chaz720.net - journal

October 01, 2001

I just remembered that time at the market. You snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart, and rolled down aisle five. You looked behind you to smile back at me... crashed into a rack full of magazines. They asked us if we could leave. I can't remember what went wrong last September, though I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to. Our love was comfortable, and so broken in. I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to. My friends all approve, say "she's gonna be good for you". They throw me high fives. She says the Bible is all that she reads, and prefers that I not use profanity. Your mouth was so dirty. Life of the party and she swears that she's artsy, but you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane. Our love was comfortable, and so broken in. She's perfect, so flawless, or so they say. She thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking, and poses for pictures that aren't being taken. I loved you, gray sweatpants, no makeup, so perfect. Our love was comfortable, and so broken in. she's perfect, so flawless. I'm not impressed, I want you back.

I'm sorry, but that song just plain rules. I'm sure we've all had at least one person that we remember having some of the greatest times together, and although you knew deep down that that person was flawed it didn't really matter. You weren't really overlooking the flaws for the sake of the relationship so much as the flaws just ceased to be. At the risk of probably repeating an idea someone came up with hundreds of years ago, I think that's what being in love is. You fall in love with an entire person, not just something about them. And when you're there, everything about them is just right. I mean hell, the person could have a third arm and the negative sides to that (such as very expensive shirts) would never even occur to you.

This song also brings up another excellent point, perfect girls are perfect for nobody. This is primarily because all of us guys are far from perfect, and we really don't want to be outdone. Perfect girls tend to be trophy girlfriends. The kind it's nice to have a relationship with, but not to actually be in a relationship with. And I mean seriously, how old must it get saying, "keep away from her she's mine" to everyone that so much as glances in her general direction. That could only stay fun for a maximum of about a week :P

No, finding someone is a lot harder than trying with all your might to get with that perfect girl. You have to take it easy as best you can. The right girl will come around, and when she does, you'll know it, you'll be (as John Mayer says) comfortable, and you can't ask for anything more than that. So save the high blood-pressure, do what it is you like doing whenever you can. And don't let the ones from the past keep you up at night, worrying has never gotten anyone anywhere.

October 02, 2001

Well if I said I didn't think it was going to happen sooner or later I'd be a damn dirty liar. I got pulled over tonight because my license plate holder "obscured the registration sticker". Well in all actuality the license plate holder completely blocked not only the sticker but the entire bottom of the plate So I wasn't going to argue. I think maybe a chunk of why I got pulled over was because I was listening to prodigy with these. But don't fret all you out there (particlarly those who are paying my insurance, looks at mom and dad) I didn't get a ticket or anything, just a suggestion that I remove the plate holder.

Speaking of loud music! I just won an auction on a creative labs live drive. Long story short it's a thing that goes in the front of my computer and gives me a bunch of recording-studio like features and stuff. I told myself that I'd put in a bid for it, and if I won on that bid, then I'd take it as a sign that I should go get a set of headphones and a keyboard and put together some techno music. So as soon as it gets here and I confirm that my computer doesn't reject the implant or something, it's off to the races. And hey, if my music doesn't suck too imensely I could even burn a cd of it and see if I can get a DJ to play it at a party or something. Who knows, if I'm really lucky I could get my music stolen on gnutella, I should be so honored.

Well anyway, after having about 8 different versions of *nix installed on it, my laptop is going back to win2k cause I've made the (now) educated decision that win2k is better than pretty much everything out there when it comes to a PC (and yes I'm including MacOS in this rather general diss. I wouldn't want to pass up a perfectly good opertunity to rip on apple would I?) So I'm gonna either go to sleep, or fall asleep installing win2k on my laptop which ever comes first. Because although it never ceases to be facinating, watching a hard drive format can only provide so many hours of entertainment.

October 09, 2001

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop. Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech As he opens the door, she rolls over.. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over.. She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man. Ohh... Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know; she tells herself.. Oh... Memories back when she was bold and strong And waiting for the world to come along... Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man... She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man... She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man... Yeah... She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way She feeds him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again Can't find a better man.

Just kinda stuck in my head, bouncing around in such a way as to cause the most annoyance.

