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Sunday, July 02, 2006

I didn't do the reading for my last assignment a day early, like I had semi-planned. I kinda figured I wouldn't, though, so it wasn't a shock. Now I have a few days before my next assignment is due. What a relief.

So I finally had time for a good thought. What are "the dickens"? Have you ever wondered that? I mean, you hear them described all the time in all kinds of ways. From what I can gather, the dickens are hot, they sting, they're fast, they run, fly, bite, and do just about anything else you can think of, when it suits them. You may even have heard things referred to as a dickens. Maybe you've heard someone call a puppy, a kitten, or even a small child a cute little dickens, meaning that a dickens can take on a form of their choosing. That, however, does not answer the question: What are they? It even raises more questions, like "What is their purpose?", "What do they want?", and "Why are they referred to in both singular and plural forms as a dickens?" Like the age-old quandry of how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, these are questions whose answers the world may never know. But I do know one thing; dickens are awesome.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

I got my assignment done and it was much easier than I expected. I could have written more about the topic, actually, but...I didn't want to.

Despite having worked all day, today has been the best day I've had in a long time. It's been a really good day. Speaking of work, I thought I left my water jug at the job site, but I got back home and saw it there in the floor, so apparently I didn't.

You're never gonna guess what I have to do by tomorrow. No, not that. I have another English assignment! Man, some people. You'd think you'd have learned by now. Anyway, I'll probably do the reading tonight...at least part of it. I'll do the writing/typing part tomorrow, if for no other reason, then for tradition. I wouldn't want to get into the habit of doing assignments early. That could be disastrous.

It has just occurred to me. How could my life sink to this level of boring? I mean, I'm posting about English class and thinking I left my water jug at a job site and about posting about such things and about posting about posting about such things and now I'm in a would-be endless loop of saying "posting about", except that I'm ending it. I grow weary of you. Goodbye.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

I was just checking my email and about 80% of the bulk crap was about genitalia and how to increase various dimensions of said subject. HOLY CRAP! I don't want those emails! How do they keep getting my email address? From each other?

Well, here I am, posting on my blog when I should be doing that assignment I was talking about. I've read almost a chapter and haven't started on the writing part yet, which is basically a full paper. It's due today, but I have no aspirations of getting it done soon. I may fail this class, which would suck, what with the drop in my GPA and all that.

Somebody's been eating a hot pocket at the computer. They never threw away their wrapper.

I don't want to do my assignment.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

About that last assignment...I got it done, but I sent it in at about 12:35 am, so it's probably gonna be counted late...which it technically is. Oh, well. I'm nothing if I'm not a procrastinator and a hater of English. I have another assignment due tomorrow. I'm supposed to have read four chapters in my book, too. I haven't started any of it. Hope I get off work fairly early, because I'm starting at 7:00 am again. I don't even know where I'm working or what I'm doing. I should probably put some gas in the car, in case I have to go...well anywhere, really. I hardly have anything in there. It's almost to the point of running on fumes.

Boy, I got so much crap running through my head right now it's not even funny. I'm working two jobs, taking an online class, and I really gotta drop a deuce. It's kinda hard to think.

So I was working yesterday, weed-eating a cemetery, and I discovered something. You've never truly eaten weeds until you've had a twig embedded in your shin about a quarter inch. I didn't realize it was even there until I ran out of gas and went to refill. By that time, of course, the blood around it had dried and was holding it in there, far deeper than I had anticipated. So I just left it there until I was done. Actually, I left it there til I got home and got to show everybody. To me it was like when a tornado blows a pencil through a telephone pole, except much less damage was done. Getting back to the term "eaten weeds", what is the actual term to describe weed-eating in the past tense? Weed-eated? That sounds stupid. Weed-ate? Equally dumb. And to say that you ate weeds gives people the wrong impression. I'm not sure there is an acceptable term for that.

Hang on a minute.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...Okay, I'm back from the bathroom and feeling about twenty pounds lighter. I think before I gave in to the call of nature I had been thinking of something to say, but it escapes me now. Whatever it was is no longer on the top of my head, since I made so much room down lower.

