Look everybody, I used the contraction "shan't" in text. It's official, I AM THE MAN!! Take notice world, shan't just got used in a sentence, on the internet. The revolution is on. - "The black pigeon waddles west in a fortnight! Repeat: The black pigeon waddles west in a fortnight!"

37. WHAT SCREEN SAVER DO YOU HAVE ON YOU COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? The one where my computer turns off. (No Screen Saver) - My computer is on, off or in standby mode.

38. WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE ANIMAL? Puppy Dogs.

39. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP! Old, not single, a father, a grandfather (but not too early!), a great-grandfather, an uncle (check!), happy, healthy, loved, able to celebrate my 50th anniversary to my first and only wife, and have our kids and all of the grandkids attend.

40. CAR YOU DRIVE NOW? My dead-as-Bigfoot 1992 Pontiac Sunbird which was pre-owned by my sister.

41. WHAT CAR DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? One of those spiffy Hybrids, that gets really good gas mileage, looks sleek, comfortably seats five but still has enough power to get the show on the road in a jiffy (aka, mucho horsepower and a light frame), and has suitable trunk space.

Don't Discount Being Courteous

Originally Posted at 04:04 PM on Apr. 08, 2004

Me: Hello?
Tammy: Hello sir, how are you? My name is Tammy and I'm performing a survey on how people perceive charitable foundations. Can I have a moment of your time please sir?
Me: (In a nutshell) No.

And let me tell you why. My sometimes dubious view of charitable foundations aside. First, I had just finished consuming my dinner for the evening, and I was enjoying an episode of Scrubs courtesy of Yiggy before this interuption to my evening's relaxation. But more importantly, for someone giving a survey, Tammy should've left me time to respond when asking me how I was before cutting to the chase. Of course, to be honest, had Tammy waited, this rant would probably be about why random people calling should give a damn how I am doing - perhaps to gauge how I will react to their sales approach. I half wanted to interrupt her and say "I was doing well until you called Tammy," but alas there was no time, and I wasn't feeling like that much of an ass hole, when it could be resolved two sentences later. Although, I must say, I really do like my Scrubs.

Furthermore, Tammy didn't even know my name, it was a random phone call! If I had answered, and Tammy discerned from my voice that I am female, the conversation would've begun "Hello Miss..." She didn't know my name, and she wasted my time. Damnit Tammy, I know it's not your fault, it's your job, but courteousness goes a long, long way with me, and yours was fake. Fake off Tammy.
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So, I was at the Media Library two days ago to watch this stupid 3.5 minute clip from a movie of which I hadn't previously heard (or rather, in talking english - a movie I'd never heard of). I looked online to see if there were any clips available before I left - there were 6 on reserve, 4 were checked out. Sweet! I moseyed across campus, and walked up the stairs to the Media portion of the Library. I inquired about the clip and was told, I was out of luck, all the copies were out. But! There were some people in a viewing room if I wanted to join them. Cautiously, I headed over.

I opened the door and peaked my head in, and was warmly greeted by two young ladies (although to be honest, one was my age, and the other was at least a year older - and as a matter of fact, today, both still are). I got settled, and we exchanged introductions. And both said they recognized me. Apparently, I'm the kid who always asks if that seat is taken, even though it's obvious that it's not, and then politely says thank you before sitting down. Courteousness, however unnecessary, goes a long way. I had unwittingly made a favorable impression on both of them prior to actually interacting with either of them.

I was completely unaware anyone was...aware that I always did that. If someone is next to an empty seat, instead of assuming it is open, the polite thing to do is ask.. and I'm to the point where I do it without even asking. Odd. Weirder that people are actually aware of this, but we have been in the class together for over three months now - I should have recognized these girls, but I was unable to do so. The kicker is that we all were aware of one another yesterday when we were in class.
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In class, we watched "Citizen Kane" the #11 best movie of all-time according to the voters at IMDB.com, although I think it may have been AFI's #1 movie of all-time, so there were high expectations going in. It was released in 1941, and I missed the first minute or two of the movie, in which Charles Foster Kane utters his famous last word, "Rosebud." Although I can say I'm familiar with it, as I can recall an episode of the original Ghostbusters cartoon that I have taped at home from the 80s which starts off similarly. And also, the Simpsons, which uses Mr. Burns teddy "Bo-Bo" in lieu of "Rosebud." And Family Guy, where Peter rented the movie from the video store, and taped over the beginning with "It's his sled. There, I just saved you two boring hours." I heart Peter.

The movie was pretty good, although I think as time goes on, it becomes a little harder to appreciate, due to the timeliness of the story. Newspaper moguls are few and far between these days. But I guess the story of a remarkable man's life should be intriguing nonetheless, and it was... I guess.

I was quite annoyed with the woman they cast as his second wife, her voice was so high-pitched and loud (possibly due to the volume, but possibly not). I actually had to cover my ears when she was talking.. I walked out of the movie with a pretty bad headache.

Addition
I've had 9 advil in the past three days. Three days, three headaches, three advil at a time. Today was the first day this week I haven't had one (of either), but the day is yet young. I just spent 2.5 hours at the library working on the paper again. It was interesting to meet with fellow classmates, all disliked the assignment, and the video it was based on. No surprise. I just need to do a bit of typing and reworking and it's a solid B paper, if my prof knows what's good for him...

