Diary
NOTE: If you don't happen to be me, this will be excruciatingly dull to read.4/4/05
It's like a call
So I went to Florida.
Not so much on purpose, mind you. I had to go down for a conference, where I showed off a THz imaging system I worked on. You can skip this paragraph, if you want; it's the one where I complain about everything that I didn't like about Florida. The rest should be better. Anyway, Florida really isn't the place for me. It's too hot and expensive and full of SUVs with Bush bumper stickers. I prefer to stick to the frigid North where people know how how to live and think and vote. No offense to the nice people there. Anyway, the conference was a lot of me answering the same questions over and over again to what seemed like every person there. My system has moving parts and whatnot, so it tended to attract attention. Which is good, but also meant that by the end I was so sick of my imaging system that I can't stand the thought of spending another second working on it. I guess that's good though, since we already published a paper on it, and I think it's kind of done physics-wise. So the conference was three days of that (with some more time to set everything up and take everything down). I wasn't there so much with my university as I was with Newport. Since the setup uses their motion control stuff, they offered to pay to send someone and the equipment down, and the someone turned out to be me. I think it was pretty good for them; it brought lots of people by. I wish I could have gone to the actual talks at the conference instead of staying in the exhibit hall all the time, but oh well. They put me up in a very expensive hotel (the place where the conference was being held, even). Unfortunately, they're just reimbursing me - I had to pay for everything with my card initially. The hotel was about $1000 for the five days and I had a rental car and whatnot, so my bank account is a little lower than low at the moment. I managed to buy a week's worth of groceries for $10 yesterday, so I'll be all right. Oh, also, fucking Florida. I had to pay $4.50 in tolls one night to drive three miles for Chinese takeout.
Anyway, that concludes the complaining segment of my Florida entry. There were nice parts, too. I mean besides getting to fly on an airplane, which fills me with glee, even though I'm not ten years old or retarded. On the first night there, I drove out to visit my grandparents (of course my grandparents live in Florida, at least two of them anyway). A lot of my other family members were there; my brother, two aunts, an uncle, and several cousins. It was nice to see them. Everybody was there since it was my grandmother's 80th birthday. Well, the day before I got there was her 80th birthday, so I had to miss that because my life is peculiarly timed. My dad, stepmom, sister and brother-in-law also visited, but they were leaving as I got there. I mean, just as I got there; I saw them in the airport. We talked for a little while. It's kind of weird to randomly run into someone you know in a city a thousand miles from where either of you live.
The next few days, I mostly worked at the conference and didn't do much else. Dr. Redo, one of the people in my research group, was there for a few days (not the whole conference), so we went to Orlando one of the days for dinner. We kind of walked around downtown and talked about how ridiculous America is (he's from Spain). We went to a pita place, and I had a falafel thing, which was super good (especially since I tended to not eat during the day because everything in the hotel was priced as though it were made out of the purest gold). I spent my free time in my hotel room readying Dostoyevsky, which I think is the most inappropriate possible activity to pursue when one is staying at a tropical resort. Which is exactly why I did it, of course.
There are several pools at the hotel. A giant stone octopus looms over the largest one. See!
THIS DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO GO IN THE WATER
On my last day, I got to visit Jeffrey! He lives in Orlando. We went out to eat at a place called Sweet Tomatoes, which is apparently a chain of salad bar type places, but it must not reach up to New York since I'd never heard of it. I got to see his house and meet his girlfriend and kitty his housemate's very silly dog. This is a picture of Jeffrey and Kristen:
All in all, it was pretty nice. I have to admit that I spent more time than I should have fretting about what I was missing back at the lab, which is a little neurotic, I know. I got over that when there were interesting things going on, though.
P.S. Some CDs I ordered a few weeks ago finally came in the mail today (albums by Architecture in Helsinki, the Decemberists, Ida and Saturday Looks Good to Me) and my iPod has hit an awesome milestone:
A whole fortnight! All of it's legal, too!
3/3/05
I'll uproot it without tears
So I got a fellowship! This means that I get paid twice as much as before, and I technically don't have to "work", just do research. Of course, the only work I've been doing is research, so I guess it doesn't make much of a difference. The double pay thing is kinda nice, though. Also, since it's money coming from the outside rather than through my research group's existing funding, it saves us all kinds of money. Which is nice.
I'm excited about a show I'm going to on Saturday. This will be the fourth weekend in a row that I've gone to a show! The first one was horrid, the second one may as well have not existed, but the third one (Kamikaze Hearts) was really nice and the upcoming one (Missy Bly and the Frank Boscoes), put on by Hello Pretty City will be awesome, I'm sure of it.
2/13/05You ain't never gettin the contents of my blueberry boat!
So I passed my qualifier! This means that I'll probably have a Ph.D. in a few years. Peculiar!
Eric, Jess and I went to a show last night. It was the worst show ever! We went to the Flywheel to see Cars Can Be Blue, but they weren't there. In their place was Generic Emo Band 24271 and The Worst Freaking Band In The Entire Universe. By which I mean TSP and Refuge, respectively. "This is called 'Silhouette for a Suicide'..." Heehee. We left while they were playing. We were going to stick around for a little while longer since Caveman Go (the last band) isn't that bad and, uh, we were the only people there that weren't friends of one of the bands, but they were so bad that we just couldn't take it. As we were leaving, the promoter/horribly awkward MC said, "we've still got another great band left!" I didn't say anything, Eric didn't say anything, Jess kinda snickered a little. Heehee.
When we got back, we said that we went to Eastampton to have dinner.
Jess and Eric also just got a new kitty, who is of course totally cute (and she doesn't seem to make me sneezy, which is cool).
I bought a new computer! It's not a G5, but I'm excited. It has to come through the mail, first. I have to think of a name. My previous computers have been Ted, Timothy and Thomas. I'm running out! Thurston?
1/20/05
I will do for parking bikes what anchors did for sailing
So I had my qualifying exam yesterday, and unlike the last one, this one went really well. Well enough that I'm about as certain that I passed as I'm capable of being certain about anything. And imagine, all I had to do was completely isolate myself from the world and do nothing but study for a month! Anyway, now I'm on the road to getting a PhD, which is kinda weird. The strange thing is that the thing I'm most psyched about at the moment is that I don't have to worry about money for the time being. That is kind of pathetic, but after spending six months worrying about whether or not I was going to be able to stay in grad school, things like that, while they don't seem important per se, are nice to get rid of.
