| Some things to think about... |
[Jul. 8th, 2004|02:02 pm] |
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These are things to brood on or do while I battle mosquitoes and polar bears in Alaska. While you know much of this stuff, it is impossible to put enough thought into it. I didn't write all of these. Some are redundant. That is okay.
The Christian religion is based on three things that Christians must do to be Christians.
We remember his death,
We proclaim his resurrection,
We await his coming in glory.
This and the ten commandments are it as far as "God's" directives to his people. Nothing else about gays, taxes, and faith based initiatives.
"Curiosity was framed, ignorance killed the cat."
Enough food is thrown out in North America everyday to feed the entire third world.
Your name and address are in, at minimum, ten online databases not counting anything put up by the government.
Some people will see Fahrenheit 9/11, hear the accompanying ruckus, and still vote for Bush. These people will also probably go to church the next Sunday and pray, thinking they are behaving like God wants them to.
My generation may live to be as old as 150.
No matter where you think you got them, by taking drugs, you are sponsoring murder and corruption. It doesn't matter how good it felt, that hit killed a baby and a brain cell.
By living, you putting money in someone else's pockets. No from the food you eat, or the things you buy, or the ads you view, but from your very existence. A large percentage of the human genome is privately held. I'm not sure of the exact restrictions, but by being alive, you are giving value to that holding and putting money in someone else's pocket.
A year ago, if you put an unprotected machine on the Internet, it would be attacked within 15 minutes. Now that figure is 15 seconds.
You will never truly win because truly winning means you defeat your opponent. If you kill them, you lose part of yourself. If you leave them alive, they kill you (not always literally). You think you can rise above it but you can't.
If everything was allowed, we wouldn't do anything bad. Or would we...
MAD (mutually assured destruction) is the only way to have peace.
Life is a war with your body. Try and notice every time your mind stops you from doing something.
Why do you always run to those who hurt you the most? So they can trip you.
You don't know anyone, you only think you do.
You were born to have sex and die.
The only sure things in life are death and taxes.
You best achievement will alway come when no-one is looking.
Everything it is possible to believe, someone does.
Parents who love you too much, hurt you the most.
You can fool some people all of the time, you can fool all people some of the time, but you can't fool all people all of the time.
Death is how we survive.
When you know the future, life is boring.
Suicide is the most selfish thing a person can do. Now stop cutting your wrists.
Your body is worth $2 and $46,000,000 at the same time.
You know more than someone when you realized they know more than you.
Knowing someone is better than knowing something. Remember that when you make enemies.
I love you. I hate you. I can't live without you.
Chaos theory = everything is right
Everything is right = nothing (which is a part of everything) is right
Hmm...
Evil is just good for a small amount of people.
The fake evil is the one that looks evil. The only real evil looks just like you.
Stupid people think they have flaws, smart people know they have flaws.
The darkness is only in your head. Stop writing about it.
If you have nothing else to do but die, be happy, you're done.
The people hurt you, you hurt people. Is it necessary? Yes
If you want something, people shouldn't care unless they want to help you get it.
Don't hurt me *hint hint*.
When you finish reading, laugh, you can ignore it.
Laughter is sick and twisted, but in a good way, do it often.
The point of a mental existence is to ask questions. Stop talking about yourself.
If some things wen't bad, then nothing would seem any good.
Put your body in the public domain. Let people touch you. Then see how you feel. One you know the pain of life, then everything afterwards seems fine.
No pain, no pain. Pain for it's own sake.
Share the pain, share the reward, share the love.
I need money.
Everything sells, but that doesn't mean you should market it.
Advertisements tell you to think, and when you are done thinking, buy their product. If people did what advertisements tell them to do they wouldn't buy the product.
When someone you hate dies, rejoice. They wouldn't want you to.
When someone you love dies, rejoice. They would want you to.
When someone says they only hurt you because they love you, run for it.
When something isn't fun, make it fun!
Why do people believe the stuff they make up? It is never very plausible.
The Bible is just another book. And all books burn just the same.
Being morbid is fun, but don't overuse it. *HINT HINT*
Senna is going to be mad when she finds out I lost the reading list.
God is dead.
Everything that is popular should be examined, not worshiped.
No matter how much you know, your faith is always blind.
Keeps your friends close and your enemies closer.
If people stopped talking about other people, there would be a lot less talking.
Have you helped someone today? Has someone helped you today?
You always need help. Just not from self help books.
Giving presents is just forming mutual debt then paying it.