Now, stolen from Lenny, on her birthday (Happy Birthday Lenny!)
Name: Scully.
Birthday: May 4th (Hmm, it's that season starting tomorrow, isn't it?)
Rank: All Around Awesome, Triple-A
Sexual Preference: I likez the ladies.
Any Siblings: One sister.
If so, what order are you (oldest, youngest, middle): Younger.
What color are your eyes: Depends on my shirt, but topless, they default to a lovely green color.
What color is your hair: Brown with random auburn/copper highlights. My hair is way cool, especially when I don't put any mousse in it, and we're in good lighting (like the sun). My hair is sooo-weet.

The "If You Could" Section
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If you could have any one super power: Telekinesis. The one where I can move stuff with my mind. Heh, that'd be pretty cool. And my mind just took a swim in the gutter. And now so did yours. Sorry everyone!
If you could live in any time period: The Future.
If you could be the best at one thing: Life.
If you could have anything to eat right now: A nice juicy steak, that spent a week marinating in delicious sauce.
If you could have fries with that?: I'd like fries with that, make them homestyle, wedge, normal, Applebee's style/seasoning, seasoned, and potatoes lorraine (the really really thin ones).
If you could own a franchise: The Lakers.
If you could go anywhere for vacation: Well, if I had someone special to go with, I'd go, with them some place warm, quiet, and cozy.. with good food.
If you could go anywhere to live: Somewhere with similar weather to Boulder, but less hippies. And is completely non-smoking.
If you could get it on with any celebrity: Well, I'd like to learn their personalities, but it's a toss up between Kristin Kreuk and Elisha Cuthbert.
If you could get it on with any videogame/anime character: Uhm. Hmm. Offhand, I can't really think of any. Maybe one of them beach volleyball chicks from that one PS2 game, but that's because that's about it for my experience in videogames/anime. Come to think of it, I don't play enough video games.
If you could kill any one person: Gum-Cow-Chewers/People who click their pens incessantly/People who can't sit still.
If you could shoot funky webs from your wrists: I'd hang out a lot. (Oh (wo)man, bad pun!)

Favorites! Everyone has favorites (lousy boss!).
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Favorite Food: Italian-American, Mexican-American.
Favorite Band(s): I like The Beatles, Michelle Branch, Queen, ZZ Top, AC/DC, Don Davis, Juno Reactor, Rob Dougan.. ish stuff
Favorite Name: Michelle has been pretty good to me, historically. And Scully, because everybody loves the Scully!
Favorite Anime/Videogame Character(s): Mario. And Kyle Katarn.. because being a Jedi is fun stuff.
Favorite 8-bit Theater Character: Que?
Favorite People: People who know what pisses me off, and avoid doing it. Thank you so very much.
Favorite Poem or Lyric(s): "Scully and angels on the kitchen floor." Just because it's funny. It's from a Sheryl Crow song, but I don't remember which one, sorry!
Favorite Dream Job: I'm gonna go with Actor, because then I can get paid big, big bucks, receive preferential treatment (and the props for oftentimes deferring it), be adored by millions, and best of all, be anything and everything. Although I'd still put money that it's hard work, but with such a cool payoff, it'd be worth it. Hmm...
Favorite TV Show(s): In no particular order, South Park, Family Guy, Simpsons, Scrubs, Chapelle's Show, SG1, Enterprise, Futurama, Laker Games!
Favorite Movie(s): It all depends on that for which I'm in the mood.
Favorite Book: Tom Clancy, Jack Ryan stuff, and Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series.
Favorite Method of Relaxing: Sleep. Or at least laying in bed.

Randomness of the complete and total variety
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If you've felt enlightened in the past week or so, please share: For some reason, since Spring Break, I have been far more susceptible to paper cuts than previously. Something is very wrong, and I don't know what. I've got my year's quota of paper-style cuts in that span of time. Damnit!
Groovy: Werd.
Where were you last Friday at about 8pm?: I was watching SG1 end, and contemplating going to the rec center. At 10:30pm, I went, and was there til 12:55am.
Please drive through and come again: "Thank you, come again!" Mikey, Erin, do you remember when that was on my answering machine? Hah!
If Mississippi wore Missouri's New Jersey, what would Delaware: Delaware, you mean Missouri wore New Jersey's Mississippi?
So Brain, what are we doing tonight: Electroshock therapy on you, pinky. Attach these to your ears.
What is the address to the Simpson's house: 742 Evergreen Terrace. Teehee, I cheated, but I knew the street name anywho.
How do you take your coffee: In the form of Dr Pepper. I don't drink coffee, or warm drinks, thank you very much. I dislike the smell of coffee intensely.
Is the cup half-empty or half-full: Hey man, are you sure it's a cup? It looks kind of like a glass to me. But if there's something in it, doesn't smell to bad and is room temperature or colder, what the hell, I'll make it an empty cup (glass)!!
Did they forget your fries again: No, but they gave me pickle and onions, AGAIN!
Go to your room!: Way ahead of you. In the words of Sean Connery in Finding Forester, "You're the man now dawg!"

