My favorite part:
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2004-11-30
CNN.com - Why 'He's Just Not That Into You' - Nov 29, 2004
CNN.com - Why 'He's Just Not That Into You' - Nov 29, 2004
My favorite part:
My favorite part:
2004-11-29
I Won't Stand in Your Way - Stray Cats
I, I got a low down dirty feeling
That I've been cheated on, and lied to
If it's so then it's wrong, we've hung on for so long
Why don't we have that magic anymore
I got a strange sneaking suspicion
That it's been going on for some time now
Something shines in your eyes, something stirs deep inside
I won't stand in your way anymore
You said that I'm just a little guy
Who's easily led astray
Well aren't you the same little girl
Who alway gets her way
That I've been cheated on, and lied to
If it's so then it's wrong, we've hung on for so long
Why don't we have that magic anymore
I got a strange sneaking suspicion
That it's been going on for some time now
Something shines in your eyes, something stirs deep inside
I won't stand in your way anymore
You said that I'm just a little guy
Who's easily led astray
Well aren't you the same little girl
Who alway gets her way
All in me
So some of that may have been a bit harsh. I really need(ed) to blow off some steam, and start letting the emotions out.
Because there are a lot.
What's also fun is the number of people who will say, "I told you so." Or the people who could and should, but won't. I can hear them saying it in their voices in my head, even if I won't ever actually hear it.
I just want to sleep for like three years.
Because there are a lot.
What's also fun is the number of people who will say, "I told you so." Or the people who could and should, but won't. I can hear them saying it in their voices in my head, even if I won't ever actually hear it.
I just want to sleep for like three years.
I won't stand in your way
I always wondered how this would play out.
Now I know.
He's going to be there. Or rather, I should say, he is there.
I went over to their apartment today, after work, to hang out with Shelley for a while, since she was all alone and we hadn't seen each other in like a week or so. During the course of the conversation, she let it out that Sean was flying down to spend a few days with Lilie, and that's why she was down there so long - the wedding was Saturday.
I didn't know that. I really had no idea. Shelley was sure Lilie had told me, because "that's all she's been talking about for so long".
Nope. Never came up. Not that I blame her, of course - it's not like that was a popular topic of conversation for the two of us.
But then again, it did come up a few times. Most notably, a week ago. No mention there.
Shelley also mentioned that there was the possibility of him moving in with them (her). That's good to know.
I'm curious if she would ever have told me.
I know now that things are over between us. I feel used. I don't know if she really did use me, or it was subconscious...
No, wait. Fuck that.
Here's some choice snippets from our conversation last week, the night after I attempted to end things between us:
I really hope they have the fucking time of their lives and move in and get married and spend the rest of their fucking lives together.
I keep oscillating back and forth between indifference, betrayal, and anger.
I can understand her never mentioning this. To a point. But for her to care about me as much as she said, and acted, like she did, I don't buy it.
Fuck it. This is really all my fault. I remember when I first asked her out... she told me that she was sort of seeing someone. But we still kissed. And she initiated the making-out the first time. And I'm fairly certain that by then, she knew about now. Definitely when we had the above conversation. It's one thing to dislike having to deal with reality, it's another to lead someone on you care about in this manner. I really don't know what I'm going to say to her when she gets back. I wonder if she's going to tell me anything - I asked Shelley not to tell her that she told me, because I want to know if/when (but mainly if) she was/is going to tell me. On one hand, it's none of my business - she's an adult, and whatever she wants to do with her life and her time is certainly her choice. On the other hand, she said she cares about me. We had... something. Part of me really feels like she was just stringing me on until now. It really comes down to - why didn't she tell me? How could she keep going with all of this, knowing what was about to transpire?
The next few days will be very interesting.
I'm not that afraid of being alone again - I've been basically alone since Minday. There was a brief interlude with Suzie, but that was, well, WEIRD. INCREDIBLY WEIRD at that. There were a few dates - Sara (1 date, until she found out I was an atheist), Heather (not really, since we were always just friends anyway)... that's about it.
But I think that's one of the reasons I was willing to put up with this situation - being desperately lonely will do strange things to you.
But it's not worth betrayal. Never.
Now I know.
He's going to be there. Or rather, I should say, he is there.
I went over to their apartment today, after work, to hang out with Shelley for a while, since she was all alone and we hadn't seen each other in like a week or so. During the course of the conversation, she let it out that Sean was flying down to spend a few days with Lilie, and that's why she was down there so long - the wedding was Saturday.
I didn't know that. I really had no idea. Shelley was sure Lilie had told me, because "that's all she's been talking about for so long".
Nope. Never came up. Not that I blame her, of course - it's not like that was a popular topic of conversation for the two of us.
But then again, it did come up a few times. Most notably, a week ago. No mention there.
Shelley also mentioned that there was the possibility of him moving in with them (her). That's good to know.
I'm curious if she would ever have told me.
I know now that things are over between us. I feel used. I don't know if she really did use me, or it was subconscious...
No, wait. Fuck that.
Here's some choice snippets from our conversation last week, the night after I attempted to end things between us:
| mrbinkyjackalope: And it was becoming too much like an actual 'relationship' mrbinkyjackalope: and there were times when I'd forget that we weren't together. mrbinkyjackalope: That's fun. TigrLily69: =/ TigrLily69: Sometimes I forget a little bit too... |
| TigrLily69: I guess I've just gotten comfortable with us the way we are... mrbinkyjackalope: Were you? TigrLily69: I liked it. |
| mrbinkyjackalope: How does that square with having a boyfriend, though? mrbinkyjackalope: And "I don't know" doesn't count. TigrLily69: |
| mrbinkyjackalope: Can I ask you something fairly personal that I've always been curious about? What is y'all's situation? If you don't want to answer, feel free to say so - I won't be offended. TigrLily69: It's...we're together, but because it's long distance...forgive the repeating, but it seems kinda surreal, I guess. It's hard to explain... mrbinkyjackalope: I mean, how would you feel if he had something like what we have going on? TigrLily69: mrbinkyjackalope: You have? TigrLily69: I just...I dunno, I like being close to you, you're sweet and you're good to me, and you're...comfortable, I guess, for lack of better word. |
| mrbinkyjackalope: You just "accidentally" act like we're a couple? TigrLily69: hell, anyone's gonna be confused BY me, I confuse myself half the time, but I'm not TRYING to confuse anyone, specially you. |
| mrbinkyjackalope: You have no idea how strong the desire is to just ask you to forget I ever brought it up and go back to the way things were. TigrLily69: TigrLily69: I'll forget you said anything if you want me to. |
| mrbinkyjackalope: I just don't want to have to feel bad for kissing you. Or for making out with you. Or looking into your eyes and hoping you feel, in some small way, the same thing I do, even if you don't or can't say it or whatever. mrbinkyjackalope: Crap. mrbinkyjackalope: I keep typing things I want to say but don't intend to, just to get them down, and then hit enter before I have a chance to delete them. TigrLily69: I understand though... TigrLily69: And I told you from the start, it's not that I don't, it's that I shouldn't. TigrLily69: And it's cause you type too fast, ya big oaf. ^^ |
| mrbinkyjackalope: What is it you want from me? TigrLily69: I don't KNOW... mrbinkyjackalope: Especially when you end up with your head like *right next* to mine, like, right there? TigrLily69: I just want things to be comfortable... mrbinkyjackalope: What does that mean? TigrLily69: I dunno, I've been comfortable with you with the way things were...but apparently you weren't, so that probably isn't the best solution. |
| TigrLily69: |
| TigrLily69: |
| mrbinkyjackalope: 1 point for you. TigrLily69: woohoo, I have a point. mrbinkyjackalope: Spend it wisely. TigrLily69: what can I get with it? mrbinkyjackalope: My undying affection? Sorry, out of stock. mrbinkyjackalope: Um.... TigrLily69: pfft. mrbinkyjackalope: A penguin? mrbinkyjackalope: That'd be cool. TigrLily69: nah. mrbinkyjackalope: Octopus? mrbinkyjackalope: I really have no idea. mrbinkyjackalope: You caught me off guard. TigrLily69: hehe TigrLily69: I like the sound of undying affection. mrbinkyjackalope: It'd be a lot easier of it was reciprocated at all... ;) TigrLily69: pfft, it is. TigrLily69: You doubt that? |
I really hope they have the fucking time of their lives and move in and get married and spend the rest of their fucking lives together.
I keep oscillating back and forth between indifference, betrayal, and anger.
I can understand her never mentioning this. To a point. But for her to care about me as much as she said, and acted, like she did, I don't buy it.
Fuck it. This is really all my fault. I remember when I first asked her out... she told me that she was sort of seeing someone. But we still kissed. And she initiated the making-out the first time. And I'm fairly certain that by then, she knew about now. Definitely when we had the above conversation. It's one thing to dislike having to deal with reality, it's another to lead someone on you care about in this manner. I really don't know what I'm going to say to her when she gets back. I wonder if she's going to tell me anything - I asked Shelley not to tell her that she told me, because I want to know if/when (but mainly if) she was/is going to tell me. On one hand, it's none of my business - she's an adult, and whatever she wants to do with her life and her time is certainly her choice. On the other hand, she said she cares about me. We had... something. Part of me really feels like she was just stringing me on until now. It really comes down to - why didn't she tell me? How could she keep going with all of this, knowing what was about to transpire?
The next few days will be very interesting.
I'm not that afraid of being alone again - I've been basically alone since Minday. There was a brief interlude with Suzie, but that was, well, WEIRD. INCREDIBLY WEIRD at that. There were a few dates - Sara (1 date, until she found out I was an atheist), Heather (not really, since we were always just friends anyway)... that's about it.
But I think that's one of the reasons I was willing to put up with this situation - being desperately lonely will do strange things to you.
But it's not worth betrayal. Never.
2004-11-26
Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off so discourteously
I need to break this habit of only posting once a week or so. The feeling of having to "catch up" is annoying.
So.
Friday went okay. Well, not really. We'll get to that. Lilie came over and we tried to decide what to do with the evening. Janelle mentioned that she was going to play in the orchestra that night for a production of Romeo & Juliet, so we decided to go watch it. Lilie has a fondness for high school drama, having been in it herself, and I have a fondness for her. So we went and watched it. It was... interesting. Sterling's little sister was Juliet, opposite Nathaniel Thurman, the guy from The Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged. U g s bi usw U q a fiubf ri vew j yo qurg gwe k rwe rg r bufgr, It went okay. I guess. Lilie felt our drama department was sorely lacking, and I'm not inclined to argue that point. The musical, which is put on by the choir, should be a lot better. In fact, I think I'll be going to that - they're doing You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I might even invite Lilie to watch it with me. We'll see.
So we came back here and chilled for a bit, then she had to go. That's when it happened.
U g sb;r ew kkt rgiyfgr viyr vew jubf yo qurg gwe ub qgukwm bs swduburwkt susb;r ok b ib siubf ur rg r bufgr, Ur hyar aier id x nw iyr qgukw qw qwew wnve xubf ub deibr id gwe x e, U arukk dwwk ew kkt v s viyr ur U susb;r si cwet fiis hiv id a tubf qg r ur q a U nw brm bs U jbiq agw q ab;r dikkiqubf nt ub bw e nvkubfa, U sus aier id oyag gwe v xj kurrkw qgwb agw q a arukk giksubf nw cwet xkiawm qguxg q a arwo ub rgw eufgr suewxruib, U riks gwe rg r U q a ruewsm rg r U xiyksb;r si ur btniew, U rgubj, U sib;r ew kkt ewnwnvwe qg r U a us, U sim rgiyfgm ewnwnvwe gwe ewaoibaw U sib;r q br rgubfa ri xg bfw, Qguxg awwnws jubs id dybbt ub o ubdyk q tm r rgw runw,
It was kind of weird, because the people across the street were packing up their car or something the whole time, and they eventually drove off. But anyway.
I was really miserable the next day - I had to work something like 12 - 5. Dave saw through my brilliant plan to get 50+ hours that week by having Adam come in for me 3 hours early on both Saturday and Sunday, which meant I got out at like 2, which was kinda cool. I just kinda hung around all day, then Lilie and I started talking on AIM that night.
U qib;r oiar rgw xibcwea ruib cwev runm vyr U qukk xicwe rgw gufg oiubra, U sus vwrrwe hiv id wzok ububf qgt U sus qg r U sus rg r ur dwkr rii nyxg kujw vwubf ub ewk ruibaguom rg r ur gyer ri vw ai xkiaw ri gwe bs twr birm rg r U diefir ainwrunwa rg r qw qwewb;r rifwrgwe, U kai agiqws gwe giq ri ew s rgw arydd qgwb ur;a qeurrwb kujw rgua tiy hyar agudr tiye g bsa ibw jwt ri rgw eufgr bs rtow qg r tiy aww, Ur;a g es ri wzok ubm vyr ur n jwa awbaw, U kai f cw gwe rgw h c oo rg r siwa ur yrin rux kktm ai agw x b ew s btrgubf U x b rtow kujw rgua, Biqm rgw ibkt ew aib ri xibrubyw siubf rgua ua vwx yaw id Agwkkwtm krgiyfg agw qib;r g cw ubrwebwr xxwaa die nibrg ie niewm ai U;n bir ayew, U;kk g cw ri aj Kukuw qg r agw rgubja,
btq t,
Ai qw r kjws few r sw k viyr iye aury ruib, U kw ebws kurrkw vur niewm vyr bir nyxgm viyr gwe bs Aw b, kk ub kkm ur q a cwet fiis xibcwea ruib, U sus aj gwem oiubr vk bjm viyr qg r qw agiyks si viyr iye aury ruib, Bir g bfubf iyr uab;r fiis usw l v xjubf idd ogtaux kkt ie awrrubf kunura Ij tm qw x b gyfm vyr x b;r juaa ie ainw ayxg rgubfa siwab;r qiej, Qw v aux kkt hyar swxusws ri fi qurg ur, U rgubj, U sus a tm r ibw oiubrm U;n bir fiubf ri oikifu w ud qw wbs yo n jubf iyr f ub, Agw ewokuws qurgm U bwcwe ajws tiy ri, U kai riks gwe viyr giq ruews U q a viyr ya wbsubf yo a s ie ub rw ea ie qg rwcwe qgwb qw sus kwr iyeawkcwa ubsykfw ub w xg irgwe, Rg r siwab;r awwn ri vw g oowbubf btniew wurgwe rgw duear o erm U nw b, U kai diybs rg r agw siwam ub d xrm kujw nw, U nw bm kujw nw kujw nw, Kujwm aier id giq U kujw gwe, U kq ta rgiyfgrm ie ayaowxrwsm vyr bwcwe jbwq, Ur;a kiq awkd warwwn rgubf, Tiy dubs ur cwet w at ri xibareyxr axwb euia ri wzok ub qgt owiokw sib;r kujw tiym vyr xr kujw rgwt si, Ur;a ainwrgubf U;s vwwb siubf qurg gwe die qgukw U rgiyfgr agw nufgr g cw kujws nwm vyr xiyksb;r wcwe xry kkt vwkuwcw ur,
U si biq,
Don't really remember much of Sunday, except that it started raining.