I R I
If you can't talk correctly, then don't write like you talk.
Spelling and Grammar, while they are rules, where made so people can understand you. Please use them.
A nonconformist conforms to nonconformity.
Nothing is absolute.
Hording is self defeating. You are given to use.
If you learn only one new thing each day, you're not learning enough.
Even if you don't think this is deep, I do have some depth.
Running away from stuff is okay, it will always be there when you get back.
The greatest favor you can do yourself is to tell someone else that you need help.
The past is only there to teach, not to hurt.
Give your worst enemy a hug and see how this changes your relationship.
The sentence should never be longer than the idea.
Drunkenness: n. A temporary, but popular cure for Catholicism.
You need a reason to be sad, you don't need a reason to be happy. Accept this and be happy that you have no reason to be sad. Be happy that you have reason. Be happy that you have a choice to be sad or not. Be happy that you are. Be happy.
Think. Do. Repeat.
Have a full pause between your actions. You need the rest.
Time to think is valuable above all else.
If it is easy, don't do it. The hard stuff is more rewarding.
Have sex.
My e-mail is teri.in.hell at G-m-a-i-l.com (take out the hyphens, they are to stop spam bots).
The last two things may or may not be related.
There is a place for everything. There is no thing without a place.
Everything is different, therefore it is impossible to be redundant.
You can't believe everything you write.
Dwell until you are satisfied. There's no rush.
People created time so he could call other people lazy.
Females create life. Males end it. Yet many religions believe man begot woman.
It is impossible to understand, don't bother.
Give a damn because others do.
Hell hath no fury, it's all in your head.
Actually, heaven doesn't have anything either, that's in your head to.
Good things take time.
The best things happen all at once.
The worst need no time at all.
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All dancing is sexual. Conservatives should be quiet about rap videos.
The right should stop bitching.
There is no point to know it all from the start, the fun is finding it out.
Click Here because I tell you to. Then read it.
Learn about computers. They're learning about you.
U AM U
People don't see the way you do because people are not you.
A secret between three people is only a secret when two of them are dead.
Who ever followed all the rules and had fun? Actually, a lot of people.
Just because someone finds something you find shallow fun, doesn't mean they are shallow.
You can't stop yourself from supporting murder. Stop making a big deal of trying.
Have fun
People are wrong.
Boundaries are okay, as long as they are dynamic and erasable.
You cannot know.
When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.
You were made out of collaboration.
Don't force beliefs, they are not meant to be used that way.
Why does the world's single biggest promoter of peace, have so many wars fought in their name.
Religion is myth. If you lived 2000 years ago, you would have though the Greek god existed too.
There should be a revolutions every 200 years and a new way of thinking every 2000. We're four years late on both.
Life is made to be parodied.
There is never nothing that can be done.
Someone will always hate you and your actions.
If you hate something, stop doing it.
Hate is okay when it is rules by thoughts and not emotions.
Profit happens.
Shit happens.
What is the difference?
Are your questions questions.
Read. Think. Repeat.
urban = function over form even though it still has beauty
iThink, therefore I am.
If you need an all powerful and all seeing thing to pray to, pray to the Internet.
Destruction is creation of nothingness. Creation is destruction of nothingness.
Deal with it.
When you believe something, you give it power.
There is comfort in seeing something written down.
Think about your fears, then they seem silly.
Why do people untargeted ask for more protection?
Talk to me.
Send all complaints to /dev/null
More to come...
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| "If it moves, shoot it. If it stays still, bomb it." |
[Apr. 15th, 2004|01:11 am] |
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It's been almost two months since my last update. I have done a massive amount of things. I have tried to type an update several times but either I don't have and Internet connection where I'm typing or the file or it gets deleted before it's finished. Overall, I have typed some 15,000 words that will never get read. Damn my absentmindedness.
On the other hand, to prevent this in the future, I'm gonna stop writing about my life and just focus on my opinions, my responses to random junk, and the story which begins today.
::Rant::
All the people I know on LJ seem too philosophical for me. They have these complex relationships and interdependencies that are constantly shifting and realigning. To me, everyone thinks too much. My version of a get-together. This IS NOT the exact language, but the basic ideas conveyed by each line of conversation.
Girl: We have know each other for a while and we have shared interests.
Guy: Agreed, and we can argue without hating each other.
Girl: Want to get together?
Guy: (A little suspicious, it's seemingly rare for women to initiate) When?
Girl: Friday, I heard about (insert place).