I saved a turtle from the road the other day.

I think this is what they call writer's block. I can't think of anything interesting to say. I can't even think of any strange thoughts I've had recently. My dream last night was wierd, but I can't even remember what that was.

I'm gonna go have some pie.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

If you'll venture on over to AfroRyan's blog, you'll find an interesting video starring some friends of mine (including AfroRyan) and some people I don't know.

As for me...my online English class has started. I missed the first assignment because apparently when I was looking around the site, the assignments tab is the one I didn't check. I must have checked every other tab, meaning to eventually get to the assignments, and then forgot to do it. So my first assignment was two days late. I have another one due tomorrow and I haven't really started on it yet. I'm working, as far as I know, starting at 7:00 in the morning, too. That doesn't leave me any time to get the stuff done in the morning like I usually do on the day the assignments are due. I guess that means either I stop typing here on my blog and go do my assignment...or I do it tomorrow after work, which could be a lot of time or virtually none. I'll probably do the bulk of it tomorrow. I haven't posted here in a while, after all, and I know how much you've been waiting for an update.

I'm being interrupted. I'll be back soon.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

I forgot to tell you something I saw in my last post...I didn't see it in my last post, I forgot to tell you in my last post. Anyway, the last update was on a Friday. The night before I was at Ruby Tuesday...to eat. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I witnessed a guy and a girl getting into a van through the side sliding door. I also noticed they had a lot of stuff piled in the van, but that's beside the point. When the girl got in, she laid down on the floor of the van. Then the guy got in and also disappeared from sight (behind all the stuff piled in the van I told you about). I can only assume, as I did not venture closer, that they were...doing it, right there in the Ruby Tuesday parking lot. Although I don't know how much closer I could have gotten if I wanted to, given that we were parked right next to them. That must have been some meal. A note to anyone who wants to try this: even if you have tinted windows, people can still see you when the dome light is on.

Now for the business part of the broadcast. Exam number three was certainly no breeze, but it wasn't nearly as bad...well, it was nearly as bad, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I don't know how I did on any of the exams, but they didn't knock my grades down much, if any. I got an A and two B's, which isn't bad, given that one B was calculus and the other was supposedly the hardest course in the electrical part of my whole program. So I'm happy with it. Now I need to get my books ordered for the summer and fall semesters. I mean, I've saved up a little money. I can't keep it, that would be crazy!

Do you ever drink orange juice and then burp and it tastes a lot like orange juice, except a little more gross? You know, because of the taste of stomach acid that comes with it? Yeah. That's not a good taste. And usually there's that kinda sticky phlegm stuff that comes up in the back of your throat like that thick, sticky spit from when you drink lemonade. That doesn't make it any better.

Ho...ly...crap. I just saw some fat kid with the strangest looking mullet-type haircut walk by my window. It was one of those mullets where the long hair in the back is only on about the middle 1/3 of the head. I'm pretty sure he was retarded, too. Not just for that haircut, either. He was being led by some woman and was nearly surrounded by other retarded-looking people. I know that sounds terrible, but you can usually tell when someone is retarded. There are tell-tale signs, which I won't get into now, because I'm hungry.

Guess it's time to go get lunch and see what's on the tube.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Oh, my gosh! It's been so long since I posted last! So much has happened and so much of it I'm probably not going to end up telling you!

I just got done taking my second of three final exams...actually it's been almost three hours, but who...other than me is counting?

Exam number one I may have failed miserably. I don't really have a good feeling about it. And what's more, we had to turn in lab write-ups for our power supply projects (mine works of course, since I'm totally awesome) and I totally just wrote a bunch of crap down that kinda looked like I knew what I was supposed to be doing.

Exam number two, however, I think I did well on. I was the fourth to last one done, but everybody was talking about how much they didn't know what they were doing and how the test was full of various excrements and so on, while I knew what I was doing on most of it. The bad part of that class is the report we were supposed to turn in with our digital clock projects (again, mine works...awesome...you get the idea). I really just put some specs of each of the chips in there as filler and was counting on the teacher just glancing over it and not really reading it. She'll be reading it.