My birthday is Sunday, and I will be 24 years old, which will be kind of strange, what with 24 being the highest number and all.
I apologize for my comma use in this entry. I'm sleepy.
1/1/05
Yeah, that's about right.
So this is how 2004 ends: Zak, Eric and I at Zak's house playing Super Monkey Ball when one of his neighbors comes by and says that someone went down the street slashing tires. They got two of mine. As much as I'd like to go into a rage about this, I'd rather just point out that 2004 was just like that. Dumb people with nothing better to do than destroy things. I'm being melodramatic, of course. I just don't want to pay for new tires and I'm especially unhappy about the fact that I'm stuck in Schenectady now when I should be back in the library at school studying for my qualifier on the 19th.
I've always thought of the whole idea of New Year's resolutions and the concept of January 1st offering any sort of new beginning to be pretty meaningless and illusory, but I'm really happy for any excuse to say that the world that existed for the past twelve months is somehow disconnected from the one I'm living in now. Which is not to say that I don't think anything good came out of the year, but as a whole I think it was defined by overwhelming shittiness.
Anyway, the past few days have been otherwise nice. Teresa and Frank came by on Thursday and stayed the night. I hadn't seen them in while and it was cool to see them again. Teresa beat me at Scrabble, even though I got "toxins" on a triple word score early in the game.
Eric's moving to Troy, which will be pretty awesome. I won't be able to really do much until after my exam is over, but it'll be great to have someone in town that I can hang out with without having any specific reason to hang out.
I'm listening to a collection of singles by Brighter and it's really good. I've had it for a while, but I really like it a lot today for some reason.
11/03/04
Nothing left to say
Dear America,
Fuck you.
Love,
Nick
7/11/04
What's a barbed wire electrified fence between good friends?
I had a weird scratchy feeling on the top of my foot all day. Not the sort of thing that makes you think, "oh god! My foot!" at all hours, but just a mild sensation of "what was that?" from time to time. I finally realized that there was some reason for this sensation and decided to investigate. Looking at my foot didn't help; all I saw was a sock, and there didn't seem to be anything out of place with the sock. Taking the sock off didn't reveal any secrets because all that came out was my foot, which I had expected. There wasn't anything wrong with my foot, so I returned my attention to the sock. Turning it inside out, I discovered a small, white feather. I don't understand this universe.
5/27/04It's all right, you're ok
So yesterday I was working from 8am to 1am. But at least I got a lot of stuff done, and I guess it's good to know that I can put off sleep for the sake of science when the need arises (we wanted to do as much as we could since we had to send our Golay cell back to the manufacturer today). The project I'm working on is really freaking cool in my opinion, so that helps.
5/6/04We row, we row
I'll try to avoid complaining too much, but this is an internet diary after all. I've been unhappy and terrified lately, mostly because of grades. I got a 99 on my Electrodynamics final, which would be great if I didn't still end up with a B in the class. I'm scared shitless about what's going to happen if my Statistical Mechanics professor isn't really nice and gives me a B I don't deserve, and I've got my Quantum Mechanics final tomorrow, which I'm not looking forward to. So yeah, whine moan and whatnot. At least this segment will be over soon.
The new Múm album is really good, and so are the new albums by Of Montreal and the Reputation, although that last one hasn't really gotten it's hooks into me as much as their last album or the Sarge records did, at least not yet.
I've been going to shows again lately. This last weekend, I saw Ted Leo and Sleater-Kinney at some college in Western New York, and the week before I saw the Smittens and Cars Can Be Blue at the Flywheel, and I had a nice time at both of them. At the one last week when Sleater-Kinney was playing, this surreal exchange took place:Corin: It's fun to play outside when the weather is nice, huh?I thought it was funny.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Back to studying, I guess.
8/20/03
On a beech tree rudely carved
It's always best to start out on a positive note.
I saw the Lucksmiths a little while ago and that was really good.
I broke up with Jen a little while later and that wasn't.
It was one of those things where neither of us wanted to do it, but I think that it had to happen sooner or later and it would be best if we would be open with each other one last time and admit that things had fallen apart. No fighting, no screaming, just the two of us in her bedroom, sobbing for four hours. Somewhere along the line we crossed the division between loving someone and being in love with someone but pretended not to notice once we had reached the former. We're both masters of making ourselves miserable for the sake of other people and we basically got into a loop of nobody saying anything about anything because the only thing we could say would hurt the other too much. So basically a few words was all it took for us both to understand what had to happen and it felt kind of like falling down a flight of stairs that you had just been dragging yourself up. But I feel guilty more than anything else because I pushed her down, too. I keep thinking, "If I was just a better person, I could have simply kept with it and things would have worked out somehow." But I still don't see how, I just have the eternal optimist inside of me calling me an asshole for giving up and breaking the heart of the one girl I've ever really been in love with.
I also started grad school. It's a bit overwhelming already, and as you can probably guess, my mind hasn't been in it. Classes haven't even started yet, but my advisor is already disappointed with me because I decided not to take the qualifying exam just yet. I knew I wouldn't pass it, and he said that it's more a matter of experiencing it and making the effort, but I've experienced enough failure and I'm running out of effort at the moment.
7/22/03crinkle crinkle crinkle
Oh how work is drivng me crazy now, but nobody wants to hear about that and I'm not particularly interested in being the type of person who talks about how work is driving him crazy all the time. So I'll just say that and be done with it.
Weird times were had on Sunday, but I'm not up to talking about it now.
So far this whole entry has been me making vague references to things and then changing the subject. I guess if I was into interpreting things like this, I would say that it's because I'm feeling somewhat discombobulated right now. I'll get over it.
I've been reading Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol and enjoying it. I haven't gotten as much reading done this summer as I wanted to, but at least it's better than last summer when I failed at trying to get through Gravity's Rainbow before school started and had to put it aside until the distant future where there are flying cars and robots that can love.
7/17/03
she put me on the ground with judo
Hello Internet!
It's been a while, hasn't it? So, what have you been up to?
[Uncomfortable Pause]
Good, good.
Anyway, yeah, I've been neglecting my web site and not writing in my diary, but that's nothing new. I graduated from college, that's kind of different. I'm still going to college for grad school, so that's pretty much the same. Since I have a degree in physics, I guess I'm technically a physicist now. And I guess the philosophy one makes me a philosopher. It may or not be appropriate for me to write you an essay about the fundamental nature of the universe, then. I'd rather talk about skeletons, though.
