Never Mind the Bollocks

Schools Out, yup

2005-05-12T13:08:00.000-07:00

I'm done. Actually I was done Tues, and yesterday I moved in with my friend Melissa. I'm excited, except she has cats and they smell. Eww. I gotta fix that somehow. Any suggestions short of poison? I start my new job on Monday. Oy this keyboard sucks. I have to use the SRC computer pod, cause I moved my computer, but no internet service yet. This is driving my crazy!!!! So...hard...to...type!!!

UPDATE!

2005-05-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

So I know this is a lame ass update, but oh well.

apocryphal-Of questionable authorship or authenticity. Derived from apocrypha which is 14 biblical books included in the Vulgate but considered uncanonical by Protestants because they are not part of the Hebrew scriptures. They were rejected by the major canons when considered for inclusion in the modern day bible.

Word.

2005-04-06T20:02:00.000-07:00

onanistic- masturbatory, self-gratifying.

I think beauty pageants are rather onanistic.

No freakin way!

2005-04-04T13:56:00.000-07:00

I've actually posted twice in one day! Don't expect it to happen again.
I've decided to start a word of the day. If you have any favorite words, feel free to email me with suggestions. Also, try making sentences with them in the comments. (Not sure about this idea). Boy this sounds like a cheesy lit assignment.
ire- wrath, anger
Previous comments have stirred a great ire within me.

Why

2005-04-04T12:07:00.000-07:00

We all expose ourselves through our writing; writing communicates more about us than a lifetime of short conversations. Whether we want it to or not, writng is subjective. You could write a paper on the fall of Rome, and in reading it I would learn as much about you as I would the fall of Rome. When you write, you expose the tender underbelly of your being. You open yourself up to the cruelties of society, and give them the option of being pleased with what they've found, and nuturing it, or tearing apart that tender flesh.
When I post online, I realize that I am exposing myself to a world of sharks who are not afraid to attack, shrouded by a mask of anonymity and distance. This is a risk I take. However, I don't expose myself without protection. The more I am attacked, the more I learn of my attacker. I will not admit defeat.I will continue to put myself out there to be judged, ridiculed, accepted, and dissected. My flesh is hard to penetrate and quick to heal. No matter how many times I am attacked, I will still be there, the same person, undamaged.

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove"
-Shakespeare, excerpt, Sonnet 116

I think the marriage of true minds is intellectual. The deepest connection you can have with someone is connecting soul to soul. I'm not talking soul mates. This could be an intimacy achieved in a coffee shop, with a person you just met. But I stray from my original topic. I guess this last part is just something to think about.

Napoleon Dynamite

2005-03-30T20:35:00.001-07:00

SUCKED.
I have heard so much about it that I finally decided to see it for myself. There is no more to the plot than a Blue's Clues episode, and with less mystery and suspense. The characters are cliche to a fault, and the ending has to be the worst ever. This mind-numbing movie drones on for what seems like eternity, finally reaching a climax that a habitual masturbator wouldn't find climatic. I don't know how this movie made it to the theater, much less with the landslide popularity and slew of bad qoutes it left in it's wake. I firmly believe that America's movie picking skills are officially null and void. All I have to say to all you people who quote this movie instead of coming up with your own equally banal and unwitty catch phrases is Gosh, Idiots.

Apologies...

2005-03-15T21:19:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't posted much, but last week was midterms and this is spring break. I diid try to post today, but it erased my post, and I'm too frustrated with blogger to write it again.

Winter break?

2005-03-15T15:11:00.000-07:00

A show about nothing

2005-03-04T20:01:00.000-07:00

Hmm well there'a nothing really to post about so i will ramble instead.
-Martha Stewart got out of jail today, and while she was in jail her stock tripled, so that she is now a billionaire again.
-Happy Birthday to Laura!
-I almost got in a fight today about about the amount that I sleep, because it's apparently 'unhealthy'. Bite me. We all do what we enjoy. Or maybe I'm just not ready to admit that he might be right. Whatever.
-Amy, all I want is an apology.
-Spring break starts the 12th!!! Yay! Too bad there are midterms sandwiching my spring break so that I will have to study during it. Depending on when everyone's sprng break is, and where you will be, hopefully I will get to see you.
-Enough rambling, have a rockin weekend!