Guy: Alright, but in what capacity?
Girl: Couple.
Guy: See ya there.
Simple, I like it. Now breakup.
Guy: You called earlier and said you wanted talk.
Girl: Yeah, I think (we are drifting apart, losing interest, finding to many incompatibilities, we were to hasty, you have been a bit more than I expected, or whatever)
Guy: (Should be fairly understanding, but make sure to have reasons) Okay.
Girl: So I guess see ya later (If already starting a new relationship, add: I experimenting with some other people, and if that goes badly, who knows, we may get back together. If your breaking off to go with a friend or rival, bring a weapon and best of luck. Cloraform works too.)
Remember, those where the basic ideas, not the real language. Come on people, we're in high school, it should rarely take more. Those lines aren't even gender specific, either party can use them. Now I guess all of this is a big outgrowth of me never having a single relationship, but hey, I could also say I'm untainted (though I think the inexperienced argument wins). Overall, I realized the variance and complexity of the human experience, not everything is so simple. Yet, things do not have to be so complicated. Be easy going and adaptable, it'll give you a longer life and lower your blood pressure (the strained veins might even fade). Take this as you will, and if you flame me, at least back it up in person (and only shoot me if you REALLY need to).
::Story Time::
Have you ever heard the sound a sword makes? Not in a movie or video game, but in real life. That perfect arc resonates with a chilling, sharp tone that is like the signature of the sword. It can be higher, with a thinner, stiffer sword, or low and creepy with a large blade. This blade was an unusually pitched mix of platinum, titanium, and compressed carbon honed to an atom's width edge. It's slice was smooth and flawless. Following the laws of physics and not anime, no blood spurted from the body, but instead just flowed silently and continuously. The patterns of wood grain in the unfinished floor guided the red flood into interesting and intricate designs. The assassin placed its blade into the floor, standing erect, and gave quiet prayer. It wasn't truly prayer. The destination was no god, it was more of a plea, calming its soul. The voice had the tonal qualities of Russian, with thick pronunciation, but it had strong emphasis on vowels, closer to Japanese or Chinese. Once the bendication was finished, the assassin just simply disappeared. No fading into the shadows or swift climb onto the roof tops. Just gone. Frighteningly efficient.
(End of intro)
(tune in next time...
::Wrap up::
Damn this was a short post. Nothing more to except to warn about sporadic updates. I'm doing more work now than ever before and there are only 24 hours in a day.
Arrivederci |
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| "I'm on a roll, with all the girls I know." - The Offspring |
[Feb. 16th, 2004|08:51 pm] |
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"Blame Jesus, everyone else does."
"I'm a Jew, we don't blame Jesus, we just stone him."
-Author Unknown
To any frequent readers, sorry for the long hiatus. My parents have been keeping strict controls on me and the computer.
::My Wednesday::
Pretty uneventful. I perfunctorially went through my day, keeping on the good side of teachers who would be speaking to my mom the next day. There was a big assembly in the morning to discuss issues. Ms. Harris (our fearless leader) talked about weapons, grades, and regulations. Other teachers gave comments on certain issues. I felt it was more of a rally for our morale, and it worked to a degree. She also gave a final briefing for conduct at the Jazz Fest. In second period music, Ms. Moten just played jazz stuff for us and talked. She seems to like me (AS A PUPIL, BAKA HENTAI HARUKO). She didn't give us any assignment for the Jazz Fest, so I began plotting an escape (don't hold your breath). In third period P.E., Ms. Jackson gave us an easy test which half the class flunked because they couldn't be bothered to read the chapter in the first place. She also outlined our workout plans for the rest of the year. I'm definitely going to try to get on the climbing wall as much as possible. She let the class watch some more of Love + Basketball to pass the time until the end of the period. It's, in my opinion, a very lousy movie. Everyone else loved it. School ended and I went home and read books. My next project is bringing Linux to my laptop.