Eric managed to get free tickets to see Pirates of the Caribbean a couple of days ago and him, Jess and I went. I pointed out on the way it that it couldn't be the worst movie ever made because Jerry Bruckheimer already made the worst movie ever made twice. And it wasn't the worst movie ever made, since it had pirate skeletons walking on the bottom of the ocean. There was also a pirate skeleton monkey, and I'm still not sure about how a monkey goes about being the victim of an Aztec curse meant to punish Conquistadors. Monkeys aren't even allowed in most stores, so I don't see why he would want any gold coins in the first place. Whatever way it happened, it established the fact that animals can catch the "take the coin, become the shambling undead" curse. But what if an invertibrate somehow managed to take one? What would a skeleton version of a slug or jellyfish look like? Would they just disappear? Come on, fill in the blanks, Jerry Bruckheimer.
I still have pictures from shows from months ago that I need to develop. Chances are with the heat and the time and the high-speed film, there's not going to be much to show for them now, but when I stop being lazy we'll all get to see I guess. I will stop being lazy in about eighty years.
Speaking of evil monster monkeys, looks like our president's lies are starting to catch up with him, eh? You know, I knew that those documents were falsified a long goddamn time ago - there was a story in the New York Times before the school year ended. I guess people were waiting for him to arbitrarily declare the end of the war before launching into him. Whatever. It's not like lied about anything having to do with his penis (that I'm aware of, anyway).
Also, I have a new apartment. It's smaller than the last one (since it's a one bedroom becuase Teresa now lives outside Boston), but that's all good. I'll probably have to drive to school most days since it's a pretty substantial walk, but if it's nice out, I think I'll still use my feet.
4/30/03
hmm hmm
Holy shit, the iTunes music store is like fucking goddamn crack. If they ever start carrying indie labels, I'm going to have to hire somebody to supervise me when I'm using my computer.
4/25/03
Very clearly focus grouped to death
Today I saw a very burly man driving a delivery vehicle. When it went by, I read the name on the side: "Little Miss decorated cakes." For some reason, this filled me with joy.
I've had my last class sessions of some of my classes. I still have an essay to write and two finals to take, but I'm at that stage where I have fewer things to worry about so it all seems all right.
In dork news, I got a memory upgrade for my iBook today. Now it doesn't growl as much. Yay. Now that I've put in as much RAM as it can take and added an Airport card, it has every upgrade that it can take. Yay?
I don't know why the whole mess we're in is called Operation Iraqi Freedom. Operation Iraqi Liberation would have had a more appropriate acronym. Good thing we got rid of all those weapons of mass destruction, though. They must have been hiding them all in a hospital that we blew up, that's why we can't find them.
4/18/03
there's more behind me than I'll say...
Jen and I went to see Paula Kelley and band at 51 3rd street last night, and it was oh-my-freaking-goodness good.
I finally have the evaporator down to a decent vacuum, which means that the professor can stop being annoyed at me for the time being.
I have not yet created an army of the shambling dead, which, I have been informed, is my duty now that I work in a lab. Even if I deal more with optics, zombie hordes it is.
See? Things always get better.
4/09/03
fair enough
I had a dream last night that Kofi Annan was elected president of the US. It's good to see that my subconscious is still absurdly optimistic.
4/08/03
In the shadows of a town made out of theives...
This is another busy week. I took a test today and handed in an essay. If you want to call it an essay anyway. It was more like 4,500 words of crazy since I finished it at 1:30 and handed it in at 2:00. And that's for my favorite class this semester! I still have another essay to write by the end of the week and I need to work on the #%$#%@& evaporator to get it functioning again. I like how I've been working in the lab for less than a semester and I'm pretty much expected to just know who I should ask to find a fume hood and a bottle of nitric acid so that I can etch the metal off of the wall of the bell jar. I'd really rather not dissolve my lungs dealing with this. This whole experience has been really frustrating - one thing just doesn't work after another. I've been working my way through it all and putting in way more time than I've been getting credit for, but the professor still acts all surprised that it's not completely set up yet. Yeah, it's my fault that the people who owned the machine before us didn't seal a hole properly. Rar.
Ok, done ranting.
There's a new Lucksmiths album coming out soon. This makes me happy.
I still need to find an apartment, too.
4/1/03
Gah.
Luckily, nobody thinks that the life of a physicist is all limousines and champaign. It's not even primarily reflective and scientific: most of the time, you're trying to keep things in the lab from breaking and fixing them when they inevitably do. In other words, "ugh." Yesterday, the machine I use in the lab to make thin films of metals by evaporating them in a vacuum stopped being so good at making a vacuum. Today, I tried to figure out why this was. I'm guessing that there's a teensy-tiny leak in one of the cooling water lines that's invisible (and doesn't leak because the pressures are more balanced) when I have the chamber open, but spits out a tiny stream of vapor when its being pumped. Such a thing isn't easy to find, especially when there are eight different tubes hooked up in there. I'm only signed up for three credits of research, which translates to ten hours a week, and I've done more than that by today, and the week isn't even half over.
Oh well. Complain complain complain. If the machine's a pain in the ass, it's a pain in the ass. I just want to get the samples I need measured to the post-doc who offered to do it before she leaves in the middle of the month.
In better news, I got the new album by Saturday Looks Good to Me yesterday and the new-ish Dalek album, and they're both freaking amazing.
Also, I found out the if you put tahini, garlic powder and soy sauce on broccoli, God smiles at you.
3/26/03
It's all right, I'm okay.
Yeah, so I got rejected at Boston University. This means that I'm going to have to stay at RPI for grad school. I've been trying to stay positive about it all and it's been working for the most part. I mean, there are positive aspects to staying here, but this is a diary, and an online diary at that, so it's required that I complain. I would have preferred that things had gone otherwise. There. All done.
I'm going to have to look for another apartment, too, since the landlady told me this week that she rented our apartment to somebody else (which is fine since it's a two bedroom apartment and Teresa's moving). Finding a place in walking distance of RPI that isn't infested with roaches or bullet holes will be a challenge, but it shouldn't be that bad.
In some ways, I'm happy that I'm done waiting to hear from schools. It sucks that they told me to piss off, but now it feels like my life is back in my hands again. At least for the next few years, I know what I'm going to be doing and where I'm going to be (barring a radical change of heart), so I can finally put some thought into what I can do about the what and the where. I think I've finally put enough thought into everything I've studied that I can readily assert the whys and the whos have been around. To be general.
I'm going to have to travel a lot in the summer, I think.