P.S.

2005-02-27T21:43:00.000-07:00

I'm really not that much of a slob.

10 signs I'm too lazy

2005-02-26T17:27:00.000-07:00

10: When friends refer to waking me up as "raising the dead." Just as hard to do, and I bet I look worse than a 10 year old leperous corpse apon rising.

9: Refusing to shower. The only reason I'm anywhere near clean is that I have swimming 3 times a week.

8: Refusing to pluck my eyebrows. I have a dangerous unibrow that starts to form, beware.

7: Eating at the shitty school cafeteria more than once a day when I have a fully stocked kitchen just waiting for me to cook. Powdered eggs aren't that bad.

6: Taking more than two naps, and/or a total of at least 5 hours of nap time a day.

5: Eating cereal for all three meals, because i ran out of meals at the cafeteria.

4:Sleeping for a total of more than 18 hours a day. I've only achieved this once.

3:Rationalizing leaving my almost all-eaten, all-melted pint of Ben and Jerry's on my desk for more than a week because I want to see how long it will take for the remains to either disintegrate, fossilize, or take over the world.

2: Wearing pants covered in clay, a shirt sporting the stains of 5th grade cafeteria food, smelling faintly of pot or cat urine, I'm not sure which, and no underclothes, because the washer machine is so far away.

1: When my boyfriend refuses to come over until I'm "showered, dressed in clean clothes, sitting in a clean room, and looking generally presentable. Don't forget to brush your teeth."

Boogitty Boogitty BOO!

2005-02-26T16:54:00.000-07:00

I scared you, didn't I?

What the duck?

2005-02-23T16:27:00.000-07:00

Oh man I isat and watched the ducks at the duck pond for two hours today until the sun went away and it got cold. I decided a while ago that whe ni reincarnate, I want to be a duck. They are so, so,...ducky. I love to watch them waddle around. I think the funniest flash cartoon ever would have to be one of a herd? of ducks, where you could only see the bottom half of them. Just their funny little gyrating bodies as they try to master the uneven terrain.
We have the laziest animals at UNM. I don't know how many times I watched a female duck being chased by a furiously horny male duck. The female is obviously not interested, but instead of walking/swimming faster or flying away, she just doggedly waddles in circles. The male, in turn, waddles after her, never breaking pace to obtain his goal, because ducks are just too damn chill for that.
If only people could relax like that. We never seem to slow down. We get our panties all in a ruffle to get somewhere on time, speeding, or running to class, stressing out, when if we had just left a little bloomin bit earlier, we could pleasantly waddle along. Imagine being pursued by some furiously horny guy (heh) and instead of running away screaming, we just meander away. The guy happens to have the same ideal of laziness, so he just meanders after you, untilhe realizes that he will never catchup at this pace, so he meanders after some other supposedlt slower duck. Girl.
Maybe that's why they are so slow and chill. At one time they were fast, but then the only females that ever reproduced were the slow ones tha could be caught, so eventually all of them were slow. They will continue to slow over time, until 500 hundred years from now they will barely move at all, and snails will be bumped from their rightful position in the phrase slow as a snail, to become slow as a duck.
I fear I've delved to deep into ducks. Good day.