Took Seven Years

Originally Posted at 11:28 PM on Apr. 04, 2004

Well, it took seven years, but I finally made my way back onto the basketball court. You see, when I was younger, I played a lot of sports, I wracked up 16 "seasons" of youth sports by the time I was 16 years old. I played 8 years of baseball, 4 years of soccer, 3 of roller hockey, and 1 of basketball.

I was the worst at basketball, you see. In the debut game of my brief little league basketball career, I nailed a beautiful two point shot over this kid that must've been a foot taller than me. Alas, those were the only points I scored that season. Now, seven years later, I joined an intramural team through Hillel (Jewish campus organization) in basketball.

My debut game, we lost by seventy points. Yes, 7-0 points. At halftime we were down 48-9. We were a co-ed team, so apparently the rules are a whee bit different.

The major ones are as follows:
1) Guys are not allowed to shoot from the post (anywhere in the box closer to the hoop than the free throw line).
2) Guys are not allowed to actively block girls - You can only toss your hands straight up, swatting down constitutes goaltending.
3) The biggest one of them all - When girls score, they are worth +1 more than normal. A girl's layup is worth three, and a three pointer is worth four. Guy's points are normal

So, either you need some really, really good guys, or some good girls. We, apparently don't have either. I accounted for almost half the team's offense for the game. Which, if you've seen me play is not a good thing. Although... my shooting did get better as the game went on. I got one helluva workout, running up and down the court, and I had a good time. Even if we lost by 70.

I look forward to next week's massacre...I, err, mean game.

And one more thing. I was doing so well in the second half, that their team was calling to cover number 24. As I heard this, I'm running around on offense, and it registers, "hey, wait a second, I'm number 24." And I blurt out, "That's me! I'm Number 24!!" Teehee.

The Countdown Begins

Originally Posted at 12:59 AM on Mar. 31, 2004

37 days and counting...

I will be coming back to Vegas in 37 days. And when I come back to Boulder, 57 days from now, I will return not to a dorm room, but a residence in an apartment. I can't wait. Spring Break was wonderous, I revelled in the golden silence and soft rays of sunshine that bead down across the city in the stead of the kids off partying across the continent. The only problem was acquiring food with unsuitable (unsanitary) cooking space available to me. I got by on restaurants, my microwave and friends.

First times:
I had Red Robin for the first time last Sunday, and I must admit, their Monster Burger is quite scrumptious, but I would by no means call it monstrous. It was absolutely pint-sized for what I was expecting, the build-up they gave it. I sank in utter disappointment upon it being presented. I expected more, alas, I conquered it handily along with a few helpings of fries and my friend Hannah's Spinach and Artichoke Dip - also pretty delicious.

I also had Noodles & Co. for the first time, this past Friday night. I had Mushroom Beef Stroganoff and a small Caesar Salad - both were quite delicious. I had never had Stroganoff like this... it was drenched in cheese instead of that brown sauce that normally comes under a similar name in the dorms. And, apparently, when you put in your order, they ask you for a name for your order. When this happened, I was caught like a dear in headlights. Normally, I would simply say "Scully," but I had been meaning to give a fun-name the next time I got asked. I drew a complete blank. Luckily, I had my friends Andrea and Anna flanking me, and Anna thought fast and gave the name "Prince Albert."

Slightly graphic (You have been warned): You see, my coworker, Mayhem, had a belly-button ring thingy. When she got it, she was told that if she took it out, it would heal up after a while, but after six months it still hasn't healed. The kicker is that Mayhem has an ex-boyfriend who had a Prince Albert (for those of you who don't know, as Robin Williams would say, "a bolt through the cock"). He removed it to let it heal, and, wouldn't you know it.. it hasn't healed either. So, when he urinates, he has to cover the hole, or he suffers leakage. Odd, yet funny - because I don't know him. Anyway, I told this story to Anna and I guess it had been on her mind.

When my order was up, the girl who was to call out my name, called out "Beef Stroganoff?" I responded by saying, "That's what I ordered, but that's not the name I put in..." With a testy look in her eye, she muttered, "Prince Albert?" I exclaimed, "That's me!" She gave me my food and couldn't wait to put the incident behind her.

Next time, I'm either going to be "Maverick" or "Ice Man" I've not yet decided, I just hope I'll remember.

Through the course of Spring Break, I looked at close to 20 apartments. Only one was furnished, across the street from campus, in a quiet spot, and cheap-cheap-cheap, with cable TV. Guess where I'm living come this Fall (and probably this Summer) - I can't wait!

For those of you who are baseball fans, I'd like to take this time to point out that Mikey is a Yankees fan. How different that is from me being a Lakers fan... I know not. But, knowing what happened early this morning before I awoke, I need to relay this onto you all.

Scully: Mikey, can you help me out with something?
Mikey: whats up
Scully: Now, you know I'm not a big baseball follower
Scully: But, I think I kind of get baseball standings
Mikey: ok
Scully: If you have a team with 0 wins, and 1 loss, they're under .500 - and hence they currently would have a losing record, right?
Mikey: they would have a .000 winning percentage, under .500
Mikey: so yeah
Scully: Right
Scully: So, can you explain to me, how the Yankess lost to the Devil Rays?
Mikey: .... >:o

In the words of Eric Cartman, "it felt goooood."