3/17/03
sigh...
...And then King George learned the most important lesson of all: if you try to defeat your enemy by becoming him, he will never lose.
Yeah, I know I've been missing for a while. I've been waiting to hear from grad schools (well, that should be singular now, but it's the one I want to go to, so it feels like nothing has changed), and it kind of feels like my life is on hold, so I haven't felt like there's been much to report. Whether or not that corresponds to reality is up for debate, but I don't think anyone, myself included would want to bother discussing it.
1/27/03
I'm tired, boss. Dog tired.
So how'd I do with updating this? Not so good. Busy busy busy. I was in the lab from noon until 9:30 today. Then I got home and did my Astrophysics homework and now I'm going to bed. Whee.
Somewhere in between all of this, I'm worrying about grad school and trying to keep my shit together, and it's been surprisingly not bad. It's all very time consuming, though, which is why nobody's heard from me. And also I'm lazy. So very lazy. I bought pre-toasted toast (as a fake gift, but still).
1/19/03
It's all a part of winter Sorry about the shh. Grad school applications are out, but I'm worrying about every little thing that could go wrong and I have a lot of stuff to do this semester. I just hope that I don't have to stay in Troy at the end of all this.
I'll talk more about what's really up later, when I know what it is.
12/14/02
what will you wear?
Jen and I saw Spirited Away yesterday. I thought it was great, and the scene with the little soot-monsters being fed star-shaped candy is probably one of the cuter things I've seen all year. I still wouldn't trust that Noface creep any farther than I could throw him, though. And the giant babies of the world contine to scare the crap out of me.
Our original plan was to see the new Lord of the Rings movie, but the problem with such a plan is that the movie doesn't come out for another week. We're so clued-in. I guess you could say that we camped out for the movie six days in advance, but got bored and saw something else instead.
But anyway, I'm done with work for my classes, so now I get to concentrate on panicking about getting into graduate school. I'm not a fan of asking for recommendations, especially when the people that I want to ask are in their offices for about three seconds per week. I'll get it done, though...
12/7/02
Blearg
Yeah, I know I haven't written in here in a while. Again. I can't do much more tonight because I'm sick and I've been writing essays, but hopefully I'll have a chance to fill things in soon. I had my last class of the semester yesterday, and now I just have to finish some essays for my ethics and anarchism classes and then get my grad school recommendations, arrange some research for next semester, do my applications, and try to stop worrying so much about the whole process. Ugh. Hopefully I'll go through to the end in the school that accepts me because I don't want to do any more college applications in my life.
I did my last radio show a few weeks ago. It's not that I didn't like doing it anymore, but I've just had so much to do that when I had to devote most of every Monday to it, it started to be a chore and I decided that I should take a break from it before I really started hating it. Oh well. I still haven't gotten the last four playlists up because I need to gather them all together and type them out and I'll do that when I'm not typing essays on Kant.
This sounds all whiney and pissy, and I don't want to give the impression that I've been that way. It's just that I'm liable to be like that when I'm at home sick on Saturday night writing papers. I've actually enjoyed myself often, as well.
Oh and I got the confirmation letter from the GREs: I got that 800 on the quantitative and I also got a 6.0 (out of 6.0) on the analytical writing. One less thing that the colleges can reject me about.
But let's not think about that, but instead think about robots. Giant metal robots with googly eyes and flamethrower hands.
11/14/02
math=vacuum
So I took the GREs today. I didn't do too well on the verbal part - I got a 570. I did rock the face of the quantative - 800. (they're both out of 800) If this doesn't shake everyone's trust in standardized tests, I don't know what will. Now, that 800 doesn't really mean much since all of the math on the test isn't even college-level as far as I'm concerned, but whatever. It looks good on my grad school applications, which is why I took it.
I have a test tomorrow, but after that I'm planning on having a very nice weekend. You should, too.
11/06/02
There were once more temperate Novembers
So today I was busy but didn't get half of what I wanted to accomplish done. Part of the reason was continued mourning over the election, and also because my schedule (2 hours class, 2 hours nothing, 2 hours class, 2 hours nothing, 2 hours class, and look it's 8pm) doesn't make it very easy to get things done on Wednesdays. Oh well.
I would say something more about the election, but I'm sick of thinking about it. At least I decided that I don't have to hate the American people so much for it because a) The Democrats that were running against the Republicans were awful, for the most part and b) only 33% or so of the people who registered to vote did so, and the results were incredible close, which means that only 18% of the adults in the country who were registered to vote actually voted for Republicans. Not that this affects the fact that they're going to do terrible things, but it's not like everybody wants them to. Which is stil not good, but I'm trying really hard to see the sunny side and at least that's sad instead of evil.
11/06/02
...
We're fucked.
11/05/02
You xylulo no phylo
Man, I was all planning on trying to go to college in Boston, but you Massachusetts assholes had to go and elect Mitt Romney. I guess New York doesn't have it much better, but Pataki is more of a dufus than a baby-eater.
So, yeah, I drove back to Schenectady to vote, and I'm keeping a pretty good record of cursing whoever I vote for in big elections. I thought I lucked out with Hillary Clinton, but it turns out that she was replaced with an evil robot twin a while back, so scratch that.
I always talk about wanting to move to another country after elections, but that's not going to happen, appealing as Canada may be after watching Bowling for Columbine.
Anyway, I've been so goddamn crushed by work that the last thing I need to do is worry about elections. But I will. Because somehow, despite all the evidence to the contrary, I still feel like they might matter...
That said, for my congressman, I decided to vote for nobody instead of that fucking piece of shit who calls himself Mike McNulty.
11/04/02
so give me a name for your hair down
*ahem*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
That is all.
11/02/02
numbers, numbers, numbers, I've got them all memorized
I really don't have much to say, but I figure that since I actually wrote in my diary the last two days, I might have a chance at doing it regularly again. Not only did not much happen today, I didn't even leave my damn apartment. I got up, took a shower, reread a lot of Anarchism by Guerin, listened to records, and read old Boondocks comics. Not a bad day, but not an exciting one.
If I can waste a whole day inside and not own a television, I think it's best that I never buy one.
