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.

IT IS L...

IT IS LOUD NEXT DOOR AND I HAVE TO BE UP AT 6 FOR AN EXAM! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD BE QUIET! >_

An allig...

An alligator wearing sheepskinSnowbound furries falling in my lumberjack dreamPost modern hazy sleazy paradise running through my veinsInsomnia disinfectant tidings from the family around the corner,If I read one more line of student poetryI will jam this delicate, extra fine pointed pen,In my eye.

'Fool me once,...

'Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me'.

Running joke...

Enough with this post-modern crap. Pretty soon you people are going to be handing out blank pieces of paper saying "This is how I feel.", I'm begging you, stop it now!

Random Poetry

Night SongLisel MuellerAmong rocks, I am the loose one,among arrows, I am the heart,among daughters, I am the recluse,among sons, the one who dies young.Among answers, I am the question,between lovers, I am the sword,among scars, I am the fresh wound,among confetti, the black flag.Among shoes, I am the one with the pebble,among days, the one that never comes,among the bones you find on the beach,the one that sings was mine.

Whee

Dr Butler: Pet theories are...theories generated by small, household animals...just kidding! Anyone want to buy a snail?

"No, I lea...

"No, I leave on Wednesday the 7th.""But...you said that you would be available for work through the end of that week...""Um. No, I said that I would be gone on the 7th and would be coming back on the 14th. So, I cannot work anymore after this week.""Why didn't you tell anyone?""I did tell someone. In fact, I told everyone who worked this weekend. Plus I had been talking about the Boston trip for weeks.""You could have given a 2 week notice, you know."(Oh. Shit. Yeah.)"Could you maybe type one of those up for us today and bring it in?"(sigh)"Sure." Work called at 8.30 this morning wondering what the hell was going on with the cryptic 'last week' message written above my name on the current schedule. Honestly, I had thought about giving a two weeks notice..I did. But it got buried under the hundreds of other things that I need to do. Now I find myself stuck for works...I don't know how I am supposed to ...phrase this bad boy. Any suggestions? ^_^

"No, I lea...

"No, I leave on Wednesday the 7th.""But...you said that you would be available for work through the end of that week...""Um. No, I said that I would be gone on the 7th and would be coming back on the 14th. So, I cannot work anymore after this week.""Why didn't you tell anyone?""I did tell someone. In fact, I told everyone who worked this weekend. Plus I had been talking about the Boston trip for weeks.""You could have given a 2 week notice, you know."(Oh. Shit. Yeah.)"Could you maybe type one of those up for us today and bring it in?"(sigh)"Sure." Work called at 8.30 this morning wondering what the hell was going on with the cryptic 'last week' message written above my name on the current schedule. Honestly, I had thought about giving a two weeks notice..I did. But it got buried under the hundreds of other things that I need to do. Now I find myself stuck for works...I don't know how I am supposed to ...phrase this bad boy. Any suggestions? ^_^

I have nothing intersting to say. Carry on.

It is raining. It has been raining all day and it will continue raining through the weekend (says the weather boy and channel 7) for we have been hit with a tropical wave. Cover your heads children. This week has been..interesting. Nutty. I can say that can't I? I have taken three tests two in spanish and one in math. I have a final in spanish tomorrow..and then I am free. Until Tuesday, when I start statistics. I am so tired of school...I think this is what one would refer to as burn out. I get no leisurely vacation time -- time to sit and read, to sketch, to write..to be sane, really. I go to school. And work. And then I go back to school. I could scream. Granted, having only one course in summer B is a godsend (Ojala!) ...but still..there are many things that I would rather be doing. I say "Pbbffttt".

Your slightest...

Your slightest look will easily unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose. Or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will be shut very beautifully, suddenly. As when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending: nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries rendering death and forever with each breathing. (I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice if your eyes is deeper then all roses)Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

The romantic art of putting things off until the last minute

I would go for a drive right now - for I, the sick individual that I am, enjoy driving in rainy weather. But I can't, because the power steering seems to be acting up in my car yet again, I filled it to the max. line last weekend and decided to check again today (after hearing a bit of a grinding noise when coming around the corner of my driveway) and found that the fluid had dipped down below the minimum line. Either there is a leak...or someone is draining the fluid out of my car while I am not looking. I blame the chimps. (the public posts are always the most interesting. heh) I could be working on my math take-home test...but that would be productive, and hence counter-productive to someone who is trying to avoid being productive at all costs. Make sense?