Sublime

2005-02-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

I just had the most wonderful Sunday I've had in a long time. I didn't wake up till 1:00 at which point I thieved the book Buddy had been reading and claimed it for myself. It happened to be The Da Vinci Code, which I had never read. Buddy wandered off to pee, and I dove in. The first chapter captivated me, and when he returned I waas dead to the world. I spent the next 10 hours delving into the ancient secrets of Da Vinci and an underground society, learning all kinds of cool things about how great women are and all the shit we've been through. Its totally not our fault. Any of it. Eve was framed.
The only breaks I had were to eat, (Buddy cooked, God love him) and for a few other needed moments away. The plot line itself was nothing terribly original, but all the hisory that was incorporated into it is what had to have made this such a popular novel. At least I hope it didn't get so famous for the cheezy gun battles and the thread of romance that ran through it. Or the absurd cliches of some of the characters: the brash chief of police, the heroine named Sofie, the wise old man who speaks to the heros from his grave. Lets not mention the light the supposed bad guy is put in, being a confused albino monk who was abused as a kid. C'mon.
No, definitely the real worth of this book lies in the vast amount of knowledge that one takes away from it. I learned so much about ancient religions today, I began to consider my beliefs as a possible web of lies, spun cleverly over the years. I learned the roots of tens of rituals, symbols, words, and actions we do every day. I highly recommend it. Aye, there's the rub.

Please confirm that you are human:

2005-02-16T19:32:00.000-07:00

Well thats all.

Day of Mourning

2005-02-15T16:31:00.000-07:00

Today I would like to dedicate my post to a dear friend of mine. He was always a good listener, he was always up to entertaining me, and he never ever walked out on me. He died so suddenly that I never even got to say goodbye. No one saw it coming. He didn't seem depressed, although he wasn't very good at expressing his emotions. I told him I was always there for him, but I guess that the world was too much for him. He had many admirable qualities I think that many people could do to take notes from. He was patient, kind, and a damn good swimmer. He was always there for me. We had his funeral today; an admirable viking funeral, minus the fire. We put him to rest in the swirling Waters of John, just like he would have wanted. So here's to you, Fish, I will always remember you. Rest in peace.

Oh so tired

2005-02-10T13:29:00.000-07:00

All of you crazy insomniacs and people who pull all-nighters for gits and shiggles make me sick. I was up til 3:00 last night cramming for a psych test, and I'm pooped. Thats probably the latest I have stayed up till for a class yet. Sad, I know, but usually I hit the wall about 2:00 and if it's not done, then it's not getting done. Thankfully, or not thankfully, I haven't decided, Buddy was over and he forced me to study. I'm going to sleep now. Buona Sera.

Oh Wendy's, my sweet...

2005-02-09T14:42:00.000-07:00

This is the first day of Lent, and I will be posting a whole lot more in these next 40 days. Actually it's not really 40 days, because of the various changes the calendar has been through, but I digress. The point is, I gave up TV and eating out for Lent. This excludes movies and food people buy me, for anyone who cares for specifics. THis will open up a lot of time, since I mostly occupy myself with finding new combinations of the Wendy's 99c menu, which is no longer 99 cents, by the way. I also find myself drawn to the TV at all hours of the day, and will sit and watch the stupidest crap ever, like the infomercials. Yes, I think it's time to make a change. What to occupy myself with? Why blogging, of course!

Exuses

2005-02-08T15:13:00.000-07:00

Well, I know i don't post so regularly, but yesterday, I posted, and as I went to publish it, the stupid little window came up that said "We're sorry, but Windows temorarily FUCKED UP and we have to close the internet explorer." Well thats kind of what it said. I cursed it and tried to trick it into not closing the window, but damn these tricksy computers, it closed anyway. I was hoping it might have gotten published, but alas and alack, no such luck. Boy thats depressing. Have you ever had the extreme pleasure of erasing an entire letter, or worse, essay? I've had the pleasure of doing both times, I was about a degree of frustation away from smashing the computer into smithereens, when I caught myself, realizing how much I had paid for this worthless piece of junk.
I really hate electronics. Actually, they hate me. My last cell phonew met it's untimely demise after going one step too far in it's quest to terrorize me. Electronics do this on purpose by the way. They know that they have a certain worth, and that on some level you need them. They then proceed to see how far they can push you before you explode. I had put up with countless dropped calls, calls I couldn't understand, and pieces falling off. But when it got to the point where I could hear the caller but thewy couldn't hear me, except for the occasional sylable that got through t keep them on the line, I cracked. My cell phone just happened to leap forcefully against the wall and shatter into three very satisfying pieces.
Just when I thought I had destroyed this piece of evil in my life, I noticed that the key pad and the chip were still connected. I dialed Buddy, and low and behold got through. THE BASTARD, it wouldn't die!!! Needless to say, a knife and some heavy objects put it to rest, but much more painfully than I originally wanted. Good luck controlling your electonics, I think I may have started a revolt.