11/01/02
Self-satisfied smug-rock nation
Jen and I saw Bowling for Columbine tonight. That wasn't the original plan: we were going to go see Jonah's Onelinedrawing at Saratoga Winners, but we found out that the show was $12, Jonah wasn't the headliner, and Thursday was, which meant that it would be twelve dollars to see Jonah for about half an hour and then hurrying the heck out of there before we had to listen to Thursday. Thus the movie, which was good. I don't want to get into "The Trap", though. The Trap is my name for that feeling that right-wingers get when they watch Fox News and the feeling that left-wingers get when they read Common Dreams. It's that feeling that the small amount of information that we've just received proves, without any subtleties or reservations, that one particular policy is the solution for problems far broader and more complex that what has been presented. So yeah, he makes a good point about the influence of the media in instilling the fear that leads to a culture of fear and violence, but how often did that six-year-old in Flint watch the news and how much of it did he understand? If popular culture is to blame, how can that apply to someone who is not targeted by that culture? He points out that the news in Canada doesn't spend as much time reporting on murders and violence and uses that as an idication of a different focus for their reporters, but five minutes earlier he was talking about Canada's low murder rate; the direction of causality isn't really clear to me there.
I'm not saying that he's wrong or that it should be ignored, I'm just saying that it's important to avoid being taken in completely by a view.... That said I thought it was great.
10/31/02
Boo.
Did you have a spoooooky Halloween? I fucking didn't. Not one horrible thing happened to me: no zombie attack, no hauntings, no monster bites, nothing. My iBook tried to help out and unblessed its OS 9 system folder, but it's just not the same. It would have been an all right regular day, but it's kind of disappointing as Halloweens go. Oh well.
10/24/02
ack.
If you've sent me an email to which I haven't responded, I'm sorry. I haven't responded to very many at all lately, and it's not because I don't like you. I'll get to them once they're chronologically inappropriate.
So yeah, I've been busy.
10/10/02
Votes for murder
Fuck you, Tom Daschle, you spineless piece of shit. I don't think I can ever vote for another Democrat. When it comes down to a simple choice between right and wrong, they cave. They don't stand for anything anymore.
10/07/02
I suggest you keep your cards to your chest
"The people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." - Hermann Goering9/29/2
you're alone in a tower
I'm troubled by Brussels sprouts. I've been eating them lately, and it seems like there's a separate set of English language rules regarding them, with which I'm completely unfamiliar. That "s" at the end of Brussels isn't a typo, for example. Also, on the package, it says that a serving is "6 Brussels." A quantum of Brussles sprouts is a Brussel, or a Brussels, I'm not sure which. I'm thinking that's one sprout, but I'm not going to make any assumptions with these things.
Otherwise, I've just been doing a lot of homework and wishing I wasn't.
9/21/2
all the songs you hear
If you're wondering what it was that totally rocked your face yesterday, it was the tofu cheesecake I made miles away. No doubt.
In case you're curious, no, I'm not dead. I've just been neglecting my diary. It's a hobby that I picked up this year.
I've had classes, lots of em. They're not bad so far. My physics one is getting to be a lot of work and my asian philosophies one is a lot of reading (as is ethics, but that seems like less because I'm not behind in it). I'll survive, though, yes I will.
I tried to force myself to read through all of Bush's "first-strike doctrine" but I kept wanting to punch things, so I figured that it was rubbing off on me and I stopped. It takes a special kind of lunatic to make Saddam Hussein look like the reasonable one. I just keep thinking about the worst case scenario - the US actually starts bombing Iraq, and does it unilaterally... If Bush does succeed and replaces Hussein with another oil exectutive like Karzai, what'll happen? Hatred and oil, I guess. Unless Congress asserts it's Constitutional right to be the body that decides when we go to war (and even if they do, it doesn't mean they'll do the right thing), we're fucked.
9/10/2
fur and fangs
I know that everybody's supposed to be busy not forgetting right now, but I'd rather talk about the spider that scared me today.
I was in my optics class and this ugly spider crawled up onto the table. I thought that it was a fly walking backwards at first (I mean it when I say it was ugly), but then I saw the fangs and such. I tried to ignore it, figuring that it would just do its own thing and I could just get back to class. It nonchalantly wandered across the table towards me and stopped. It stared at me for a little bit and then pounced at me. It landed on my chair and it took everything I had to not scream like a little girl and run out of the room. Despite the fact that I try to avoid harming animals, I take exception to ones that try to bite me and I flicked it away to who knows where. It's either dead or plotting revenge.
8/26/2
what came before
Well, classes started again, so I guess it's time that I stop neglecting my diary. I know that's silly since much more interesting things happen during the summer and when I go back to school I generally write stuff like, "nothing interesting happened in school today, unlike all of the great stuff that happened over the summer that I never mentioned." That said...
I had my first class of the semester today. At 6pm. My schedule is a little odd. But having my first class be anarchism is appropriate. And that's all I'll talk about class for now.
I can't believe that I'm this tired at midnight. Blech.
I don't know; there really hasn't been too much happening lately that's very interesting or I care to write about. I've been kinda sick the past few days, but that's neither interesting or something I really want to dwell on more since I spent all of Saturday inside with a box of tissues and a bottle of Tylenol dwelling on it.
I discovered recently that the campus computer store actually has very good educational discounts on software that I needed/wanted so today I bought Adobe Photoshop Elements 2.0 (the OS X compatible on) for $45, and backordered OS 10.2 for $69 and Office for OS X for $195. Which is still a lot for someone who hasn't had a job all summer, but it's not as much as retail, I guess.
It's sad that on my first diary entry of the new semester I already sunk so low that I'm talking about my computer. Oh well.
You'll notice that I didn't mention the week-long family reunion I went to a few weeks ago (see?). Trust me, it's for the best.
I have mentioned going out with Jen, which is also for the best. Yay for a month and a half together so far!
I'm going to bed - I've got another big day (I love that expression - it sounds so hopeful and childish) ahead of me tomorrow - two new classes, a trip back to Schenectady and who knows what else. Night night.
8/8/2
if you really want to organize the garbage...
Jen and I saw the Naysayer and Sophie Drinker at the Flywheel last night and it was pretty good - I have pictures, but not the time to put the up at the moment. As of tomorrow morning, I'll be down in Maryland at a family reunion, so that's why I won't be responding to emails (as opposed to my normal forgetful/lazy excuse for not answering emails). So there's that.
Please don't invade anybody while I'm away, Mr. President.
