More Audioscrobbler Info~

Like I said before; this is not accurate, but it's kind of cool.

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1	Daft Punk - Robot Rock (Album Version)	22:05:43 EST, March 24 2005
2	Daft Punk - the prime time of your life	22:01:07 EST, March 24 2005
3	Daft Punk - Human After All	21:56:16 EST, March 24 2005
4	Fugazi - Promises	21:49:35 EST, March 24 2005
5	Fugazi - Provisional	21:46:45 EST, March 24 2005
6	Fugazi - Burning Too	21:44:15 EST, March 24 2005
7	Fugazi - And the Same	21:41:10 EST, March 24 2005
8	Fugazi - Glue Man	21:04:03 EST, March 24 2005
9	Fugazi - Suggestion	21:01:39 EST, March 24 2005
10	Fugazi - Give Me The Cure	20:57:35 EST, March 24 2005

Weekly Artist Chart Week prior to Mar 20, 2005, 07:00 1 Beck 17 2 Grandaddy 5 2 Simon & Garfunkel 5 4 Daphne Loves Derby 3 5 Fires Were Shot 2 5 fivehead 2 5 Nas 2 5 Film School 2 5 The Notwist 2 5 Communiqué 2

Weekly Track Chart Week prior to Mar 20, 2005, 07:00 1 Grandaddy - A.M. 180 5 2 Daphne Loves Derby - Closing Down The Pattern Depar 3 3 Simon & Garfunkel - The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) 2 3 Floyd Domino - Riff City 2 3 Flametrick Subs w/ Satan's Che - Egg Suckin Dog 2 3 Fires Were Shot - hollow 2 3 Beck - Send A Message To Her (Bonus Track For Japan) 2 3 fivehead - South American Summer 2 3 Film School - Harmed 2 3 Communiqué - Perfect Weapon 2

Here is what I did on Sunday:

I woke up between 10 and 11. I did some sit ups. Then, I got in the car and went to the Newark Farmer's Market. It was pretty empty, because they probably just opened. I walked around there for a while, and asked some guy who ran a computer shop if he had something I would want. I wanted something I could put into one of my 5 1/2 inch bays that would allow me to plug a pair of headphones into my computer on the front side, instead of going around to the back. He had no such product. I looked at some clothes, but they sucked. I left. I got to the Kirkwood Public Library at like 12, but they didn't open until 1pm. So, I went on a walk. I walked a bit further than the entrance to Delaware Park. I walked past Murray Manor and Murray Manor II, and then I couldn't walk any more; the sidewalk was closed because of construction. I wanted to walk around all the construction stuff and see the water, but I couldn't do that. There was too much mud, and my shoes sunk in pretty far. I turned around to walk back, and a medium-sized dog came out of a trailer and ran to a tree to urinate. Some young guys came out and called the dog a fucker. I asked them if they wanted me to get the dog, and they didn't respond. I shrugged my shoulders and started on my way back to the library. On the way back, I made a point to stick my feet into a couple of streams of water flowing down the street (it was an incline, and had rained the previous night) in order to clean the mud off a little bit. I'm sure I looked crazy to people who drove by, standing in the gutter and whatnot. I became hungry, and tried to stop at a pizza / italian eatery on the way. It was closed. I got back to the library, and there I checked out the 2004 Johns Hopkins Whitepaper on Depression and Anxiety disorder and a book on Hitler called "Hitler: The Pathology of Evil." I got a new library card too. I haven't had a Delaware Public Library card in years. I'm glad I have this card now / again.

Late At Night

Sometimes, cool things will happen late at night that cannot, or for whatever reason do not happen during the day. Note: This is a very short entry.

My Threadless.com Order Came In Today

Below are the three shirts I got from Threadless T-Shirts. I bought them just 2 days ago because Threadless.com is having a sale on all their shirts until monday: $10 for each. It's a pretty cool company that allows anyone to submit a t-shirt design. Then, they allow anyone to vote on the designs, and if your design gets enough votes, they will produce the shirt and give you $400 in cash and a $100 credit to Threadless. There's really something in it for everyone. For example, those pictures I posted below? I am getting a $1.50 credit to the website for each of them.

If you click here and make a purchase I get a $3.00 credit. You can get in on this action too, either by submitting an awesome design if you're an artistic person or even a terrible artist who gets lucky and has a cool idea, or just by spreading the word through links and taking pictures of stuff you buy there. Even if you aren't interested in any of this, I think you should still browse the site and see what they have there.

Saint 

Evil King 

Flowers In The Attic 

Some (mis)information courtesy of Audioscrobbler

Some of the information contained herein is kind of wrong, some of it is old, and other pieces of information are downright unintelligible. I thought it might be nice for someone to read though. A note: the Weekly Artist and Weekly Track lists are a week behind, as it says. So they do not in any way reflect what I've been listening to after March 13th. Just something you should know, even though it says it pretty explicitly in the chart itself. Anywho, now that Blogger is working again (It would not let me publish for the last 15 minutes) I thought I should edit this entry. The only information here that I actually trust / believe is the Recent Tracks, and even those screw up sometimes. Even though this information is not reliable, it is kind of nice to see statistics on what I do (Even if they are wrong as Hell), and I thought others might like to see them too.

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1	Grandaddy - A.M. 180	13:18:26 EST, March 18 2005
2	The White Stripes - Your Southern Can Is Mine	11:44:22 EST, March 18 2005
3	The White Stripes - Your Southern Can Is Mine	09:56:42 EST, March 18 2005
4	The White Stripes - Why Can't You Be Nicer To Me?	09:53:46 EST, March 18 2005
5	The White Stripes - Jumble, Jumble	09:51:08 EST, March 18 2005
6	The White Stripes - Let's Build a Home	09:49:12 EST, March 18 2005
7	The White Stripes - A Boy's Best Friend	09:46:02 EST, March 18 2005
8	The White Stripes - Truth Doesn't Make a Noise	09:42:14 EST, March 18 2005
9	The White Stripes - Sister, Do You Know My Name?	09:39:10 EST, March 18 2005
10	The White Stripes - Little Bird	07:18:07 EST, March 18 2005

Weekly Artist Chart Week prior to Mar 13, 2005, 07:00 1 Elliott Smith 14 2 The Mars Volta 11 3 Radiohead 8 4 Black Sheep 7 4 MC Paul Barman 7 6 El-P 6 6 Metroid Metal (Stemage) 6 8 Her Space Holiday 5 9 Behold... the Arctopus 4 9 Enon 4

Weekly Track Chart Week prior to Mar 13, 2005, 07:00 1 Bobby Brown - on our own 3 1 Elliott Smith - Ballad of Big Nothing 3 3 Elliott Smith - Say Yes 2 3 Black Sheep - Try Counting Sheep 2 3 El-P - The Nang, The Front, The Bush And The Shit 2 6 Boyskout - Jesse James 1 6 AJ Croce - Don\'t Let Me Down 1 6 Bloc Party - Helicopter 1 6 Bloc Party - Banquet 1 6 Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass 1

The Skin Condition

He shuffled to the mirror hanging over the washbasin to see how far the malady had progressed. His face looked mostly normal. As he gently dragged a fingernail across the bridge of his nose, the skin gave easily and revealed a dark oily substance under the top layer of skin. He squeezed his nose, and pus quickly came to the sensitive, newly-exposed surface. Fearing his whole face would fall into the palm of his hand, he carefully crawled back into his bed and wept, but was careful not to shed any tears. He did not want to quicken the spread of disease.