Tomorrow I think I'll be pulling an all-nighter, so I will be attempting to sleep after the South Park: LoTR episode which is playing at the moment.

Due Thursday: An at least 5-page paper (probably about six or seven come the final draft) first draft. Along with a 75 minute debate on Manned vs. Unmanned Exploration which should be interesting, assuming I can stay awake. And a Spanish Exam, although I'm totally kicking ass at that class, I've got an A- in the bag, and if you toss in attendance it'll totally be an A. Werd.

The Girl Next Door: Yeah. Just WOW! Elisha Cuthbert has totally done a 180 from Kim Bower, and god bless her..uhm.. heart, that's... what I was thinking of, yeah, don't look at me like that! I'm only human! She has earned a special place in my heart.. until I see the movie at which point I will reassess the place in my heart assigned to her based on acting ability along with the whole.. my goodness is she hot.. thing. I'm human! Okay?

That about covers everything at the moment. Stupid Kyle Lampe is on Spring Break, so I can't wrap up the Kyle Lampe day's festivities - suddenly, it's become Kyle Lampe week. Who expected all this?!

Muahahaha.
<3 <3 <3

Kyle Lampe Day plus Two

Originally Posted at 03:24 AM on Mar. 30, 2004

To those of you who participated in Kyle Lampe day (or Kyle Lampe day plus One), I thank you. The story is really dumb, but the gist of it is that Kyle basically dared me to remember his birthday (March 28th) and I did. That's it, thank you. Stupid I know. And the bugger is off for Spring Break, so I haven't been able to harass him.. I mean wish him a happy birthday over the phone. =(

In other news, Spring Break is over, and time management is suck-ass. For Thursday, I have the first draft of a 10-page paper due, not to mention a 75-minute debate with five other people, oh, and a Spanish exam. Woo. No problem!

Went and saw the Theatrical Version of The Hebrew Hammer tonight, laughed my ass off, again, but my memory hurt me, because I remembered funny stuff coming, and it wasn't so enjoyable. C'est la vie. Nonetheless, can't wait for it on DVD.

I've come to the conclusion, I am reverse-sexist. But, more on that next time because I am flat exhausted at the moment. And I need to crash or I won't be able to get that paper done for Thursday - Time management!

Kyle Lampe Day

Originally Posted at 01:33 AM on Mar. 28, 2004

My friends,
Today, Sunday, March 28th, 2004, is Kyle Lampe day.
Edit:It is now Monday! If you would like to participate in Kyle Lampe Day plus One, please wish him a Happy Belated Birthday. Thank you!
Re-Edit: It is now Tuesday, and Kyle Lampe day, from what I can tell was a complete success.

My buddy Kyle's birthday is today, and his "present" is me attempting to get everyone I know (and everyone they know) to wish him a Happy Birthday, without him knowing it's from me until I tell him - late night on Sunday. So, please, I beg of you, make no mention of me.

His email address is klampe@umr.edu - and all you have to do is say "Happy Birthday Kyle!" and that'll do it. And if you're really in the spirit, get all of your friends to do it too. A massive internet-wide call to fill my buddy's box with Happy Birthday emails. It'll be gr-r-reat!

Your participation in this event is greatly appreciated. And I only hope it's as big of a success as I anticipate it will be. Please, remember, it won't be as good as it can be unless you take action. Please, make Kyle's day a special one, and wish him a happy birthday this instant.

Thank you,
-Scully

What is that Sound?!

Originally Posted at 01:24 PM on Mar. 24, 2004

So, I woke up early Monday morning so I could get to work by 9, so I could be done relatively early and have money to be able to enjoy my Spring Break as well as time in the afternoon to have fun with friends.

I woke up at 7:15am, and along with my alarm, I was treated to this unpleasant beeping sound. I determined it to be my neighbor's alarm clock, set to "Annoy." He had gone on vacation and left his alarm set. Lucky for me his window was open. I was running kind of late, and it was bugging me, but I figured it didn't matter much.

Yesterday, I woke up at 6:45am (I was later to work than I wanted to be). And again when I got moving I was greeted to the obnoxious beeping. Nothing I could do.

This morning, I took a proactive approach. I was up at 6:45am again, and I turned on my computer as I had done previously, to put on some music to drown out the beeping while I got ready. In the course of doing so, my computer naturally signed on to Instant Messenger. I saw a friend who works in the residence halls online and got it off my chest to her. She told me to talk to an RA and get them to help turn it off. They have a use? - They can do that? - Apparently, they can.

I went down the hall to make sure it was the room I thought it was. And it was. And I thought to myself, "Self," Oh, look at that, I thought of Mr. Smith, I'll have to pay him a visit in May. "This kid left his window open, and the curtain hanging out, let's check if he locked the door." I tried the handle, and low and behold, it was unlocked. I turned off the alarm, and I have to say, I can't believe he left his door unlocked. I have half a mind to go in there and rearrange his room for him (and by that I mean move furniture so that his TV and Radio aren't adjacent to my head. I haven't quite ruled it out just yet, but I would put money on it that I don't.