So if I fail either class, it'll be solely because of my lack of writing prowess. Man, I hate writing.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

I guess I'll post now. Obviously, I still have some work to do on the picture situation. Sorry about the words all being squished to one side. Hopefully I won't do that again. Our last basketball game was something new. I'd have to put it this way. We got our butts handed to us in paper sacks. That's all there was to it. We got spanked and sent to our rooms. I kinda knew we weren't going to win that one. It was the team we practiced against during the one practice we've had.

Do you ever see a spider that looks like it's just floating there in the air, but it's actually hanging by a web line? I just looked to see what my dogs are barking at and there it was, not more than two feet from my face. Just a sec...I'm gonna let it outside...
There ya go, Ace. That's what my great uncle used to say to spiders when he'd free them from some predicament, like not being able to get out of the sink. Come to think of it, I guess he still says it, since he's not dead or anything.

Now I think I might try and find a good movie to watch. Later.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Success! I finally figured out how to post pictures! I didn't really do anything different from what I always tried to do, either. I guess the "post picture" button really wasn't working. I was beginning to think that I was just retarded and was missing something really simple. Anyway, here are the pics from the hockey game I promised. These are from right down at the glass, as you can probably tell. Just look at them. Several awesome pictures of the glorious Red Wings, the best hockey team ever. These are, of course, during warm-up. Once the game started we had to go back to our seats, which were about twenty rows up. Not bad, but not close enough to get good pictures.
Situations at my residence have not been conducive to a good blog. In other words, I've been too busy doin' stuff to check in here. For the past two weeks my gramma has been visiting from Michigan. During the first week our plumbing was in disarray. Apparently, the drain that leads from the house to the sewer broke somewhere out in the yard due to a massive tree root or something of that nature, so the water was just stopping where the pipe met the dirt and root and such, meaning that flushed water had nowhere to go but into the floor. After several attempts to fix the problem ourselves and days of pooping away from home, we realized we were not capable of repairing the damage. So now our back yard is divided by a semi-filled-back-in trench.

The upside to my time away is that our basketball team has now won three total games. If you'll recall, that's two more since the last post.

And now, thoughts of spontaneity.
Have you ever farted in a bathroom with a good echo? Last time I did it sounded almost musical. You really ought to try it. It's fun.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Basketball is teh suck. We've only won one game so far. Holy crap. Suck.

Oh, well. You'll enjoy this story. So I'm sitting at the lunch table with some friends today at school. I don't remember what we were talking about, but that's not important anyway. One friend had six ketchup packets, each individually named, for some reason. A girl at the far end of the table takes one of the packets and is playing with it. --You probably know about where this is going by now.-- The majority of us are fairly deep in conversation at this point about video games or tv or something, when all of a sudden I see the girl at the far end of the table bring her hand down with great force into the ketchup packet she has placed on said table. Before I have time to do more than start to raise my hands in defense, I see small droplets of ketchup hurtling toward my face with astounding speed, closely resembling the stars in that scene of Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon makes the jump to light speed...except red and semi-liquidy. When it's over I slowly open my eyes, realizing what has just taken place, and look around to survey the damage. Apparently I'm the one who has taken the overwhelming majority of the ketchup attack, as the rest of the table is now looking at me between glances at each other and laughing hysterically. As I repeatedly ask for a napkin to begin undoing the damage that has been done, I can smell the strong odor of ketchup eminating from my face, jacket, and shirt. So I wipe off all the ketchup I can find and eventually go about the rest of my day, occasionally stumbling across another little pocket of condiment I've overlooked. When I get home and finally have time to take a good look in the mirror, I can see that some of my hair is a little matted together. As I start to brush through it (knowing that a brush is much more suitable for detangling than a comb), I uncover several globs of dried ketchup hiding in the vicinity of my scalp. My shower tonight will be extra thorough, as I'd rather not have a tomato-based dipping sauce setting up camp in the follicle forest that is my hair.