7/23/2
Golly gosh
Man, I've been really shitty to my diary lately, sorry. It's not that nothing has been happening, lots of things have been happening, but at the end of the day I haven't felt like writing about it. So I still won't go into everything, but you know, stuff has happened, and it's been pretty much good. Going out with Jen has been good, even though I've never ever been the going-out-with-a-girl type. I've still be able to chill, though - maybe not as much as I would like, but there are only so many hours in a day. But anyway it's all good. Chaim Potok died today, which isn't good, and neither is the fact that we very well might go to war with Iraq based soley on the fact that they're arabs and we could get away with it. That's not good. But my personal life has been going well, which is what diaries are about.
7/13/2
Oh
If you're wondering about the reason that I haven't updated my diary in a month and have seemed sort of out of it in general, we kissed for the first time tonight.
6/13/2
with the weathaarrrrr
So this is the first diary entry written from my room in the new apartment. This is going to be my first night sleeping here, which will hopefully go well. It's not like I'm bad at sleeping.
Zak came back yesterday! We chilled. We went to see Spider-Man, which neither of us had seen yet. I never really read superhero comic books back in the day, so I can't say anything from the nostalgia perspective, but I thought it was kinda fun.
I'm really trying to see the professor that I had hoped to work with over the summer. I've stopped by his office I-don't-know-how-many times in the past couple of weeks, but I haven't found him yet. I'm really trying hardcore tomorrow, though. Victory will be mine.
6/11/2
thanks, boss
I'm almost all moved into the apartment now. I have a bed there as of today, and all I really need to be able to live there is clothes and dishes, and I could do that in one car trip, so now it's just a matter of whenever I want to go. But that's not right now because Zak is (hopefully) coming back tomorrow. Rock.
On my radio show the other day I hit the dump button on the broadcast delay (censoring thingie) and cut three seconds out of a Belle and Sebastian song because I misheard the word "frock" as something else... I read the lyrics beforehand, but you know, better safe than sorry when $10,000 fines are involved, I guess...
Today, the president said in a speech that, "evil is evil." I'm glad he cleared that up. All this time I was thinking it was toasty.
6/9/2
cross the line and it's...
So I haven't updated this in nine days eh? Oh well.
Today I just got back from going up into the Adirondacks with my dad and stepmom and aunt and uncle. Now, I wasn't sure what to expect of the place we were staying (my aunt and uncle go there a lot for their work, as the place is leased by their company for conferences and the like), but I certainly wasn't expecting to have a robber baron's log mansion all to ourselves. The place is called Eagle Nest and it was owned first by William Durant and then by Walter Hochschild. It was one of the most amazing places in which I ever slept. It has 17 fireplaces and a boat house that dwarfs my actual house. And, of course, it's filled with ghosts. It took 60 people two years to build, the kids of the plutocrats who lived their had playmates flown in from New York City so they would be properly socialized with the right society, and has been meticulously cared for for seventy years, and now I stayed there. Nothing really is sacred any more, is it?
I still haven't completely moved into the new apartment yet, but it's getting there. I figure I might as well take my time, which has also been my attitude about getting a job. Nyah.
Zak gets home on Wednesday! If everything goes according to plan, anyway.
5/31/2
Magnetize your kittens!
Basically, I played video games and read all day. So I won't bore you with the details.
5/30/2
I mean a maaaracle
I've been bored, but I'm not quite tired of being bored. Sure I'd rather be doing something, but this is better than a lot of other things, I guess. I will see about getting a job soon, though. I swear...
I got ripped off getting my car inspected the other day. The guy talked me into what turned out to be $300 of completely useless things by making it sound like my car absolutely needed them to not die. I went along because I don't really know anything about cars and I didn't really know what had been done to my car lately. So shit. Just for reference, if somebody tells you that you need to have your radiator fluid changed and a tune-up, the correct response is not "ok," nor is it "let me think about it." The correct response is to punch him in the face.
Hmmhmm hopefully I'll be going to a show on Sunday, which will at least mean I'll get out of my house for something other than going to someone else's house. Which, again, I don't mind, but still.
And Jesus Christ I hope this works out...
5/27/2
For a little while
So sleepy! I don't know why! It's barely midnight, too.
I had my radio show today, and almost played a song with a naughty word, but thank goodness for the broadcast delay... naughty Jonah! Saying "shit" in a song but not in the lyrics! Oh well.
Someone called in and liked the Lucksmiths songs that I played, and that makes me happy.
Has anyone seen my Will There be Time for Tea? CD? I can't seem to find it...
I've recently started a policy of not speeding. No particular reason, really, but it seems like something that I should try. It's not like I've ever been a big speed demon or anything; I pretty much drove like an old lady already. But I've found something: speeding doesn't save you any time on roads with traffic lights. The triggered ones change so often that it's a toss-up whether or not you get stopped or not, so there's no point in speeding up to it, and the timed ones, especially on the longer roads where it would matter, are usually timed so that speeding just means you'll get more red lights. On route seven I've noticed that the people who speed actually slow me down: they zoom ahead and stop at the light, and then I have to slow down for them to accelerate when it turns green. Basically, they're throwing away gas to go a little slower and have the opportunity to get a speeding ticket. The moral: slow down, or you'll make me mad. Unless you're on the Thruway or Turnpike or something, in which case go ahead.
5/26/2
and would I then be the king of time?
Whenever I'm away from my diary from a long time, I always mention two things: how it feels that after a long absence, I should say something important and interesting, and how I won't say such things because I'd have to make them up. So again.
School is over for the summer now and I'm just chilling at home before moving in with Teresa in Troy at the beginning of June. Hopefully I'll be working at one of the labs on campus during the summer, but to tell you the truth, I'm thoroughly enjoying being totally useless right now.
My grades last semester were ok - two As, a B and a C. The C was in quantum mechanics and the B was in electromagnetic theory. The As were in the classes I actually enjoyed. Next semester, I'll be taking three philosophy classes and an optics class, so if I complain about school then, you can feel free to punch me.
And, as I've mentioned all over this site, I have a new computer now! CompUSA got really tired of the fact that my warranty required them to keep fixing my PowerBook every time that it got bored and ate its display cable as that model was inclined to do, so instead of spending another thousand dollars on parts and labor like the last three times it happened, they gave me a new iBook which is a lot better than Ted, the old computer. So now I have Timothy (the new computer), who can actually run OS X, and I've found that I actually like OS X now. It was just too slow to use before, but now I think it's pretty.
The other day I was pretty upset when I broke my favorite camera and then found out that my favorite camera store (Reale's) went out of business when I took it there to get it fixed. Then I found out how to fix it myself, which I guess is good since it was free, but I still miss Reale's...