The Greatest Game Ever Played

Apparently they put something in the water supply during the superbowl, or the gatorade, or something. The players were all fighting at first, and then it was like they all became retarded. Sitting down and rocking back and forth on their legs. Taking off their helmets and just screwing around, running in circles, dancing. This was terror. This was the true meaning of fear. This was everything gone wrong. I saw this in a fancy restaurant, and everyone was silent as it happened. When people grew silent and stared at the television, I stared too. First, nothing seemed wrong, the players were all there. I thought there was a shooting in the stands or something. The announcers ceased to talk as well. I thought perhaps there had been a terrorist attack, like what had been thought of as a possibility during big events in the past. Then, Andy Staples punched Brett Huckleberry in the head, very hard, and I knew things couldn't be right. The fighting continued, and it looked like they would go back to the game for a few seconds, and then all hell would break loose. Soon afterward, they turned into clowns. It was like a bunch of fucking broken toys who couldn't figure out what their main function was any more. As funny as it was, we couldn't laugh because of the fear. How did this happen? Who would do such a thing? Were we susceptible to such an attack? We had none of the answers, and every conceivable question. We had our heroes turning into children on the television screen in front of us. Everyone in the nation was watching a nightmare unfold before their eyes, a nightmare they never even knew existed.

On the plus side,

I am down to one remote, pretty much.

Other stuff on the plus side: not much at all.

Wait, so how does this work?

Often times I think about life, and how cheap this all seems. I was born into an era with no great mysteries. All things are attributed to science. What is not known is already on its way to becoming clear. The people of this country...no, rather, the intellects of westernized culture have come to an understanding of most things. I agree with most of the things they say, but not all. There are things I don't get, mostly about my life, and what I am to do with it. I'm supposed to go to school for 16 years or more in order to get a job that will probably be unimportant, except in the respect that it will allow my boss to get more things, or I will be producing or taking part in the production of things that people buy. In exchange for this work that I do that allows people to get things, I am given currency that allows me too, to purchase things, the only stipulation being that in exchange for the things, I give them my currency, and the only way to replenish this currency is to perpetuate this cycle of things. Once this gets boring, I look for something more. I look for a mate which in this culture is ideally one that I take for life, and share my things with. This mate and I, we are to make one or more offspring. The number of offspring we create may or may not be up to us, depending on our level of intelligence, responsibility, belief, cosmic dice, and a lot of other factors. We are to bring these children into this world, into this culture where they too may discover all of these things that they are being allowed to have, but ultimately ending up nowhere, and just working for things all over again.

Another Short Piece of Fiction...

As Jacob Sizemore laid on his deathbed, he recounted all of the important moments of his life. His first woman, the first time he had one hundred dollars in his wallet, his first car. His first jet, his sixty-ninth automobile, his first bank, his twelfth wife. He recalled all of these things, and fondly. He had figured it all out, and now he was just waiting for the next big adventure, because after all, he had everything one could possibly desire. Jacob could never see or truly know that for every excessive possession he allowed himself, he was denying another man a fair life. He could never feel this, because his sense of happiness was so dulled by all of his things. Only the strong survive, after all. It's a crazy world, and one must cut throats to survive. Nice guys finish last, after all. He never once took time to regard those outside of his circle: a "circle" which if given physical form would have been arguably as small as his own silhouette. As he exhaled his very last breath, he saw a brilliant blinding light. The light became dimmer and dimmer at an alarming rate; it was being reflected by all of his gilded belongings.

This is a crazy world. I'm glad you're in it,

Is what he said to his quiet new friend with the long straight hair as they sat by the campfire. He looked toward the ruins of the city that stood proudly not twenty hours ago, still in disbelief over the confusion, chaos, and death that followed the events that morning. He meant what he said completely. The world had been crazy before, but it was much crazier now. Or was it? The man with the too-brown eyes who seemed to be larger than the space he occupied had put into action something horrible, but what made this any worse than a person living an arduous, troublesome life and dying without ever reaching their goals? He could not properly answer this question, but he certainly felt the current situation was more important for a few reasons. First, people see the end of unfulfilling lives every day. Second, most folks don't see the vast majority of Metro City replaced by constructs of humongous gnarled bones and grey flesh and its denizens chased down and destroyed by impossible creatures.

A Weekend In Review: More of a short piece on nothing in particular

I'm not really sure what to say here right now, so I'll just say anything and everything that comes to my mind. This weekend was overall not bad. It was even good, I did not do a whole lot. I enjoy the company of people a lot, and I enjoy the company of some more than others. I feel like I'm getting a better grasp on what kind of person I am and want to be. Also, I feel like I'm learning more about the kind of people I like to surround myself with and spend time with. No matter how well we do in life, we always have issues and things to overcome. There are always things to overcome, no matter how rich, poor, happy, or loved you are. Everyone has to make decisions, and decisions are often difficult. Some people cower away from decision making through various mediums, and they avoid decision as long as possible. That's cool with me though, because a decision will only lead to more decision making. There is no one decision we can make that will make the other decisions in life easier, as long as we do not look back in pity at the decisions we made, and wonder "if only I made the other choice." It's really all about looking forward. Looking forward and being around people who you like. I wish it could stay this way, and stay this simple, but if I'm going to fit into this culture I'll have to spend large periods of time around people who I do not want to spend time with, to make a check in order to support my lifestyle. Once I figure out how to do that blindly, I will have "gotten it."


I find some people extremely interesting. It is not a surprise that the interesting people are also relatively new.


I feel very at peace. I want to talk to someone about this good feeling.


I want to solve more mysteries about life, and what I'm doing, and mysteries of human interaction; sometimes I think it would be much easier if I could just know what anyone was thinking at any given time in order to do the most desirably reply / action at any given time, but then I wonder if that might take a lot of the magic out of life. Okay, maybe I don't want to know what people are thinking at any given time, but I just wish I had a little bit of guidance in some situations. It's rough being a clod.