Spring Break

2005-02-05T11:07:00.000-07:00

Everyone needs to tell me when their spring break is, so I can see if ANYONE has the same spring break. UNM is officially retarded, and can't schedule a break with everyone else.

equigenesis

2005-01-25T21:01:00.000-07:00

This is a quote from Tired Guy that I liked:
You have to come to the realization that there is more than just being present tense.

This got me thinking about my future. Maybe i think about it too much. Maybe not enough. I have a basic plan for at least the next five years of my life, but that doesn't include anything that might happen. I consider the differences between me and other people. For me, it wasn't even a question of whether or not I'd go to college. The question was where would i go? For some it's not even a question of where they will go. After all, everyone in the family went to Harvard, why not them?
For some it's whether they will go to community college or work right off the bat. For some school is not in the question at all. Everyone expects them to stay home and take care of their grandparents/child. So many different choices, so many different paths. Who chooses these paths? The easiest answer is that we all choose our own path. Anyone can choose anything. I could drop out of school and start a family. The hamburger queen could get her act together and become CEO of her own company.
This isn't very realistic. Society imposes boundaries on us that most of us obey. If I dropped out, my family would probably cut me off, and I would be very unhappy, because i would have to work for little money to support my family. The burger flipper rarely aspires to greatness. Not to say that it isn't possible. Out of the many people in the U.S. you will find many success stories, but it only takes one visit to a fast food joint to see how many middle aged people there are working there to realize the percent of people who break the boundaries.
So what does this mean for me? Well, I suppose my boundaries lead me to a middle class life, school, more school, a family somewhere along the line, and hopefully a little fun. I am destined to live a relatively mediocre life, which I may or may not be happy about. Some people don't need a whole lot to be satisfied. I think that's where society loses it's hold on you. There are only so many options in your life, but the way you choose to feel about them is what makes the difference.

What we fall for when we're already down

2005-01-23T23:24:00.000-07:00

i'll try to describe the way that it felt to

tell my own mother her son is a failure.
his heart is too cold to love anyone but himself.
it's like stabbing an icicle straight through your chest.
your whole body shivers as it coarses your blood.
and your quivering throat keeps
choking on those words,
mama i tried a thousand times
i'm frozen to the core.
your son is a glorious mess,
who wrecks anything he adores.
but deep in his center he swears
there’s a candle just waiting to burn. and melt.

so who's gonna burn him
yeah who's gonna break him
into a thousand pieces
melting over flames of perfection.
i once felt its warmth,
but it left me shivering in the dark.
mama i tried a thousand times
the pieces wouldn't fit.
son, love is a punch in the eye.
it’s a sudden and swift surprise.
it's not a candle, its not waiting to burn.
so baby, just wait your turn.
and when it hits you,
you'll see through rose colored apathy;
through the blues that bruise can leave.
was it really worth the wait?

The Good Life

Mozart Effect

2005-01-22T19:09:00.000-07:00

I've been sitting in my room listening to this band called The Good Life. Their music is seriously depressing. I was doing just fine, happily doin my own thing, putzing around the house, cleaning, and I started listening to this CD. Now it seems like being alone is the saddest thing ever!! Usually I enjoy some time by myself, especially when I get into cleaning frenzies like the one I was in. Not this time.
So I got out my box of pictures, still listening to the CD, and decided to look through it. It has some really old stuff, like pictures of my 11th Birthday party, and some of the first dances of high school. Usually this makes me happy, because it reminds me of really good times. This time it practically made me cry, because I don't live near any of those people anymore.
The weirdest thing is, I can't turn it off. I know I could easily stop it and go on my way, get some ice cream or hang out with Buddy, and things would be better, but the music's addicting. Like a moth to the flame, it's killin me.

PS: Don't let this keep you form checking out the CD, it's great: Novena on a Nocturna, by The Good Life

2005-01-18T22:27:00.000-07:00

Remind me to write about what I think about affirmative action when it's not so close to MLK Day. Or go ahead and comment on what you think about it.