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Three hours and thirty minutes until I am checking out the first apartment for the fall. Should be interesting. Hopefully Matt will be up here early enough to grab lunch, that'd be cool. Otherwise it looks like I might walk to Wendy's at some point and get me a Frostie (Yum). In response to Lenine's post about Weather.

The whole week, in Boulder, it has been, and is supposed to be mostly sunny, and in the 70s. Oh, and the population of the city is down by a good percentage because everybody went away for Spring Break. Beautiful weather, and few people here to enjoy it. It's wonderful!!

For you basketball fans (which from what I've seen is just Mikey) - too bad, I'm doing it anyway. Tonight, the Lakers (most likely sans Kobe) will host the Sacramento Kings
in a possible preview of the Western Conference Finals (Yum) - besides it is the best, most competitive, and most heated rivalry in the NBA today. (Yay!) And, apparently, Shaq has that look in his eye. Can't wait.

For you non-basketball fans, Episode 2 of Season 8... South Park! Tonight on Comedy Central. Laughed my ass off last week (as I know some of you did too!).

And, if neither of those peak your interest, there's always.. uhh, reading! Yeah, reading! Cuddle up with a good book, and read.

Some Haikus and a Survey

Originally Posted at 03:18 AM on Mar. 22, 2004

With the assistance of clapping out the syllables)

Red Robin
Monster Burger, Small
Fries, nothing special, Sorry.
First time, Good service.

Taking Lives
Interesting Plot
Scary shit, Exciting, Woo!
Stunning, Suspenseful

Spaceballs
Classic Mel Brooks Yo!
Heart John Candy, miss him lots.
A druish princess?!

Barf, half-man, half-mog
Dude, May the Schwartz be with you
Your very own best friend

Spaceball One, to plaid!
Big helmet, funny short man
Quesadillas yum.

Okay, so that last one doesn't really work, but the last line is indisputable.

That's a basic summary of my evening. With my friend Hannah, we chatted and I'm "back in the loop".. again. I tell ya, the loop moves too fast for how often I get updated, no bueno!

Erin, Mikey, it looks like I'll be flying back to Vegas on the 6th, and leaving on the 26th. I may spend some time at my sister's in the middle there, I'm not sure, but clear some days!!

Ooooh, random survey stolen from someone's away message!!

Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:: Beatles (because otherwise I won't be able to come up with as many songs) - And I totally googled them for an index of songs.... - With access to 300+ song titles, I answered all of them twice (or more)!

Are you female or male:: Nowhere Man / This Boy
Describe yourself:: Got To Get You Into My Life / Every Little Thing
How do some people feel about you:: HELP! / Don't Let Me Down / Glad All Over
How do you feel about yourself:: I Am The Walrus / Sure To Fall (In Love With You)
Describe your ex-boy/girlfriend:: Michelle (hahahahhaha!)
Describe your current boy/girlfriend:: Nobody I Know / Eleanor Rigby / Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band / Got To Get You Into My Life
Describe where you want to be:: Here, There, Everywhere / Across the Universe
Describe what you want to be:: Yellow Submarine / Free As a Bird
Describe how you live:: Let It Be / P.S. I Love You
Describe how you love:: Eight Days a Week / Any Time At All / Love You To
Share a few words of wisdom:: All You Need Is Love / Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey

Beatles' Listing I Used - Can click song titles for lyrics too!

Whack!

Originally Posted at 05:29 AM on Mar. 20, 2004

My sleep schedule is oh-so-out of whack right now.

It all started Wednesday night, with two papers.

Wednesday night, I went to bed at 6am (Thursday morning).
Woke up at 8:35am on Thursday morning.
Went to classes, hung out, rented a movie with a friend.
Fell asleep during the movie, got about 60 minutes of sleep.
Got a ride back to my room, went to sleep at 10:30pm.
Slept soundly until 8:35am Friday morning.
Came back to my room after class and slept from 5:10pm until 6:45pm.

So, since Wednesday morning, I've got 15 hours of sleep. Granted that's more than I was able to get last week this time, but the difference is, this time last week I was in bed asleep, and right now, I'm not. And that pisses me off. How can I have an enjoyable spring break when I can't get to sleep.

I've given myself the task of reading at least two books during the course of the next 10 or so days, on top of may-be doing some schoolwork. The Mismeasure of Man by Steven Gould - it's about IQ testing, and how badly we fucked it up - it's kind of extra reading for my Anthropology class, but I thought it was interesting, and the prof (whom I respect and if you attended school in Boulder with me, you would have heard me suggest, at least twice, that you take the class I'm in with him). And the other is a ton of fun, it's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams - I read the original over Summer or Winter break, I don't recall, and sometime over the past semester and a half my roommate bought the complete collection, so I'm reading The Restauarant at the end of the universe - I'm 1/3rd done, his chapters are so short. Good stuff!

Since I'm in the "wanting to go to sleep" mood, I think I'll start into Gould's book. And hopefully I'll manage to get more than 5 hours sleep tonight - granted I don't have many mandatory things planned for tomorrow (read: any), I'd still like not to be a nocturnal creature since I want to work mornings this week, to have money and free time in the afternoon. Going to bed early on Spring Break, who would've thought?