There are a lot of films I want to see. A lot of films indeed.


There are five kinds of people in this world for me, right now: People I want to meet, people I want to spend more time with, people with whom I am content as far as our interactions go, people I want to see less, and people I never want to interact with.

The above statement could very well be a lie, as I am somewhat torn on the idea of not wanting to meet some people. I say this, because sometimes I feel like everyone has something interesting to contribute, and something to teach me, regardless of how vapid they may be.

Kant said that oneself and others should be treated as ends, and never as means to an end. What if people are both the means and the ends? Right now I feel as though I need to meet more people in order to find out how to interact with and read people, so people are both the means and the end.

I ate a lot of Japanese food.

I know I said this would be about a weekend in review, and it kind of is. The question about interpersonal interactions is one that has been plaguing my mind all weekend.

Also, if any of you read the post I made about the SXSW festival and the large torrent, I haven't listened to a lot of the songs. Not nearly as many as I wanted to anyway. I'm only in 'C' now. Only song #110.

A Short Comment about the SXSW Music Festival, and a Large Torrent

This is A Short Comment about the SXSW Music Festival, and a Large Torrent. A large torrent that is legal, and contains songs from many of the artists that are performing at SXSW Music Festival this year, coincidentally. The festival itself really is quite an awesome thing. You can read about it here. The torrent is cool because it's legal and free, and it is fucking huge. I downloaded it a couple of days ago, and I now find myself on song #91 by Brent Palmer. I think I'll be lucky if I make it to song #756 by Zykos, because basically





basically I have 665 more songs to listen to before I get to the end. It's cool though, because a lot of these songs are pretty awesome and most definitely from a good amount of different genres. If one was trying to start a music collection or looking for a place to get stuff to put on their iPod or iWhatever Portable Music Player they fancy without being prosecuted by the RIAA, this would be a good place to start. Especially if these people are wanting to listen to stuff they might not hear on the radio or on MTV, and things they might actually enjoy for their quality, not because their friends enjoy them (because their friends in turn happen enjoy them, and no one knows who likes what and why and most of it is actually full of suck).

Anyway, if you're interested, there is a Wired article here that you can check out.

That article in turn, links to the site where the torrents are available, which can be found here.

This is 2.6 Gigabytes of music, folks. It won't be done quickly, but if you're lucky it'll be done overnight and I think it's highly worth it. If you're looking for a Bittorrent client (How else will you download the music?), I recommend Bitcomet. Some people find the idea of torrents to be a bit daunting because they are not quite as simple as point at what you want and click it to download. It's more like "point at what you want, click to download the torrent file, and wait a few hours for the torrent to do the legwork, and then be a good neighbor to other people downloading the torrent by seeding it for a while", but once you get into it, it is not very complex.

Anyhow, this is longer than I was expecting, and I've made my way all the way down to a band called Buried at Sea. They have a 15 minute-long song in this collection that is not really my style, so I'm considering skipping it.

Just a few quick notes:

First, my week is almost over. By tonight, all the hardships of this week will have passed, and I will only have two classes tomorrow to endure. No kind of examination in either, so that is very welcome.

I was in a bad mood last night, and two things saved me. The first was nudity; my own. The second was my cell phone.

Nevermind why I was in the bad mood, the important thing here is that I was pissed off, and a little off-center, so I set my phone alarm (I usually just use the alarm on my computer in a Foobar2000 plugin called foo_scheduler), stripped down to bare skin, and got in my bed. It was probably the most comfortable sleep I've had in months. It isn't something I plan on doing regularly, but man, was it ever good. I wasn't able to sleep long, but I didn't mind. Also, the cell phone woke me up in a pretty nice way. The beeping did it. Something about that incessant beeping made it easier for me to wake up. I firmly believe that if people walked around naked more, there would be less stress about physical perfection, and people wouldn't spend as much time trying to look like what they see on TV. Also, I think if people spent more time nude, they would end up in better physical shape, because you see more of yourself more often and think "Wow, I really need to fix this shell up."

Anyway, I went to bed like that. I slept for about 4 hours, then woke up and did homework I neglected to do the night before because I was angry enough that I couldn't concentrate. The dreams were once again, quite strange. It's been a long time since I first slept, but since I only got about 4 hours of sleep I went back to bed as soon as I got home from my first class. I don't know which topics happened in which dreams, but all together I had dreams that combined all of the following in the last 14 hours or so: Transvestitism, Baltimore, Martial arts, and my friends. Apparently some of my friends went with me to a place where we could learn some martial arts. We were there accused of being transvestites and / or transsexuals. I believe the place was in Baltimore, Maryland. Anyhow, I just wanted to say those things before I forgot them. I have had some other things I've been meaning to write here, but they've taken a back seat to life that has become much more chaotic in the last few days.

A Somewhat New Desktop

I had gotten feedback from an individual that my last desktop was ugly and terrible. I didn't think so (not in the slightest, actually), but I guess this one is a little bit more neutral. I'm not really expecting feedback, as I haven't done anything except change the theme to something else that someone has already created, and added a background that once again, is not something that I have created. The two have probably been used together by some other person somewhere else in the world. Anyway, when I showed my last desktop I believe I said I would be changing it soon, so here it is.





Tekken 5 is fucking awesome.

Dream About Returning to High School

I had a dream last night that I had to go to high school to take classes on the grounds that I didn't finish my education there. I was actually going back to school with a few people, Useff included. I don't remember the other people, but they attended were friends who went to high school with me in reality as well. I walked into this Economics class, and sat next to a girl. We were all escorted by a principal, like we were new special education kids or something. It was really weird, as my high school never had a special education program. Anyway, so I sit down next to this girl and start to say something, you know, make a little quirky joke. So I start to say it to her, and she bellows at me "Can you shut the HELL up and listen to the lecture?" and I am so shocked and caught off guard that I say back to her "God what the fuck is your problem." Trouble brews, because the principal is still there, and being that we're special education students or something, this sort of thing was expected to happen. I immediately scream, saying "If you want me to apologize I'm DROPPING THIS CLASS!" The principal then asks me if I'll go outside and talk to him, and we go to the hallway and he's kind of coddling me, and telling me to be on good behavior. Then I go back inside and sit next to the same girl and she gives me this big shit-eating grin and says something to the effect of "now isn't this better?" and I just give her a shit-eating grin right back, only mine is far less genuine and if I remember correctly I'm about 5 seconds away from dropping the class anyway. That's when it ended.


Stick that in your dream analysis machine.