It kept raining Monday, and I used that an excuse to not go to my Probability test. I told him I was rained in, so I'll be taking it next Monday. I looked kind of funny - I was wearing my traditional black shorts and cotton single color t-shirt, listening to music on my gigantic headphones, in the pouring rain. I had to walk from the water tower parking lot to the music building. I ended up getting soaked. I don't mind, though - I love the rain. And my headphones didn't have any problems, either. As I was walking by Alkek, I saw a short girl wearing a spaghetti strap pink top that barely covered her breasts start running through the rain without an umbrella or any other substantial protection from the rain.
Opened Tuesday. I'm sure I did something else, but I don't recall what... Oh wait, I do. Lilie and I went and watched The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. The evening wasn't a total loss, though, as I did catch a major power nap during the movie. Before that, though, we ended up out at her house, so she could begin packing and on the off-chance that she was able to get the keys that evening and we could begin moving stuff in. I was supposed to get off at 2, but I had to stay late. They showed up, coincidentally, about 1:45 or so, and I told them to wait for me, 'cause I'd be getting off soon. They did, suprisingly enough. About 2:15, they left, which was suprising. Not that they left, but that they waited that long. Flattering, but suprising. Lilie did leave a note that they were going to sign the lease and what-not, so when I did get off, I joined them. From there, we went to her house. That whole narrative was a little backwards, but that's how I remembered it. Anyway, I finally saw her room, and met her mom, her step-father, and her son, Will. We played some with two little toys he had, both from The Incredibles.
Wednesday, I spent a good six hours or so helping Lilie move into her and Shelley's new apartment, on the south-bound access road north of Aquarena. We took one load from her house to the apartment, then went to the storage facility which was on RR12 just past my house, and took another load. After that, we took one final load, but without her car. We both kinda crashed for a bit after that, until Shelley, Shana, and Wayne showed up with Shelley's stuff. We got that up as well, then lay down for a while and watched The Princess Diaries. I had to leave before the end, though, to go to work.
There was a wasp or something on their window, and they both freaked out. I ended up having to kill it with a video cassette tape. It was... humorous.
Kukuw g a rgua gyfw xkiawrm bs qgwb qw qwew duear oyrrubf arydd ub urm agw ryebws bs juaaws nw, Rgwb agw riks nw rg r U fir rgw duear juaa ub rgw bwq o ernwbrm bs rg r Agwkkwt qiyks oeiv vkt fi ib rgubjubf rg r ur qiyks vw Xgeua, Ur kai x nw yo rg r qurg ya aowbsubf runw rifwrgwe ub rgw o ernwbrm bs bwurgwe id ya qukkubf ri fucw yo qg r qw g sm rg r Agwkkwt qiyks kw eb id ur r ibw runw ie birgwe,U rgubj U kai g cw b ubcur ruib ri xe ag rgwew ainwrunw, U n t hyar r jw rgwn yo ib rg r,
I was really tired, though. I had opened Tuesday, then taken that short nap during the movie. I actually went to sleep around 2 or so, but Luke called and we talked for a bit, then I went back to sleep. And Rose called - she was in major tears about some stuff going on with her roommate and their situation. I felt really bad, because I couldn't really offer any advice - this was completely beyond me and my experierence. I listened to her for over an hour or so, and she said that that did help. I finally went back to sleep, then Adam called at like 6:40 to ask me about opening the safe. He called again like an hour later to ask again. After that, I just stayed awake until 9:30 or so when Lilie and I got in communication about moving.
Thanksgiving was fun, but I'll get to that later - it's time for me to go to work.
So.
Friday went okay. Well, not really. We'll get to that. Lilie came over and we tried to decide what to do with the evening. Janelle mentioned that she was going to play in the orchestra that night for a production of Romeo & Juliet, so we decided to go watch it. Lilie has a fondness for high school drama, having been in it herself, and I have a fondness for her. So we went and watched it. It was... interesting. Sterling's little sister was Juliet, opposite Nathaniel Thurman, the guy from The Complete Works of Shakespeare, Abridged. U g s bi usw U q a fiubf ri vew j yo qurg gwe k rwe rg r bufgr, It went okay. I guess. Lilie felt our drama department was sorely lacking, and I'm not inclined to argue that point. The musical, which is put on by the choir, should be a lot better. In fact, I think I'll be going to that - they're doing You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I might even invite Lilie to watch it with me. We'll see.
So we came back here and chilled for a bit, then she had to go. That's when it happened.
U g sb;r ew kkt rgiyfgr viyr vew jubf yo qurg gwe ub qgukwm bs swduburwkt susb;r ok b ib siubf ur rg r bufgr, Ur hyar aier id x nw iyr qgukw qw qwew wnve xubf ub deibr id gwe x e, U arukk dwwk ew kkt v s viyr ur U susb;r si cwet fiis hiv id a tubf qg r ur q a U nw brm bs U jbiq agw q ab;r dikkiqubf nt ub bw e nvkubfa, U sus aier id oyag gwe v xj kurrkw qgwb agw q a arukk giksubf nw cwet xkiawm qguxg q a arwo ub rgw eufgr suewxruib, U riks gwe rg r U q a ruewsm rg r U xiyksb;r si ur btniew, U rgubj, U sib;r ew kkt ewnwnvwe qg r U a us, U sim rgiyfgm ewnwnvwe gwe ewaoibaw U sib;r q br rgubfa ri xg bfw, Qguxg awwnws jubs id dybbt ub o ubdyk q tm r rgw runw,
It was kind of weird, because the people across the street were packing up their car or something the whole time, and they eventually drove off. But anyway.
I was really miserable the next day - I had to work something like 12 - 5. Dave saw through my brilliant plan to get 50+ hours that week by having Adam come in for me 3 hours early on both Saturday and Sunday, which meant I got out at like 2, which was kinda cool. I just kinda hung around all day, then Lilie and I started talking on AIM that night.
U qib;r oiar rgw xibcwea ruib cwev runm vyr U qukk xicwe rgw gufg oiubra, U sus vwrrwe hiv id wzok ububf qgt U sus qg r U sus rg r ur dwkr rii nyxg kujw vwubf ub ewk ruibaguom rg r ur gyer ri vw ai xkiaw ri gwe bs twr birm rg r U diefir ainwrunwa rg r qw qwewb;r rifwrgwe, U kai agiqws gwe giq ri ew s rgw arydd qgwb ur;a qeurrwb kujw rgua tiy hyar agudr tiye g bsa ibw jwt ri rgw eufgr bs rtow qg r tiy aww, Ur;a g es ri wzok ubm vyr ur n jwa awbaw, U kai f cw gwe rgw h c oo rg r siwa ur yrin rux kktm ai agw x b ew s btrgubf U x b rtow kujw rgua, Biqm rgw ibkt ew aib ri xibrubyw siubf rgua ua vwx yaw id Agwkkwtm krgiyfg agw qib;r g cw ubrwebwr xxwaa die nibrg ie niewm ai U;n bir ayew, U;kk g cw ri aj Kukuw qg r agw rgubja,
btq t,
Ai qw r kjws few r sw k viyr iye aury ruib, U kw ebws kurrkw vur niewm vyr bir nyxgm viyr gwe bs Aw b, kk ub kkm ur q a cwet fiis xibcwea ruib, U sus aj gwem oiubr vk bjm viyr qg r qw agiyks si viyr iye aury ruib, Bir g bfubf iyr uab;r fiis usw l v xjubf idd ogtaux kkt ie awrrubf kunura Ij tm qw x b gyfm vyr x b;r juaa ie ainw ayxg rgubfa siwab;r qiej, Qw v aux kkt hyar swxusws ri fi qurg ur, U rgubj, U sus a tm r ibw oiubrm U;n bir fiubf ri oikifu w ud qw wbs yo n jubf iyr f ub, Agw ewokuws qurgm U bwcwe ajws tiy ri, U kai riks gwe viyr giq ruews U q a viyr ya wbsubf yo a s ie ub rw ea ie qg rwcwe qgwb qw sus kwr iyeawkcwa ubsykfw ub w xg irgwe, Rg r siwab;r awwn ri vw g oowbubf btniew wurgwe rgw duear o erm U nw b, U kai diybs rg r agw siwam ub d xrm kujw nw, U nw bm kujw nw kujw nw, Kujwm aier id giq U kujw gwe, U kq ta rgiyfgrm ie ayaowxrwsm vyr bwcwe jbwq, Ur;a kiq awkd warwwn rgubf, Tiy dubs ur cwet w at ri xibareyxr axwb euia ri wzok ub qgt owiokw sib;r kujw tiym vyr xr kujw rgwt si, Ur;a ainwrgubf U;s vwwb siubf qurg gwe die qgukw U rgiyfgr agw nufgr g cw kujws nwm vyr xiyksb;r wcwe xry kkt vwkuwcw ur,
U si biq,
Don't really remember much of Sunday, except that it started raining.
It kept raining Monday, and I used that an excuse to not go to my Probability test. I told him I was rained in, so I'll be taking it next Monday. I looked kind of funny - I was wearing my traditional black shorts and cotton single color t-shirt, listening to music on my gigantic headphones, in the pouring rain. I had to walk from the water tower parking lot to the music building. I ended up getting soaked. I don't mind, though - I love the rain. And my headphones didn't have any problems, either. As I was walking by Alkek, I saw a short girl wearing a spaghetti strap pink top that barely covered her breasts start running through the rain without an umbrella or any other substantial protection from the rain.
Opened Tuesday. I'm sure I did something else, but I don't recall what... Oh wait, I do. Lilie and I went and watched The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. The evening wasn't a total loss, though, as I did catch a major power nap during the movie. Before that, though, we ended up out at her house, so she could begin packing and on the off-chance that she was able to get the keys that evening and we could begin moving stuff in. I was supposed to get off at 2, but I had to stay late. They showed up, coincidentally, about 1:45 or so, and I told them to wait for me, 'cause I'd be getting off soon. They did, suprisingly enough. About 2:15, they left, which was suprising. Not that they left, but that they waited that long. Flattering, but suprising. Lilie did leave a note that they were going to sign the lease and what-not, so when I did get off, I joined them. From there, we went to her house. That whole narrative was a little backwards, but that's how I remembered it. Anyway, I finally saw her room, and met her mom, her step-father, and her son, Will. We played some with two little toys he had, both from The Incredibles.
Wednesday, I spent a good six hours or so helping Lilie move into her and Shelley's new apartment, on the south-bound access road north of Aquarena. We took one load from her house to the apartment, then went to the storage facility which was on RR12 just past my house, and took another load. After that, we took one final load, but without her car. We both kinda crashed for a bit after that, until Shelley, Shana, and Wayne showed up with Shelley's stuff. We got that up as well, then lay down for a while and watched The Princess Diaries. I had to leave before the end, though, to go to work.
There was a wasp or something on their window, and they both freaked out. I ended up having to kill it with a video cassette tape. It was... humorous.
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I was really tired, though. I had opened Tuesday, then taken that short nap during the movie. I actually went to sleep around 2 or so, but Luke called and we talked for a bit, then I went back to sleep. And Rose called - she was in major tears about some stuff going on with her roommate and their situation. I felt really bad, because I couldn't really offer any advice - this was completely beyond me and my experierence. I listened to her for over an hour or so, and she said that that did help. I finally went back to sleep, then Adam called at like 6:40 to ask me about opening the safe. He called again like an hour later to ask again. After that, I just stayed awake until 9:30 or so when Lilie and I got in communication about moving.
Thanksgiving was fun, but I'll get to that later - it's time for me to go to work.
2004-11-21
May it be an evening star shines down upon you
So I finally beat the Halo 2 campaign. Well, Jarrod and I beat it. The last boss is incredibly easy. The ending is... terrible. Well, not terrible, it's just that I hate cliffhanger endings, unless you already have the next part ready to go. (Wrestling is, of course, an exception.) The last mission as the Arbitor was a lot of fun, as was most of his missions. I really, really like the Brute Shot. It's not as powerful as you would think, but it's fun. Lots of fun. There's just something about a ricocheting grenade launcher that appeals to me. Maybe that's what I want for Christmas.
Work's been pretty crappy lately. I was excited, because I thought I was going to end up with over fifty hours this week with the extra hours I picked up on Tuesday and Wednesday, but Dave had Adam come in early twice to replace me, thus limiting me to a mere 41 or so. That bastard. The 13 hour day on my birthday - that was because I do, despite appearances, have a very strong sense of duty. I don't have any loyalty to Dave, but I agreed to do a job, and will do it
Work's been pretty crappy lately. I was excited, because I thought I was going to end up with over fifty hours this week with the extra hours I picked up on Tuesday and Wednesday, but Dave had Adam come in early twice to replace me, thus limiting me to a mere 41 or so. That bastard. The 13 hour day on my birthday - that was because I do, despite appearances, have a very strong sense of duty. I don't have any loyalty to Dave, but I agreed to do a job, and will do it
Picture dump: 11/21/04
Assorted group of pictures, some of which are kind of old: The trip to Italian Garden, parking my truck in the grass, seeing Kenni again, and my trip to the Mitte Art Gallery.
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| Hard to see with the sun siloutting her, but this is Lilie as we sat outside Italian Garden. Yes, these pictures are fairly old. | Here's her looking at the menu inside. |
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| Janelle was sitting across from me. She got her hair cut *really* short. | Here's Kenni and I when I ran into her at Freshen's. |
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| And her by herself. | There's my truck, parked in the grass. Didn't get towed or a ticket or anything. |
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| And closer up. | Closer still. |
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| And the left side, to show you how quickly the grass is... out of control. | This is the first of a set of pictures of works I critiqued for my student work critique. |
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| I had to turn in my program along with the critique, so I can't remember the names of any of them. I didn't care for this one. | This is not a photograph. |
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| "Alcoholic and bottle." | Not getting anything. |
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| This was one of a set of Peruvian landscapes. I like this one. | Pandas are cool. |
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| A nice distorted-reality effect. | Proof I was there. |
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| The first of four shots of a girl and a guy in a bunny costume. Disturbing. | 2 |
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| 3 | 4 |
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| All four in a group. | This one was my favorite. |
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| Followed closely by this one. | |
2004-11-19
Why do you fight so hard to live, knowing all things must die? What have you found? What do you cling to?