The management at my apartment complex is being kind of an ass when it comes to resigning. By this I mean that they are making us decide awful early in the year. Normally this really wouldn't be too much trouble seeing as we would all like to live here next year, but Fei is having trouble avoiding living in his house next year. So it is kinda up in the air what we are going to do about this. I guess Fei is going to sign for the room and then either he or we will find someone to take his place next year. I just hope it works out okay and that his house doesn't dick him over if he really doesn't want to stay there and they have enough people to live there anyway.

I guess procrastinating finally paid off in my favor. I was taking my time to get my letter of acceptance sent back into motorola on the offer they sent me a few weeks ago. This was because I was still waiting to hear from the other division I applied to, and I let them know that... So anyway, a couple days ago they sent me a "revised offer" which included all the same conditions as the last one, only they extended the deadline to reply by a few weeks, and offered a really nice scholarship along with it. So I've been in a pretty good mood the last few days here as getting a whole bunch of money is always fun in my book

I finally installed flash5 again, and so this time I think that I'm actually going to go through the motions and learn some more about flash scripting. Dave tells me that it's really simple to make some really cool shit with the scripting options and since everyone loves to see cool shit I figure why not I'll see what I can do.

I have taken the next step towards techno... I ordered a set of DJ headphones off of eBay. They are going to be really nice. 40mm drivers that handle 1000mW and respond from 25KHz all the way down to 10Hz (that's really really low, the 12" subs in my car only get down to around 20-25Hz) So for now the main purpose of the headphones will be so that I can enduldge my desire to listen to songs that are stuck in my head over and over and over again as I sometimes get the urge to do without making all my roommates kill me and or themselves whichever comes first. (most likely the former, and we can't have that) And then once I get my hands on a keyboard it will be a straight shot to the end.

Well, Kevin had the idea, Hans had the boredom enough to follow through, and I had the tools and the utter contemptuous disdain for mistakes that allowed us to plan, purchase and construct a removable baskbetball hoop to be mounted in the courtyard of our apartment. All things done it came out to be 10' 2" (not bad, considering it's better than a lot of rims around campus) and it comes on and off with two people in about 5 minutes. It lets us be idiots and annoy people with much effeciency and have fun at the same time. While we were putting it up the first time we drew looks like people watching a spaceship hovering over the horizon. Some people worried of the noise, some delighted with the possibilities. I'll let you know if we get evicted in the next couple weeks haha :D

October 12, 2001

Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room. Young girl...violins...center of her own attention. The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it. Tries to make her proud. The shades go down, inside her head. Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong... Don't call me daughter, not fit to. The picture kept will remind me. Don't call me daughter, not fit to be. The picture kept will remind me. Don't call me... She holds the hand that holds her down. She will...rise above...ooh...oh... Don't call me daughter, not fit to. The picture kept will remind me. Don't call me daughter, not fit to be. The picture kept will remind me. Don't call me...

Well, at the end of the day I'll be in Ohio with the Purdue and OSU bunch of lackies, so I suppose I'm looking forward to that or something :P. Eh, I still got a quiz between now and then, and whenever something like that happens it usually kinda presents a bit of an excitement barrierfor me. I try to keep myself focused on classes before I get excited about things, eh maybe that's the true root of dorkdom but oh well.

I finished the pcf clan site recently, so it's all set and ready to go for when we get the new server up and everything is operational. The members seem to like it so that's good cause I actually spent a decent chunk of time on it. But it's cool, cause I'll always have the code I wrote and I can actually see other applications for it that could be useful sometime in the future. Or I could possibly monkey with it a bit, and turn it into a message board script. Probably after I learn how to use MySQL.