::My Thursday::
Thank you parents for screwing with my life. I stayed at home all morning to go to the parent teacher conferences with my mom. We got there late and had to wait for a while for an open slot with anyone. Dr. Reidy was first, and that was easy. I got an A+ in the class so I just sat there and chatted about swapping out of the class into some computer class. After that, I went to Ms. Briggs, my Humanities teacher. This was easy as well. I had a good grade, and good participation. The on;y problem here was some minor things were missing or not done that well. Walked out alive. Ms. DiLallo posed a bigger problem. French isn't the easiest class and I had a C (which could have been a B if I had just remembered to turn one more assignment in) and I also was missing the major, kickoff assignment for the third advisory. I lied that I had done it and lost it, so I have until Tuesday to "recreate" it. Before leaving for lunch, Dr. Reidy stopped me and sent me to the office to fix the principle's computer. I worked on the problem for a while and finally solved it, getting some recognition from the principle. I guess that isn't hard in a school of 325 students, but it made my day. Me and my mom had lunch at a stand. I didn't want to be seen at the Marvin center with her (definitely wouldn't have looked good) so we got sausages from the guy on H street. At about four o'clock, teachers started wandering in from lunch (which was three to four). I guided my mom to Ms. Stenstrom, the art teacher, who gave a glowing report of me. This was a big help in getting my mom into an agreeable mood. The last conference was a bad finish. Ms. Tyson gave the whole story on me lying (and made me tell it) doing wonders to drive my mom's agreeable mood into a brick wall. I quietly said goodbye to prospects of the con as we walked back to the car, but got hit with a total surprise when I found my mom wasn't that mad. I think she was expecting it and had prepared herself. I had hope. On the way home, I checked in with Haruka, and found out that the planned EVA binge never happened. Too bad, I could have made the end. Got home, read books (I do a lot of that), ate, wrote more of my outlandish story, and slept.
::My Friday::
I got up late and barely made the train. By sheer luck I managed to get to the Double Tree hotel in time for the Jazz Fest. Upon arrival, I met Haruka and Miyu. Miyu said she was getting a ride to the con from her mom, who had offered to take a few friends. I was overjoyed. We sat through jazz all morning. It wasn't bad at all, and the second band played some great tunes. I spent most of the time playing the drums with my fingers on anything I could find (the table, my knees, Haruka's chair). Lunch was nice. Miyu led Haruka and me over to Armand's and we each got the buffet. They barely finished a slice of pizza each while I had two slices, a salad, three cokes, and was eying some lasagna when we left. More calls at lunch revealed that Miyu's mom wouldn't be around till 2:15, so we went back to the hotel a found a spot for the second half. It turned out to be mostly dancing, which was nice. I spent most of it talking with Justin, who had gone to Hooters during lunch. Some guys... Everything actually ended early so we got out in time to catch Miyu's mom without having to skip anything. She had fudged the directions and Miyu spent a lot of time in frantic phone calls guiding her mom to the correct location. After getting in the car we spent time forging notes to get into the con. I had to rewrite several times. Miyu's parents, every sloppy with directions, eventually got us there. On the way, we were privledged to see a car crash (no blood, so sad). After nearly an hour and a half in the car, we arrived. I entered a mini Nirvana. It was amazing. TONS of cos players, some in skimpy outfits, many booths, many drawings, and many opportunities to BUY. We tracked down Adam, who we were supposed to meet there, and went and found the check-in. I was lucky that we didn't have to use the damn notes because no one would have believed mine. I bought the all weekend pass for $50 and got a grab bag, my first freebie. The four of us headed out, into the con. I got led around by Adam, otherwise I would have probably just stood in place and drooled. There was so much stuff. I bought a picture for $3 and watched some incredible scores in DanceDanceRevolution. Me and Adam lost Miyu and Haruka, but found there game room. I beat him in two rounds of King of Fighters before we left. The place was layed out rather oddly to someone who had never been before, but we managed to find the dealer's area. For the millionth time I was amazed. SO MUCH STUFF. I lost Adam as I stepped out briefly to make a call to my folks, BSing an answer for getting staying out late. Then I reentered and wandered from stall to stall until I found Haruka and Miyu. We walked through aisle after aisle, buying and looking for our lost companion. I bought my first box of Pocky and my first Ramune (kiwi flavor). Haruka kept drawing Miyu and I over to look at Yaoi. I wasn't interested and eagerly kept my eyes open for some good hentai that fitted my particular "fetishes". Saw some great T-shirts including "Hentai Inside" done like the Intel logo. I used Haruka's phone to contact my mom and used the bad reception to my advantage so my mom wouldn't figure out where I was. We eventually found Adam and together bought some anime (well, I didn't because at that point I had $7 total funds). Haruka and Adam left so me and Miyu went to the art show on the bottom floor. There was so much stuff their, and it was so good. Miyu bid on some nice pieces and we left. Neither of us knew where the metro was so we took the shuttle from the hotel. I got home fifteen minutes before the 6:30 deadline set by my mom. My dad got home a little later, and he said I couldn't go to the con (I didn't tell him I had already been). I then phoned around to see if anyone would buy my ticket to use on the remaining days. Mamimi couldn't go, neither could Patrick, and Charade had already been earlier (but shared some great stories). I ate my losses and slept.