So it was, in fact, my birthday yesterday. I don't really have time to go into details just yet, but we ended up going to Chili's after I worked a thirteen hour shift, open - 7. The hostess was *really* cute - freckles, large, dark eyes, but she was a moron, and spilled a drink on Janelle without even noticing it (Janelle ate for free). Ended up getting a DVD Burner and a megaphone. That's just hot.
I also had a dream about Lilie last night - I don't really recall much of it, just a few random images and thoughts. And I've updated the Links section.
I also had a dream about Lilie last night - I don't really recall much of it, just a few random images and thoughts. And I've updated the Links section.
2004-11-18
Dance Dance Social Uprising
Argh. Tuesday *sucked*. I developed this MASSIVE headache fairly soon after going in. I'm not sure from what - stress, frustration, tiredness, you name it. Probably a combination of all three. So that's fun.
The new manager, Adam, was working. When I got there, things were fairly chaotic. There was 1 fountain, 1 cook, and two carhops. Yes - he had, in fact, cut a fountain and a cook early. They said it was really slow, but that still seems excessive. I walked through doing the deposit with him, but he knows how to do it already. So it was a typical Tuesday night - people going apeshit because burgers are half price, and Dave going apeshit because, well, he is apeshit. So I did 8 o'clock temps, and the ice cream cabinet was hot, like it had been a while back. I told him about it, but didn't think much of it, since it was doing that a while back. He freaked out, and started yelling at me, because apparently a previous crew - I hadn't worked since Sunday - had hooked up some ice cream and changed the settings on the left side. And he really, really ripped into me. Then he stayed and cleaned it out, and finally left. Things went okay after that, except I occasionally had trouble focusing and/or seeing straight because of the incredible pain I was in.
Wednesday morning, Javi called me and asked me if I could come in for Adam, who called in because of the rain (apparently some street he needed to cross was flooded or he was sick or something). I told him I could come in after class, and I did. My headache was still there, and I just felt dead. Not literally, of course. Things went fairly okay unti it was time to count my carhops down. Allison came up forty dollars short, and Erica, fifty. They're both fairly experienced carhops, and there's no way they lost that money. So that sucked. I stayed and counted everything like three times to make sure, which meant I didn't leave until after 7. I was almost home when Lilie called; we talked, and something reminded me that I still had the deposit with me - I was almost home. So I had to drive all the way back into town to turn it in, then I went to check the bridge at Lime Kiln for her. There was still some water, but not enough to cause anybody any problems. I called her to tell her that, but didn't get an answer. Come to think of it, I still haven't talked to her to let her know.
Played some DDR Wednesday after Fine Arts (got a 97 on the test, by the way). I did a couple random courses, and some with the guys. My final course was Exotic Ethnic, Rhythm & Police, and Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). I max'ed Exotic Ethnic and Rhythm & Police, and was short 5 on Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). So that was fun. Ran into Nick and Rem on my way out, and they invited me to some Halo 2 after the meeting last night. I ended up not going, though. Suzie IM'ed me this morning at some odd hours. I was falling in and out of sleep, though, so we didn't really have any conversation. Speaking of which, I got an email from Chelsea (the Chelsea) this morning; it was an E-Card for my birthday. I was proud of myself - I didn't break down or anything. Mom keeps asking me what I want for my birthday and where we're going for dinner tonight, neither of which I know the answer to.
Well, I've told them I want a megaphone, but I don't think they'll get me one. Most people agree in the assessment that I'm one of the last people on Earth that needs a megaphone. So we'll see. I mean, there's plenty of things I want for my birthday - I want a true relationship with Lilie, I want Dave to die, I want to hurry up and graduate and get a real job, I want a chance to go back and redo a number of things in my past, etc. It's just, none of those things you can really give someone. Shelley and I are opening, and I'm picking her up on my way in, and I'm heading in early, so I have to wrap this up fairly soon.
Oh!! I was IM'ed by someone named 'Vi' who apparently reads this and has had some insightful advice concerning Lilie. Which is cool. It's still kind of weird to realize people read what's going on in my life.And both my student loan people and Defensive Driving.com have wished me a happy birthday. That's just wrong, on so many levels.
The new manager, Adam, was working. When I got there, things were fairly chaotic. There was 1 fountain, 1 cook, and two carhops. Yes - he had, in fact, cut a fountain and a cook early. They said it was really slow, but that still seems excessive. I walked through doing the deposit with him, but he knows how to do it already. So it was a typical Tuesday night - people going apeshit because burgers are half price, and Dave going apeshit because, well, he is apeshit. So I did 8 o'clock temps, and the ice cream cabinet was hot, like it had been a while back. I told him about it, but didn't think much of it, since it was doing that a while back. He freaked out, and started yelling at me, because apparently a previous crew - I hadn't worked since Sunday - had hooked up some ice cream and changed the settings on the left side. And he really, really ripped into me. Then he stayed and cleaned it out, and finally left. Things went okay after that, except I occasionally had trouble focusing and/or seeing straight because of the incredible pain I was in.
Wednesday morning, Javi called me and asked me if I could come in for Adam, who called in because of the rain (apparently some street he needed to cross was flooded or he was sick or something). I told him I could come in after class, and I did. My headache was still there, and I just felt dead. Not literally, of course. Things went fairly okay unti it was time to count my carhops down. Allison came up forty dollars short, and Erica, fifty. They're both fairly experienced carhops, and there's no way they lost that money. So that sucked. I stayed and counted everything like three times to make sure, which meant I didn't leave until after 7. I was almost home when Lilie called; we talked, and something reminded me that I still had the deposit with me - I was almost home. So I had to drive all the way back into town to turn it in, then I went to check the bridge at Lime Kiln for her. There was still some water, but not enough to cause anybody any problems. I called her to tell her that, but didn't get an answer. Come to think of it, I still haven't talked to her to let her know.
Played some DDR Wednesday after Fine Arts (got a 97 on the test, by the way). I did a couple random courses, and some with the guys. My final course was Exotic Ethnic, Rhythm & Police, and Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). I max'ed Exotic Ethnic and Rhythm & Police, and was short 5 on Healing Vision (Angelic Mix). So that was fun. Ran into Nick and Rem on my way out, and they invited me to some Halo 2 after the meeting last night. I ended up not going, though. Suzie IM'ed me this morning at some odd hours. I was falling in and out of sleep, though, so we didn't really have any conversation. Speaking of which, I got an email from Chelsea (the Chelsea) this morning; it was an E-Card for my birthday. I was proud of myself - I didn't break down or anything. Mom keeps asking me what I want for my birthday and where we're going for dinner tonight, neither of which I know the answer to.
Well, I've told them I want a megaphone, but I don't think they'll get me one. Most people agree in the assessment that I'm one of the last people on Earth that needs a megaphone. So we'll see. I mean, there's plenty of things I want for my birthday - I want a true relationship with Lilie, I want Dave to die, I want to hurry up and graduate and get a real job, I want a chance to go back and redo a number of things in my past, etc. It's just, none of those things you can really give someone. Shelley and I are opening, and I'm picking her up on my way in, and I'm heading in early, so I have to wrap this up fairly soon.
Oh!! I was IM'ed by someone named 'Vi' who apparently reads this and has had some insightful advice concerning Lilie. Which is cool. It's still kind of weird to realize people read what's going on in my life.And both my student loan people and Defensive Driving.com have wished me a happy birthday. That's just wrong, on so many levels.
2004-11-16
Fly Robin Fly
Now that we've got the summaries out of the way, let's go back and recap some of the more interesting moments of this week.
Unfortunately, I kind of got caught up doing other things, and it's almost time for me to go to work. But I still have a little time. Or something like that.
Mom was trying to open a bottle of wine last night, but couldn't. She had this tiny little bottle opener that wasn't going to do anything, and couldn't get the cork out. She tried having me pull the opener while she held the bottle, but that didn't work either - I ended up just pulling her around the kitchen. Finally, she pulled out her better wine bottle opener, which had a brace and everything. Still no avail; finally, she gave it to me to open. I couldn't get it the normal way, with it in front of me, because I have weak wrists, arms, and chest. However, I put it behind my head and pulled, because I do have strong, um, well, I don't know what they're technically called, but we always called them 'wings', and pulled really hard.
The cork came out, along with some wine. On my plate, on my clothes. That was fun. But hey, it worked.
Tx State is full of idiots. All I hear in my classes is people being confused and thinking that there's too much work. That's one of the key reasons they're letting me get away with what I am - because I actually want to do the work, and can. It really cracks me up sometime. And, now that I have a semester's worth of experience, I feel better qualified to say this - the girls at UT are definitely hotter, on average, then the girls at SWT. Seriously.
In my Intro to Fine Arts class, we were discussing some Fauvistic and Futuristic works, when one of the students - a fairly intelligent fellow, judging on our previous interaction and my observation, said, and I quote, "It's like, woo, ya know?" He is probably in his late 20's or early 30's. I really, really wanted to walk over and smack him.
I have more stuff to write about, including more inane, stream-of-consciousness rambling about Lilie. So that's something to look foward to.
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Holy crap. I just realized I've started bobbing my head when I type. Kind of light side-to-side motions. Well, not 'started', 'cause I've been doing it for a while. And I know where I picked it up - Suzie. That's just weird.
Unfortunately, I kind of got caught up doing other things, and it's almost time for me to go to work. But I still have a little time. Or something like that.
Mom was trying to open a bottle of wine last night, but couldn't. She had this tiny little bottle opener that wasn't going to do anything, and couldn't get the cork out. She tried having me pull the opener while she held the bottle, but that didn't work either - I ended up just pulling her around the kitchen. Finally, she pulled out her better wine bottle opener, which had a brace and everything. Still no avail; finally, she gave it to me to open. I couldn't get it the normal way, with it in front of me, because I have weak wrists, arms, and chest. However, I put it behind my head and pulled, because I do have strong, um, well, I don't know what they're technically called, but we always called them 'wings', and pulled really hard.
The cork came out, along with some wine. On my plate, on my clothes. That was fun. But hey, it worked.
Tx State is full of idiots. All I hear in my classes is people being confused and thinking that there's too much work. That's one of the key reasons they're letting me get away with what I am - because I actually want to do the work, and can. It really cracks me up sometime. And, now that I have a semester's worth of experience, I feel better qualified to say this - the girls at UT are definitely hotter, on average, then the girls at SWT. Seriously.
In my Intro to Fine Arts class, we were discussing some Fauvistic and Futuristic works, when one of the students - a fairly intelligent fellow, judging on our previous interaction and my observation, said, and I quote, "It's like, woo, ya know?" He is probably in his late 20's or early 30's. I really, really wanted to walk over and smack him.
I have more stuff to write about, including more inane, stream-of-consciousness rambling about Lilie. So that's something to look foward to.
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Holy crap. I just realized I've started bobbing my head when I type. Kind of light side-to-side motions. Well, not 'started', 'cause I've been doing it for a while. And I know where I picked it up - Suzie. That's just weird.
How can we sleep when the beds are burning?
It's been almost a week since my last post of substance, and for that, I apologize to my regular readers. To those of you who come here through searches for 'Pretty Life' by "Katie B Jackalope' or whoever the hell sings it, or those of you trying to download 'The Bounding', the short from the beginning of The Incredibles, or any of the really bizarre shorts, you're just out of luck. Or something like that.
So. A recap of the past days' events are is in order.
I took the CS test, then went home. I didn't really do much (that, or I just don't remember it. Perhaps it was really painful, and my mind has blocked out all memories of the event as a defense mechanism. I doubt it.) Rem IM'ed me at some point, asking me if I was doing anything. Turns out he was organizing some Halo 2 action, and invited me to join him. "When?" "Now." I called the guys to see if they wanted to come, but no one was up for it. I headed over there, but had to park in Alkek. Oh, 'there' was San Jacinto. I had to park in the Alkek parking garage, which was a trial, since I can't park. I finally got there.
Holy crap.
They have a big screen TV in the lobby on each floor. Turns out Liz, the girl in the burgundy dress, is the one that lives there; we were just her 'guests'. We plugged into the building LAN and started a 4 player Slayer FFA to warm up. The controls are basically the same, slightly modified to allow dual-wielding, vehicle boarding, and those niceties. We ended up in a 16 player game and had all kinds of fun. We did a few team games of Slayer, some 16 way Slayer FFA, King of the Hill on Beaver Creek in which no one lasted on the Hill more than 2 or 3 seconds, all kinds of craziness.
Halo 2 is, well, FUCKING AWESOME. I from far from a fanboy - I knew of the incredible anticipation, but never even visisted ilovebees.com. I don't play FPS's at all, with the sole exception of Halo. Well, and now Halo 2. I know a lot of people, like Daniel, think it's a really crappy FPS.
They're wrong.
But anyway: Played 'til about 1. Went home and crashed after that. Had to open Thursday morning, which went okay. Dave came in in a decent mood, and it was the last shift I worked with Ray as a manager. I got out of there 'bout 2:30 or so. I'm trying to remember what I did Thursday evening...
Nothing comes to mind.
Friday went to school, then came home. Sort of. I had to go get Jarrod at this little Mexican restaraunt where his car died, and gave Danielle a ride back to their apartment (she had a doctor appointment at 4 at home, and he had to stay at the car for when the tow truck arrived). It would later turn out that something had come unplugged. That's just funny. After that, I had to run home and do my critique for Intro to Fine Arts, then went back to campus and turned it in. It had been a really, really crappy week, so I called Lilie and asked her if she wanted to go see The Incredibles, which she did. We decided to meet around 7 or so for the 7:30 show. Jarrod called while I was on campus and asked me if I wanted to come over for some Halo 2. I told him I'd probably show up; that all transpired before I talked to Lilie.
So I went to the movie. When I pulled up at the stop sign at 35 and Wonder World, the car to my right kind of pulled up a little more than normal; turns out it was Lilie. We each went into the parking lot through different entrances, then passed each other again (I was just playing around), but ended up parking next to each other. Went in and watched the movie. It did have the Episode 3 Teaser Trailer on it, and it was cool at times. It was cool enough to let me start getting my hopes up again, even though I know it's going to suck. There was also a short at the beginning called "The Bounding" which contained a jackalope - Chelsea already told me as much. Lilie said, and I'm somewhat inclined to agree, that the jackalope did sort of look like me. That was really cool, especially the last two lines - "In this world of ups and downs / Aren't you glad there's a jackalope around?"
The movie itself was cool. On one hand, it's another entry in the superhero movie field that's been going full-tilt since the incredible success of Spider-Man; however, it has a *great* sense of humor and had breath-taking visuals. All in all, it was a great movie.
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I headed over to Jarrod's after the movie. Lilie headed home because she was tired (but didn't go to sleep before checking here; I love sitemeter). We started playing the coop campaign on Heroic (Easy - Normal - Heroic - Legendary), and basically went non-stop. I mean, literally. He did get up during one of the FMV cutscenes to make us some peanut butter sandwiches, but that was it. It was 4 or so when we stopped for the night. I had a work meeting in the morning, which I was supposed to give Shelley a ride to.