Actually, let me do it for you. I think the dream is about me feeling like I didn't get properly educated in high school, and that I wasted those years academically. Not that I didn't do sufficiently well in those recent times, but I guess I feel like I should have done better; like if I learned more while I was there I could have been one of the kids who went to Harvard, or Yale, or Princeton; not that I'd like to be one of them at this point, or ever. I'm happy with where I am, and what friends I have kept and just as importantly what friends I have made by being at the University of Delaware. What I mean, is that I could have been like those kids were while they were in high school with me. I was always kind of part of that crowd any way. I simply didn't devote as much of my time to independent study as they did. The dream is about me going back and picking up what information I may have neglected to absorb on my first pass through the upper levels of our public education system.

It's been a long fucking week

And it's not quite over yet. Exam in like 6 hours. I'll be glad once that's done, because it'll give me ample time to prepare for my other exams next week (which really just means me probably fucking up until the last minute, like tooling around with Xbox Media Center, as pictured below. I took that screenshot a few minutes ago and transferred it to my computer. I tell you what, the Xbox would be really fucking cool even if it didn't play...Xbox games, and just acted as an emulator for every console pretty much up until the current generation and played every kind of media file I've been able to throw at it so far. It does those things. Well.)

I should have something more substantial to say in the next few days, because there have been some things worth writing about. There always are. For instance, I meant to write a blurb about this guy I saw driving around Newark with iPod headphones on. Let me repeat: driving around Newark with iPod headphones on. What an idiot, God damn. Does he not realize that what he's doing is illegal, but more importantly quite dangerous and places him well within the "retarded motherfucker" winners circle? Christ Fuck Eureka Dog Chow. There was something else I saw this week that made me question humanity, but I cannot remember it, and that's probably for the best as I have lots more information to digest right now.

My Desktop? I'd like to find the time to find a new theme / wallpaper for this and add some stuff in March. Maybe I'll redesign this blog too. This is all based around me having the time and drive to do such things.

An Email Anomaly

I'd like to write about these emails I've been receiving for months. Since November, I have been on a mailing list for a YMCA organization in West Virginia. I'm not sure how this happened, but my guess is that someone who is supposed to be getting these newsletters had an email address that was very similar to mine. I have not bothered to write back and correct the sender, because I actually kind of enjoy getting these emails. It makes me feel kind of special, and sometimes they have documents attached to them. Sometimes, an email from the HI-Y organization makes my day, even though it is clearly not intended for me.

Another Strange And Vivid Dream

I was in Los Angeles, visiting a friend who's name I do remember, but which does not seem important enough to include in this entry. I met Prodigy and Havoc of Mobb Deep, who insisted on telling me that they were not really as hard as they seemed and had never killed, robbed, sold drugs, or any of that - it was all for entertainment's purposes. This shocked me. I also talked to some other mid 90's era rappers from the NYC area. Then, I ended up at some very high class party. I think a few really long haired dogs were there too, along with butlers and gold plates and stuff.


It was strange, for sure. I don't know what's with me and sleeping so long / late the last few days, but it needs to end.

On Internet Conversations and Lethargy

Amendment to this gripe: This is more catered toward statements being made and questions being asked on internet forums, and does not apply directly to instant messaging, as IMs are more like speaking in person, and when we speak to one another in real life, we usually do not use complete sentences in this culture / language. That's all.

First, I'd like to say a few things about the Internet, people who use the internet, and conversations that people have on the internet. It is no secret that I spend a lot of time reading things online and frequent a few internet forums / communities. I have a few problems with people who use the internet across all mediums, be they forums, chat rooms, instant messages, games, or otherwise. The largest and perhaps most easily remedied problem is punctuation. I think some punctuation is better than no punctuation at all, to begin with. If you are making a paragraph without any kind of punctuation, no one will want to read that junk. It reeks of ignorance. If you have punctuation, but you over-punctuation, that is also bad. I really do cringe when I see people ask a question with multiple question marks. When I'm searching a support forum for a question I can't answer myself, it really bothers me to see someone put a fuckton of question marks after they ask their question, as if that will make their question seem that much more urgent or like that much more of a question. Like the aforementioned lack of punctuation, this brings the writer's intelligence into question and somehow conveys to the reader an incomplete mastery of written english. It doesn't matter how good an idea you have, or how smart you are in real life; if you're asking questions on the internet with a shitload of question marks, or writing out something amazing and not using punctuation, your point is instantly invalidated because you aren't presenting it with correct formatting. I think a good comparison is, f someone was giving a eulogy in a sing-songy voice, would you take that shit seriously? If someone let the words of a powerful speech dribble out of their lips in mumbles and whispers, would it have the same impact?

Or perhaps I should ask: if someon let the words of a powerful speech dribbal out of there lips in mumbels and wispers would it have the same impact?????????????????????


Second, I feel like a zombie. I am unable to move or do anything. I don't know what took all my energy, but I want it back.

Slept All Morning (A Bad Thing). Had Weird Dreams

I had an interesting dream that made me want to sleep a lot more, and a weird one. It's like I was stuck in the dreams, as I missed my morning class which was rather important (fuck). Also, my alarm didn't go off this morning and I assume that I got up in the middle of the morning and turned it off, which I have absolutely no recollection of. Anyway, back to the dreams. The first one was very good and it felt like it could be real. Short, with only a few brief lines of dialogue between myself and a second party. Actually come to think of it, I think there was only one line of dialogue spoken by the other party, and perhaps I didn't say anything at all. I said at most 5 words. Maybe it's showing me what I need to do. The second one, however was a real There was probably some stuff in between, in fact, almost definitely, but the second dream was rather epic and had something to do with Blood Oranges. Yes, Blood Oranges. I dreamed that all Blood Oranges were supernatural, and would infect the consumer of such fruit with some sort of disease where they would get warts everywhere. It was curable, but it was still quite dangerous. Maybe it turned people into zombies if they were infected long enough. I don't quite remember, as a lot of the details are fading away. Some of the oranges were disguising themselves as regular oranges, and I had to squeeze out some juice and put it up to my skin to see if it changed to a bloody color. So, dream analysis book-reader, what do you make of this?


I feel like I've been hit by a ton of bricks. A bowl of cereal will rejuvenate my awesome.

This morning,

I was walking to class. A man in a truck drove up to me and asked me how to get to Pencader. I could not remember, so I told him "I cannot remember." I tried to remember, but still could not remember. After holding up traffic for about a minute and a half while I tried to remember, he said "that's ok man" and drove away. For a few minutes, I felt bad. Then I realized, I do not spend enough time on campus to know all of these locations and shit. It isn't like I live there.



An hour later, I returned to the thought and instantly remembered where it was. Such is life.

