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[29 Jul 2007|11:19pm] |
there's a billboard near where i live (and also in some other locations in atlanta) with the faces of saddam hussein, osama bin laden, and kim jung il on it. Across saddam's face there's a big red "X," and in big letters it says "WHO'S NEXT?" its been up for a while now, and i've always hated it, i just never thought to say anything about it until just now. wow, the media is refuckingdiculous. no wonder so many americans are ape-shit bat-crazy ignorant when it comes to certain issues.
"mr. anchor
assure me
that baghdad
is burning.
your voice it is so soothing
that cunning mantra of killing."
double you tee eff.
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| journal postin' up in this biatch |
[01 May 2007|07:14pm] |
summer is almost here. that's right ladies and gents. i have two more finals to go; one tomorrow and one friday. two finals separate me and nonacademic bliss. ::sigh:: its only tuesday.
oh yeah, and i got a job for the summer. which rocks.
just a few buzz words of the week:
-blast furnace slag (check)
-C-S-H (check)
-air entrainment (check)
-calcium silicates (check)
-ITZ (check)
-shear and moment diagrams
-state of stress analysis
-mohr's circle
-axial, torsion, and bending
-functional groups
-lipids
-carbon cycles
if this week doesn't kill me, i guess its going to make me stronger or something? the weekend has never seemed to far away.
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| mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set |
[05 Apr 2007|11:51pm] |
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rage against the machine is getting back together. i found out that news the other day. i think it has a lot to do with the current administration and they felt the need to reunite and make an album about it. i can't say i agree with everything rage has to say, but they're definitely very talented and de la rocha usually has very poignant lyrics to offer. i'm interested to hear what their sound will be like. it funny how thinking about a group like RATM can cause nostalgia. kb would know.
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| i'm happy. |
[26 Mar 2007|11:40am] |
spring break recap:
1) st. patrick's day weekend in savannah:
it was a great time in savannah for st. patty's day and a good kickoff to spring break. i was glad that dallas came even though his girlfriend is kind of crazy and kind of a ragin' bitch (but shh, don't repeat that). it was cool hanging out with a lot of friends and, as always, was a great source for stories.
2) macon, for what seemed an eternity:
it was cool hanging out with langley and blair, but damn macon can get old at an alarming rate. i mostly just bummed around, playing guitar, reading, playing guitar some more, reading some more, watching movies, hanging with dad some. not a bad time, just not the most fun for spring break.
3) milledgeville on wednesday:
this was pretty fun. kailey and i had been just a bit rocky over some certain subject matter, and we finally were on good terms again before i left. langley and i rode with dallas (who has to come in to macon almost every day for something to do with his major). it was fun hanging out with them and will. we had to hang out with sarah some which kind of sucked since she's the epitome of a debbie downer, but all in all it was a pretty good time.
4) furman on thursday night:
this was by far my favorite part of spring break. i arrived at furman around 11:30 pm and kailey was still in the library working on a paper. she had about a million things going on and it was finally coming to a close. i stayed with her there and read and goofed around on the internet until around 5 am, when she finished. friday, we bummed around her dorm most of the afternoon and then went to our campsite. after that we groceries from wal-mart and then went back to our campsite. these rednecks camped next to us, and were annoying as all hell, but it was kind of funny to laugh at their stupidity. and kind of sad. saturday and most of sunday, we hung out in greenville. it was a lot of fun and way too much to sum up in this already-too-long entry. just trust me, it was a fun.
all in all, spring break turned out to be pretty good. the two weekends (especially the latter of the two) were by far the most memorable portions of it.
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| however much i was missing her x 10000000000 |
[02 Mar 2007|05:39pm] |
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i wish i could read my book right now, just to get my mind somewhere else, but i can't. and i don't think i really want to. i'm so worried about her. she's all i can think about.
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| i'm getting more sleep. i hate it. |
[28 Feb 2007|03:17pm] |
mike and i bought tickets to the lewis black show this morning. he's coming to tech march 27th. 10 bucks. not bad.
this week is a definite do-nothing week for me. i only have one homework, which is due tomorrow. its not bad at all though; two problems, but he doesn't care if you look up his solution for the problem online (most of them are from old tests). he's said that you could turn in a smiley-face and he'd still give you credit for it. so basically turning in a smiley-face (which i've only done once) is equal to turning in the homework. i think its mostly just to benefit us, anyway.
i wish i had more to write about. i probably do, but just can't think of it right now. its funny how that works.
your entry. i love it.