2005-01-17T23:21:00.000-07:00

Oh, I should go to sleep, cause I start class tommorrow, but I probably won't go to sleep for another 3 hours. Ah, well.
I know I should be inda pumped to start classes again, because things are starting to drag, but all I can do is wish that the semeester was already done and it was summer. I'm wishing for some crazy fast foward or something. It really wouldn't work to just jump the semester like it never existed, because I need it to happen. I just want it to already have happened. Like I wake up tommorrow and it's the first day of summer, and I haven't missed anything, because I was there for the whole semester, it's just over now.
I think it's once the glow of Christmas is over it shouldn't be winter any more. I'm ready to trade in my cute snow bunny look for the whoopee it's summer look. Today, in protest, (to who, I know) I wore flipflops and not enough clothing, and pretended it was warm. Sheesh, I'm so spoiled in NM that I froze my butt off, when it was probably a toasty 50 out today. But bear with me, I'm in denial. So put on the Beach Boys and a bikini, and boogie on down in denial with me.

road trip!!!

2005-01-15T15:00:00.000-07:00

Anyone want to go to Lousiana for spring break with me? I need two people with spring break at the same time.

I can almost taste it

2005-01-15T14:31:00.000-07:00

As i read about Laura's Birthday phobia, I realized how close my Bday is. Usually, I'm not terribly excited about it, but this year it's different. I'm going to be 18!!!! Yes, I know most of you are already 18, and I'm a young un, but at least a few can pretend to understand how hard it is to be 17 in college. I'm supposed to be feeling this rush of freedom, which I am, but it kind of puts a damper on things when I can't go dancing with my friends, sign for myself, or even rent a stupid movie. And it's not like I feel younger than my friends, because I have been surrounded by older peers since I was 8, and I have matured with them. It's insane that people put such a limit on people based on age. Anyone will agree that there are some 15 yr olds that act like they are 23, and some 23 yr olds that act like they are 15. WHo decided they could define people by their age!!! I assume that if I am old enough to go to college, feed, dress, and wake myself that I can return a movie on time.
Honestly, I haven't been this excited about my birthday since I was 11. I could care less if I get a single damn thing except to be older, to be past that little date printed on my license that says "under 18 until 2/3/2005."

just thoughts

2005-01-12T20:06:00.000-07:00

Holy Crap it's been a long time. I had to read up on evrybody's posts, and i think I'm caught up now. I don't feel bad for not posting over the break, because hardly anyone did. A few notes:
Laura, I like the layout of your new blog.
Everyone that added music: cool idea, but so damn annoying!! Sorry, had to get that out of the way.
I miss evrytbody already. I really mean that. Its good to be back and all, but still...
Ok I have a couple of musicians i have to talk about. Saul Williams, is the absolute shit. He's really a poet, but he does have a CD. Aesop Rock. Some good underground hip hop. I'm luvin it.
MMMM, McDonald's.
Buddy tells me that I am a spastic person, and I suppose thats true, but there is logis to my random thought proccesses. I swear.
Sorry, once I get back onto the swing of things this will be better.

Merry Christmas!!!

2004-12-26T14:52:00.000-07:00

Ah, so Christmas is over, and I am feeling strange. So many people I know have told me about how they just didn't feel the Christmas spirit this year. What is the Christams spirit anyway? Being joyful? HAppy? Pleasant, nonetheless? I sure hope thats not just at Xmas time, maybe thats why this country is so screwed up. Because we decided that if we are joyful for a few weeks out of the year, and give gifts, and be nice to our annoying family, that its a license not to dp these things for the rest of the year. Why do I feel so bloomin justified for my wrongs when I give the guy with the bell outside of walmart my freakin spare change!!
What is it about gift giving that makes people so happy? I mean sure, the look of happiness when you give them something they like is nice, but think about how much better it would be if you could give the person a hug and evoke the same response. I know it would be hard for me to be happy if my parents gave me a hug, and said that was my present. I think thats what real satisfaction it though. You have to be real bloomin happy to truly apreciate a hug from someone who you expect to give you a tangible gift.
My Grandmother is snoring behind me. Merry all year round.