She called at 8, and I answered the phone. Techinically, at least, because I fell asleep right afterwards (well, actually, I think I fell asleep between hitting 'answer' and getting the phone to my mouth. I woke up about 10 'til, and got my butt out the door. I called her repeatedly as I drove to Sonic, but she didn't answer. I figured that she'd either gone back to sleep, or decided I'd abandoned her and gotten an alternate ride there, or something. She still hadn't answered by the time I got to Sonic, so I just went in. There were only three people there when I got there, though most of the crew (it was a fountain/carhop meeting) straggled in. Dave started calling people that weren't here. He called me, and we had the following conversation:
Me (standing in the back area of the store with everyone else, waiting for the meeting to start; I notice my phone is going off; I pull it out, and it's Sonic calling): "Hello?"
Dave: "Hey, you forget about the meeting?"
Me: "Um, I'm standing in the back."
Dave: "Just now on your way in?"
Me: "Turn around."
He turned in his chair, and saw me standing RIGHT THERE.
Dave: "Oh; didn't see you standing there."
Idiot.
It got to be around 9:20, and Shelley called. Well, her apartment called. It was Shana. Long story short, Shelley had been waiting outside for me and didn't hear the phone. Um, okay. So I told Dave what was going on - he tried to turn it into it being her fault, but I explained, quite adamantly, that it was mine, then went and got her. We got back after missing only a few minutes, since she does live *right there*. I took her back to her house afterwards. We had decided previously (Friday night, I think) that we were going to hang out at her place and watch some movies that they'd rented after the meeting. I ran back to my place for a bit, then returned. Lilie was already there. We watched Shrek 2, The Girl Next Door, and some of Under the Tuscan Sun (which is really just about middle-aged lesbians).
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Shana has this little dog, Duke, that was there while we were. It humped my arm. He really, really liked me. I ended up having to hide underneath the blankets from him. Oddly, though, those blankets were already occupied by Lilie, and we ended up under the blankets together. It was some nice cuddling. At one point, my hand was, in fact, (inadvertently) resting on her breast, though I did pull it off as soon as I realized where it was.
So anyway. Shelley and Lilie both went in to work at 5; I didn't have to 'til 7. I ended up falling asleep; Rudy called and woke me up about 7:10. I went in; it was a fairly uneventful shift. They had some music playing on the main computer, fairly loudly at that. All in all, it was fun - well, as fun as Sonic gets. Which isn't very.
Sunday, I slept in and had to go to work. Another fairly uneventful shift, though someone hit one of the menu boards. I brought in a CD to listen to as I did the closing stuff, and actually didn't mind it all that much. Today, I went to class, then came home and took a nap. That's about it.
So. A recap of the past days' events are is in order.
I took the CS test, then went home. I didn't really do much (that, or I just don't remember it. Perhaps it was really painful, and my mind has blocked out all memories of the event as a defense mechanism. I doubt it.) Rem IM'ed me at some point, asking me if I was doing anything. Turns out he was organizing some Halo 2 action, and invited me to join him. "When?" "Now." I called the guys to see if they wanted to come, but no one was up for it. I headed over there, but had to park in Alkek. Oh, 'there' was San Jacinto. I had to park in the Alkek parking garage, which was a trial, since I can't park. I finally got there.
Holy crap.
They have a big screen TV in the lobby on each floor. Turns out Liz, the girl in the burgundy dress, is the one that lives there; we were just her 'guests'. We plugged into the building LAN and started a 4 player Slayer FFA to warm up. The controls are basically the same, slightly modified to allow dual-wielding, vehicle boarding, and those niceties. We ended up in a 16 player game and had all kinds of fun. We did a few team games of Slayer, some 16 way Slayer FFA, King of the Hill on Beaver Creek in which no one lasted on the Hill more than 2 or 3 seconds, all kinds of craziness.
Halo 2 is, well, FUCKING AWESOME. I from far from a fanboy - I knew of the incredible anticipation, but never even visisted ilovebees.com. I don't play FPS's at all, with the sole exception of Halo. Well, and now Halo 2. I know a lot of people, like Daniel, think it's a really crappy FPS.
They're wrong.
But anyway: Played 'til about 1. Went home and crashed after that. Had to open Thursday morning, which went okay. Dave came in in a decent mood, and it was the last shift I worked with Ray as a manager. I got out of there 'bout 2:30 or so. I'm trying to remember what I did Thursday evening...
Nothing comes to mind.
Friday went to school, then came home. Sort of. I had to go get Jarrod at this little Mexican restaraunt where his car died, and gave Danielle a ride back to their apartment (she had a doctor appointment at 4 at home, and he had to stay at the car for when the tow truck arrived). It would later turn out that something had come unplugged. That's just funny. After that, I had to run home and do my critique for Intro to Fine Arts, then went back to campus and turned it in. It had been a really, really crappy week, so I called Lilie and asked her if she wanted to go see The Incredibles, which she did. We decided to meet around 7 or so for the 7:30 show. Jarrod called while I was on campus and asked me if I wanted to come over for some Halo 2. I told him I'd probably show up; that all transpired before I talked to Lilie.
So I went to the movie. When I pulled up at the stop sign at 35 and Wonder World, the car to my right kind of pulled up a little more than normal; turns out it was Lilie. We each went into the parking lot through different entrances, then passed each other again (I was just playing around), but ended up parking next to each other. Went in and watched the movie. It did have the Episode 3 Teaser Trailer on it, and it was cool at times. It was cool enough to let me start getting my hopes up again, even though I know it's going to suck. There was also a short at the beginning called "The Bounding" which contained a jackalope - Chelsea already told me as much. Lilie said, and I'm somewhat inclined to agree, that the jackalope did sort of look like me. That was really cool, especially the last two lines - "In this world of ups and downs / Aren't you glad there's a jackalope around?"
The movie itself was cool. On one hand, it's another entry in the superhero movie field that's been going full-tilt since the incredible success of Spider-Man; however, it has a *great* sense of humor and had breath-taking visuals. All in all, it was a great movie.
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I headed over to Jarrod's after the movie. Lilie headed home because she was tired (but didn't go to sleep before checking here; I love sitemeter). We started playing the coop campaign on Heroic (Easy - Normal - Heroic - Legendary), and basically went non-stop. I mean, literally. He did get up during one of the FMV cutscenes to make us some peanut butter sandwiches, but that was it. It was 4 or so when we stopped for the night. I had a work meeting in the morning, which I was supposed to give Shelley a ride to.
She called at 8, and I answered the phone. Techinically, at least, because I fell asleep right afterwards (well, actually, I think I fell asleep between hitting 'answer' and getting the phone to my mouth. I woke up about 10 'til, and got my butt out the door. I called her repeatedly as I drove to Sonic, but she didn't answer. I figured that she'd either gone back to sleep, or decided I'd abandoned her and gotten an alternate ride there, or something. She still hadn't answered by the time I got to Sonic, so I just went in. There were only three people there when I got there, though most of the crew (it was a fountain/carhop meeting) straggled in. Dave started calling people that weren't here. He called me, and we had the following conversation:
Me (standing in the back area of the store with everyone else, waiting for the meeting to start; I notice my phone is going off; I pull it out, and it's Sonic calling): "Hello?"
Dave: "Hey, you forget about the meeting?"
Me: "Um, I'm standing in the back."
Dave: "Just now on your way in?"
Me: "Turn around."
He turned in his chair, and saw me standing RIGHT THERE.
Dave: "Oh; didn't see you standing there."
Idiot.
It got to be around 9:20, and Shelley called. Well, her apartment called. It was Shana. Long story short, Shelley had been waiting outside for me and didn't hear the phone. Um, okay. So I told Dave what was going on - he tried to turn it into it being her fault, but I explained, quite adamantly, that it was mine, then went and got her. We got back after missing only a few minutes, since she does live *right there*. I took her back to her house afterwards. We had decided previously (Friday night, I think) that we were going to hang out at her place and watch some movies that they'd rented after the meeting. I ran back to my place for a bit, then returned. Lilie was already there. We watched Shrek 2, The Girl Next Door, and some of Under the Tuscan Sun (which is really just about middle-aged lesbians).
Qw sus juaa dwq runwa r Agwkkwt;a, Giqwcwem ur q a ibkt qgukw agw q ab;r ub rgw eiin die rgw a nw ew aib U;n rtoubf kujw rgua, Ur ar erws ri dwwk qwuesm rgiyfgm kujw rg r swduburwkt dwkr kujw nicubf ur ubri rgw ;xgw rubf; ew kn, Vwdiewm ur q a hyar gyffubf bs xysskubf bs qg r birm bs ub deibr id deuwbsa, Biqm ur;a vwubf gusswb dein xkiaw deuwbsa drweq esam U dwkr niew kujw U bwwsws ri a t ainwrgubf, Ai id xiyeawm U susb;r,
Shana has this little dog, Duke, that was there while we were. It humped my arm. He really, really liked me. I ended up having to hide underneath the blankets from him. Oddly, though, those blankets were already occupied by Lilie, and we ended up under the blankets together. It was some nice cuddling. At one point, my hand was, in fact, (inadvertently) resting on her breast, though I did pull it off as soon as I realized where it was.
So anyway. Shelley and Lilie both went in to work at 5; I didn't have to 'til 7. I ended up falling asleep; Rudy called and woke me up about 7:10. I went in; it was a fairly uneventful shift. They had some music playing on the main computer, fairly loudly at that. All in all, it was fun - well, as fun as Sonic gets. Which isn't very.
Sunday, I slept in and had to go to work. Another fairly uneventful shift, though someone hit one of the menu boards. I brought in a CD to listen to as I did the closing stuff, and actually didn't mind it all that much. Today, I went to class, then came home and took a nap. That's about it.
2004-11-10
Aria di Mezzo Caraterre
Amor mio, cara bene,
Perchè vai lontan da me?
Giurasti un amor, che mai non dovea.
Aver fine per noi.
Nei momenti di tristezza,
Nei momenti di dolor,
A te, mia stella, penso
Con infinito ardore.
Un legame senza speme
Perchè mai dovrei aver?
Che cosa tu vuoi ch'io faccia orami,
Mi devi dire tu.
Ti ringrazio, cara bene,
Amor mio, vita mia,
Al grave doler, al buio timor
Che il cuore mi turbo',
Dok emente, con amore,
Hai risposto al mio gridare,
Per sempre ognor, per sempre ognor,
Qui a me, l'attendero'.
These real emotions are shaking up the world
Argh. So I went to CS today, and we finally started doing class stuff. By classes, I'm referring to OOP, which is just awesome. But, of course, C++ does it all crazy and crappy. I miss java. A lot. I asked her about my Game of Life program, which worked great and did awesome things and everything. But when she compiled and ran it, it... well, it didn't work very well. So when I go to take my test, I'm going to ask her about it. I might not be able to get my grade changed, but at least I can show her that it works. Awesomely.
Note: Those sensative about suicide shouldn't read this next paragraph. It might also make you dislike me.
You have been warned.
So some guy on campus committed suicide. Good. People who don't want to live shouldn't. I'm very Darwinistic, and feel no remorse in finding out someone has taken their own life. I mean, if it's someone I care about, sure, I'll be sad, just as if they had been killed in a car crash some other means. But overall, I think life is a choice (Note: This DOES NOT mean I'm pro-choice. I'm also not pro-life. I don't have an opinion on the abortion issue, so don't try to assign one to me. Or I will maul you. Like a bear.) I'm not advocating suicide, nor am I saying it's not a tragic event. I'm just saying that people who can't handle life shouldn't.
So anyway.
I'm just chilling in the computer lab right now. I have to go take this test in her office 'bout 3, but I'll probably head over a little early. I'm going to go ahead and do the Student program, see if she'll accept it at all. Then catch up in probability. All in all, fun stuff.
Note: Those sensative about suicide shouldn't read this next paragraph. It might also make you dislike me.
You have been warned.
So some guy on campus committed suicide. Good. People who don't want to live shouldn't. I'm very Darwinistic, and feel no remorse in finding out someone has taken their own life. I mean, if it's someone I care about, sure, I'll be sad, just as if they had been killed in a car crash some other means. But overall, I think life is a choice (Note: This DOES NOT mean I'm pro-choice. I'm also not pro-life. I don't have an opinion on the abortion issue, so don't try to assign one to me. Or I will maul you. Like a bear.) I'm not advocating suicide, nor am I saying it's not a tragic event. I'm just saying that people who can't handle life shouldn't.
So anyway.
I'm just chilling in the computer lab right now. I have to go take this test in her office 'bout 3, but I'll probably head over a little early. I'm going to go ahead and do the Student program, see if she'll accept it at all. Then catch up in probability. All in all, fun stuff.
Love, life, and laughter is all I believe in
That was fun.
Took the Fine Arts test. Studied a good bit for, and it showed - I was certain on most of the answers, except like two. So that's good. I still have to do a critique by Friday, and another by the end of the month. I also need to do the 30 points of extra critiques that I can, to see if I have any chance of salvaging this class.
I still have to take the CS test after class. That should also go well - I understand classes and methods, which seems to be the focus of the test. Almost embarrasingly so, oddly enough.
Shelley asked me an odd question last night - "Do we only talk because of Lilie?" Not really. I mean, sure, it helps. I can see how she thinks that, it's just... well, I'm not really very social lately. Not for the last three years or so. I've had a lot of difficulties meeting new people and cultivating new friendships, skills I seem to have lost, or at least misplaced. I've gotten a little better about socializing, but that's only because I show some signs of being co-dependent. At least, I think that's the word - where you have to have someone else to rely on to be able to really be able to deal with other people. That didn't come out quite right; it makes sense in my head, though. But anyway. So, without Lilie, or rather, without the relationship between us, I don't think Shelley and I would hang out very much, nor talk that often. But without Lilie, I'd still be very, very withdrawn and anti-social. Bad? Sure. But something I've learned to deal with. So it's more of a qualified 'yes', but not at her directly, but to the world at general.
Mom and Bambi both have asked me what I want for my birthday. I never know how to answer this question. Well, every once in a while I do, but for the most part, I'm stumped. I have been telling them I want a megaphone though, which seems to elicit a lot of laughter. Which is sort of the point, except that I *do* want a megaphone. The possibilities are endless.
I'm also having a ton of issues with the Season 00 TV Rip torrent for MST3K. That really sucks, 'cause that's really my best chance of getting all of the K Season downloaded. It's crashed my computer twice already. I'm afraid that the 1st Season will have the same problem; we'll see.