The other chunk of my tests have gone pretty well, my philosophy test coming to mind most abruptly. It was a two short-essay test. This is, in my humble opinion, one of the easiest and best tests to take. This is because as long as you've read the material (or even just gone to class, or hell just read the cliffs notes or something) then you will most likely have enough information to throw together an essay. And what may be a forgetfulness that has left you with only some vaugue memories that went on in the reading and your own camentative ability to write the paper, can easily come accross as a unique view of the book with very clever use of examples, as sporatic as they may be. And while I read the book, went to class, (and even read the cliffs notes) the test came off the pen easily, and I actually liked some of the stuff I wrote on the test. I guess writing so much for things like this site make it pretty easy to come up with stuff as I go along, after all, this rediculous collection of nothingness is getting on a 1.6 million keystrokes, scary methinks

So no doubt at least some of you heard about the incident outside Chicago with the lunatic in the airplane who "wanted to see the cockpit" or something like that. Long story short: guy charges cockpit, captain radios FAA, airforce scrambles two F-16s, passengers jump the guy and tie him down with blankets and anything they can find, F-16s end up escorting the 767 to O'hare where everyone gets off the plane uninjured. I first heard about this from my mom who says the first she heard of it was when the 767 flew over our house at less than a thousand feet, and then moments later she heard about it some more as two f-16s broke the sound barrier flying over the greater schaumburg area chasing said 767 down at around 500 feet. Stuff all over the house was shaking, someone's apple tree had all the apples fall out of it or something like that. Very random, very very loud, mildly unsettling.

I think (and I should definately watch how much of that I do) that I may be able to offer a rather interesting analogy to the attack on america about a month ago now. I think that many, if not all, conflicts in the world, be them international, or interrelational spark from two different people or groups of people placing different amounts of importance on something. Joel and I were discussing the trivialization of money by rich people in front of those who aren't as well off and how much that can actually hurt someone. Likewise, if you forget your anniversary, that is most likely placing less importance on it then your spouse who is going to be incredibly mad, and you may find yourself sleeping on the couch (or in your car) that night. I think something similar happened on September 11th. When we collectively woke up that morning, it was something like coming home one day after work and finding all our cloths, cds, and tools laying all over the front lawn. Sure if you could talk more often and be open and all that other fun stuff none of this would have happened, but talking wouldn't even be necessary if you both placed the same amount of importance on everything. Think about all the times you've felt like crap because of someone else, and how it can basically be summed up as someone putting a little less importance on something you hold above a lot of things.

October 15, 2001

There you were freaking out, Trying to get your head around the fact that me and you and love is dead. See how I'm trippin out, 'cos you can't decide what you really want from me. Why does it have to be like this? I can never tell. You make me love you, love you baby, With a little L. There you were shouting out. Cranking up your altercations, getting upset in your desperation. Screaming and hollering, How could this love become so paper thin? You're playing so hard to get. You're making me sweat just to hold your attention. I can't give you nothing more, If you ain't givin' nothing to me. you make me love you, love you baby, with a little L. why does it have to be like this? I can never tell. Seems like you're stepping on the pieces of my broken shell. 'cos you make me love you, love you with a little L you know that's the way you make me love you yeah.

After reading Joel's entry about apathy being a highly enlightened state, I felt compelled to respond. And in talking briefly with him I think I have a way to proove numerically that I have found the one true way to live... or something like that, ahem cough.

So I came up with the idea that everyone has to have in their mind some idea of scope in which they exist. This meaning, when they think of the word "everything" a certain collection of stuff kinda lights up in their head. And this scope is inversely related to how much importance they place on any given thing in that collection. To see this illustrated I'll use the extremes. Someone whose scope is miniscule, represented by those who are manic/depressive, sees the world as containing very little besides what is happening right now, and thus they will tend to react very rashly to many things that happen. Because if that is all the world is, it must be very important. Whereas someone whose scope is infinate, that is when they say "everything" they mean everything, will be completely apathetic. Because over the course of all of time nothing really holds any signifigance. Now it's time to bust out those numbers I was promising...

Let's say there are a finite number of events that are going to occur involving your existance. To involve you means you know about it, you've done it, or someone knows you've done it. So included in your existance is, everything you know about the past, everything you will do while alive, and the knowledge of everything you have done by those people in the future. This is sometimes called your sphere of influence. And, as I said, it is going to contain some finite number of events. Now lets assume that things that happen can be given a particualr value of importance, and we will add all these values up, to come up with a "total quantity of your importance". This being, essentially, a value placed on your sphere of influence. And assuming we hold some belief in fate, let's say this number is pretty much set for every person. We'll use this number in a minute

First let's look back at our percieved scope I was talking about, and give that a number. This is fairly easy. I'll say a person with an infinate scope will have a value of infinity, and a manic/depressive person has a scope value of near zero. And most people have a scope value somewhere in between. Now let's say that the amount of concern that someone will place on an event, is equal to the value of importance of that event, devided by their scope value. Let's see some examples. We'll arbitrarily say a car accident is 100 points, and stubbing your toe is 1 point.