FUCK, THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE

I WILL DO THIS ENTIRE ENTRY WITH THE KEYBOARD ON CAPS LOCK TO DENOTE THE FRUSTRATION I AM FEELING AT THE BLOOD EVERYWHERE. BLOOD IS ALL OVER THE CARPET AND SHIT BECAUSE I HIT MY RIGHT PINKY TOE ON SOMETHING EARLIER AND IT BLED A LITTLE, BUT I DIDN'T PAY IT MUCH ATTENTION. NOW, APPARENTLY IT WAS BLEEDING A LOT MORE THAN I REALIZED BECAUSE THERE ARE RED SPOTS ON THE CARPET IN A WHOLE BUNCH OF DIFFERENT PLACES, AND I'M DAMN SURE IT'S NOT FROM ME MENSTRUATING AS I DO NOT HAVE THE CORRECT BODY PARTS FOR THAT FUNCTION OF LIFE, AND THE PAIN / SMALL WOUND IN MY TOE ALSO LEAD ME TO BELIEVE THAT IS WHERE THE BLOOD IS COMING FROM. I WOULD TAKE PICTURES OF THE BLOODY TOE AND FLOOR, BUT I THINK IT WOULD BE IN POOR TASTE. BLOOD STAINS DO NOT COME OUT TOO WELL. THIS IS REALLY FUCKED UP. GOOD THING I AM COVERING THE TOE IN A BANDAID NOW, BECAUSE OTHERWISE THERE WOULD BE MORE BLOOD IN MORE PLACES. I REALLY DO NOT LIKE THIS PINKY TOE. IT'S ALWAYS BEEN AN ENCUMBRANCE TO ME. I BELIEVE USEFF HAS THE SAME PROBLEMS WITH HIS TOE. THE NAIL ON THIS TOE IS FRAGMENTED AND STUFF. I HAVE FREAK FEET.

I Need Some Antihistamines Up In This Bitch

So , it looks like I'm sick again. Lovely. I'd like to say that I think I have a problem:

Sometimes, I enjoy the feeling of being sick. I like the dull warmth in my skull. It can make me say and do weird things, and I seem to laugh more. Laughing sucks though, because it makes me cough. Coughing hurts right now. This is some kind of respiratory infection.

Anyway, enough about being sick. What's really important is a) it looks like I'm not going to this first class of the day (AT LEAST) , as it starts in 10 minutes.

b)

...

Free Xbox. Soft modded (no chip), with a 250GB Hard Drive in there now. Oh Lordy, as good as the PS2 was to hack up, it is nothing compared to this. The Xbox scene is so much more professional. The "homebrew" software on this thing is insane. It's an excellent media player, the controllers are awesome too...the S controllers anyway - the big ones are terrible and gigantic, like the fucking system. Oh God, is this thing ever huge. I cannot remember owning a bigger, more cumbersome system. But really, I'm not complaining. It's a beautiful piece of big-ass machine. For those wondering, it is highly unlikely that I will write a guide to chipless modification for this console. It is far more complex to do, and there are already decent guides for this on the internet. I would not want to write a guide, and have people complain to me that their system is totally f'ed now, because they did something wrong. Furthermore, I even less want to write a guide, and ME screw something up in the guide, and be responsible for a bunch of dead Xboxes / hard disks / people (from the potential Xbox modder going overboard on a fit of rage over screwing everything up, and it was all they really had in life. That Xbox was all they had going for them, and now it's gone.) As I see it, the PS2 thing was very simple, and there were not any very straightforward, easy, step-by-step guides on the internet - none that I had seen anyway, and especially not with pictures showing you what's up and a detailed explanation of where to get stuff and what to get.

Oh yeah, and that hard drive I mentioned? How does 40 cents per gigabyte strike you? Yeah, I thought it was a pretty good deal myself. Anyway, one must take the good with the bad. I've definitely got a little of both going right now.

Very Cool Day

Wow. A free Xbox is now soft-modded, and working perfectly. All that's left to do is get a larger hard disk for it. I guess the trade off was that I wasn't able to go out tonight because of my mother's wackinesss, but come on: Free, modded, Xbox. Attended all my classes today, and I can safely say I feel like I have a better grasp on the material than 85% of the people around me. Woo.

Edict From Heaven

A divine being desires me to have an Xbox. I am meant to modify this "x box" and make it powerful and totally sweet.

Something I wrote in the rain

The rain, it does not bother me. I've even been known to tell people that I am allergic to umbrellas. I can think of few reasons to carry an umbrella through all kinds of weather. The only thing that annoys me is wet paper and books. I hav eonly once been so wet that I never thought I would dry out again. Don't take this to be some sort of tribute to rain and moisture and wetness, though, please don't do that. I prefer dryness, but I just do not mind the wet as much as others. Cold and wet though, is a different story. Every time I get hit with a freezing raindrop I feel like someone is playing my bones like a percussion instrument.

Cliche

Up late, having a good time for bad reasons. I don't know what it is with me finding songs I like to listen to over and over and over when it's late as hell.

RUINATION, AHOY!

To preface this post, I have found a few images from Google Image Search that were pulled up with the terms "ruin" and "ruination". Sadly, none of these accurately reflect what this post is about: The fact that their may be ruination of the academic variety ahead, in my future, the startlingly near future.













I missed my first class this morning because my alarm didn't go off. My computer is my alarm (Foobar2000 is set up to do this). I have learned from this mistake, and am now using my cell phone as a backup alarm. I had a chemistry quiz, which I thought I was going to fail miserably, but managed to answer every single question on it, so the results cannot be too terrible; in fact, they may even be good. Ruination is being staved nicely so far.

Oh, also aced my computer ethics quiz tonight. Boy, did I overprepare for that. 2 True / False questions. Lots of awesome people in that class, and but a single undesirable element, who is also highly entertaining. O, how it shall be.

Foobar2000 is so awesome that nothing else really matters. 

This is something I wrote a while ago

I was not entirely "myself" at the time of writing this, and it kind of rambles on. Oh well, maybe someone will get a kick out of it. I thought I'd put it up here before I deleted the text file from my PC. I like it better on the internet anyway.