Took the Fine Arts test. Studied a good bit for, and it showed - I was certain on most of the answers, except like two. So that's good. I still have to do a critique by Friday, and another by the end of the month. I also need to do the 30 points of extra critiques that I can, to see if I have any chance of salvaging this class.
I still have to take the CS test after class. That should also go well - I understand classes and methods, which seems to be the focus of the test. Almost embarrasingly so, oddly enough.
Shelley asked me an odd question last night - "Do we only talk because of Lilie?" Not really. I mean, sure, it helps. I can see how she thinks that, it's just... well, I'm not really very social lately. Not for the last three years or so. I've had a lot of difficulties meeting new people and cultivating new friendships, skills I seem to have lost, or at least misplaced. I've gotten a little better about socializing, but that's only because I show some signs of being co-dependent. At least, I think that's the word - where you have to have someone else to rely on to be able to really be able to deal with other people. That didn't come out quite right; it makes sense in my head, though. But anyway. So, without Lilie, or rather, without the relationship between us, I don't think Shelley and I would hang out very much, nor talk that often. But without Lilie, I'd still be very, very withdrawn and anti-social. Bad? Sure. But something I've learned to deal with. So it's more of a qualified 'yes', but not at her directly, but to the world at general.
Mom and Bambi both have asked me what I want for my birthday. I never know how to answer this question. Well, every once in a while I do, but for the most part, I'm stumped. I have been telling them I want a megaphone though, which seems to elicit a lot of laughter. Which is sort of the point, except that I *do* want a megaphone. The possibilities are endless.
I'm also having a ton of issues with the Season 00 TV Rip torrent for MST3K. That really sucks, 'cause that's really my best chance of getting all of the K Season downloaded. It's crashed my computer twice already. I'm afraid that the 1st Season will have the same problem; we'll see.
1000 Words; Koda Kumi
I know that you're hiding things, | I know that you lied to me Using gentle words to shelter me Your words are like a dream But dreams could never fool me It's not right to me... I'm acting so distant now Turned my back as you walked away But I was listening That you fight your battles far from me It's not right to me... "Don't you worry 'cause I come back." I could hear you speaking as you walked out the door I acted strong To hide the pain when I Turned back the pages Crying out a windy answer What if I shed my tears and begged you not to leave? But now I'm not afraid to do what's in my heart... Those thousand words Have never been spoken So far away I'm sending them to you wherever you are Suspended on sliver wings Those thousand words Have never been spoken They'll treasure you Make you no longer dare seem so far away And hold you forever That dream isn't over yet I pretend and say, "I can't forget." I still live in my day You've been there with me all the way It's not right of me... "Don't you worry 'cause I'll write to you." I could see you speaking as You looked away I acted strong To hide the love when I Turned back the pages Anger might've been the answer But if I shook my head and said That I can't wait But now I'm not afraid To do what's in my heart... Those thousand words Have never been spoken So far away I'm sending them to you wherever you are Suspended on sliver wings Those thousands words Have never been spoken They'll treasure you Make you no longer dare seem So far away And hold you forever Those thousand words Have never been spoken La la la la I'm sending them to you wherever you are Suspended on sliver wings Those thousands words Have never been spoken La la la la Make you no longer here Feel like calling me La la la la... |
2004-11-09
Your words were like a dream.But dreams could never fool me
So Lilie came over yesterday and downloaded the WoW beta client. it ended up taking a while; we were dl'ing from Blizzard's dedicated server, and of course, everyone and their dog was as well. It ended up leveling out at about 50 KiB/s, which meant the 2.5 gig file took about 14 hours to download. She got here about 4; left about 10. So that was fun.
Yesterday was a weird day. It was a day of ex-girlfriends. So I ran into Kenni at the LBJ student center; already wrote about that. I sent Chelsea a short 'Happy Birthday' email that morning, and she responded. The entire exchange is posted below. Later, Suzie IM'ed me, and we talked a little bit. Which was kind of weird, right in front of Lilie.
Right after I got home, I checked my email, then started cleaning up my room, in an attempt to make it halfway presentable. Got most of it done; went ahead and took a shower. I brought my phone into the bathroom so that I'd hear it - I wasn't sure if she or Sonic would call, but wanted to get it either way. She did, and we talked ("You're talking on your phone in the shower?") briefly. I told her to take her time heading over, since I was about to finish up my shower. I did, and she pulled up right as I was getting the last pile of dirty clothes out of my room. I checked my email real quick, and that's when I got the message from Chelsea. All Lilie saw was me go "Oh shit; oh shit" as I read it, then I closed it up. It was really, really weird. Apparently, I still have all kinds of unresolved issues there - I started to break down pretty fast. I went into the bathroom and shut the door and cried a little, but managed to regain my composure. I came back into the bedroom and lay back down, but I just kind of lay there. I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I kept almost crying. I hate that feeling.
She picked up on what was going on - or rather, that she didn't know what was going on - really quickly, and tried to comfort me. I eventually (sort of) explained what was going on. It was just... really weird. This is the second girlfriend (well, technically, she's not, but it sure feels like it sometimes) (Suzie being the first) where I've just completely broken down in front of them about Chelsea. Tracy and Ashley agree that that's probably not a good thing, especially if I want to form a lasting relationship - that's not something a girl likes to see, their boyfriend (or whatever) crying to them about another girl. It's not like I chose to, though.
But anyway.
We got it up and running no problem, other than the slow connection. I've never had terribly fast connections here as it is. So we hung out. Watched 'The New Guy', which is an awesome, awesome movie. She hadn't seen it before. We also watched a bunch of misc. comedy clips I have, and some Celebrity Jeopardy from SNL. Janelle came home at one point, and made dinner, which was cool. Steak fingers, fries, and corn.
Delicious.
Lilie is a salter, just like Janelle. Disgusting.
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Wait. Ignore that last sentence.
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Okay, glad i got that out. I can come back to reality now.
Ai drwe rg rm U q kjws gwe iyr ri gwe x e kujw bien km bs U juaaws gwe fiisvtwm dufyeubf ur qiyks vw ibw id rgw k ar runwa U juaaws gwe,
I was wrong.
Agw juaaws nw v xj, Niew o aauib rwkt rg b agw;a wcwe juaaws nw vwdiew, Qw n sw iyr, kir, Qw wbsws yo oewaaws f ubar gwe x e, U rgubj ur q a ainwrgubf kujw rwb nubyrwa qgwew rgwew q a birgubf wkaw ub rgw qieksm hyar gwe bs nwm bs rgw xibbwxruib vwrqwwb ya, Qwkkm bir birgubf wkaw x e sus seucw vtm vyr bwurgwe id ya x ews, Qguxg ua xiik, drweq esam agw sus n jw xinnwbr viyr giq agw;s fibw bs xibdyaws rgubfa f ub, Qguxg q a qwues, U g s dwq are t rgiyfgra ua agw siubf ur ib oyeoiaw Siwa agw wbhit rgw issurt U;n bir ayew, Agw wcwb ajws nw drweq esa ua agw;a fiis juaawe, Agw ua, U dwkr v sm rgiyfgm ;x yaw U jbiq U;n ew kktm ew kkt eyart ur;a vwwb yurw qgukw aubxw U;cw ew kkt n sw iyr qurg btibw,
U g s ri x kk gwe kurrkw k rwem ;x yaw agw kwdr gwe aybfk aawa bs w eeubfa gwew, Agw x nw v xj bs fir rgwnm bs agw qwbr ri juaa nw fiisbufgrm vyr U susb;r juaa gwe v xj, Qguxg q a ibw id rgw vwar bs qiear ninwbra wcwe, U sus qguaowe ub gwe w e rg r agw g s bi usw giq nyxg U q brws rim rgiyfg,
I fell asleep 'bout 3 or so. Woke up and opened today. Tracy was the carhop, which is great - her and I get along really well. There's a lot of verbal sparring. She got mad at me because I kept forgetting to ask if they wanted creme and sugar with their coffee, so I started putting "-KS" on random things (that's code for "No creme or sugar"). She started doing it too. There were a few frustrating moments, but all in all, it went pretty well. Ray's stepping down as a manager, though, and Rick is starting to express some concerns and anxieties as well. We're also losing Rudy in a week or so, which means Dave may be in a tough spot here soon. I'm going to try to take advantage of the situation and get a raise, because my current pay rate is ludicrous.
Lilie stopped by right before I got off to see if her thing had finished downloading. It had. Well, I was fairly sure - when I left at 6, it still had about half an hour left. I fired up the torrent for the K season of MST3K (12+ gigs; about 10% done) before I left, so at least something would be worked on as well. I told her I'd call her when I got off, and she could come over and we'd figure out how to burn this 2.5 gig archive to disk (with WinRAR as a last resort). She actually got there about the same time as I did.
On the way home, there was this really obnoxious blonde bitch right behind me. She was doing like 30 - 45 down these tiny residential roads, and was kind of swerving, and just causing problems. I really, really hate people who can't drive. I mean, I make my share of mistakes, but they're few and fair between. For the most part, I'm a competent driver. I've never been in an accident, though I've come fairly close. The other area I really excel is multi-tasking. I can carry on multiple conversations at once (and do so fairly regularly at work, especially taking an order and talking to someone at the same time), and can split my attention multiple ways without significantly degrading performance in either area. So, I can drive while talking on a cell phone without issues. I don't really pay attention to the phone. Let me rephrase that. I do, but just enough to maintain the conversation - my primary focus is still on the road. I've even had people comment on my ability to do so. However, I've seen plenty of people who *can't*. And that's really annoying.
So anyway.
We had some issues with the archive, until I grabbed Winzip 9.0 - Winace couldn't handle it, for some reason. Took 4 CDs, but got it done. She didn't really hang around much longer after that, which was suprising. Well, not that she left, but that it took her so long to do so. Shelley IM'ed me/her/us/whatever while she was here. Had a couple interesting conversations.
I crashed after Lilie left, and woke up about 7. I initially freaked out, since I thought it was 7 am, and I had two tests to prepare for and some probability homework to do before then. But it wasn't; I had just taken a short nap. Mike came in shortly thereafer; we had some interesting conversations. I finally showed Janelle the wonders of BitTorrent, and got that, as well as Spybot and Ad-Aware, set up on her computer. Cleaned up her start menu and got rid of a bunch of unnecessary programs as well.
Which leaves me here.
Yesterday was a weird day. It was a day of ex-girlfriends. So I ran into Kenni at the LBJ student center; already wrote about that. I sent Chelsea a short 'Happy Birthday' email that morning, and she responded. The entire exchange is posted below. Later, Suzie IM'ed me, and we talked a little bit. Which was kind of weird, right in front of Lilie.
Right after I got home, I checked my email, then started cleaning up my room, in an attempt to make it halfway presentable. Got most of it done; went ahead and took a shower. I brought my phone into the bathroom so that I'd hear it - I wasn't sure if she or Sonic would call, but wanted to get it either way. She did, and we talked ("You're talking on your phone in the shower?") briefly. I told her to take her time heading over, since I was about to finish up my shower. I did, and she pulled up right as I was getting the last pile of dirty clothes out of my room. I checked my email real quick, and that's when I got the message from Chelsea. All Lilie saw was me go "Oh shit; oh shit" as I read it, then I closed it up. It was really, really weird. Apparently, I still have all kinds of unresolved issues there - I started to break down pretty fast. I went into the bathroom and shut the door and cried a little, but managed to regain my composure. I came back into the bedroom and lay back down, but I just kind of lay there. I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I kept almost crying. I hate that feeling.
She picked up on what was going on - or rather, that she didn't know what was going on - really quickly, and tried to comfort me. I eventually (sort of) explained what was going on. It was just... really weird. This is the second girlfriend (well, technically, she's not, but it sure feels like it sometimes) (Suzie being the first) where I've just completely broken down in front of them about Chelsea. Tracy and Ashley agree that that's probably not a good thing, especially if I want to form a lasting relationship - that's not something a girl likes to see, their boyfriend (or whatever) crying to them about another girl. It's not like I chose to, though.
But anyway.
We got it up and running no problem, other than the slow connection. I've never had terribly fast connections here as it is. So we hung out. Watched 'The New Guy', which is an awesome, awesome movie. She hadn't seen it before. We also watched a bunch of misc. comedy clips I have, and some Celebrity Jeopardy from SNL. Janelle came home at one point, and made dinner, which was cool. Steak fingers, fries, and corn.
Delicious.
Lilie is a salter, just like Janelle. Disgusting.
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Wait. Ignore that last sentence.
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Okay, glad i got that out. I can come back to reality now.
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I was wrong.
Agw juaaws nw v xj, Niew o aauib rwkt rg b agw;a wcwe juaaws nw vwdiew, Qw n sw iyr, kir, Qw wbsws yo oewaaws f ubar gwe x e, U rgubj ur q a ainwrgubf kujw rwb nubyrwa qgwew rgwew q a birgubf wkaw ub rgw qieksm hyar gwe bs nwm bs rgw xibbwxruib vwrqwwb ya, Qwkkm bir birgubf wkaw x e sus seucw vtm vyr bwurgwe id ya x ews, Qguxg ua xiik, drweq esam agw sus n jw xinnwbr viyr giq agw;s fibw bs xibdyaws rgubfa f ub, Qguxg q a qwues, U g s dwq are t rgiyfgra ua agw siubf ur ib oyeoiaw Siwa agw wbhit rgw issurt U;n bir ayew, Agw wcwb ajws nw drweq esa ua agw;a fiis juaawe, Agw ua, U dwkr v sm rgiyfgm ;x yaw U jbiq U;n ew kktm ew kkt eyart ur;a vwwb yurw qgukw aubxw U;cw ew kkt n sw iyr qurg btibw,
U g s ri x kk gwe kurrkw k rwem ;x yaw agw kwdr gwe aybfk aawa bs w eeubfa gwew, Agw x nw v xj bs fir rgwnm bs agw qwbr ri juaa nw fiisbufgrm vyr U susb;r juaa gwe v xj, Qguxg q a ibw id rgw vwar bs qiear ninwbra wcwe, U sus qguaowe ub gwe w e rg r agw g s bi usw giq nyxg U q brws rim rgiyfg,
I fell asleep 'bout 3 or so. Woke up and opened today. Tracy was the carhop, which is great - her and I get along really well. There's a lot of verbal sparring. She got mad at me because I kept forgetting to ask if they wanted creme and sugar with their coffee, so I started putting "-KS" on random things (that's code for "No creme or sugar"). She started doing it too. There were a few frustrating moments, but all in all, it went pretty well. Ray's stepping down as a manager, though, and Rick is starting to express some concerns and anxieties as well. We're also losing Rudy in a week or so, which means Dave may be in a tough spot here soon. I'm going to try to take advantage of the situation and get a raise, because my current pay rate is ludicrous.