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| some necessities are much more than that |
[21 Feb 2007|11:16am] |
the past two weeks have been a rush (of blood to the head) of all sorts. i've been pretty busy, it seems; well, at least for me, anyway. it hasn't all been a negative kind of busy, but 4 tests and a few labs in a couple weeks can really dampen one's integrity if you don't take advantage of the tasks at hand and become motivated as hell. i think i was much more motivated last week than the week before, in part because i was looking forward to last weekend so much. a light at the end of a tunnel can make the tunnel ride seem much more pleasant. my test scores can attest for that.
oh yeah, somehow i remembered this earlier:
toothpastefordinner.com
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| cee-(be)lo |
[11 Feb 2007|01:34pm] |
Sometimes a stranger can be your best friend
Sometimes being angry is the best mood
Sometimes seeing you feel good makes me feel even better
Sometimes hunger is the best food
Sometimes good just ain't good enough
And other times evil will get you even
Sometimes faith is not knowing any better
Sometimes nothing is what you believe in
Sometimes you fail trying
And sometimes happiness hurts worse
Sometimes people live dying
Sometimes it's the last person that makes you first
Sometimes you'll keep what you don't want
And other times you'll give away what you really need
Sometimes a rich man won't have a dollar
And all a poor man has is greed
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| thoughts |
[02 Feb 2007|10:32pm] |
i hear the words you write
i share the thoughts you think
i never thought or dreamt our hearts
would share a common link
this isn't something i control
this isn't something fake
i never thought my mind would give
so much for my heart's sake
your voice is in my head, it echoes
sweet nothing songs it sings
and nothings are more than a something
your thoughts mean everything
to me
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| (untitled) |
[01 Feb 2007|11:03pm] |
i have a job now. its an on-campus one; filing, mainly. its kind of boring, but its really not that bad. my boss is really cool, i can basically choose my own hours for the week (even though right now they don't have much room for me so i don't get to work too many hours, anyway), and i can listen to music while i work. today i worked with another student and he showed me what to do. wasn't bad. he was pretty cool. except his favorite national team is italy... bunch of divers....
while eating dinner tonight i watched the travel channel. the special was on this cruise ship; except it wasn't a cruise ship... it was basically a gated community that travels the world. it was ridiculous. it was like a cruise ship full of condos. huge. and it only houses like 350 guests on the entire ship. even at full occupancy the place still looks deserted. it was ridiculous. this one woman opened up her fridge, picking up different items and naming the country of origin of each; cheese from spain, wine from france, bottled water from england, oranges from X, butter from Y. like i said, ridiculous. they had ballrooms and four ***** restaurants, putting greens and pools, a bar and a theatre... traveling the world in some crazy crazy style.
two weeks. can seem. like forever.
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| this entry has no point. i just thought i'd share. |
[25 Jan 2007|11:20am] |
so last year, i took my car in to this place just outside of atlanta to get the a/c fixed. it worked... for a while. so i took it back in to the same place last week to see what the problem was since the car was still under warranty (it being less than 12 months (barely) since they'd repaired it). they find the problem, and order the part and i took my car back a few days ago so they could fix it and i could have a working a/c. i had to wait roughly an hour, which really wasn't bad. what was bad was the shape this place was in, which is really the only reason i'm writing this in the first place:
i pull into the parking lot, if you can even call it that, which is on this weird fork in the road in a very very po-dunk town outside of south atlanta. i park my car in the one of four (4) real parking spaces in front of this shack of an automobile repair shop, already having dodged a giant pothole filled with muddy water. the shop was what you might imagine: painted concrete blocks for walls like you find in any elementary school, big glass windows with writing on them that take up most of the front wall. The door is complete with their business hours and a big "AC DELCO" decal.
i walk in and appoach the counter, which is in front of me and a little to the right; directly in front of me is a wall which meets the side of the counter. above the counter is a string of AC DELCO banners separated by triangular checkered flags. the counter is basically one of those counters you'd find at any department store, except shittier. its basically a glass case with a 15-year old computer on top of it and a cup of dried paint with a brush laying across it, all dusty as hell. the case is empty, save for a few pieces of trash and i notice that the trim has been painted since the last time i was here. i'm not sure what color it was, but i'm definitely sure of what color it is now: bright (and i mean BRIGHT) blue. think psycedelics.
after filling out the necessary paperwork, i go to the waiting area which is to the left of the door i came through to enter this paradise. my back is to the front window. to the right of the door is a motorcyle. we'll get to that in a minute. the waiting area is complete with four chairs, two of which are attached by a low table in the middle. the table sports an array of different car magazines (mostly about mustangs) and a couple issues of Star. good ole gossip. since i don't want to look like a girl, i go for "Motor Age," particularly because there is a picture of an ipod on the front. 30 seconds from this moment i come to find out this is some weird advertisement disguised as the front of the magazine, title and all. next to me is a fake tree/bush that is dirtier than sin.
