Furthermore, it's time for revenge.
Saturday, January 27, 2001
Friday, January 26, 2001
Every day this week, with the exception of today, I woke up before my alarm. My alarm goes of at 6:02 AM every morning (that's 2 minutes after music turns on, which usually fails to wake me up). It's not like I'm going to bed considerably earlier, I'm just waking up earlier, and as a result, I've felt like I'm in some sort of stupor every day in school.... I tried to go to sleep earlier today, but I failed, ended up watching Farscape which I recorded on the TiVo, and then ended up back at the computer writing this.
Speaking of Farscape, that pisses me off. I hate it when a show does a season finale that is a to be continued. Not only that, it was a fucking four part season finale! I've been watching the damn show all month only to be forced to wait until March or something to see what happens next! Not only that, they did some incredibly drastic stuff to the plot! Killing off cast members, having the main badguy sort of win! But, I do like the show a lot, and in spite of whatever has happened, the season finale was pretty good, and I will probably end up continuing to watch it. (In case you were wondering, it's on the Sci-Fi channel Fridays at 9:00)
Well, I guess I'm going to try again to go to sleep, since if the big plan goes through, I'll be pretty busy for a good 8-12 hours tomorrow, I better get some rest. Good thing the whole thing goes down less than a mile from my house, so in case something goes wrong, we all just go home.
Wednesday, January 24, 2001
1. Incredibly quantities of homework. Having now decided on a science project, it's going to take a lot of work, so less time for stuff like this.
2. Inability to make things look good. This has two parts... (A) I can't do graphics worth a crap. (B) I have no taste. My choice in colors/etc. is very bad, and I often end up with hideious monstrosities that hurt the eyes.
3. (I thought of another one...) The infinite distraction that is known as the Internet. I can't get anything done when I'm at a computer. First, I check my email, then I check the blogs I'm on, then I check if there's anybody on AIM, then I do something else... etc. It's no good at all.
Simply put, without some major help, it's not going to happen.
I suppose it's only a good thing that my unquenchable thirst for downloaded (read: pirated) music is being forced to a stop. I've been going crazy w/ Audiogalaxy recently just because it's so FREAKIN' EASY to queue up songs and go to sleep.
I was thinking earlier today, that I've never really spent any considerable amount of time pondering/analyzing my own personality, and I'm curious about it. I think I'm going to go find some internet tools to help me determine what I'm like.
"This should be good for our business. Getting sued by DEC is a sign of arrival in the DEC market."John Stadler, President Clearpoint Inc., a maker of DEC-compatible memories, on hearing that DEC was starting legal action for copyright infringement.
Taken from here.
I find this kind of funny. My dad, John, said this... like... 20 years ago, and somehow it found it's way onto this guy's webpage. That's just really amusing.
Tuesday, January 23, 2001
Monday, January 22, 2001
Today, for varying reasons, I was rushing down our driveway to get to the bus in time... and for those who don't know, my house is on top of a hill. During the winter, my driveway becomes somewhat of a... deathtrap so to speak. It's very icy, and slippery, and because of it's positioning, it never gets any sun to melt the ice off. So anyhow, I was rushing down to meet the bus, and I slipped, thus falling, and hitting my ass very hard on the ground. It was also very snowy as a result. So I got back up, with a now sore ass, and headed on down. Eventually, after standing around in the freezing cold, the bus shows up, and we get on, however due to the fact that I had earlier fell into snow, my ass was now very wet.
Not only did I have to sit for 20+ minutes on the bus, but I had to do it with a wet ass.
I blame this entirely on the bus. There's something else I wanted to say, but by having an AIM conversation (msg me! provided I'm on...) at the same time, my mind has wandered, and I forgot what I was going to say.
On a totally unrelated note, during his lecture, he said, and I quote, "Hamlet was not some prostitute." I don't think anybody thought he was.