These fucking people on BET are terrible. They're sucking the life out of the poor black religious community by putting these commercials on a blacks only channel. Yes, I said commercials, because that's what they are. This is not spiritual guidance. It's people with no talent, singing pied piper songs to the poor black rats of the communities to get them to throw their money at the television screen. The singers have no talent, as their God is the almighty dollar sign. This woman here is a piece of woman waste. She is money hungry, unable to sing, with an old face covered by makeup. I cannot believe someone would desecrate something that is sacred to so many by using it to sap and leech money from the underclassed, the former slaves? I hate these men. This man Pastor RObert Tilton, who is only reading passages from the bible that support his "give my 'church' money" mantra. They think they're giving these people help, but they're doing nothing. It disturbs me so bad that he can't go 3 minutes without mentioning "Go to the phones" and "give a donation." These are not "vows of faith" as mister tilton so crisply says. These are giveaways that reveal the ignorance of the american people and their love for "God". This makes me wonder, people say the bible is the best book there is. What if this is a good book, and a good guide to how to get rich quick? That's the way it seems. People need God. If you can sell them god with shitty pamphlets like "how to pay your bills supernaturally, you've done well. This is so disgusting. How can they say that "by making a vow to god and faithfully paying that vow, you will learn to combat poverty." That is a direct quote. If this message goes out to who it is intended to, these people will put their money into this "church" and it's money that could better be used to better their lives directly. How can he be telling these people to send the money in "today" with eyebrows raised, and then show him and his nasty singing bitch wife praying over some fake , obviously fake stock letters that are supposed to be all their "vows pf faith". This Robert Tilton is a terrible person, but he has a nice way of life set up here. One based on lying. I hope he doesn't believe in god. if he does, he surely knows that he's going to hell. This guy's formula is as follows: Take the bible's passages that talk about worship and praising and giving to the lord. Change the name of God to Robert Tilton, and you're all set.


el shaddai indeed.

The End

Day Can't Get Me Down

I woke up this afternoon at 4:45. I had class at 5pm, so this was not what I would consider a good thing. I grabbed a gatorate, put a meatball sandwich in the other hand, and walked outside. What happened when I got outside was unexpected: it was like a heatwave, mixed with a blizzard, mixed with torrential downpour - only the opposite of these things. It was the nicest day I had seen in a long time. At this point, I made a decision: I wasn't going to let today get me down. I ended up missing that class; I was 20 minutes late, and it wasn't in the class listed on my schedule, but that is ok. On the way back to my car from my failed attempt at attending the class, I growled "fuck." But that's as far as I'm letting it go. This day won't be getting me down.

I've been home for almost THREE HOURS

And I've spent the vast majority of this time organizing my music collection, and making sure I have album art for everything. I would say 95% of my albums have their art now, and the ones that don't are simply impossible to find.

Say, does anyone know of a program that will give me a nice looking html file if I tell it where to locate my music folders? I've tried finding one in the past, but I really don't know where to start.

I'm procrastinating.

At least I'm REALIZING it early, this time. I saw a funny name on soulseek.



"What Piracy?"

Reflection on the Weather and Involuntary Action

On days like today, I grit my teeth. Not necessarily because it is useful, but because it is usually necessary to keep my teeth from chattering. It is involuntary. This makes my usually sulky "walking face" into one that is little more than a grinning brown skull. My heart beats with increasing speed as I write this; such quickening is useless to me, simply a reaction to persons with faces long unvisited by my eyes. But, like the terrible grin I make in the damp cold, I have little choice but to go along with the flow. My mind cries no as my body stubbornly growls yes, and makes such things happen. So many things in life follow this same crooked antilogic.

I'm in a great mood so far; Don't fuck it up!

Do NOT ruin this mood. I'm in a pretty good mood so far, and it's just after 9am. I sense great things ahead. As I am in a great mood, I thought I would share a bit of my thoughts and things I am "up on" with the internet by medium of web log. Bloc Party is way cool, way cool, way cool. They have a new album called Silent Alarm, out today I think. There a few good songs from them to download free, legally, here. This morning I was coming home from class and I started to think that perhaps there are a lot more sermons on the radio these days, or maybe I'm just noticing them more. In either case, there seem to be more, and they are annoying me. The radio is worthless most of the time, which is why Scan is an awesome feature and no car radio is complete without it.

Oh yeah, I saw Sage Francis!

Twice, this weekend. We saw him in Philadelphia and followed him to Baltimore the next night. The Philadelphia show was ok, but I missed a great deal more than half of the performance on stage because of tall motherfuckers and loud motherfuckers. It became really annoying, especially when these drunk guys decided they wanted to crowd surf and be loud and terrible during a few spoken word pieces by Sage. I yelled at them. The last few minutes were great though. A ton of fools left before the encore, and I met Varick Pyr, who produced Bridle and is an internet celebrity.

The Baltimore show was a hell of a lot better. The crowd was friendlier, and far more receptive to the artists on stage. We got to talk to MC Squared for a few minutes, and he was quite cool. On the way home, I found myself wondering about life on other planets. I believe that there must be life on other planets, simply because there is life on this planet. As rare as it is that the right conditions for life were met here, the universe is vast enough for those conditions to be met somewhere else. It was believed that there was nothing on the other side of the Atlantic, but exploration proved that idea wrong.

Dreams and Sleeping

It occurred to me that people would be a lot more reluctant to sleep if dreaming wasn't as good as reality. When reality is really good or has the potential to be really good, sleep isn't that interesting. Also, when you are afraid of sleeping (rare, but possible because of recurring nightmares), consciousness seems a lot more desirable. Do not ask me to explain insomnia, because I have no real clue how that works. However, sleep kicks ass because it isn't reality and a dream is often a good thing. Sleep is an escape from a bland reality, a place where anything can happen. Who cares that it's all inside our heads? Had we never experienced consciousness at all, we would never know that it's all inside our heads, or even that we have heads in the real sense. The dream would be our reality.

Anyway, sleep is awesome. Like a bonus round. If I had more things in my life that were immediately interesting and seemed worth being conscious for, I would spend less time sleeping, I imagine. The body allows us to dream and keeps dreams awesome because sleep is totally important. It is a cookie manufactured by our body to coerce us into giving it what it needs.

This is a picture of me being gay. Thank you, Hello, Blogger, and Picasa for making this so simple. Thank you, Google.

A Good List Of Windows XP Tweaks

I'm doing some of these right now.

Beginners Guides: 99 Performance Tips for WindowsXP - PCStats.com

My eyebrows are thick and dark,

My mouth is full of venom
My body is covered in hair
And my heart is so empty, so very empty
That it is a vacuum
A vacuum that sucks at the hearts of others
And tries to consume their happiness
But it cannot ever be happy
Even so, it still tries to gain happiness from this cannibalism
Secretly it knows how futile it is

(That my friends, is how to properly write a gothic livejournal entry.)

So we have these Dare brand Maple Creme cookies. I ate two. Then I looked at the nutrition facts and saw that they have like 6% of the daily recommended saturated fat, and some other stuff. And then I saw that the serving size was ONE cookie, which as you can see, is not very big. Then I ate the one in my hand for good measure. Kind of delicious.

So You Want a Hard Drive in Your PS2?

EDIT 2-22-05: I helped a friend out with this and we successfully installed a 250 GB Maxtor drive in his PS2, the L01R250. Just so you all know, these work too. They are on sale this week (until February 26th) at CompUSA for 99.99 USD, which is 70 dollars less than their normal price. So if you have not done this yet and need a hell of a lot of space, I can recommend this.