To the person with infinate scope we have 100/infinity compared to 1/infinity both of which are zero. Meaning this person doesn't really care how many accidents he gets in or home many times he stubs his toe, it's all the same in that nothing is really important.
Next of which, we have the manic/depressive person. they are comapring 100/almost zero and 1/almost zero. these are both simply very large numbers, and the person will react very much the same to both of them.
finally we have the person who is somewhere between. They will get two reaction types that have a fair amount of distance between them, reacting more to the car accident than the stubbed toe.

So we can see that the first two people may not be the best way to respond to things. As the infinite in scope will end up being a rather shallow person who takes everything at face value believing nothing has any importance at all. And the manic depressive will live their life on a rollercoaster. But where in the middle like the third person makes the most sense to be? Well, I say it makes the most sense to live by a scope that places the sum of all your reactions close to 1. That is the same thing as saying, live with a scope value equal to that number we found a minute ago, the "total quantity of your importance".

So in other words you can react to things that you know about the past, behave in a particular mannor while alive, and you can change the way you act based on the knowledge that people will remember you. But I don't think it is very appropriate to base the way you live your life on something that lies outside your sphere of influence. Of course, that's just me and my infalible calculations talking so take it for what it's worth.

P.S. the event value of having read this entry was somewhere between stubbing your toe and drinking a cup of coffee.

October 19, 2001

It starts with you. One thing, I don't know why, It doesn't even matter how hard you try. Keep that in mind i designed this rhyme to explain in due time all I know. Time is a valuable thing. Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings. Watch it count down to the end of the day. The clock ticks life away, It's so unreal. Didn't look out below. Watch the time go right out the window. Trying to hold on, didn't even know, I wasted it all just to watch you go. I kept everythin inside, And even though I tried, It all fell apart. What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard. Tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn't even matter. I had to fall to lose it all. But in the end it doesn't even matter. One thing, I don't know why, It doesn't even matter how hard you try. Keep that in mind i designed this rhyme to remind myself how I tried so hard. I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me. Acting like I was part of your property. Remembering all the times you fought with me, I'm surprised it got so far. Things aren�t the way they were before. You wouldn�t even recognize me anymore. Not that you knew me back then, But it all comes back to me in the end. I kept everything inside, And even though I tried, It all fell apart. What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard. Tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn�t even matter. I had to fall to lose it all. But in the end it doesn�t even matter. I put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There�s only one thing you should know I Tried so hard and got so far. But in the end, it doesn�t even matter. I had to fall to lose it all. But in the end it doesn�t even matter.

Well I attempted to put this on the front page of my site but it was met with a rather substantial quantity of suggestions as to better places I could stick it. So bleh, fine, I took it down, no one likes it, I have failed to amuse you.

So as you know I made changes to the posting script to make it a little bit nicer, including the option to type urls and have it generate links for you. Joel was kind enough to be the first to post a link on my page, and lo and be-fucking-hold it was a link to goatse.cx. You know, I'm really tired of that crap, seriously. I thought that it was plenty funny to trick people into going to that page when maybe 50% of the entire population of the world knew about it. you'd hide links and all that fun crap and it was a good laugh because it was so unpleasent, and we should all no better than going there. It is now officially no longer funny, for christ's sake. Now it seems like anytime someone has a text box that they can enter something into it must contain a link to that damn site, and I'm tired of it. Besides, people like my mom read this site so show a little fucking respect for it. I've put up with all the damn obsceneties, hoping that anyone that sees this site as a reflection of me can do the same. But c'mon a link to goatse? I wasn't amused in the least.