And I'm not sure, but I think one of the guy's on my floor is staying here also, as long as he's quiet as a corpse we won't have a problem. I'm all about a quiet, enjoyable, fun, easy, spring break.

(On another note, how lame am I to stay in the dorms over Spring Break, work, hang out, and read? - Get over it, you damn well know I'm a crotchety old man!)

And on a whim, I checked Fandango, and the $3.00 cinema has Big Fish and Miracle playing, so I think I'll check those out this weekend if I have to drag someone along kicking and screaming, or not...

Anyway, The Mismeasure beckons, as does slumber. Morning!

Shower Stall Viciously Beaten!

Originally Posted at 03:02 AM on Mar. 15, 2004



The Aftermath.
In the whee hours of Sunday morning, an unassuming, defenseless forty-three year old shower stall was attacked and savagely beaten. There were no witnesses, but the elderly stall was found early this morning unconscious, covered in broken glass and toothpaste - it was said to be in critical condition. The vandalizing took place somewhere between midnight and eight in the morning, the police say they have no suspects but are hoping the forensic evidence will turn up something.

The resident who discovered the stall was overheard angrily shouting at no one "Fucking morons. What's next?" Then muttered to himself, "How'm I supposed to shower in this shit?"

This is the second such crime against inanimates on this floor, in as many weeks. A hall was buried in filth last weekend, it took over an hour to clean up. Another resident who refused to be identified remarked on the shower incident "Wow, and I thought last week was bad."

When will the violence stop? When will we learn?
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And when will those assholes get a fuckin' clue. Seriously, I think it's going to take some handcuffs on their wrists while they're leaning on the hood of a car, before shit gets through to them. Fucking morons.

My patience for stupidity is already non-existent, and to hear people describe our Resident Advisor as "chill" just pisses me the fuck off. These kids don't respect shit, and I believe I'm going to give the R.A. a piece of my mind next time I see him, or maybe just going over his head to the hall director. It's fucking ridiculous that this kind of shit goes on.

And at the same time, I feel horrible that I have to complain and get people in trouble, but the R.A. obviously isn't doing his job in any way, shape, or form, and he's getting paid to ignore it. I'm paying to live here and be pissed about it, what the fuck?

I'm such a cranky old man. Oh well.
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I totally just sent an email to one of my professors.

I have to wonder if he'll notice that it went out at 12:11am. What an odd time for it to go out, I mean, there is no urgency to the topic of discussion - I don't have class with him until Tuesday morning. Presumably it can wait until tomorrow, but hey, I was thinking about it right now and I'd been meaning to do it since Tuesday in class. I'm terrible about emailing. I'm supposed to email my second cousin, it just so happens it's been 13 months since I said I would. I think about it every now and then, but never act. *Ten Minute Pause* Until just now! I totally went and looked him up, and sent an email. Just a few hours after it had been thirteen months. Go me!

Terribly lazy day aside from some emails in the past hour, and reading (for class). I contemplate Ben & Jerry's, as well as some other homework due in the coming week - in different ways, of course. I've decided on the ice cream, I will eat some when it has melted to my satisfaction.

I'm surprisingly untired, but then again, I'm not lying in bed. And I feel accomplished. Good feeling. Today was a pretty anti-social day. The only person I interacted with (in person) other than my roommate was some girl who was getting to-go food from the dining hall at the same time I was, and after filling a cup with liquid discovered there were no more tops. We shared about fifteen seconds of conversation and that was that. Kind of a nice description of the day. I'll leave it at that.

Two Funnies and Other Stuff

Originally Posted at 04:03 AM on Mar. 14, 2004

First the two funnies:
The Original Soprano
And
Simply Hilarious

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So, it was a nice day outside today, and I got together with my bud Brad to play some basketball like we did this past Monday. And we got into a real game, 5 on 5. And two things became very apparent. One, I can not make a wide-open layup to save my life, and Two, I hustle and play defense like a madman. I still managed to make a beautiful outside jump shot before I resorted to playing defense. My individual play of the game was stopping a 3 on 1 fast break by my lonesome. Reading a pass, and then pressuring ensuing shots before grabbing a rebound and pushing the ball back up court. It was awesome.

Friday was a ridiculously long day. Not because it was, but it felt like it lasted 30 hours. Woke up at 8, worked 9:30-12:30, had class 1:00-1:50, ate lunch from 2:00-2:45, went to Film Studies and was there from 3:05-4:35, came back to my room, and took a nap. Woke up at 6:35 to get ready for Hillel, went to Hillel, had a good time at Shabbat dinner and met someone new, a cute girl who I look forward to interacting with again shortly. Funny thing happened there. A candle got knocked over, it hit the wall, and started a brief fire but it burnt out. Of course, people freaked out, and we had to evacuate because they were afraid the fire was in the walls. The fire department was called.

About five minutes after we were all out of the building. The fire trucks began showing up. One, then the second, then the third, and then, we got a fourth. It must've been a slow night. We had a fire chief, an ambulance, and two police cars. It was an impressive showing of force for a false alarm. But, hey, that's what they're there for, right? About twenty minutes later we were allowed back in. And if where the candle had fell against the wall hadn't had brick behind it, we'd be designing a new H-House sometime during the coming week. Close one!