Ok. Let's get down to business. Here's what you'll need:

• A Hard Drive! - Maxtor drives work the best. According to this chart, the Maxtor 6Y120P0 has had the highest success rate of all drives, and fits the easiest, et cetera. However, it will only hold 120 GB worth of games; most games are around 4 GB, so you'll be limited to around 30 Games for this drive. The earlier versions of the software needed to use the HD only support drives up to this size, but the newest releases can utilize drives that hold up to 200 GB. Only a regular IDE drive will work with the PS2. One can use another brand of drive, but then some tampering with the PS2 Network Adapter may be necessary. I went with the 6Y120P0 - bought it on eBay for $71.50 US including shipping. It fit perfectly, and has been hassle free so far (I've had this doohickey set up for about two weeks).

• PS2 Network Adapter - I have one of the old-school network adapters as can be seen in the picture. Unlike the new one, it has a jack for a modem line as well as ethernet You need the official kind that hooks onto the back of the PS2: This is the ONLY way you can install a hard drive to your PS2. Looks like they are less than $30 on eBay. I think they're around $40 new.

• Software to let you use the drive - Ok, this is pretty straightforward. You need a disc that you can use in the PS2 to let you load the games. This is something that needs to be purchased, unless your PS2 is already modded. But that's not what we're talking about here. We're talking about a PS2 that is unmodded, and will remain as such, but will be able to play "backups." I bought a copy of HDAdvance 2.0 from Consolepoint - 30.59 shipped. No problems or complaints whatsoever about the product or the retailer.

• WinHIIP - Use Google to search for and download this program. Please do not tell me this is a difficult task. You will want this program if you are transferring backup images from your PC to the PS2.

• USB Hard Drive Enclosure - I got a cheap but functional one from newegg.com (link to product). $29.99 with free shipping! You will want this if you are transferring backup images from your PC to the PS2.

• PS2 - Ok yeah this won't work with the PSTwo. Sorry.
  

Ok, so let's see: $71.50 for the HD, $30 for the PS2 Adapter, $30.59 for the HD Advance 2.0 Software, and 29.99 for the HD Enclosure. That's $162.08, for those of you counting. Now that you have purchased everything you need and it's all shipped and everything and out of boxes and shit, let's get to work.

• This is what your PS2 should look like from the front. If it's not looking like this, you have a problem that I must not be able to help with. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 Dollars. Sorry.

• Your new Maxtor Drive.

• A good look at business end of the network adapter. You can clearly see where the IDE and power cable from the hard drive will go (lower right and lower left sockets, respectively).
  

• All of our friends together.
  

• If you purchased a Maxtor drive as recommended, your Network adapter and drive should slide together very easily, as pictured above. See how comfortable that looks?

• Slide the Adapter coupled with the HD into the PS2 as shown...and then secure it with the screws.

Ok, so that's about it if you're just backing up games to the PS2 HD. Just pop in a game, choose "convert" and wait for it to finish transferring to the disc. This will not work for dual layer games I hear. You need to first back up the image to your computer, then use another program to send that image to the PS2 Hard Drive. And this is one of the reasons one would use the HD Enclosure and WinHIIP program. Let's go over that now.

• This is the enclosure when it's all closed up. It looks decent, but this sort of case is made for a drive that will be staying in the case all the time. Our drive will be in the case for only a few minutes, while data is being transferred to it from the PC. Therefore, it's more efficient to open it up and have it be ugly, like this:
  

Yup.

• This is the drive working hard and being awesome and picking up hot hot games.

So now that our drive is connected to the PC, let's go through the WinHIIP motions:

• Open WinHIIP
  
  

• Select the PS2 Drive
  
  

• Click "Add Image(s)"
  
  

• Find the image file you're looking for...
  
  

• Click Start...
  
  

• Enter the name of the game
  
  

• The game will begin transferring to the PS2 HD
  
  

Once you've transferred the game(s), you can just plug the HD back into the PS2 and load it up.

Have fun.

Sleep should be bullshit

I do not have time to sleep. I wish I could eliminate the need for sleep. 1/3 of a day is generally devoted to rest. That is a lot of time that could be used doing other stuff. Alas, sleep is necessary. Tonight, I will try to cheat this though.

Dearest Caffeine: Be Mine.

I am pretty fucking hip

I just wanted to make a post about what it's like to be hip, and how I feel about being hip. I feel I am hipper than a large percentage of people in my age group (probably more than half), as I know about things in the music, film, and technology world before they go to the fucking dogs. That's right, I said it. I feel I am hipper than most people my age and it seriously annoys me when something that I consider awesome and to be rather exclusive goes on to impress the lowest common denominator. I hate to lose cool music and movies to idiots, because that makes me feel as though they are less cool. I am glad however, that I was able to absorb whatever goodness was exuded by such things long before the others caught on. I love being hip (Or hep if you prefer. I like hep. I'll start using that word, because it's basically out of use. This in itself is hip [hep].). I love my hep friends, we are pretty damn hep together and we talk about hep things and stuff. I do not dress hep however. I am not keen on fashion, and I feel like I am behind, or actually adjacent to the curve in the fashion respect (I do not generally wear what is cool to most people; fuck a doo rag and long white tees), but that does not bother me. I am comfortable in my elitism. I am glad that I am not too elite to enjoy some things, but elite enough to discover things before they start to suck. And believe me, when undesirable people discover things that were once cool, they really do begin to suck.



Oh Lord, I am such an asshole.

This is what my shit is all about right now:

• Cold Coffee
• Warm Pizza
• Working too many late hours
• Not having enough time to study
• Not having enough free time
• Not having enough time for a regular 8 hour night of sleep
  
• Conversations that leave me feeling broken
• I am the weakest bitch in the history of the world

Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate

Thanks, Useff

Useff found this link which confirms something I've known since I was a young child: I'm allergic to all kinds of good natural foods. It's actually kind of depressing to see it in print, but it's good to see that there's an actual list of things that I should not eat, and that I'm not the only one experiencing this. It really does suck not being able to eat apples, pears, lots of nuts, cherries, carrots, et cetera, though.

I missed math class today

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it is ruining my day.

Whatever, this is all bullshit anyway.