::My Saturday::
I spent the morning moping. My sister's friend, who had slept over the previous night, kept bugging me. My parents dragged me to our church where the DC caucus was being held. I had to watch my youngest sister, Isabel, in the playground. When my parents finally came out, they surprised me by walking over to Best Buy with me and getting me a phone. I should rephrase that, they LET me pay $200 for a phone, and agreed to add me to their plan for $20 a month. How kind. At least I got a cool phone. It's a flip with a color screen and some kick as ring tones. Seriously, when I'm bored, I take out the phone and dance to them. My parents are also considering upgrading the computer. They would take the one I currently use and give it to my youngest sister. My dad would give his laptop to me, and buy a new one for himself that is "ruggerized", which means it's waterproof, bullet proof, and fool proof. My mom would give her computer to my twelve year old sister. I think its fine, (I need a computer) and my dad says that later, when prices fall, he'll buy me something really powerful. Of course, by the time prices fall enough for him, I'll be 80 and he'll be dead. Round noon, my dad took me down to a studio with him where we did the voice over to a Smithsonian special on the Maya. I got to sit with the producers and correct him on his mistakes. He's been doing this most of his life so I had little to do put listen and learn. The main thing I was interested in watching was the sound tech. He was working this console with over 500 buttons, and he knew everyone and its purpose. I'm trying to pick sound engineering up as a hobby, and it isn't to hard. The main thing is learning the fundamentals. Then you realize that those 500 buttons only have 25 different functions. They really are all just variations, controlling different levels of the same thing. After that, my dad took me over to Tiffany's to buy a Valentine's present for my mom. He casually spent $250 (more than I have ever spent on a single purchase, let alone a single item, in my life) on a gold and silver bracelet. The worrying thing is that seconds before, he was about to buy an all gold bracelet for $1,200. I can never do shopping like that because I don't see jewelery, I see the price and think, "Hey, TV, MP3 player, car." They are priced the same. We went home and gave my mom her gift. I then spent a lot of time playing around with my phone and after dinner, me and my parents watched The Importance of Being Earnest. It was funny and overall, very ironic. I got a kick out of it.
::My Sunday::
I got up and went to church. It was nothing special. The sermon was extra-long and rather boring. Sunday school came as a relief. We talked about Judism, and had a competition. My team won by one point. Then my dad took me to buy a watch. I haven't had one since September. They watch store is in this little part of Filene's Basement that is on Wisconsin. They had all kinds of watches (even some nice IWC ones that were $4,200 each). I got a $30 analog with the day of the week, date, and phases of the moon. It was confusing to set because nothing worked the way it was supposed to. Annoying how instruction manuals get worse as time goes on. I spent the rest of the day doing stuff. I finally got on the computer and played around. I also finally got my splash screen changed to this cool picture of Lain (the splash screen is that screen that is displayed while your compute boots up). I got called over to my friends house to help his dad learn how to use his cell phone. I fooled around with it for a little while and showed him the basics, then got payed $5. I still don't know why he gives me money for coming over a playing with his stuff. That night, my family and I, excluding Isabel, sat down and watched Wedding for Bella. The movie was so horrible that we gave up and watched Under The Tuscan Sun. My sister Eva mouthed off at my mom during the opening and finally got punished for it, unlike the few thousand times she had done it before. Hooray. Oh, and the movie was good. I think movies like that are supposedly classified by mainstream culture as sentimental "chick flicks" but I liked it and found it very uplifting.
::My Monday::
Life goes on. This morning, I had to walk over to Miyu's neighborhood to meet my assistant scoutmaster at his house so that me and Michael Newman could work on the First Aid merit badge. Michael and I just answered what we could and got taught the rest. It was fairly easy and we got most of the requirements finished, planning to finish the rest on Wednesday, during the scout meeting. I got home and slept, read, and did anything but my homework. My laptop refuses to accept Linux so I'm gonna reformat it. Hope it will work.
::Other Stuff::
On the subject of Cons
Wow. Katsucon was pretty cool. Reading through the booklet later, I saw many things I had missed before. There were three rooms playing Anime 24/7 throughout the con. Also, there were lectures and autograph booths on floors I never even got a chance to visit. Next year I am definitely going to work there. Plus, if I do over 20 hours (easy) I get free admission to next, where I work again. This will be fun.