Rather than go over every little thing that has happened over the past month, I'll just summarize it as I went to a lot of shows, chilled a lot, became generally happy again, and there's this girl.
That's pretty much everything.
I have to figure out what to play on my radio show now. It got kind of harder now that it's an hour and a half, but I think that's because I'm still thinking that I have to play only new things, but I can really play whatever I like. I've been doing more of that anyway, but I always still FEEL that I should be playing more new things. On that note, I feel like I'm getting old because I'm finding less and less new bands that I really like. I mean, I'll find some from time to time that I'll enjoy, but the only new band that has really knocked my proverbial socks off this year was Life Without Buildings. Maybe I'm just getting harder to impress?
5/1/2
Please lift a hand, I'm only a person
So remember those last three times when my PowerBook's screen started going crazy and I was computerless for a month while the people at CompUSA banged rocks together and put crystal pyramids and goat entrails on it before realizing that they just had to do what they did last time? Time number four! Hooray! Apparently, mine isn't the only one that does this: there are lots of people. I brought it to CompUSA today. I like how every time I go there, they have a different policy for what proof I need of my warranty. This time the guy said I need the origial recipt. I said I didn't have it with me. He looked it up in the computer and printed me out a recipt. I gave him said recipt. He took the PowerBook. That was fun. So I'm typing this on my mom's laptop and the keyboard feels weird and the screen is different and I don't have BBEdit because I'm on a PC. Suck suck suck.
Today I had my last class though, so that's good. I got the new Flashpapr album, and that's good, too. So it's not all bad. This Saturday, I'm going to go on another adventure and see K./The Malarkies/Masters of the Hemisphere/Princeton Reverbs at Keene College in New Hampshire. Hopefully. I know I said I'd get lost when I went to Colgate last Saturday and I ended up not even making a wrong turn and getting there three hours too early, but I still think I'll get lost because I've never actually been to New Hampshire before. Never ever once in my life. Not even going through. I wonder what color the air is there.
And on Sunday I'm going to Parkfest and Mark is coming back to town and it will be cool to see him again. I wonder if LA did anything to him...
Oh, and of course when I brought the Powerbook in, it wouldn't do the crazy screen thing to show the guy what's wrong. It's like a little kid who starts acting like he's all better when he's at the doctor's office and you tell him he's going to get a shot. Not fooling anybody.
I had a dream last night that I made a pillow case, Which is weird and not very creative because my head was resting on one at the time, but this one was cool because it looked like the cover of Genealogies by the Secret Stars and also had a grey racing stripe on the side and was fuzzy. So now I know what my dream pillow case looks like.
4/26/2
the golden age of aviation never lost it's muster
Alright - Nick's going on a trip to central New York to see Ted Leo. Let's make a list!
- Shoddy directions? Check!
- Unsure climate? Check!
- Unknown destination? Check!
- Unaware of how long it takes to get there? Check!
- No one to call in case I get lost? Check!
Oh yeah, this is one of my trips for sure!
But that's why it's fun!
4/22/2
what do window sills represent?
I was totally planning on giving blood today. I totally wasn't planning on coming back from my 8am class and falling asleep until about four in the afternoon. So I missed it. Oops.
I'm teaching high school kids tomorrow. For real this time, they're gonna be there. Or else.
I'm also going to go see Ted Leo at Colgate on Saturday, even though it means driving there three and a half hours and then driving back the same amount.
4/21/2
watch it all dissolve into a single second
Yay for spending a weekend on homework and not finishing the homework by Sunday night. It's almost done. I just have to write an essay and finish two out of the three problems on the quantum assignment. Maybe I should take that back. I feel bad 'cause I made fun of Ariel for liking ska (implicitly, anyway). Sorry. =) I still think that since there are so many things that are more pleasant to listen to (car horns, the mating of stray cats, snoring old men), spending time on greasy hoodlums is inappropriate.
I'm not helping.
Back to work!
4/18/2
we always feel sorry
This and this are examples of what happens when I have scrap paper and no more desire to study for my Thermodynamics exam tomorrow.
4/16/2
securely under water
Aaa. That's me screaming. I got up super early for no reason today, because I was planning on teaching high school kids, but after I got to the lab and waited around for 45 minutes I realized that the high school is on vacation this week, so they weren't coming in. Then I had an exam in EM theory and pretty much got my ass kicked. I tried, I should get a good amount of partial credit, but I didn't actually get anything right, I don't think. And now I have to do this assignment for quantum mechanics that, as it turns out, is absolutely fucking impossible. Our book has a system for judging the difficulty of problems: no stars is easy, one star is tricky, two stars is difficult, and three stars in exceptionally difficult. Normally the homework will be three or four two star problems, but this one is one two star and two three stars. And instead of two weeks to do it, he gave us three days. Fucking bastard. I don't know what the hell to do, there's no way that I can devote enough time to it since I spent the last couple of days preparing for the EM test, and now I have about an hour before I fall into a fucking coma from lack of sleep, and all I've done is get a little start on the first problem and stared at the other two and couldn't even think of an intelligent reason to put pen to paper. AND I can't go to the Fugazi show tomorrow night because I have a Thermodynamics test Friday morning at eight. And somewhere in all this I have to write a huge goddamn paper on a book I haven't even read yet. So that's me right now.
4/16/2
Lord, lord, it's hot!
It's was 90 degrees in Troy today and it's still above 80 in my room. The weather is like a litte kid who discovered a new trick: "oh, hot! that's lovely dear, now go play." and then he does the same thing over and over until you want to strangle him.
I've gots me a test tomorrow, and I really have to do well on it. So wish me luck, even though I'm not going to sleep because it's hot and I have to teach at 8am.
4/15/2
What's this lacking?
Gah! Homework homework homework! I finished this homework, now I'll do that homework, and maybe after that I'll start this other homework! Freedom is grand.
At least the weather is beautiful.
4/14/2
and again!
That show last night was really good, too. And again, I have a lot of homework left to do, and guess what? it's quantum mechanics again. Maybe it could be nice to have constant things like that, but ugh. The professor decided that we must finish the book by the end of the semester, even though the book is designed to be taken over two semesters. I don't like him.
4/10/2
somewhere between a waste and the best place I've ever been
So that was probably one of the most amazing shows of my life. More later, I've got quantum mechanics homework to do...