Simplicity and complexity are the two most important elements in creative expression. In the right conditions, one could see the simplicity in complex work, and complexity in the most basic building block of man's World, from a simple line drawing or the arithmetic equation 1 + 1 = 2 or x = x, to the new frontiers of automatic, genetic code mapping, cell regeneration and yet deeper space exploration. One must see that in nature, the complex is simple (Or can be made simple). Because in my just realizing that it works and exists in real time. The simple can be made complex by taking mathematics and other sciences that are assumed to be true, and explaining in graphic unmitigated details as to why complexities are simple, just by their truth. Truth = 1, so the fact that something is visible and is THERE is what makes it true or if you prefer, real. For purposes such as ours in this four dimentional world, this math is fine, but the very theorems and in fact proofs which we get from our math and science concentrations suggest that there is something higher that exists or cannot be seen in this three dimensional world. One would only need to reference the idea of ripping into a piece of paper that two dimensional entities live on (They exist in two dimensions and live in 3, as I am about to prove) - the two dimensional entities would see or experience a tear in the very fabric of their world. Can you imagine a tear in this fabric, as though something was busting through as easily as we would tear a piece of paper?

So, I just cancelled my "Great Fun Online" Membership

Wow that was a great online fun riot rocket blast! My whole reason for signing up in the first place was because I got paid $20 to do a referral for someone's free Mac Mini offer. So anyway, the dude's referral went through and everything, and I got paid, so I called and cancelled on the greatfunonline.com offer. The dude who answered the phone sounded really ignorant, shady, and southern. He was saying all kinds of shit to me trying to get me to keep the $1.00 trial membership that is good until March 23, like "hey you know you qualify for a 10, 20, 40, and 100 dollar coupon, 50% off at your favorite restaurants 100,000 worth of micro machines, gay porn weapons of mass destruction goat milk chance to be in your own movie chance to be in someone else's movie chance to be elected president of the united states" and so on. The guy kept going and going, and I had to stop him in the middle of all this fucking jive, and say "No man, that's ok. I just want to cancel this." Then he gives me some weird ass code for my records to verify the cancellation. I thought that was rather strange, that they would give me a weird seven-digit alpha numeric code, for "my records." That's some pretty shady shit. Anyway, the membership is cancelled.






I hope.

Too many devices wtf 

The Math Exam

I passed. I got a 'C' even, which is very reassuring. As I hoped, I did not fail. I lost a lot of points on stupid things that I could have corrected if I paid more attention. Still, this gives me hope for the future.

What I've learned in M210

• Numbers are awesome. Integers are way more awesome than other rational numbers, as far as I can tell.
• I suck pretty bad at writing proofs, but a well written proof is a beautiful thing to read. I enjoy reading proofs, and I get satisfaction from writing them when I actually can.
• Math is not so hard if you have the proper foundations. Me, I did not have the proper foundations, and as such I am more prone to getting lost or getting stuck on steps. These foundations allow one to break the math down into smaller more managable sub-steps that can generally be done using the more basic knowledge. Everything in math should be broken down into the smallest possible step, which will then use a higher level skill to get to the next part, which will then use a higher level skill. When I pick up pieces of the foundation I should have had, though, one or more mathematical doors is unlocked to me.
  

Garbage Men

I was driving home, and I saw some garbage men doing their garbage collection thing. The first thing I thought was, "Those poor snowmen!" In reference to the garbage men. Isn't that weird?

On Videogames and Aging

I'm getting older, hairier, and soon enough I'll be getting uglier. Ugly is the new beautiful. Well, not really, but to some it may seem that way. I think it would be cool to see that happen for a day. Physical attraction is not just purely biological anyway. It is largely culturally constructed. Today I ordered a Hard Drive for my PS2, and the software that will allow me to use it. I plan on posting a step-by-step guide to the entire process once everything arrives here at my house. I'm quite excited about this.

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I am a man who tries to keep his spoon in many bowls.

Discrete Mathematics Midterm

I think I did pretty fucking well, which is a surprise. It was really refreshing going into an exam, especially a math exam, and feeling like I could solve all the problems given enough time. I finished about 15 minutes before the class was over, too. I just hope I did as well as I imagine I did. The last time I thought I did well on a math exam I bombed it really hard. I'll post results when I get them, no matter what.

Dreams

Lately, my dreams have been very vivid and long, to the point where I can recount some specific details about them, and they are all continuous. Before this, all my dreams were pretty disjointed - like different scenes from different films, and I couldn't remember them at all usually.

Ughbitching

Discrete Mathematics - Winter Session at the University of Delaware: Where missing one class (or being laughably tardy, like me today if I even make it there) can cost you half a chapter of lecture notes.

HEY HOW ABOUT YOU GO SUCK A DONG 

? <3 Blogger Google Picasa Hello 

ARE YOU MAD AT ME FOR SOME RAISIN?

The Cos'

Ok, so I'm going to see Sage Francis TWICE in February! It will be fantastic.

New Desktop Picture, some other random pictures. Testing new version of Picasa~

Cleanliness and Mood

There has to be some sort of direct connection between the two. I'd like to search for some sort of study connecting hygiene to mood. I guess it would all be dependant on the person though, because some people seem to be happier when dirty (inverse relation)

A work of art

You seem like you would be fun to fuck, but we have nothing in common.



So let us fuck.

I've had this headache

For the last few hours, and it's totally preventing me from doing anything productive. Productivity has never really been one of my strongpoints, but this is making it even worse than usual.

CUSTOMIZATIONS NEED TO BE MADE

STAT

Ok, Different:

I changed things. All I did was use one of the pre-created templates. I was tired of the way it looked, and do not yet have the drive to recreate it the way it was. Not that anyone reads this any more, but if you'd like to use my old template, just email me.


I'm listening to "Truancy". One of my favorite songs. Quite possibly my favorite song from Fantastic Damage.


Now, an observation that I wrote on a scrap of paper a few days ago:
As human beings, many of us take any coincidence between the passions of ourselves and another human being to be divine; as reasons why we have to spend time with the aforementioned person, no matter how little we may actually have in common. I believe this is a mistake on the part of mankind in general, in this culture at least.

Hey

I plan on changing the layout soon.

The more I listen to Elliott Smith,

The sadder and sadder I get that he is gone. I know it's a little late to be lamenting, but it's just tragic.

2:45 am
i'm going out sleepwalking
where mute memories start talking
the boss that couldn't help but hurt you
and the pretty thing he made desert you
i'm going out now like a baby
a naïve unsatisfiable baby
grabbing onto whatever's around
for the soaring high or the crushing down
with hidden cracks that don't show
but that constantly just grow
i'm looking for the man that attacked me
while everybody was laughing at me
you beat it in me that part of you
but i'm gonna split us back in two
tired of living in a cloud
if you're gonna say shit now you'll do it out loud
it's 2:45 in the morning
and i'm putting myself on warning
for waking up in an unknown place
with a recollection you've half erased
looking for somebody's arms to
wave away past harms
i'm walking out on center circle
the both of you can just fade to black
i'm walking out on center circle
been pushed away and i'll never go back