home at last

2004-12-18T13:24:00.000-07:00

So I guess everyone has ranted about the slowness of dial-up, but now it's my turn. SO SLOW!!!
I feel better now. I'm home, I had a bath, like the kingd you can soak in, which I haven't had in months, and I had fresh eggs for breskfast. OK, now I can go back to Alb. Huh, that would be funny. Be like, bye now, I'm done.
Now that I'm here, I want to see everyone, but yesterday my cell phone broke, and I don't have anyones numbers now. So everyone email me your phone number so we can hang out! chuckweeks@hotmail.com
You know what bothers me? When people take a perfectly good song and make it the backround for something retarted. Like commercials where the creators should be committing a crime, because they abuse the artist's genius to sell a stupid car! How money hungry are these artists that they sell the rights to a car company!! I just saw some golf show thing, and they were playing Modest Mouse in the backround!! Shame on them, and shame on Modest Mouse for letting them do it.

2004-12-16T01:14:00.000-07:00

I think everyone needs to be depressed sometimes. Really truly depressed. Listen to sad music depressed. Read old letters depressed. The soap won't lather depressed. Stubbing your toe and locking yourself out in the same five minutes depressed. Think about old times depressed. Cry into the down pillow depressed. Soak your BF's shoulder depressed. Get your car stolen depressed. Be the kid on the playground who gets their lunchmoney taken depressed. Take a million dollars, then realize you could have cured cancer depressed. Not get into Marine Corps depressed. Never see your BF again depressed. Bottom of the carton of ice cream depressed. Lose a loved one depressed. Never become an architect depressed. Realize you were wrong all along depressed.
I think depression is a neseccary evil. Not all of the things on the list above depress me, but sometimes I actually take time to think about awful things, things which bum me out. I think it makes the good times so much sweeter. And heck, it even makes average days seem pretty joyful.

Listening to: Modest Mouse, This Is a Long Drive for Someone With Nothing to Think About

question..

2004-12-16T01:13:00.000-07:00

Is it selfish to want a person whom you care about to put aside other things to spend time with you?

like a bear...

2004-12-15T01:25:00.000-07:00

For this post to make sense, I've gotta explain my sleeping schedule the last couple a days. Sun night I went to bed at 3:00AM, so technically Mon morning, and woke up at 3:00PM Mon afternoon. I stayed awake 5 hours before falling asleep while listening to Beethoven's 5th. (I'm so sorry, Ludwig!) I woke up at 11:30 the next day, and its now 1:30 Wed morning and I will probably sleep till 3:00 tommorrow also. These massive chunks of sleep I get are making me wonder. At what point does it become hibernation? Do I have to sleep for a certain percent of the day for it to be hibernation? Does 19/24 count? Maybe I have to eat a lot and store fat. I've been doin that. You should see me eat when I wake up. Its crazy how hungry I get just sleeping. The weirdest thing so far is how confused I have been. Sitting here writing this post, I couldn't remember if I had been to work today. That was 7 hours ago that I was there. Buddy called earlier and told me he had a final tomorrow at 7:30AM. I told him that really sucked to have one that early on a Saturday. Enter confusion on both parts. I can't even keep straight what day it is, and all I want to do is ignore the confusion and crawl back into bed. Goodnight.

Interesting thought

2004-12-11T15:28:00.000-07:00

I took this from someone else's blog, but it's a question a ask myself daily, and I thought that was a good answer.

What is the purpose of life? To learn, to enjoy, to experience, to contribute, to love, to express, to be, to progress.

What is the goal of today? To do as much of this as I can.

black cats...

2004-12-11T14:50:00.000-07:00

Do you believe in superstitions or jinx's, karma, fate, or any of the like? Or is everyhting just chance? Tell me about it. I took two finals today, but I won't say how I think I did, because I don't want to jinx it.

Finally!!