the wall in front of me, to the left of the counter, has nothing on it, but a few things in front of it. exhibit A is a two-headed gumball machine that looks like no one's touched in 20 years. there is a sticker inside one of the heads with a drawing of a bear on it reading "HUGS NOT DRUGS." how true that is. next to the gumball apparatus is another dispenser, this one clearly filled with non-prescription drugs. instructions are on the glass: "align your choice between these two lines and TURN SLOWLY." by the handle you are supposed to turn reads "TURN SLOWLY." on the inside of the glass, a note in handwriting reads "PLEASE TURN SLOWLY." now i'm very curious as to how this machine was manufactured with such a big defect. maybe once they made them all, they realized it didn't work if you turned it fast, so they just marked them all up with these instructions. more importantly, i was curious to who was using this machine. obviously, there's enough people with surprise headaches that need to be cured on the spot to make machines designed for this specific purpose.
after skimming through a magazine that left me more bored than before i began reading it, i decide that another one isn't going to be any better. at this moment i really start to pay attention to the crotch rocket in the opposite corner. this isn't just any crotch rocket. its seriously blingin'. its bright orange with a woven leather seat and a muffler that definitely looks customized, along with most of the parts on it. what strikes me is the paint job. its orange, like the orange of a rubik's cube, only slightly darker. the paint is tattooed with black airbrush artistry, the theme having something to do with america, i guess. on the front right side was the most clear picture, a giant hundred dollar bill waving in the wind. this beauty was going for $8000. not too bad i guess.
an employee walks in who's younger than me by a few years at least, obviously a mechanic, and i watch him walk to the right of the counter through a doorway and appear on the other side of the counter for a minute before he was out of my sight. now i can only hear him talking; talking about why he was not going to be in much that day. it had something to do with his insurance company and basically he fucked up, but was trying to make it sound like it was their fault. then he was cussing and complaining about how his girlfriend was pissed at him because they needed to go but he just needed ten more minutes; something about how he was in this online poker tournament that started that morning at 6:30 and won, which sent him to another tournament, which he won which sent him to the final table of some tournament, which is when his girlfriend got really pissed off because he wouldn't stop playing. he told her to give him ten minutes and he'd be done because he was the chip leader and was about to win, and she walked off. he won the tournament. he wasn't sure what the prize was though.
a customer walks in, obviously a regular. this tall, skinny, 50-some-odd man is sporting a flannel jacket, a hunter's hat, and a lit cigarette. he's making conversation at the counter with people behind the desk, ashing on the carpet. no one cares. no one. shortly after, he leaves. just popped in to say hey, i guess.
an hour after walking in, i was walking out. as shitty as this place was, they fixed my a/c free of charge and it works like a charm, even though i'm not using it because its january and it was free because of the warranty.
in other news, i'm hungry. lunch time.
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| its raining in my room |
[17 Jan 2007|12:15am] |
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i wanted this cool job at the music listening room at tech. basically its just a room in the student center where kids can go and listen to music or sleep on one of the many couches there. they even have pillows and blankets. basically, my job would've been to play DJ and keep the place in order, passing out ipods to kids who wanted to listen to one and getting to play whatever i wanted through the house speakers. as luck would have it, they don't have any spots. well, they might. they might need someone to work at night for groups who rent out the MLR from like, 6 to 9 or something like that. if this doesn't work out, i don't know what i'm going to do. all other jobs seems so uncool now. dammit. all the good jobs are taken.
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| humanigans, here we go again |
[06 Jan 2007|01:42am] |
i'd like to thank, in part, to mark zuckerberg for his elegant attribute to this 1.5 month's topic:
(the) facebook:
the facet of fidgeting:
status:
i had a lot to say about this entry a few days back, but didn't feel like writing them all down then so i just marked this entry as private and decided to work on it later. now, i'm sitting here looking at what i wrote, and i'm thinking that i really don't have too much to say anymore.
i'm nominating this one for worst entry ever written.