After the false alarm, I ended up hanging out with Ross, killing time before we went to the Rec Center to play Racquetball and Basketball. Went over to his dorm, looked up this cute girl who happened to be a resident of the same building, and we wandered over to her part of the building on a "tour." It just so happened that across from the stairwell we exited from to get to this girl's part of the building, we ran into Jenn. Scary. Jenn and I have history that I won't go into, but I bet I had that dear-in-the-headlights look when I saw her. We wandered around, and found the girl's door, but she wasn't in. I met a couple of Ross's buds, and we hung out chatting for over an hour. I love chatting with knew people. And then Ross and I headed out to do the competitive exercise thing.

Racquetball, the losing streak continues, I'm 2-9 against Ross now. I blew a 7 point lead in the second game, to lose 16-14. Yet another unbelievable collapse on my part. Then we went over and played Basketball, I gave Ross the standard 8 points. And I ended up winning 15-10 again. Kicked his ass, I was shooting well.

Came back to my room, watched a South Park rerun and went to bed a little after 1:30am. All in all, an 18 hour day, but that nap really screwed things up as far as perception of time goes. S'okay, probably helped me sleep.

Nighters!

Beautiful Day Outside

Originally Posted at 09:00 PM on Mar. 09, 2004

For the second day in a row, it was a beautiful day. It still is a beautiful day (or was at least, when I wrote this part), but I am just not motivated to do the carcinogenic, stay in the sun instead of going to class thing. Where I go out onto the field, with a towel and sunbathe, listen to music, throw a frisbee, or football, etc.

Although today, Spanish class was held outside which was both cool and sucky at the same time. Crappy grass, sloped hill which I almost rolled down about six times, and people couldn't hear each other. I did semi-de-ashify my legs though.

People already have sunburns, it's hilarious. And they, of course, aren't uniform. They go around invisible-sunglasses on faces. Good stuff.

Boring Stuff That Nobody Really Cares About to Follow
Yesterday, I was done with classes early, and shortly after I finished lunch peroozing various websites, I was IM'd by a friend I made over summer that I hadn't hung with in 6+ months, though we chat every now and then. It's kind of funny considering he's just a 5 minute bus-ride away, or a fifteen minute walk, if you prefer. He listed a number of outdoor activities for me to choose from, and I chose Basketball, very excitedly. You see, my only opponent for Basketball is Ross, he's five feet four inches, and not much of a challenge. I shoot over him, I run past him, he's not really into it. He beats me at Racquetball, I mop the floor with him at Basketball.

Brad, my buddy, is six foot three inches, two-hundred and forty-ish pounds, and likes to play. For those of you that don't know, which is most of you, I am six feet, and currently I weigh about one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. Anyway, he would provide a much, much greater challenge than Ross.. especially since he was playing Basketball every week-day over Summer (though long ago now). Anyway, he came by, picked me up, and we went to Target so he could buy a ball. We drove back to his place, hit up his room, changed, and went down to the courts. Luckily, someone who had been shooting opted to leave just as we walked up so we had a half-court to ourselves. We warmed up, and played some one-on-one. After forty minutes or so, the score was 11-4 (him), and we ended up taking in a guy from the game that just let out and played 21 for a while. Probably thirty minutes worth, before the kid that joined us finally hit 21. Then another guy joined us, and we had the makings of a two-on-two game. We played for thirty minutes or so, and it was a ton of fun. I ran around like a madman snatching up rebounds, made a few layups, and it was a great time. And by the time some more guys showed up to ask about maybe playing some four-on-four, my sides were screaming to stop, and so I called it a day. But damn if that wasn't fun.

I got back to campus, grabbed dinner, and had to lie down because I was so dead tired. Got interrupted by two phone calls, one from Ross asking about playing Racquetball, which we haven't done in a while; I said maybe Friday, but depending how I feel, and his schedule, it may be tomorrow that we next play. Then Mari called to ask if things were cool between us because we hadn't hung out in a while, or something. I'm not really sure, but I told her they were - because they are, and then I went on a rant about two-ply toilet paper and I can't recall why. But apparently, her sister agreed with me.. and that's about the time she opted to let me get back to resting.
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Sunday was a nice day while the sun was up, I woke up at 1:30pm, watched the Lakers comeback to defeat the Nets, and never really got going. I went to a Purim Party and made Hamentashen, which was fun. Had a good time doing nothing and got back around 10pm. I ended up staying up til 2:30am because I couldn't sleep, but accomplished 2 classes homework for the week, so that was good.
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Saturday, I woke up around 12:30pm, did some reading, and opted to go back to sleep. I got up around 5:30pm, took a shower, grabbed dinner with my roomie, and we hung out for a few hours before I went to the rec center at 11pm. Shot around a little bit, did some lifting and got back at 1am, just in time to watch South Park. Got to bed at 2:30am.
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Friday was an odd day. After losing and recovering my BuffOneCard, I got together with my friend Kristen. And we went to SuperCuts where she got a haircut. I opted out of getting mine cut because I want to "get my money's worth" and have my hair slightly more unmanageable before I commit to getting it cut - I am trying to grow it out after all. Afterwards, we walked over to The Olive Garden where we had a peaceful dinner, and I shamelessly shmoozed (just this side of flirting, although I think I probably crossed over into flirting by the end of the evening) with our waitress through the course of the meal. I had Chicken Allfredo with Broccoli tossed in, with two breadsticks and two servings of salad. A hearty, hearty meal. Also downed four or five Dr Peppers while I was at it. Good times.