On the subject of cell phones
My number is 202-321-2544. I really think a cell phone will be bad for me since I will probably use it as much as possible and run up an extreme bill. On the bright side, I don't have to borrow someone else's. Miyu, Haruka, and Charade, give me your numbers. Please. Don't make me hack the system to get them.
On the subject of Hacking
I have been reading a lot and improving greatly. Thursday, I accidentally spammed Yahoo with 200 joke messages advertising "Viagro"
Dear wives,
Has your husband's inability to get it up been getting you down? Protect you self from dissapointment with this handy tool.
Buy Viagro now and get a free towel for mopping purposes.
Also, for a limited time, if you send back a quart of your husbands blood within 50 days of purchase, you get a refund of the full purchase price. All blood is donated to the Feed a Vampire Association.
That was the message (except there was an actual picture).
On the subject of smoking
Three years.. Three years... Everyday, all day, my brain tells me to get a cigarette. I want to smoke and have all the symptoms of withdrawal, but I never withdraw. I'm stuck on something I've never had. Any ideas folks?
On the subject of Hentai
I know I'm an addict. I like the stuff and I've gotten some resistance to it. I always have to find something more extreme for a fix. It just gets weirder and weirder. I've found amputation fetish sites, open surgery fetish sites, and even a site dedicated to vagina with distended and stretched lips and clitorises. I'm going to try and ween out if. It's gone too far. What kind of person enjoys these things. I didn't like any of those sites, but found them by accident (mainly because I can't read any Japanese) when browsing hentai.
On the subject of Yaoi
I don't know why you people like it. I just can't get into it. Would someone tell me in straight English, what is so appealing. On of the sites I went to had a brief set of frames where two guys 69. They each choke on the other and die. You people are weird.
On the subject of Grammar and correct punctuation
I have it, few others seem to. I feel different because of it. Notice, I didn't mention spelling, even though I try.
On the subject of Quizzes
I rarely do them. I don't post them. Why does everybody else?
PS- One of my keyboards actually split in half during the typing of this message. Luckily it was an old one, but still, think about that.
See everybody tomorrow. I should do my homework.
I'm probably going to write more on these topics later to further justify my positions, but I would love to hear your current feedback.
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| There was a great silence and one word hung in the air "DUDE" |
[Feb. 10th, 2004|08:58 pm] |
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"Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley...Welsley."
-Victoria Tyson
Biased towards that school, isn't she. Well I won't go to an all girls school, so stop advertising it in every other sentence. Bitch.
::My Yesterday::
I got up early and hit the computers in the library to churn out my "two" page essay on why I lie. I just typed whatever came to my mind and probably lied without thinking about it. The morning went quite well. My group was first for presenting in World History. We gave a good presentation. Charade and the other came up with some great feedback to the audience's questions. I got to try and shoot holes in everybody else's presentation for the rest of class (Made easy by the fact that the groups glossed over stuff like dumping and horrible worker conditions). In second period Humanities, I had to change my holy name because it was to violent and innapropriate after the shootings at Balou. It went from "Goddess Teri, keeper of weapons, who cometh forth from the flame bearing shotgun" to "Goddess Teri, flaming liberal, champion of the converse, inverse, and generally weird, who cometh from your calculator". Yes those were names I chose word for word. Stop laughing. Then, the class separated into groups to create a pharoah's tomb for one group member. I had fun designing a pyramid with spikes, falls, and large crushing stones for the gory deaths of those who came uninvited. During lunch, I was surprised by Ms. Briggs telling me that I had forgotten to go to the Women's Writer's Workshop last Friday. Damn. During the meeting that followed the workshop I missed (which takes place the Monday lunch after each workshop), we moved the open mike date to the end of February and set up a meeting a week from this Wednesday to assign jobs. Poetry slam is still schedualled for this May. I spent the rest of lunch walking around the building and talking. Last period was fun cause as always I just fooled around with the teacher and got an A+ for doing it. Math IS cool. I had to leave at two beacuse I needed to goto a dentist appojntment. That breezed by and my mom dropped me off at Ranger Surplus on the way home so I could browse. They wouldn't let me buy a lighter or even touch the airsoft guns because I didn't have an ID. I can't wait till I get a GWorld card and can use that to get into rated R movies and stuff like that. Bought a T-shirt instead and went to Borders. There I got a book on Hacking for me and a magazine on David Bowie for my dad. Spent the rest of the night reading my new book.