How was your day?

Friday, January 27, 2006

Guess what? I found the camera. I basically put off posting again until I found it. I didn't want to disappoint you all by not having pictures. Unfortunately, the "add image" button doesn't seem to be working, so I can't post the pictures. I'll get them up eventually.

In other news, the LivingStone site has been completely revamped. It's pretty awesome now. You can go hear samples of songs and see all our beautiful faces in wonderful, high-quality pictures. Just for your information, I'm the only available one in the whole band, so if you're looking for a band guy ladies, I'm the one to talk to. By the way, we didn't win the basketball game I was talking about. We didn't follow any of the patterns I had mapped out, either. We lost by the largest margin yet this season. We did win the next game, though...eventually. Anyway, I have work to do...so I'm gonna go. Until we do this thing that resembles meeting again.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

I always seem to report news late, meaning that it isn't news anymore. It's olds. That reminds me. Why do people say "old news"? That would mean presents and everybody likes presents, but nobody likes old news. Anyway, last Friday (meaning the Friday before the one two days ago) I went to a Red Wings [rock] hockey game in Nashville. It was awesome. We got pictures of some of the players during their warm-up from right by the glass. Unfortunately, I can't find my camera at the moment to post them. I'll try and find it by the next post to do that.

I, like many other college students, go back to school Tuesday. I don't want to go. However, I must in order to achieve the ninth level of power or however that goes. It is at this time that I will go and do things until it is sleep time and I sleep until I am not sleeping anymore. Later.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Have you ever just sat and thought about a word and its origins? I guess you wouldn't really have to be sitting. You could stand or lie down...or find some other position to be in. Well I was just doing so, sitting (sitting and lying down being my preferred thinking positions), and I thought to myself "The words 'header' and 'footer' are alot alike and have similar qualities and meanings, but 'butter' is completely unrelated". And then there's Chester, which is even more different. It's a name, for doing something out loud or for someone's sake. Which brings me to another point. Why are two very common phrases "For crying out loud" and "For Pete's sake"? Why would somebody do anything for crying out loud? Why would somebody do anything for crying at all? Why does it have to be out loud? What does it even mean to do something "for crying out loud"? Could it be "for crying 'out loud'", as if to actually yell "OUT LOUD!"? I don't understand. It doesn't make any sense. And then there's the other one. Why would people do things for Pete's sake? Who is Pete and why do I care about doing things for his sake? Is it Peter the desciple? That would make some sense, especially since two other phrases are the same except with "God" or "Christ" in place of Pete. But then why did whoever started these phrases shorten it to Pete? Did they do it in order to say fewer syllables or because they genuinely preferred the name Pete to Peter? And who's to say it's about Pete at all? Who's to say it's Pete and not peat, that swampy, grassy, mud stuff they seem to have an abundance of in Scotland? How do we know we don't do things for peat's sake? Who's to say? Who's to know?

That, for some reason, brings me to this point. I imagine many or most of you have heard the joke "If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?". If you hadn't heard it before just then, I hope you enjoyed it. But my question is just that. What are tests? Obviously the immediate answer is not the correct one, given its entirely different meaning. I guess you could make up words to answer the question like testual, testular, or testitudinal, but that doesn't get you anywhere. What is the correct word to describe tests? The world may never know.

I just had another thought. Where does the word "midget" come from? If midgets are midgets, what are the rest of us? Are we midges and "midget" was originally "midgette", a more petite and dainty version of a midge?

I'll close with this. Which do you think came first, "easy" or "e-z"? In which case, why would someone use "e-z" to describe simple? Could it be because "e-z" would be "a-z" minus "a-d", meaning a smaller number of things and thusly less effort required to do? That makes a little sense if you think about it. I better get to bed. I have to get up early to get my brother to his early bird class, even though I'll still be on break for another couple of weeks and don't really have to get up for any other reason...except eating. I'd get up for that. Goodnight.