After dinner, we walked back to her house where we hung out until 11:15ish. Her (almost, but not quite boy-)friend Chase came over and we chatted for a while. It was a really good time, I would approve of him as a boyfriend for her if he quit smoking. Really nice guy, we had similar attitudes, and it was interesting at one point... Don't ask me how this came up..

Me: Yeah, but I don't find guys sexually attractive.
Chase: That's fine, but I would argue with you that at the same time you can assess whether or not a guy is attractive based on his looks and attire.
Me: Nope, you can't argue that with me, because I don't disagree.

Wow, what an odd snippet of conversation, eh?

He ended up giving me a ride home, and I failed my mission of reacquiring Quagmire T.(ing) Quack (who I will have a picture of, to post, when he is returned to my possession). We chatted politics briefly and I liked what he had to say. Cool guy.

Got into my room at 11:30pm, checked the answering machine, grabbed my stuff, and ran off to the rec center in the hopes of playing some basketball, one-on-none, but alas the courts were full the whole time... totally sucked. But I did some cardio and lifting. Good times. Ended up going to bed at 3:30am, ouch.

Ha!

Originally Posted at 04:48 AM on Mar. 06, 2004

For how tired I am, I should totally be in bed. I've average under 6 hours sleep for the week.

I should be in bed, crashing, so I don't sleep until 4 tomorrow, but alas, I'm not quite ready.

This afternoon, something that has not happened before in the history of my stead at this university. I lost and could not find my BuffOneCard, for those of you who don't know, and I'm pretty sure it's close to all of you. This card is of vital importance to all students, especially those who live on campus and want to eat in the dining halls. Wait, let me rephrase, because honestly, who wants to eat in the dining halls. Those who seek sustenance, no... Those who don't want to die of hunger, there we go! It allows you to ride the bus, and Boulder has one of the best mass transit systems in the country. It grants you access to the rec center, and is useful in a variety of other ways. The few times I have misplaced it, I knew exactly where it was placed, and located it literally within a span of thirty seconds.

Today, I had managed to get all the way into the dining hall, collected the portions I was going to consume, and prepared to walk to the check out line. I reached into my pocket, the pocket where it always is, and felt around. It was not there. I had misplaced it. Oh no. I think for a moment, where could it be? I am dumbfounded. The last time I had it was when I got dinner the same way last night. When I got back, I promptly swapped pants, leaving the contents in their respective places and moved them but once prior to putting them back on in the morning. I had been three places the whole day, and I couldn't figure out where I lost it. I retraced my steps, visiting two of them and turning up nothing. I checked back in with the lunch lady, and said I still couldn't find it, but I was going to check one more place before giving up hope. So I stormed across campus to the only class of the day, waited for them to let out (it was about 4 minutes) and walked in, looked at the desk where I sat, and what should I find but... oh, nothing! Shit!

I tell you, when I lose something, I really lose it. So, I hastily walked back across campus to inform the woman I could not locate it. After my food had been sitting for thirty minutes, nobody was going to eat it anyway, and she gave it to me. Walking back to my dorm, I was still contemplating its whereabouts, as I had plans for the evening that required the Card, namely Bussing and Rec Centering. As I walked into my dorm, I was hit with its location like a ton of bricks. It was in my wallet. Now, you think to yourself, dude, where else would it be? No, you see, the only time my wallet is on me is when I am going to spend money. And as it was Friday, I hadn't been anywhere to spend money since I used the card last.

However, Thursday night, I went with Mari to a guest speaker, and we were contemplating doing something that might require money, so I brought my wallet. Incidentally, I keep my wallet in the same pocket as my BuffOneCard, and every now and then, the Card has a nasty habit of getting stuck inside the wallet when I remove it from my pocket. Which is what happened. But I didn't think to look in the wallet because, well, why would I? I hadn't spent any money, and put it away when I got back into the room (with my food). So, I spent 40 minutes running back and forth across campus when it was literally within arms reach. And, I'll give you the College Count.

The College Count-Events that have taken place since my college career began on August 26th, 2002 (when we departed from Las Vegas on a trek to Boulder) to Present Day.

Times I have dropped my keys unintentionally (ie. they slipped from my grasp while I was handling them): 10.
Times I have been locked out: 0
Times I have forgotten my BuffOneCard: 1 (March 5th, 2004)
Times I have dropped a tray in a Dining Hall: 0
Times I have been to McDonalds: 4
Last time I was at McDonalds: The First Saturday of Spring Break, 2003
First College McDonalds Eating: August 26th, 2002 - St. George, Utah - The Dr Pepper dispenser was actually filled with Mr Pibb

I don't know why I remember it, but I do. Deal with it.

What a rant. I had other stuff to say, but now I am ready to sleep, so it will wait until tomorrow.

At 2:31am MTN Time: I hope you're all either sleeping soundly, or doing something you'd prefer over sleep. ;)