::My Today::
Ms. Tyson's homework seems easier to do when you do it at 7:15 in the library. I finished it and screwed around with the controls on the hub to see if I could break through websense. Websense is the filter that blocks porn, weapons, and sites about drugs from reaching the eyes of kids. It blocked Remington.com, but let me see the Anarchist's Cookbook which tells you how to make explosives, do credit card fraud, and fuck with the telephone lines to get free calls. Just search google for it. First period came and went. We disscussed how different career choices could make you rich. Second period Fench II wasn't to hard either. We reviewed for then took a test on -ir verbs. Then we watched a movie called The Dinner Game. It was extremely funny. The basic pretense is that a group of friends meets each Wednesday for dinner. Each person brings an idiot (i.e. a boomerang hobbyist or someone who built huge models out of hundreds of thousands of matchsticks) and they compete for best idiot. The movie deals with one guy who wrenches his back and can't go, but the idiot still shows up at his house and inadvertently screws up his life. See it if you get the chance. Play practice was good, we got work done, and bad, alot of people were missing. I think we'll be ready by March 12th, but just barely. Last period World Geography with Mr. Ackerman was easy. I knew a huge chunk of the material. I just need to brush up on my trivia. The Men of Strength meeting after school was quick, we just organized some stuff and it was over. I got home to find that my dad got off from work early and my sister was home from school on time, as opposed to two hours late, so my mom took the ot of us out for dinner at this new Thai place on Wisconsin. Now I'm here.
Wow, my daily logs must be boring, but I feel them nessessary. Read 'em if you want. They are an intro to my life and the preface for the story that starts on the 21st.
I'm progress quickly with hacking and I just got my first telnet client today, which will allow me to remotely access ports on any machine I know the IP address of. In basic terms, if I know the string of numbers that represents you on the internet, I can break into you system. He he. Don't worry to much, if you dial onto the internet every time you get on, (i.e. AOL, MSN) I can't hack you because your IP changes everytime you sign on.
People, please try to make room at the end of February, I'll tell you the date on Tuesday, for the open mike. We hope to host it in the cafe at a bookstore. Plus, if you come and come up with something really witty to say, you'll have an audience.
Seeya
PS- Fuck you lucky bastards. My parents are dragging me to my the parent teacher conferences and I have to write a report on the Jazz fest so I can't miss it. Plus, if my parents don't think I did well on my grades, I miss the Con. I'm so fucking screwed.
PPS- Pardon the explatives in today's entry, I'm feeling pissed. |
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| I'm looking up while upside-down, am I looking down? |
[Feb. 8th, 2004|03:37 pm] |
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| | If I Had a Million Dollars - Bearnaked Ladies | ] |
::My Yesterday::
Yesterday was good. I got tested for lead in the morning because of the D.C. lead scare. I hate needles being stuck into me so I had to look at the wall the entire time. Why do they never have any normal band-aides? Then, when I got home, I called Haruka about seeing Tokyo Godfathers. She said no one was coming because they were all busy, and we arranged to meet at her place at around four. I lazed around and read computer books, but couldn't get my LAN to work so I could go on line. (Shitty Consumer Electronics). Hopped the train to Haruka's. She wasn't there so I talked with her mom. When Haruka got home, it turned out Adam was with her. He certainly lived up to Haruka's billing. After some short phone work. The three of us got in car, picked up Mamimi at Union Station, and headed to the theater. For a new art house style place, the E Street theater didn't disappoint. Everything looked and was expensive. We got our $9.25 tickets and refused the $4 drinks and $5.50 popcorn (both of those were the "small" sizes) and sat down in the theater. The movie was FABULOUS. I can't kick your ass out the door fast enough to go see this movie. The plot was funny and well woven, the characters were deep, different, and well voiced. Best of all, it made sense without trying to teach a lesson or force a moral. Well worth the money. I also declared a personal victory by resisting the urge to try and hug Mamimi. Being one of those people who doesn't care so much about personal space, this was hard, but I persevered. Mamimi had to go home after the movie, but Sarah agreed to make Adam and I dinner. She makes great Raman. Adam had The End of Evangelion, so we watched that. WOAH. It was stunning, the open violence and constant stream of symbology and deeper meaning really shoved the ideas of the EVA series home. It was a real blow to the senses. I lost my appetite and didn't finish my Raman, (sorry to Haruka if you took that personally). Haruka's body ran out of fuel during the movie so Adam had to deal with her. She just sprawled every which way. Finally, it all ended and Adam and I were dropped off at Union Station by Haruka's mom. We chatted on train the whole ride home and I think we scared the other passengers with our talk of killing and gore. He he.
