Poot: Old scho...

Poot: Old school html sure is fun. And it sure does annoy Paul.

No si?

I am pretty good at putting things off. Right now I should be working on some group dynamics homework, but instead I am quite obviously writing a pretty pointless entry. It isn't my fault though - Paul handed me his laptop. I could have said no I suppose, but could you ever look an innocent laptop in the face and say "No, I don't want to use you right now" ? School is constantly dumping new projects on me. Most of them I don't mind, but of course there is the weirdly-annoying class-variable. Interpersonal Communications has turned out to be a flash from my elementary school past. We have a class pet -- a sweet potato named Chip that we have to take care of in turns (I think this is going to involve changing it's water every now and again, but I feel oddly compelled to turn it into a pirate). For Thursday I have to make a coat of armor which, for those of you who never had to do this before, involves putting aspects of my personality up on a piece of poster board for the masses to gawk at as I try to explain exactly why there is a picture of lemur holding a spoon pasted right in the middle of it. (At this point I stop trying to make sense) I have been sick for a few days now, and I am throughly tired of it. And I am begining to suspect that I am annoying those around me with my hacking cough. I know I most certainly hate it when people around me are constantly hacking. But I feel reluctant to go see a doctor about this because it is just a cold. I've never gone in to see a doctor for a mere cold before...but the coughing is getting to me so I may break down tomorrow and go to the University clinic. I've also felt rather confused about my major choice recently. A small part of me feels like I should be majoring in a profession like Psychiatry or Radio instead of a theory like Interpersonal Communication. Shouldn't my major describe what I want to be doing after I graduate? When I came into college I had plans of traveling immediately after I graduated. I wanted to see the world and learn through good old first-hand expeirence about life and other factors. I don't know. Perhaps this feeling will pass in time. Paul has just informed me that he "wins" because he just submitted his entry first. Yes, but is it funny? Is the title in broken Spanish? Do you complain about anything in it? Are italics used? Ha - I truly am the winner.

I finally install...

I finally installed the software for my digital camera, and as thus downloaded the pictures that I took while I was up there. Actually, all that I had saved on the camera were pictures taken in the New England Aquarium. The ones of snow are on a zip disk that is more than likely still packed in a box in Paul's room. Someday it will be located. Maybe. Whee, rocks. Before they were turned into loaves....

So much for the afterglow

Last semester I had a little routine with the neighbors downstairs. They would blare their ass-base late at night and I would call the phase office and complain. Shortly after said complaint, the noise would cease. The routine has just begun again. Oddly and sickly, I always felt bad about calling and reporting my neighbors. I mean, I have no problem with their parties, or with their wanting to have drunken fun on the weekends. Shouldn't I be more sympathetic to my peers? Shouldn't I be down there with them? No to all of the above. I do have a problem with the copious amounts of base, however. Why? Because even the best earplugs cannot tune it out. It is more than a noise -- it is a vibration that shakes my floor and walls. Dear god I hate college students. I hate their drunken parties, I hate the way they often take a relaxed view on education ("Why are you here?" To make more money.), I hate the shallowness I see all over. (and I 'ate the mess he left on the floor. You heard me.) I want to move out, I want to live in a real apartment. I want neighbors who respect the sound barrier. I guess I am asking for too much of my fellow 'man'.

"It's ...

"It's hard to read inside of a laundry basket."

In lieu of my own words

assholes are cheap todaycheaper than yesterdaysmall ones are half a crownsitting up or lying down

This is the end re...

This is the end result of an evening spent on working on my creative writing portfolio. Obviously, it hasn't been going too well... I am ready for the semester to be over as I lack the motivation to do anything.