4/9/2
Start blind
The quantum test didn't go too badly. There were three problems and I nailed the first and the last ones and ran out of time on the middle one. It kind of sucks because I knew that I was running out of time, so I wrote down a bunch of stupid crap for partial credit just before he told us to stop writing, so now the grader is going to think I'm an idiot. No really, I don't think that stating the premise and the objective with one step in between qualifies as a proof, honest!
K. and Onelinedrawing tomorrow! I've been trying to force myself to do all of my homework today so that I don't have to work on it during the day tomorrow (or worse, when I get back from the show).
I teach high school students with lasers tomorrow morning at eight. Hopefully this won't lead to death or blindness.
4/7/2
Super supine
So I have a quantum mechanics test tomorrow. I really have to do well on this, so I really studied for it. I wish I could understand it better, but this is some hard shit, so I don't feel so bad. I just wish our book was better. It does that annoying thing where it has examples, but it doesn't actually work through them - what they're showing you is just supposed to follow from the set up, which means that if you don't already know how to do it, you can't figure it out. Too bad our instructor never works through anything either. I'm just complaining, sorry. It should really be ok, and all I want out of that class is a C, hopefully I can do that.
I picked Teresa up at the airport today, and I timed it oh so well. I pulled up as she stepped out the door. I rock.
Onelinedrawing and K. on Wednesday, Onelinedrawing and K. on Wednesday...
4/6/2
ugh
Remember, gotta set our clocks forward lest our candle supplies dwindle!
I actually did some homework today, even though it's a Saturday and I didn't feel like it. How did I get myself to do it? I have a Quantum Mechanics test on Monday, and compared to that, EM Theory homework is like procrastinating.
I'm in far too good a mood for the circumstances, but whatever. It can't hurt.
4/4/2
all those prying eyes
So one of my pictures got selected as a finalist in the school photo competition and of course out of the three I submitted, they picked the one that I cared about the least. Just like last year. Oh well.
I'm on total school-is-kicking-my-ass-and-it's-not-acting-like-it's-getting-tired overdrive. Not fun.
I'm planning on going to a lot of mid-week shows soon. Contrast with previous line. This is how I stay sane.
4/2/2
Agh!
GODDAMNIT! The show tonight is cancelled! Why is it that whenever I plan on going to anything in Tivoli, they give up?
4/1/2
a few friends in common and a couple bands
Another Monday, another long run of classes and another radio show. The show went ok, except for a few technical difficulties (one of the CD decks refused to play when I hit the button on the board and I took it out of program (being in program lets it play on the air) to play around with it to get it working again and forgot to put it back in when I was done, so there was a bit of silence while I tried to figure out what was wrong). Wow, nested parenthesis, I'm disorganized today.
So I think I'm going to go to the show tomorrow night, despite the fact that I have to be up at 8am the next day and despite the fact that I have absolutely no idea how to get there. Details, details.
3/31/2
a new month almost
So today I got a lot of work done. I finally finished my quantum mechanics assignment, and it might even be done decently enough to get a decent grade. For once the equations behaved like they were supposed to and I even made graphs that looked like they were supposed to. And I read part III of Thus Spoke Zarathustra in one sitting. So now I just have to do my work for Tuesday and Wednesday because I really really want to be able to go see Dan Littleton and Tara Jane ONeil in Tivoli on Tuesday.
Today I had a really simple dinner - just rice and spinach, but for some reason, it seemed like the best thing I've ever eaten. I don't really know why. Maybe I'm not getting enough iron.
I'm sleepy.
3/31/2
GRR
When I said I didn't like how quiet it was here, I didn't mean it literally. Now the guy in the building next to me is blaring "The Edge" before 8 in the morning and the guy across the hall didn't quit with his fucking metal until 2am. Fucking rude, tasteless assholes.
3/30/2
eh
On the whole, I would have been just as well off had today not happened. Not worse, not better, just the same. It's quiet here, and I don't like it.
3/28/2
some times, it's worth it
I got this in the mail today:
Hi Nick,So I guess all that time I spent writing music reviews wasn't a total waste. This makes me happy.
I discovered your web site a while back when it was mentioned on Memepool (I think), and have enjoyed checking back every so often since then. After reading your explaination of why you don't review music anymore I wanted to let you know that I'm really grateful for the reviews you've done and appreciate the time you put into them. I'm sure I'd feel uneasy if what started out as something simple turned into a situation where there was a sense of obligation and some people were upset (which makes no sense to me, having read the reviews). Sheesh, I guess no good deed goes unpunished, as they say. It makes perfect sense why you wouldn't want to deal with it -- neither would I.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that because of you I've been lucky enough to add some all-time favorites to my all-important music collection, including the Brittle Stars, Kitty Kraft, Jets to Brazil, Built to Spill, and One Star. Most of all, though, I will always owe you a huge thanks for introducing me to Ida -- their stuff has blown me totally away and continues to keep me company through all of the wonderful, frustrating, weird, boring, crappy, insightful, and just kinda so-so days of my life in the surreal 21st century.
So: T H A N K Y O U.
I wish all the best for you at RPI and in the future, and look forward to continuing my visits to the Big Orange Crayon.
--Tom
As far as class goes today, we had the extra special Wednesday edition of EM Theory, which means it's the two hour one as opposed to one on Mondays and Thursdays. Now, I always thought I was doing badly in that class because I could only get the right answers about half of the time, but I think I was just overestimating what was expected. We had an in class activity (read: problem to solve) and I got it more or less right, and the professor seemed shocked/impressed/surprised...
After class and stuff, I went to the radio station to the work party (to get some work hours in so I can keep my show) and hung out for a bit. It was fun, people there are nice, so yay.
I had to read a lot of Nietzsche again tonight, but it's finished and I can go to bed now. So yay.
3/27/2
I don't think this is love
So it's three in the morning and I'm up again. Why? Because some asshole decided that he was going to play some goddamn video game from one until at least now. If you're going to play Quake all night, at least have the decency to be ashamed of your pathetic ass and keep other people from finding out.
3/26/2
Clalss
There's a line in "Sing" by Karate that starts, "if CRASS calls the Clash 'the Cash'" and I realized today that my tounge is incapable of saying it. Not five times fast or one time slow, it just doesn't come out. I don't know if that's important or not.
So I signed the lease for the apartment with Teresa tonight and payed the deposit and my half of the first month's rent. So, we're actually doing this! I'm not only going to be out of this dorm, but I'll actually be in someplace fairly nice next year. So yay!
The rest of the day has been trying to get my EM Theory homework done. I guess it's not going too badly. There's this one that keeps coming out all stupid, but that's ok.
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