::My Today::
Everyone has budget problems. This morning at church (don't ask, being an atheist doesn't forbid you from attending church), instead of a sermon, we had a budget report and a plea for more money from the rector, Jim Donald. The church is $157,000 under the mark for this year. Instead of normal Sunday School, the high schoolers went to the meeting in the Nave (the main church where services are held) where the adults of the congregation were having a forum to discuss the budget. Our church is huge (3,600 members and growing!), and the Nave was full. During Q&A I asked about trying school style fund raising but Jim was against the idea of selling things. At home, I started reading Night, a book about the Holocaust. It's really depressing and really creepy. At six tonight, I'm have some youth event to go to where we are building our own pizza instead of buying one. The churches crisis is kind of obvious once you look at all the signs.
See ya all tomorrow at school or otherwise. I'll try for another update tomorrow morning. Story still scheduled for 21st. Siyonara. |
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| Analytical Thoughts on Deep Things (a.k.a. Trivial Bull and otherwise) |
[Feb. 6th, 2004|05:41 pm] |
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| | Dante's Prayer - Loreena McKennit | ] |
"Come on, go deep."
-Victoria Tyson
::My day::
Today has been up and odwn. It started off good. Prospects of a two hour delay flew back and forth as DCPS decided wether a deadly amount of ice was enough to keep schools from openning two hours late. I got to school early as always and fooled around while working with Charade on a project in the library. Things went sour when it was officially announced that schools were opennning on time. It turned out to be okay because first period was just lazing around and talking, but things went sour as Ms. Tyson really curtailed possible options by constantly checking up on our conversations. I was helping several people with Algerbra 2 work while talking with Charade (Charade is a big part of my mornings, he is my coffee substituted, caffinated Ideas). Of corse we were disscussing nothing of importance when Ms. Tyson called from accross the room and said, "What are you talking about?" She was asking Charade, but I had to open my big mouth and say in his ear, "Algebra 2." BAD IDEA. Ms. Tyson had me come over and have a little "talk" about lying. She said that few people can lie that quickly. I try to explain truthfully, but her initial offense had put me on such hard defense that I was just BSing answers. (More on this tomorrow). She ended the conversation by giving me six months to get back a good rep. Of course she started this by assigning me a two page essay on why 'I' lie. How nice. The day did then take a nice turn as I went to second period. Ms. Dillalo, my french teacher, made today's lesson easy and restful. We reviewed some easy vocabulary, then took a simple test. To top it off, she took us on the bus to "La Madaline", a french bakery and cafe. Lunch was expensive and we had to order in french, but it tasted excellent. I missed the bus back and had to run. Third period was new because of our semester class swap. My new teacher was a bit drab, but I have good classmates and things should be interesting. Things again took a turn for the worst when I got home. My basement had flooded from all this rain, and as I type this my mom is trying to save the junk that's in there and yelling and explative every few seconds. Now, I have a basketball game to go to with my boy scout troop, in uniform. This is gonna be a bitch. |
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| Hey world (first entry) |
[Feb. 5th, 2004|06:52 pm] |
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| | Curbside Prophet - Jason Mraz | ] |
Hi. I'm here. Wait. *turns on self*
"What am I supossed to do?"
"Act natural, express yourself."
"You think they want the raw me?"
"If you put it that way, NO!"
"What then!?!"
"Tell them a joke, make them laugh and smile."
"Do you think I'm be killed if I do the racist set?"
"Naw..." *crosses fingers*
"Okay, how do you find the population of Mexico?"
*silence*
"Throw a dime down the street."
*silence continues*
"You said it would work!"
"Try another."
"Why are African Americans so good at basket ball?"
*silence*
"Because they can jump, shoot, and steal."
*through the walls, the sounds of a mugging filter in*
"Where is the audience? The only person to show up is Charade and he is sleeping in the back row."
"They are all drunk in the bar down the street."
"FUCK! I'm gonna go join them."
"But the people need you!"
"Story doesn't start for two weeks because the writing team is on vacation."
"Oh, they still haven't thought of a story?"
"Naw, it's just me ad-libbing for two damn weeks."
"Alright, go get drunk."
Side notes:
Would have posted all this in the morning but I had partial writers block and Siham-sempai was sitting at the next terminal and would have critiqued everything I wrote. |
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