Lilie stopped by right before I got off to see if her thing had finished downloading. It had. Well, I was fairly sure - when I left at 6, it still had about half an hour left. I fired up the torrent for the K season of MST3K (12+ gigs; about 10% done) before I left, so at least something would be worked on as well. I told her I'd call her when I got off, and she could come over and we'd figure out how to burn this 2.5 gig archive to disk (with WinRAR as a last resort). She actually got there about the same time as I did.
On the way home, there was this really obnoxious blonde bitch right behind me. She was doing like 30 - 45 down these tiny residential roads, and was kind of swerving, and just causing problems. I really, really hate people who can't drive. I mean, I make my share of mistakes, but they're few and fair between. For the most part, I'm a competent driver. I've never been in an accident, though I've come fairly close. The other area I really excel is multi-tasking. I can carry on multiple conversations at once (and do so fairly regularly at work, especially taking an order and talking to someone at the same time), and can split my attention multiple ways without significantly degrading performance in either area. So, I can drive while talking on a cell phone without issues. I don't really pay attention to the phone. Let me rephrase that. I do, but just enough to maintain the conversation - my primary focus is still on the road. I've even had people comment on my ability to do so. However, I've seen plenty of people who *can't*. And that's really annoying.
So anyway.
We had some issues with the archive, until I grabbed Winzip 9.0 - Winace couldn't handle it, for some reason. Took 4 CDs, but got it done. She didn't really hang around much longer after that, which was suprising. Well, not that she left, but that it took her so long to do so. Shelley IM'ed me/her/us/whatever while she was here. Had a couple interesting conversations.
I crashed after Lilie left, and woke up about 7. I initially freaked out, since I thought it was 7 am, and I had two tests to prepare for and some probability homework to do before then. But it wasn't; I had just taken a short nap. Mike came in shortly thereafer; we had some interesting conversations. I finally showed Janelle the wonders of BitTorrent, and got that, as well as Spybot and Ad-Aware, set up on her computer. Cleaned up her start menu and got rid of a bunch of unnecessary programs as well.
Which leaves me here.
2004-11-08
MarryAnAmerican - Homepage - No good American will be left behind!
MarryAnAmerican - Homepage - No good American will be left behind!
Given how things are going with Lilie right now, I'm halfway tempted to sign up.
Given how things are going with Lilie right now, I'm halfway tempted to sign up.
I will lift your name on high - El Shaddai
| From: jackalope <jackalope@gmail.com> To: Chelsea Williams <> Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2004 09:03:43 -0600 Subject: Happy Birthday!! |
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| From: Chelsea L Williams <> To: jackalope <jackalope@gmail.com> Date: Mon, 08 Nov 2004 13:08:08 -0800 Subject: Re: Happy Birthday!! |
Thanks so much, Billy! And a happy birthday to you as well (please forgive me; I cannot remember the exact day, but I'm pretty sure it's in November). Chels P.S. Have you seen The Incredibles yet? There's this short at the beginning called "Bounding" that has a Jackalope in it. It made me think of you. P.P.S. Have a nice day. :) |
Safe in my own skin; I just want to be happy again
So I talked to my CS teacher, and she's going to let me take the test on Wednesday. That's all sorts of awesome.
I'm still worried about FA, but not too much. I'll deal with it and do the best I can.
So this morning, I didn't leave 'til about 9:15 or so, since I haven't had any problems finding a spot. But I did today. I couldn't just go home and walk to class, since I had to be at my chem test. The final replaces the lowest test, but only if you were there for it - no auto 0-replacing. So I couldn't find a spot - spent about twenty to thirty minutes looking for one, to no avail. So I jumped the curb and parked in the grass so I could make it to the test on time. And I did. I was a little late, but oddly enough, Paige had left a copy of the test on my seat for me. Which was pretty cool. I wasn't terribly afraid of them towing my truck - I doubt they'd be able to get the tow truck over the curb, especially given the tight confines of the parking lot. I was worried, though, that they'd give me a ticket.
They didn't. Booty!!
Called Rose, to ask her ud U xiyks yaw gwe ub ibw id nt oiaauvkw usw a ubcikcubf Kukuw,Vyr agw q ab;r rgwewl U kwdr jubs id b iss nwaa fw, Qw;kk aww giq rg r fiwa, As I was walking through the Student Center on my way home, I ran into Kenni. Yes, first kiss Kenni. Hadn't seen her in a *long* time. She's still engaged to Billy; she went up to Kentucky to see him graduate from boot camp, and he's coming down for her birthday. We talked for a bit...
ARGH!! FUCKING SONIC!! I HATE YOU!!
Ray's not coming in tonight - I think he's quitting or something - and they need someone to come in and manage tonight. Argh. We don't really have any assistant managers - Me, Ray, Javi, Rick, and Rudy. 'Cept we all have very restricted schedules - Rudy's only Saturday and Sunday, but not Sunday night; Ray's quitting, it sounds like; Javi works his ass off already; Rick is working tonight, but only 'til 10, so I might go in and finish everything up, we'll see. I know what Lilie's going to say.
Speaking of which, she's going to come over and use my broadband connection to download the WoW beta test client, burn it to CD, and take it home. So that's fun. We'll hang out as well, it's no t like she's just coming over to use my connectin - we didn't talk all weekend.
But I have to go now, and get ready.
I'm still worried about FA, but not too much. I'll deal with it and do the best I can.
So this morning, I didn't leave 'til about 9:15 or so, since I haven't had any problems finding a spot. But I did today. I couldn't just go home and walk to class, since I had to be at my chem test. The final replaces the lowest test, but only if you were there for it - no auto 0-replacing. So I couldn't find a spot - spent about twenty to thirty minutes looking for one, to no avail. So I jumped the curb and parked in the grass so I could make it to the test on time. And I did. I was a little late, but oddly enough, Paige had left a copy of the test on my seat for me. Which was pretty cool. I wasn't terribly afraid of them towing my truck - I doubt they'd be able to get the tow truck over the curb, especially given the tight confines of the parking lot. I was worried, though, that they'd give me a ticket.
They didn't. Booty!!
Called Rose, to ask her ud U xiyks yaw gwe ub ibw id nt oiaauvkw usw a ubcikcubf Kukuw,Vyr agw q ab;r rgwewl U kwdr jubs id b iss nwaa fw, Qw;kk aww giq rg r fiwa, As I was walking through the Student Center on my way home, I ran into Kenni. Yes, first kiss Kenni. Hadn't seen her in a *long* time. She's still engaged to Billy; she went up to Kentucky to see him graduate from boot camp, and he's coming down for her birthday. We talked for a bit...
ARGH!! FUCKING SONIC!! I HATE YOU!!
Ray's not coming in tonight - I think he's quitting or something - and they need someone to come in and manage tonight. Argh. We don't really have any assistant managers - Me, Ray, Javi, Rick, and Rudy. 'Cept we all have very restricted schedules - Rudy's only Saturday and Sunday, but not Sunday night; Ray's quitting, it sounds like; Javi works his ass off already; Rick is working tonight, but only 'til 10, so I might go in and finish everything up, we'll see. I know what Lilie's going to say.
Speaking of which, she's going to come over and use my broadband connection to download the WoW beta test client, burn it to CD, and take it home. So that's fun. We'll hang out as well, it's no t like she's just coming over to use my connectin - we didn't talk all weekend.
But I have to go now, and get ready.
I'm sinking slowly, so hurry hold me
Been having a fun day. Finally went back to Chemistry, just in time for the third test. I think I attended... one (?) of the days when we covered material for that test. So it was fun. I mean, seriously. I haven't had a test like that since high school, where it didn't matter - we get to replace our lowest test grade with our final, and I opted to make sure it was this one. Cocky? Sure. But it's about time I started showing that I'm still the near-genius I was a few years ago. That class is going to go fine; I just have to do some serious review for the final. The lab is turning out to be quite a breeze as well.
Probability is the other class I'm not worried about at all. I did miss a homework assignment, but I've already done this, back in Stat & Prob AP in high school with Stapp. We just go a little more in-depth, and prove statements that we previously took as axioms. I just have to catch up on the homework, and I'll be fine.
Intro to Fine Arts... I'm a little worried on this one. I have either 7 or 8 absences. He gives 5 free ones, then deducts something insane like 7.5 points for each subsequent one. That means I'm looking at something like -15 or 22.5 points. To get a 'C', which is 70%, I'd have to pull off a 92.5. Which I'm not sure I can. I *hate* fine arts. Well, to be more precise, I hate flat, 2-dimensional art. I mean, some of it looks cool, but I hate things like the impressionist movement, where they're just getting their emotions out and seeking catharsis. I certainly don't mind them doing it, I mind having to analyze and try to understand their thoughts in order to prove I can program computers. I suppose you could argue that it's just part of being an educated, well-rounded person. I wouldn't listen if you did. I enjoy classical music, and can deal with that fairly well, and I think that's part of what helped me on the last test. Come to think of it, I don't like analyzing literature either. I mean, I can do it - but it's like pulling teeth. I'm just glad I tested out of mose of it and haven't really had to do any of it since starting college. But back to Intro to Fine Arts (shouldn't the 7 years of band count for something?) - I'm going to get my critique in that's due Friday, then the one that's due at the end of the month, then do the 30 points of extra critiques, and prepare like crazy for this test and the final. That's about all I can do, and I guess I'm ready to repeat this class next semester if necessary (I'm probably going to take like 20-something hours next semester anyway).
CS - this class, I have to pass. Seriously. Right now, I'm looking at graduating next Spring, based on the CS bottleneck - my last two semesters are going to literally be nothing but CS courses, which they seriously don't recommend.
Fuck them.
In other news...
Closed last night as the manager. Looks like Sunday nights are 'my' shift now. Things went all right. Emily is an awesome fountain, and Freddie and Andrew held the kitchen down. But I lost a 21 again. That's endlessly frustrating - I'm not really sure what happened. Habitually, the first thing I do when I start counting a carhop down is count their 21, then put a rubber band on it and throw it in the drawer. But I am fairly absent-minded at times, especially when it comes to leaving small objects (I have the hardest time holding on to pencils and pens), so that's a possible explanation. The other is that someone stole it, but I don't really believe that. There wasn't anyone there that I would accuse of stealing. So I ran to the bank and replaced it from my personal account. Which is endlessly frustrating. But it was my responsibility, so I had little other choice.
I did manage to slam my finger (left index) in my truck door. It hurts like crazy, especially when I use it to put pressure on something else (like type). It still feels kind of compressed at the end as well. There's a decent chunk ripped of my cuticle, almost horizontally, which also really, really hurts. But it's nothing major, and should be healed up before too long.
Things with Lilie are still... well, yeah. I'll talk about that when I get home and have access to my cypher. I tried doing it just now manually, and it doesn't quite work.
That, and I want to see what I can do with that ass-crazy comment someone left.
Probability is the other class I'm not worried about at all. I did miss a homework assignment, but I've already done this, back in Stat & Prob AP in high school with Stapp. We just go a little more in-depth, and prove statements that we previously took as axioms. I just have to catch up on the homework, and I'll be fine.
Intro to Fine Arts... I'm a little worried on this one. I have either 7 or 8 absences. He gives 5 free ones, then deducts something insane like 7.5 points for each subsequent one. That means I'm looking at something like -15 or 22.5 points. To get a 'C', which is 70%, I'd have to pull off a 92.5. Which I'm not sure I can. I *hate* fine arts. Well, to be more precise, I hate flat, 2-dimensional art. I mean, some of it looks cool, but I hate things like the impressionist movement, where they're just getting their emotions out and seeking catharsis. I certainly don't mind them doing it, I mind having to analyze and try to understand their thoughts in order to prove I can program computers. I suppose you could argue that it's just part of being an educated, well-rounded person. I wouldn't listen if you did. I enjoy classical music, and can deal with that fairly well, and I think that's part of what helped me on the last test. Come to think of it, I don't like analyzing literature either. I mean, I can do it - but it's like pulling teeth. I'm just glad I tested out of mose of it and haven't really had to do any of it since starting college. But back to Intro to Fine Arts (shouldn't the 7 years of band count for something?) - I'm going to get my critique in that's due Friday, then the one that's due at the end of the month, then do the 30 points of extra critiques, and prepare like crazy for this test and the final. That's about all I can do, and I guess I'm ready to repeat this class next semester if necessary (I'm probably going to take like 20-something hours next semester anyway).
CS - this class, I have to pass. Seriously. Right now, I'm looking at graduating next Spring, based on the CS bottleneck - my last two semesters are going to literally be nothing but CS courses, which they seriously don't recommend.
Fuck them.
In other news...
Closed last night as the manager. Looks like Sunday nights are 'my' shift now. Things went all right. Emily is an awesome fountain, and Freddie and Andrew held the kitchen down. But I lost a 21 again. That's endlessly frustrating - I'm not really sure what happened. Habitually, the first thing I do when I start counting a carhop down is count their 21, then put a rubber band on it and throw it in the drawer. But I am fairly absent-minded at times, especially when it comes to leaving small objects (I have the hardest time holding on to pencils and pens), so that's a possible explanation. The other is that someone stole it, but I don't really believe that. There wasn't anyone there that I would accuse of stealing. So I ran to the bank and replaced it from my personal account. Which is endlessly frustrating. But it was my responsibility, so I had little other choice.
I did manage to slam my finger (left index) in my truck door. It hurts like crazy, especially when I use it to put pressure on something else (like type). It still feels kind of compressed at the end as well. There's a decent chunk ripped of my cuticle, almost horizontally, which also really, really hurts. But it's nothing major, and should be healed up before too long.
Things with Lilie are still... well, yeah. I'll talk about that when I get home and have access to my cypher. I tried doing it just now manually, and it doesn't quite work.
That, and I want to see what I can do with that ass-crazy comment someone left.
2004-11-06
Tiy g cw bi usw giq nyxg U q brws ri juaa tiy v xjm Kukuw
There are few joys greater in life than bringing a smile to the face of someone you care about.
Especially if it's a really cute girl that you really care about.
Especially if it's a really cute girl that you really care about.
Saturday morning boredness
I know I'm getting old - 9 am is sleeping in for me now.
But anyway...
People have come to my blog through some odd searches:
Greenish brown female sheep
gingerbread Jews
imitation crab meat, how to cook it
she makes me feel warm and fuzzy
"chelsea williams" "todd"
And, of course, I get a ton of hits from people searching for lyrics of 'Pretty Life' or something by, judging from the search keys, Katie B Jackalope or something like that. I may have to look into it.
But anyway...
People have come to my blog through some odd searches:
Greenish brown female sheep
gingerbread Jews
imitation crab meat, how to cook it
she makes me feel warm and fuzzy
"chelsea williams" "todd"
And, of course, I get a ton of hits from people searching for lyrics of 'Pretty Life' or something by, judging from the search keys, Katie B Jackalope or something like that. I may have to look into it.