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| this is a bit lengthy. |
[22 Nov 2006|03:34pm] |
my oh my. thanksgiving is tomorrow... so that's cool. for some reason, my family celebrates two thanksgivings every year. one thursday with one side of the fam, and the other friday with the other side. i mean, its not that i don't like the food, but damn. that's a lot of food.
yesterday was quite a day. i woke up to my group leader for a project calling me because we had a meeting at 11 with an assistant professor to talk about our presentation. she called me at 11:01 to see where i was. at 11:09 i was standing next to her in the prof's office. w00t.
then i went over to melissa's to buy my plane ticket for new york and end up staying for like an hour longer than expected. when i get back to my apartment, the championship league had just come on so i watched manchester united lose to celtic fc, but kind of by some bullshit, but kind of by a tight tight setpiece. anyway.
i pretty much bum around my apartment until about 8, and went down to rocky for some trivia. ahhh, trivia. i hadnt been in a couple months. there, i watched tech (19) make an amazing comeback against memphis (11). it was awesome. we didn't place in trivia, but i never really care that much about it anyway.
after trivia, mike, lauren, & i went back to mike's to watch some nip/tuck. the episode was definitely better than the one last week. we had a few beers there and then headed over to mason's because we'd been told that they had a few kegs there that needed to be finished off. long story short(er), i slept at mike's last night. wow, that day was unexpected.
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| yes, i'm a huge nerd. |
[23 Oct 2006|08:24pm] |
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so i'm starting a book titled "Warped Passages: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe's Hidden Dimensions." i'm not far enough into it to even begin to grasp the concept the book presents, only far enough to understand what the author is attempting to explain. its odd to think about the universe; about space and time. if x, y, and z are the three dimensions of space, and time is the fourth (as it is sometimes described), it seems that any other dimension would be impossible; apparently though, there is enough indirect evidence that leads many up and coming scientists (those who stephen hawking saves seats for at conferences) to believe there are extra dimensions. that shit is CRAZY. anyway, there's a lot more where this came from, so i'm just going to stop rambling on about it now. no now. then.
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| every time, its been a while. |
[25 Sep 2006|09:49pm] |
sitting here in the "cyber cafe" at my apartment complex. just got done with some work and waiting on a friend to finish up. then its time to drink. so i thought i'd write something and post it to take up time.
my birthday is this friday and some (kind of a lot) of friends are going out to my friend melissa's house in gainesville to camp in her backyard (will you better be there). should be a good time. just gonna kick it and tell stories and drink beer and what not. w00t.
this is a weird year. i don't want to be 22. and i don't won't die anytime soon either. rock. and a hard place. life might be a bitch sometimes, but time is a bitch all the time. i just said the word time a lot. man, i need to sleep probably.
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| all things good and nice |
[31 Aug 2006|09:15pm] |
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so school's not too bad... yet. hopefully i'll be able to stay on top of my classes much better than last time. i feel so much more productive when i'm actually studying. leaving tomorrow for a clmbing expedition in the big TN with kenny, dallas, will, and langley. i don't really see any way that this will not be a good time. w00t.
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| this is for you kevin, except my facts are real. |
[06 Aug 2006|12:02pm] |
Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with six random* facts about yourself. In the end you need to choose six people to be tagged and list their names.
1. i think the colors blue and brown go exceptionally well together.
2. i like to play pool a lot, so much i once bought my own cue stick.. yeah, i know that's a little over the top, but if it helps, i haven't played with that cue stick in over a year and half.
3. as much as i like to play pool, i prefer kicking some ass in foosball, but foosball tables are a much rarer find in bars and people's houses.
4. i own a 6' tall cardboard stand-up of Dr. Evil, which i dressed with 'gangsta goggles' and a jester hat i got at the fair or renaissance festival or something.
5. i like to play chess, but i'm not saying i'm good at it.
6. i have a hard time coming up with random facts.
i tag anyone on my friends list that reads this because i don't feel like going to my 'manage friends' thing to see who they all are because i'm not even sure i have six. so if you read this, just do it.
^i'm not sure how "random" you can be really with facts that you choose to write, unless we were to discuss the theory of quantum physics in relation to brain activity.
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| inner reflections or something? |
[22 Jul 2006|09:45pm] |
wow, i haven't written here in a while. funny thing is, i've had so much on my mind i haven't been able to keep track of it all, much less had time and energy to put it all into an entry. i dunno, i guess this summer has turned out to be okay. i won't have much money at all for the fall semester, but i think i'm okay with that. i've worried myself senseless on the paradoxes of life and death and i think i'm becoming okay with a lot of things that have been pressing on my mind lately; not everything, but a lot of it.
its been good to see friends that i don't get to see all that much when i'm in atlanta. but its also been good going to atlanta a whole lot this summer to hang out, too. i really can't complain about much.
and there it is, an entry. and i still gotta do that thing for you kevin. because you tagged me. i'm it.
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