2004-12-09T13:04:00.000-07:00

I'm not one to brag about my accomplishments, but today is an exception. Today my final paper was due for my honors class, and it had to be 10 pages, or 3000 words. I` have never ever written anythiing that long in my life, so I wasn't sure I could do it. Plus, I didn't start the actual writing part until 10:00 last night. This morning at about eight pages I decided that was enough, I din't care if it was long enough, I was done. Apparently sometime in the night I lost track of how may pages I had actually done, and so when I printed it it was 10!!! I did a funny little butt dance I was so happy. I don't know about you, but the sense of accomplishment I feel when I do something I have never done before is immense. I have been practically skipping around campus all day, even sleep deprived as I am. I just hope that I'm still so happy when I go to study for the 3 finals I still have. But frankly, I could fail those finals and still be proud of mysel for that damn paper. I will be showing it to anyone I can convince to read it, so beware. Probably, if I come up to you with a paper in my hand, run screaming, because you don't want to sit for the hour it will take you to get through it, and admittedly it's pretty dry. Rousseau, Brave New World, and Society. I'm done!!

javajavajavajavajava

2004-12-08T01:26:00.000-07:00

Tonight, or is it this morning, I had to make a critical choice: Drink strong coffee late at night stay up later than I need too, or don't drink it and don't study for my final tommorrow. As it is now 1:30 and way past my bedtime, I sort of wish I had just said f**k it and gone to bed. Instead, I'm stuck awake, blogging. I could probably be doing something productive, like starting the 10 pg paper I have due Thursday, but no. I have accomplished my goals for the night, and now I'm forced to join the ranks of sleepless wanderers of the World Wide Web. (Wow, my cheesy writing is even starting to get on my nerves!) Maybe I'll learn how to play everquest or something? HAve any of you guys ever gotten sucked into something like that? I figure it's worth a try. I think I will copy Amy and pose a question:
What do you feel is the individual's role in society?

OMG

2004-12-07T01:50:00.000-07:00

I'm so tired and it's only 2:00. I feel like such a lightweight. I'm supposed to have a whole draft done right now of this freakin long essay, and I haven't even really picked a specific topic. I could never pull an all-nighter. I would probably flunk a class before I lost too much sleep over it. Course, the class isn't ntil 11:00 tommorrrow, so I am goona trey to get up early when I can maybe think more clearly. WOnder if that's gonna happen? The comforting thing is that this class is only A, pass, or fail, so it's not like it will hurt anything if I don't do well. But if I really kick this test's ass then I can get an A. I'm really mumbling on, because I feel it's my civic duty to post, but sooo sleepy! I'm trying not to look at the clock Brett, but it's real hard not to. Im trying not to dothe math either to figure out how much sleep I will get. I don't understand how it's possibled to not have enough time todo things when I was only in class 3 hrs today. 3 out of 24. This confuses me. Did you ever notice how the time you have to do something always seems to be filledexactly? Like you got 2.3o hours to do tomething, so that's how long it takes you. Or is that just me? Sorry about the spelling and stuff, but well, I'm braindead.

freshman

2004-12-07T01:33:00.000-07:00

I will now take the role of the sophmore blogger, in teasing the freshman blogger, even though I really have no clue. I'm not the newest blogger anymore! Check out Ashley's blog here

Livin in the Matrix

2004-12-06T01:56:00.000-07:00

I feel like I am just now beginning to join my generation. After a couple people mentioned "HTML" on their blogs, I just had to figure out what that meant. So I used my handy-dandy googler, and ended up totally absorbed in theis tutorial on how to write in HTML. I'm baffled, mostly. Did you ever think about how cool computers actually are? You write in this series of meaningless symbols and mumbo jumbo, and it interprets it as commands for where to put things, how to read them, and so much more. And to think that computers do really cool stuff just through the interpretation of 0's and 1's. Binomial, Baby! I have to say, I have been floored by technology today.