I'm gonna go out and let myself get absolutely soaking wet
I hate crying; I really do. It leaves me feeling drained and tired, and if it's later at night, my nose is always really stopped for a while the next morning.
2004-11-05
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Ai icwe kkm rgubfa ew dyb,
Ewkw aw nw,,, tiy;cw fir giks ib nw
Now that I'm completely caught up, it's time for some analyzation and introspection.
Ai U iowbws qurg Re xt ib Rgyeas t, U riks gwe wcwetrgubf viyr Kukuwm bs agw r kjws viyr aunuku e aury ruib agw;a ub qurg rgua fyt, Rg r;a jubs id ewsys brm rgiyfgm aubxw agw;a are ufgr, Vyr btq t, Agw v aux kkt a us ur aiybsws kujw Kukuw q a vkw ri virg g cw gwe x jw bs w r ur riim aubxw agw q a ub aweuiya wniruib k ewk ruibaguo kibf suar bxwm vyr rgeiyfg nwm q a vkw ri wax ow ibw id rgw n ub swreunwbra ri ayxg aury ruib rgw k xj id ogtaux k ubrun xt, U nw bm rg r aiybsa jubs id qeibf ur;a bir kujw agw;a hyar yaubf nw kujw rg r, U rgubj, U;n d uekt xwer ub agw xry kkt siwa kujw nw kujw rg r, U nw bm rg r aiybsa jubs id qeibf ur;a bir kujw agw;a hyar yaubf nw kujw rg r, U rgubj, U;n d uekt xwer ub agw xry kkt siwa kujw nw kujw rg r, Ai tw gm Re xt bs U r kjwsm bs U kai g s aunuku e suaxyaauib qurg agkwt qgwb agw eeucws, Rgwt virg feww rg r ud rgwew;a fiubf ri vw bt xg bfwm ur;a fiubf ri g cw ri xinw dein nw, Qguxg ua qg r U q a de us id, U;n ew kkt aryvviebm bs yay kkt sib;r kujw xg bfw, U x b s or qurgiyr uaayw niar id rgw runwm vyr rg r siwab;r nw b U kujw ur, Vyr qg r ur kk viuka siqb ri ua rgua U;n fiubf ri g cw ri r kj ri gwe, U;n fiubf ri g cw ri xg bfw ainwrgubf ud U q br iye ewk ruibaguo ri xg bfw, Fe brwsm ur qukk wcwbry kktm vyr giq kibf ur r jwa ua btvist;a fywaa, U;n bir ew kkt xindier vkw qurg iye xyeewbr aury ruib, Ur;a ew kkt bir d ue ri btibw, Ur;a bir d ue ri Kukuw vt gwe iqb snuaauibm ur n jwa gwe o bux kirl U f rgwe ur oyra gwe ybswe ybsyw arewaa, Ur;a swduburwkt bir d ue ri Aw b wurgwem ybkwaa agw;a riks gun wcwetrgubf rg r qw;cw vwwb yo ri, Qguxg U siyvr, bs wcwb rgwbm ur;a arukk bir d ue ri gun U gufgktm gufgkt siyvr rg r gw;a xinokwrwkt ij t qurg urm wcwb ud gw a ta gw uam aaynubf gw jbiqa qg r;a fiubf ib, a Kukuw a us ri Agwkkwt ub ewdwewbxw ri Xgeuam ur r jwa kir id o ruwbxw ri ayxxwaadykkt kibf suar bxw ewk ruibaguo, Vyr U sib;r jbiq ud agw ua, Qwkkm siubf ur wzxkyaucwkt, bs k arktm ur;a bir d ue ri nw, U ew kktm ew kkt x ew die gwe, Vyr U ewdyaw ri ok t awxibs v b b ie qg rwcwe ur ua U;n siubf, Qwkkm rg r;a bir ew kkt reyw, U;n bir yurw ayew qg r ur ua qw g cw, Ayooiawsktm bs rgw idduxu k o ert kubw uam rg r qw;ew hyar deuwbsa, Ew kkt ogtaux kkt ddwxruib rw deuwbsa, Vyr bir dyxj vyssuwa ie viirt vyssuwa ie qg rwcwe xe t rwen ur ua rgw jusa yaw, Qw si g cw ainw wniruib k xibbwxruibm ainwqgwew, U rgubj, U;n a tubf rgua v aws ib rgw q t qw ewm iye gyfam rgw q t agw kiija r nw qgwb qw kiij ub w xg irgwe;a wtwa, Ur;a hyar ew kkt g es die nw ri a t rg r jubs id rgubf qurg xwer ubrt, Ur;a rgw iks awkd warwwn uaayw rg r;a kq ta ok fyws nw, Ur qwbr ubri ewnuaauib syeubf rgw k rwe gufg axgiik tw eam vyr x nw v xj r dykk arewbfrgm ud bir areibfwem drwe fe sy ruibm bs g a ibkt vwxinw areibfwe icwe rgw tw ea, Rg r;a qgt U x b;r a t Agw kujwa nw qurgiyr gwsfubf ur ainwqg r, U sib;r jbiq ud U wcwe xiyksm ybkwaa qw qwew xry kkt fiubf iyr bs agw;s riks nw ooeizun rwkt bubw vukkuib runwa,
Or something like that. Sorry for that little dovetail. Back to the main story:
Ai U q br ri r kj ri gwem wzok ub rg r rgua ew kkt uab;r qiejubf iyr, Rgw oeivkwn ua rg r ibxw U swxusw rim U;n bir fiubf ri q ur die rgw ;eufgr ninwbr;, Duearm U sib;r jbiq ud rgwew ew kkt ua ibwm bie n U bt fiis r dufyeubf iyr qgwb ur ua, U;n hyar bir fiis r q urubf ib rgubfa kujw rgua, Ibxw U swxusw ri a t ainwrgubf ri ainwibwm U yay kkt a t ur r rgw bwzr iooyeryburt, Qguxg uab;r ri a t U;n uno ruwbr d e dein ur U hyar sib;r aww rgw oiubr ub q urubf qgwb rgubfa kujw rgua ew xibxwebws, Ai agw;a r kjubf viyr g bfubf iyr ribufgrm bs ur;kk oeiv vkt wbs yo gwewm ewf eskwaa id qgwrgwe qw fi ri rgw nicuwa duear ie hyar xinw gwew ri q rxg ibw ie ainwrgubf, Rgua qiyksb;r vw fiis ok xw ri r kj ri gwe viyr urm aubxw ur;a ;nt ryed;m a iooiaws ri bwyre k feiybs, Qwkkm ur;a bir yurw rg r v sm aubxw agw;s g cw gwe x e bs qiyks vw vkw ri kw cw, Ur;a hyar,,, rgw rqi id ya kibw gwew qiyksb;r wz xrkt vw xibsyxucw ri rg r aier id r kj, Ur;s vw niew xibsyxucw ri rgw jubs id rgubf rg r n jwa r kjubf bwxwaa et, Rg r siwab;r aiybs yurw eufgrm bir kujw U nw br ur ri, Ur;a d e niew ayffwarucw rg b U ubrwbsws, Vyr qg rwcwe,
Ur;a bir rg r U;n fiubf ri a tm ;Tiy g cw ri xgiiawm gun ie nw,; Vyr rg r;a qg r ur aier id vuika siqb ri, Vyr U;n bir fiubf ri vw rg r suewxr, U;n hyar fiubf ri kwr gwe jbiq rg r rgua qgikw rgubf uab;r qiejubf iyr U;n bir xindier vkw qurg urm ur;a bir d ue ri btibw xibxwebwsm bs qw bwws ri wbs ur, Rgwb U;n fiubf ri v xj idd n hiektm ri kwr gwe jbiq rg r U;n aweuiya, Bi niew juaaubf, Bi niew rwb nubyrw fiis vtw gyfa, U g cw ri vw areibf, U sib;r jbiq ud U;cw wcwe vwwb rg r areibf ub nt kudw, U hyar giow U x b vw die ibxw, U hyar x b;r rwkk ainwibw rgwt g cw ri xgiiaw vwrqwwb nw bs ainwibw wkaw, U;n bir rg r jubs id oweaib, Ur aier id ruwa ubri irgwe rgubfa U qiyks bwcwe dufgr ainwibw ub bt awbaw id rgw qies die ainwibw, U rgubj rg r jubs id rgubf ua ubxewsuvkt suaewaowxrdyk id rgw oweaib ub ywaruib, Ur;a rgwue xgiuxw, U;n bir fiubf ri efyw qurg rgwn viyr qgt rgwt agiyks vw qurg nw, U x b;r ybswear bs rg r, Ud rgwt r jw oweay subfm rgwt sib;r ew kkt q br ri vw qurg tiy, Ie ud ainwibw q bra ri vew j yo qurg tiym qgt efyw Ur;a kujw rgw duear runw U veijw yo qurg Nubstm bs agw ar erws swv rubf rgw oiubra qurg nw, Xkw eubf yo nuaxinnybux ruib ua ibw rgubfm vyr dk r iyr efyubf viyr ainwibw bir q brubf ri vw qurg tiy Wcwb ud tiy qubm qg r fiis g cw tiy sibw Qgt qiyks ainwibw q br ri vw qurg ainwibw qgi q bra ri vew j yo qurg rgwn
But that's just my opinion
Ai U iowbws qurg Re xt ib Rgyeas t, U riks gwe wcwetrgubf viyr Kukuwm bs agw r kjws viyr aunuku e aury ruib agw;a ub qurg rgua fyt, Rg r;a jubs id ewsys brm rgiyfgm aubxw agw;a are ufgr, Vyr btq t, Agw v aux kkt a us ur aiybsws kujw Kukuw q a vkw ri virg g cw gwe x jw bs w r ur riim aubxw agw q a ub aweuiya wniruib k ewk ruibaguo kibf suar bxwm vyr rgeiyfg nwm q a vkw ri wax ow ibw id rgw n ub swreunwbra ri ayxg aury ruib rgw k xj id ogtaux k ubrun xt, U nw bm rg r aiybsa jubs id qeibf ur;a bir kujw agw;a hyar yaubf nw kujw rg r, U rgubj, U;n d uekt xwer ub agw xry kkt siwa kujw nw kujw rg r, U nw bm rg r aiybsa jubs id qeibf ur;a bir kujw agw;a hyar yaubf nw kujw rg r, U rgubj, U;n d uekt xwer ub agw xry kkt siwa kujw nw kujw rg r, Ai tw gm Re xt bs U r kjwsm bs U kai g s aunuku e suaxyaauib qurg agkwt qgwb agw eeucws, Rgwt virg feww rg r ud rgwew;a fiubf ri vw bt xg bfwm ur;a fiubf ri g cw ri xinw dein nw, Qguxg ua qg r U q a de us id, U;n ew kkt aryvviebm bs yay kkt sib;r kujw xg bfw, U x b s or qurgiyr uaayw niar id rgw runwm vyr rg r siwab;r nw b U kujw ur, Vyr qg r ur kk viuka siqb ri ua rgua U;n fiubf ri g cw ri r kj ri gwe, U;n fiubf ri g cw ri xg bfw ainwrgubf ud U q br iye ewk ruibaguo ri xg bfw, Fe brwsm ur qukk wcwbry kktm vyr giq kibf ur r jwa ua btvist;a fywaa, U;n bir ew kkt xindier vkw qurg iye xyeewbr aury ruib, Ur;a ew kkt bir d ue ri btibw, Ur;a bir d ue ri Kukuw vt gwe iqb snuaauibm ur n jwa gwe o bux kirl U f rgwe ur oyra gwe ybswe ybsyw arewaa, Ur;a swduburwkt bir d ue ri Aw b wurgwem ybkwaa agw;a riks gun wcwetrgubf rg r qw;cw vwwb yo ri, Qguxg U siyvr, bs wcwb rgwbm ur;a arukk bir d ue ri gun U gufgktm gufgkt siyvr rg r gw;a xinokwrwkt ij t qurg urm wcwb ud gw a ta gw uam aaynubf gw jbiqa qg r;a fiubf ib, a Kukuw a us ri Agwkkwt ub ewdwewbxw ri Xgeuam ur r jwa kir id o ruwbxw ri ayxxwaadykkt kibf suar bxw ewk ruibaguo, Vyr U sib;r jbiq ud agw ua, Qwkkm siubf ur wzxkyaucwkt, bs k arktm ur;a bir d ue ri nw, U ew kktm ew kkt x ew die gwe, Vyr U ewdyaw ri ok t awxibs v b b ie qg rwcwe ur ua U;n siubf, Qwkkm rg r;a bir ew kkt reyw, U;n bir yurw ayew qg r ur ua qw g cw, Ayooiawsktm bs rgw idduxu k o ert kubw uam rg r qw;ew hyar deuwbsa, Ew kkt ogtaux kkt ddwxruib rw deuwbsa, Vyr bir dyxj vyssuwa ie viirt vyssuwa ie qg rwcwe xe t rwen ur ua rgw jusa yaw, Qw si g cw ainw wniruib k xibbwxruibm ainwqgwew, U rgubj, U;n a tubf rgua v aws ib rgw q t qw ewm iye gyfam rgw q t agw kiija r nw qgwb qw kiij ub w xg irgwe;a wtwa, Ur;a hyar ew kkt g es die nw ri a t rg r jubs id rgubf qurg xwer ubrt, Ur;a rgw iks awkd warwwn uaayw rg r;a kq ta ok fyws nw, Ur qwbr ubri ewnuaauib syeubf rgw k rwe gufg axgiik tw eam vyr x nw v xj r dykk arewbfrgm ud bir areibfwem drwe fe sy ruibm bs g a ibkt vwxinw areibfwe icwe rgw tw ea, Rg r;a qgt U x b;r a t Agw kujwa nw qurgiyr gwsfubf ur ainwqg r, U sib;r jbiq ud U wcwe xiyksm ybkwaa qw qwew xry kkt fiubf iyr bs agw;s riks nw ooeizun rwkt bubw vukkuib runwa,
Or something like that. Sorry for that little dovetail. Back to the main story:
Ai U q br ri r kj ri gwem wzok ub rg r rgua ew kkt uab;r qiejubf iyr, Rgw oeivkwn ua rg r ibxw U swxusw rim U;n bir fiubf ri q ur die rgw ;eufgr ninwbr;, Duearm U sib;r jbiq ud rgwew ew kkt ua ibwm bie n U bt fiis r dufyeubf iyr qgwb ur ua, U;n hyar bir fiis r q urubf ib rgubfa kujw rgua, Ibxw U swxusw ri a t ainwrgubf ri ainwibwm U yay kkt a t ur r rgw bwzr iooyeryburt, Qguxg uab;r ri a t U;n uno ruwbr d e dein ur U hyar sib;r aww rgw oiubr ub q urubf qgwb rgubfa kujw rgua ew xibxwebws, Ai agw;a r kjubf viyr g bfubf iyr ribufgrm bs ur;kk oeiv vkt wbs yo gwewm ewf eskwaa id qgwrgwe qw fi ri rgw nicuwa duear ie hyar xinw gwew ri q rxg ibw ie ainwrgubf, Rgua qiyksb;r vw fiis ok xw ri r kj ri gwe viyr urm aubxw ur;a ;nt ryed;m a iooiaws ri bwyre k feiybs, Qwkkm ur;a bir yurw rg r v sm aubxw agw;s g cw gwe x e bs qiyks vw vkw ri kw cw, Ur;a hyar,,, rgw rqi id ya kibw gwew qiyksb;r wz xrkt vw xibsyxucw ri rg r aier id r kj, Ur;s vw niew xibsyxucw ri rgw jubs id rgubf rg r n jwa r kjubf bwxwaa et, Rg r siwab;r aiybs yurw eufgrm bir kujw U nw br ur ri, Ur;a d e niew ayffwarucw rg b U ubrwbsws, Vyr qg rwcwe,
Ur;a bir rg r U;n fiubf ri a tm ;Tiy g cw ri xgiiawm gun ie nw,; Vyr rg r;a qg r ur aier id vuika siqb ri, Vyr U;n bir fiubf ri vw rg r suewxr, U;n hyar fiubf ri kwr gwe jbiq rg r rgua qgikw rgubf uab;r qiejubf iyr U;n bir xindier vkw qurg urm ur;a bir d ue ri btibw xibxwebwsm bs qw bwws ri wbs ur, Rgwb U;n fiubf ri v xj idd n hiektm ri kwr gwe jbiq rg r U;n aweuiya, Bi niew juaaubf, Bi niew rwb nubyrw fiis vtw gyfa, U g cw ri vw areibf, U sib;r jbiq ud U;cw wcwe vwwb rg r areibf ub nt kudw, U hyar giow U x b vw die ibxw, U hyar x b;r rwkk ainwibw rgwt g cw ri xgiiaw vwrqwwb nw bs ainwibw wkaw, U;n bir rg r jubs id oweaib, Ur aier id ruwa ubri irgwe rgubfa U qiyks bwcwe dufgr ainwibw ub bt awbaw id rgw qies die ainwibw, U rgubj rg r jubs id rgubf ua ubxewsuvkt suaewaowxrdyk id rgw oweaib ub ywaruib, Ur;a rgwue xgiuxw, U;n bir fiubf ri efyw qurg rgwn viyr qgt rgwt agiyks vw qurg nw, U x b;r ybswear bs rg r, Ud rgwt r jw oweay subfm rgwt sib;r ew kkt q br ri vw qurg tiy, Ie ud ainwibw q bra ri vew j yo qurg tiym qgt efyw Ur;a kujw rgw duear runw U veijw yo qurg Nubstm bs agw ar erws swv rubf rgw oiubra qurg nw, Xkw eubf yo nuaxinnybux ruib ua ibw rgubfm vyr dk r iyr efyubf viyr ainwibw bir q brubf ri vw qurg tiy Wcwb ud tiy qubm qg r fiis g cw tiy sibw Qgt qiyks ainwibw q br ri vw qurg ainwibw qgi q bra ri vew j yo qurg rgwn
But that's just my opinion
'Til the time you stop changing the rules, I'll keep chasing the soles of your shoes
I seem to only hurt those I care for.