Things that rhyme with snerple

1. I found a study buddy in math. This is good, for, I am bad at math. You see..math and I..have never really gotten along. It's like oil and water: it may look tasty, but trust me brother - you don't want to consume it.2. I got a 'B' on my Spanish test. You know, the one I studied for 30 minutes before the actual test. This makes me wonder: what the hell would I have gotten if I had actually put in more study time? Common sense tells me that I would have gotten a 'D'..because that is how it works. Really. Ask Jesus. 3.I was going to talk to my advisor after the afore mentioned Spanish class, but I made the mistake of having ramen before hand. Ramen makes me thirsty. I spent most of my hour and twenty minutes of class time thinking about water. And, for some reason, Jello. The latter concerns me, I think I am coming down with something. Something Jello related. 4.I am waiting for Mike's brother to email me back, for I got the strangest email from him this morning saying that he was very sick. I'm concerned. 5. I go to work soon, and I swear to God, if one more person says "It didn't ring up, it must be free!" to me, I am going to kill them and then enpale their corpse on the end of a pointy stick and place the pointy stick at the entrance of the store -- as a warning to the others. 6.Paul is a winner for putting up with me and my madcrazy mood swings. I think he deserves a round of applause. Or a duck. I think he would prefer the latter, personally. (Huzzah)

I'm posting it first.

Giove cozza: you're continual loop enbodied. ;-)MikeMarco14: i'll remember that when they ask what i want carved in my tombstoneGiove cozza: but you wouldn't be enbodied anymore. ...or..it would just be the body. erm. yeah.MikeMarco14: oh but wouldn't it be perfect then? i'd be fucking with people's minds until the very end. mwahahaha!Giove cozza: ^_^ i might have to steal that.Giove cozza: or "was composed entirely of meat patties".MikeMarco14: or better yet, "died while saving his family from certain death"MikeMarco14: i forget how that goesGiove cozza: heh. :-)Giove cozza: "ate carpet, died, long live lennon"MikeMarco14: oh, perfectGiove cozza: "lauren is dead. long live lauren"Giove cozza: "here lies a cat in the form of a former human who liked orange colored food, long walks on the beach and customer service jobs."Giove cozza: ^_^ are you writing these down?MikeMarco14: i'm saving this chat transcript anywayGiove cozza: lolGiove cozza: i liked my last one.Giove cozza: i might use them all though. so..it will be more of a wall..and less of a traditional tomb stone. MikeMarco14: the lauren memorial. there you go.Giove cozza: ohh. i could get one of those walls you can paint on. that would be nice. and my loved ones (all 5 of them) could write stuff on it.Giove cozza: like "died from yellow # 5 poisoning. what a moron"MikeMarco14: LOLGiove cozza: "I told her that cheeto wouldn't fit up her nose"MikeMarco14: ROFLGiove cozza: ^_^ weird in life, weird in death. the insanity never ends.

Insanity. Or something akin to it.

Giove cozza: i'm losing it.MikeMarco14: so am iGiove cozza: we could start an insanity farm. MikeMarco14: yayGiove cozza: i'll tend to the tin can garden, and you...can milk the chickens.MikeMarco14: mmm, milk chickens...Giove cozza: tincanmilkedchickens.MikeMarco14: yesGiove cozza: those too.Giove cozza: which, we will sell to the titty farm..which is to the right of our farm.MikeMarco14: we are entirely too crazy for our own goodGiove cozza: *grin* nooooo. we're sane, fool.MikeMarco14: yeah?Giove cozza: they're the crazy ones. with their laws, and their veggie burgers! fuck!

I felt like Steve ...

I felt like Steve from Blue's Clues today because of this shirt. Of course..Steve's shirt is green..and lightly dusted with crack..but nonetheless -- I felt a little silly today at school. I got the feeling that my classmates were talking about me behind my back. (and I bet those bastards were pointing too. damn them!) ^_^

Someones Kiki de Montparnasse

A deviation from the Phonenix chronicalsTrying something new.