Luminarias

2004-12-05T19:13:00.000-07:00

I saw the prettiest thing last night. Some very crazy, very special people went and put luminarias over the entire UNM campus last night. It was weird, because I left, and there were none, then i came back 2 hours later, and the campus was covered. "crazy ninja style" as Buddy puts it. It was amazingly gorgeous and heartwarming. We were wandering campus, admiring the display, when I heard singing. (like in the grinch!) And here comes like 500 people, singling Christmas carols!
I also caught our wonderful campus security lighting the luminaria bags on fire. *exasperated sigh* I feel so safe when they are there.

Heeheeheeheehooboy

2004-12-05T19:05:00.000-07:00

That sure was a funny joke. What, you think I'm going to tell you?

Ah anyway, I learned the coolest word the other day, and I just had to share it.
Impecunious- to be poor, without money
Oh so fitting, isn't it? It sounds like you are something distinguished, fancy. "Miss, what qualifies you for this job?" "I'm intelligent, talented, and impecunious." (enter impressed grunt) I don't mean to throw another thing to learn on you since we are all furiously packin information into our heads right now, but no doubt I will be using this word in later posts, so heads up.

You can never really go home...

2004-12-04T15:34:00.000-07:00

The more everyone who went away to college talks about how they miss LC so much, and are so exctied to go home, the more I realize I'm not. I do miss seeing all my friends of course, but if we all, say, met in Houston, that would be fine with me. I guess it's because I didn't go as far away as I'd hoped, so I'm there every few weeks. Maybe I haven't spent enough time away yet. And it's not like I' m attached to Albuquerque. I mean sure, it's nice, but I don't feel any more loyalty to it than I do to LC. I don't really identify with one or the other. I suppose that's why I'm not as excited to go home as most of you guys are. I'm sure I'm gonna have a blast with everyone, "party it up fa sho" as Brett says, but it's weird. I'm not sure how I feel right now. I just feel so "in transition" right now. Strange. Like this part of my life is not even a stage, just a quick set change before the next act begins. I'm really kind of wandering in my thoughts today, probably because I have more or less isolated myself so I can do some hardcore studying. This is what happens when I'm alone for a while. And the wierd introspective music I'm listening is probably contributing. I'm not good at wrapping these things up. Listen to A Good Life. It's good stuff.

Damn this sucks

2004-12-04T13:04:00.000-07:00

I think I am one of the last ones to get home. I still have a whole other week of school left before finals week starts. Im gonna shoot myself. I can't believe that this is only the first semester. Please excuse me while I go wallow in self pity.

Finals

2004-12-03T14:55:00.000-07:00

Contrary to popular belief, blogging traffic actually increases around Finals time. That is, if anyone is like me. To me, procrastination is an art form, perfected by few and attempted by many. I consider myself a master in the making, along with my admirable colleague Amy. The trick is to not conciously procrastinate. The true master controls her subconcious, allowing herself to procrastinate without concious recognition, and therefore without guilt. My latest achievement in procrastination? Creating a new blog during Finals week! What better way to spend my precious study hours? Can't disappoint the fans, you know. ;-) I therefore issue this call to arms! Bloggers, procrastinators, now is the time to replace study hours with blogging hours! To arms!

Ah-ha!

2004-12-03T00:20:00.000-07:00

So I have been faithfully reading other people's blogs now for a few weeks, and I decided that it was time to start my own. There's just always tuff I want to talk about that usually off topic from whatever post I was reading. So here goes:

My first problem with blogging: I tried like 100 different user names, that all got rejected because all these genius blogger minds that think like I do. I got fed up and decided to put some random syllables, which came out like this: temnuminum, or something like that. Bloody hell ,I forgot again already. Anywho, I immediately forgot my own user name, which I felt a little sheepish about. Then to confuse myself worse, when I picked an address (is that what a URL is?) I put some similar, but different syllables in. Oh shit I'm gonna be confused. Lucky for me, EBlogger anticipates such short-sightedness and stupidity, so they have an option of "Forgot your password?" "Forgot your username too?" As I clicked this option, I was sure my name was being circulated on a list around the world of super-morons, to be secretly steriliized, since I forgot approximately .2 seconds after the page dissappeared. Anyway, check back for more stupidity.

New

2004-12-03T00:15:00.000-07:00

Lets see if this works