Call it a talent.
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Anyway.
So we went to lunch yesterday - Mom, Janelle, Lilie, and me. Well, I had to get out of work first, which was a madhouse. Had I not had such a good reason to leave, I probably would have been there for another half hour. At least. But I wasn't really willing to miss out on lunch with those three very special ladies for Dave. We went to Italian Garden; it was pretty good. Everyone seemed to have a good time.
Today went okay. Didn't go to chem; was busy talking to Lilie about the encrypted part of my post earlier. Which there may be some more coming. Chem lab was okay; Grey got Jennifer (crap! Or is it Jessica? I still can't remember)'s number, and was calling her as I walked away. And that Jaylene girl asked me if I was going to play DDR afterwards; I thought I was, but I only played one game, then came home. And now I'm talking to Lilie online.
Call it a talent.
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Anyway.
So we went to lunch yesterday - Mom, Janelle, Lilie, and me. Well, I had to get out of work first, which was a madhouse. Had I not had such a good reason to leave, I probably would have been there for another half hour. At least. But I wasn't really willing to miss out on lunch with those three very special ladies for Dave. We went to Italian Garden; it was pretty good. Everyone seemed to have a good time.
Today went okay. Didn't go to chem; was busy talking to Lilie about the encrypted part of my post earlier. Which there may be some more coming. Chem lab was okay; Grey got Jennifer (crap! Or is it Jessica? I still can't remember)'s number, and was calling her as I walked away. And that Jaylene girl asked me if I was going to play DDR afterwards; I thought I was, but I only played one game, then came home. And now I'm talking to Lilie online.
But I can't help it if I'm just a fool, always having my heart set on you
Ur;a jubs id dybbt, U hyar kwr Kukuw aww rgw swxetorws arydd rg r U oiarws ib nt Vkif, Qwkkm rgw duear o e fe og, Ur susb;r fwr qwkk, Agw a us U awwn vurrwem ie bfet r gwem ie rg r U ewfwer ur, Bibw id qguxg ew reywm vt rgw q t, Agw sus a tm rgiyfgm rg r agw o buxa ; KIR;m qguxg siwab;r ew kkt n jw nw dwwk fiis, U;n bir yurw ayew qg r ri si r rgua oiubr, U swxusws r qiej twarwes t rg r U;n fiubf ri a t ainwrgubf ri gwe viyr qg r;a fiubf ibm bs giq ur x b;r k ar, Bir ibkt rg rm vyr U;n fiubf ri dikkiq ur yo qurg xruib rgua runw, Rg r;a ew kkt vwwb rgw oeivkwn vwdiew, Rgwew q ab;r bt xruib vwgubs rgw qiesa, Vyr rgua qgikw rgubf qw;cw fir fiubf ew kkt uab;r d ue ri btvist, Ur oyra gwe ybswe kir id arewaam waowxu kkt qgwb rgubfa kujw Aybs t bufgr g oowb, Ur;a bir d ue ri gwe xry k vitdeuwbsm Aw b U qibswe qg r gw qiyks rgubj ud gw jbwq viyr rgua U nw bm rgwew;a kq ta rgw idd xg bxw rg r agw riks gunm vyr U;n bir ayew viyr rg r ibw, bsm qwkkm ur;a bir d ue ri nw, U g cw rgwaw cwet swwo dwwkubfa die gwem vyr U;n x yfgr ub rgua qwues kunvi vwrqwwb deuwbs bs,,, ainwrgubf niew, Ur;a bir rg r U q br ri diexw gwe ri xgiiawm U hyar sib;r q br ri vw ub rgua aury ruib btniew, U;n bir ayew qgwb U;n fiubf ri r kj ri gwe viyr rgual U sib;r q br gwe ri wbs yo ub rw ea kujw k ar runwm rgiyfg U dw e rg r n t vw rgw ibkt xiyeaw,
U si q br ri n jw xkw em rgiyfgm rg r U sib;r ewfewr rgua, Ub gubsaufgrm ur n t bir g cw vwwb rg quawar xiyeawm vyr U sib;r ewfewr ur r kk, U;n kai bir n s r gwem bie n U vurrwe, Agw awwnws ri rgubj U q a kk rgeww id rgiaw w ekuwe, Qguxg U;n bir, U;n hyar kurrkw gyerm bs arwwkubf ntawkd die b,,, ybokw awbr xibcwea ruib, U;n arukk bir yurw ayew qg r ri a t, Vyr U;n qiejubf ib rg r,
U si q br ri n jw xkw em rgiyfgm rg r U sib;r ewfewr rgua, Ub gubsaufgrm ur n t bir g cw vwwb rg quawar xiyeawm vyr U sib;r ewfewr ur r kk, U;n kai bir n s r gwem bie n U vurrwe, Agw awwnws ri rgubj U q a kk rgeww id rgiaw w ekuwe, Qguxg U;n bir, U;n hyar kurrkw gyerm bs arwwkubf ntawkd die b,,, ybokw awbr xibcwea ruib, U;n arukk bir yurw ayew qg r ri a t, Vyr U;n qiejubf ib rg r,
2004-11-04
There's no sense in telling me; the wisdom of a fool won't set you free
So Tuesday evening, Lilie calls. She's bored, I'm bored, we're all bored. We couldn't go to a 50 cent movie, since there was NOTHING playing - Wimbledown, Anaconda 2, and the Cookout. Right. So.
I half-jokingly said, "Well, you could hang out over here and watch the election or something." Jokingly only because I didn't think she'd take me up on it.
She did.
I was freaking out, because Mom and Mike were talking about what a hard time they were going to give me while she was over here. They behaved, though. I gave her the tour, and showed her my room. She was surprised by the Britney poster on my wall - though I recently removed two other ones and the Spice Girls poster - but seemed to like it otherwise. I showed her my computer and collection of movies and music, and my PS2 and games - we are both geeks, after all.
So we watched the election for a bit, then she started playing SO3. She bought it, but her PS2 is in storage right now, so she hasn't been able to play it. She said my bed is really comfortable, but made a really weird comment about not being able to breathe on it. Or having trouble breathing. Or something like that.
She did start to fall asleep later. When questioned about it, she said that she was just really comfortable, and kinda tired. I think she was actually completely sleep at one point, but I'm not sure. So she finally left at one point. (Sean did call while she was over here, and I asked her if she realizes how incredibly awkward and weird that is when he does so.)
More to come later.
I half-jokingly said, "Well, you could hang out over here and watch the election or something." Jokingly only because I didn't think she'd take me up on it.
She did.
I was freaking out, because Mom and Mike were talking about what a hard time they were going to give me while she was over here. They behaved, though. I gave her the tour, and showed her my room. She was surprised by the Britney poster on my wall - though I recently removed two other ones and the Spice Girls poster - but seemed to like it otherwise. I showed her my computer and collection of movies and music, and my PS2 and games - we are both geeks, after all.
So we watched the election for a bit, then she started playing SO3. She bought it, but her PS2 is in storage right now, so she hasn't been able to play it. She said my bed is really comfortable, but made a really weird comment about not being able to breathe on it. Or having trouble breathing. Or something like that.
She did start to fall asleep later. When questioned about it, she said that she was just really comfortable, and kinda tired. I think she was actually completely sleep at one point, but I'm not sure. So she finally left at one point. (Sean did call while she was over here, and I asked her if she realizes how incredibly awkward and weird that is when he does so.)
More to come later.
Every night I look to the sky / Call your name and wonder why
This may be my largest picture post yet. It covers Friday afternoon at NexLevel, Saturday night at NexLevel, Sunday at work, and a few pictures of Janelle on Wednesday.
As always, you can click on a picture for a larger version.
Have fun!!
As always, you can click on a picture for a larger version.
Have fun!!
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| So this is NexLevel, the cybercafe on the square, just up the street from the Coffee Pot. Seems pretty cool off-hand. | This is one of the main guys. He's really cool, though I don't know his name. |
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| This is Pete, the owner. Also cool. | They have like 14 computers along the left wall. |
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| And a well-stocked fridge for thirsty gamers. Lots of Bawls. | This is the lounge. |
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| The TV, and those sweet, sweet metal DDR pads. 200 bucks a piece. | Close up, with my foot (size 13) as a size reference. |
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| From the front. The TV in the far back left has an X-Box on it. | It's hard to see, but Shelley bit me really, really hard on the shoulder and left a painful mark. She did this through my shirt. |
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| Not to be outdone, Lilie bit me on the area between the shoulder and neck and left an impressive mark as well. | I asked Josh to hold my camera while I was playing DDR Saturday night, waiting for Lilie. These next few pictures are his doing, starting with Derrick. |
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| Me playing DDR as a fairy. | Pretty much the same idea here, if from a different angle. |
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| Random people. | Krysta as Leloo from the 5th Element. |
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| Krysta and some guy playing DDR. | Another random guy. |
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| Here's Sean Izzard (he's dated both Janelle and Kenni) and his newest girlfriend. I think her name is something like "Jeanine". She plays DDR. Lucky bastard. | I took a picture with Krysta. |
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| Beverly as a sexy bunny. | Shelley. Don't ask. |
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| A bad picture of Lilie. She swears there's no other kind. | This is the only picture the two of us have taken together. |
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| Shelley getting dressed. | And again. |
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| One more time, just to make sure we've established what's going on. | Lilie's back. That's a possessive 's, not an "is" contraction. The second one is a contraction, though. |
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| Both of them in one picture, thus proving that they're not the same person. | Freddie as I'm picking him up for work. |
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| Ray, being Ray. | Kym. She was like a nurse person, but with crazy hair? I don't know. |
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| Allison was a person from Hawaii. Hula-dancer, or something like that? | Allison and I. |
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| Thomas R. | Andrew. |
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| Allison, looking weird. Immediately after this picture, she stuck her butt at me and told me to take a picture of that. | So I did. |
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| Kym and I in the stock room. How cute. | The cooks - Chris, Freddie, and Andrew. |
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| There's me on the schedule in the manager position for the first time. | He gave me next Sunday as well. And now he writes me down as both 'Billy' and 'Will'. 'Cause looking for one name is too easy. |
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| Lacy was a cat. Meow. | Kenny was... whatever. |
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| Kristen doesn't like having pictures taken of her. But I got some good ones from her later. | I'm a fairy. Still. |
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| The carhops - Megan, Adam V, and Lacy. | Ray, still doing manager stuff. |
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| The boards. Just looking at them makes me shiver - you can hear the high-pitched noise they relentlessly make as they whine at us. | Kristen again. She didn't realize I took this one. |
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| But she gave me a nice smile, if somewhat fuzzy. | Random picture of Lacy. |
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| Lacy agreed to take a picture only if there was someone else in it, so we got Adam V over. | Me and Sunny. She likes to smile big for pictures. |
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| Freddie taking an order. And realizing I'm taking his picture. | Ben. Yes, he always looks that confused. |
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| Tracy came in to pick up Megan. She's really tall. | So she gave me a nice pose. |
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| Then one of the two roommates together. How cute. | Lilie looks like such an angel when she's asleep. It almost breaks my heart. |
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| Janelle and her demon dog. | Now he's licking her. |
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| Closer up, and with her with red eyes. | Off-center, but continuing the red-eye theme. |
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| Focusing more on the demon dog this time. | And now, all is at peace. |