While it's nice for all of us as a community of people who know about this page to have a form of anonymous communication, could we please do something more constructive than trying to offend me? I took the liberty of making any links to goatse or the others (comp-u-geek, etc) be automatically changed to links to disney.com. So if you want to post links to sites like that then you can save it for something awful

The next step will be banning people's hosts from being able to post here and I really don't want to do that, you know I don't.

But now I've had two quizes and all my roommates are still asleep, so I think I'm going to go to Best Buy and buy a couple of cds or something, cause I feel like if I sit at my computer any longer I'm going to get a link to goatse sent to me, and then I'll have to kill someone.

October 23, 2001

Well the page is back after a day of being merely an ellypsis (last saturday). And I found that spending a good long evening at the bars with old friends you hvaven't seen in around 6 years will clear up just about any concerns you have relating to any given website. So who cares what goes on the front page, evidently people just wanted a place to spout off every now and then, and that's fine I guess. I don't plan on looking up hosts anymore, and I don't plan on blocking any urls aside from those which are clearly malicious (ie comp-u-geek and the like), oh yes and goatse... simply because I think goatse is retarded.

So I talked with the people at the Engineering administration office about the advising hold on my account, and since I have such a good GPA they bascially just removed it without even asking me any questions or bothering to delve into why there was an advising hold on my account in the first place. So I just have to come up with some classes to take next semester for tomorrow so I can go meet with my advisor. Ah yes my advisor, whose competence at the job in question is wholey uninspiring even to the slothiest of sloths.

Got my oil changed in my car...

Many people have been using it for a while and I first learned of it from Joel, and finally use it myself... Meaya's Pop-up ad killer. Which happily and transparently prevents internet explorer from poping up unsolicited windows. And yet still allows the browser to open windows that are opened via a clicked link (ie image viewers, and my site for example that opens foriegn links in a new window)

Kinda floating through the next couple weeks as the testing is at a relative minimum with only physics and philosophy presenting any work whatsoever this week, and little more expectation for anything else to pick up with any measurable momentum next week. As bored as I get sometimes, it feels really good at other times to have little to have to do.

October 26, 2001

My, my what a mess we've made of our pretty little heads these days. It appears a heavy wind's blown through here recently. Best wishes have been made for you, you never had no say it's true. You have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen. And all your lonely nights in the city of lights are much like all these crowded bars I so often find my stupid self stumbling through. My, my what a mess was made of my head when I heard what you'd been through that day It appears a violent storm's passed through you recently. Letters meant to be sent have been torn. The phone lies off the hook, on the floor. All these "I'm sorry"s and "I miss you"s are useless, I fucked this one up long ago. And all your lonely nights in the city of lights are much like all these crowded bars I so often find my stupid self stumbling through. Fuck you Aurora, You took my only friend. And although it's all my fault, the blaming myself had to come to an end so I say: Fuck you Aurora, You took my only friend. You wont catch me behind the wheel of a Chrysler ever again. My, my what a mess we've made of our precious little lives these days. It appears a big fucking tornado has twisted us up recently. Best wishes have been made for you, you never had no say it's true. You have to be the cutest gravedigger I've ever seen. And all your lonely nights in the city of lights are much like all these crowded bars I so often find my stupid self stumbling through.

I'm not entirely sure what to make of this song, but it's fun to listen to and when I got my hands on the lyrics I couldn't help but chuckle a bit :D

So um yeah, the whole "censorship" thing was not much beyond a miscommunication, do what you want on the front page, the only rule is no malicious links (and please don't try and argue with me on this one)

Well the windchill here is 14� (yes Fahrenheit) and, no wait- now it's 13�... well anyway, before I get too side tracked at calling the play by play as we all slowly freeze to death, I'll just go ahead and point out that we are all of course sick. Running on little more than DayQuil and sheer will power I've made it to the weekend and hopefully something good will come of my efforts.

I got the results back from my physics test and my linear algebra quiz with great steed and happily and joyfully I did very well on both of them. It's good to have a little positive reinforcement every once in a while.

Advisor Watch: I have made and had broken two appointments with my advisor this week only to recieve and e-mail yesterday telling me he was going to be out of town until tuesday... goodie... What was his reason for not being at my appointements you may ask? Apparently when he put the sign up sheets out side his office (which is in the middle of nowhere I might add) he forgot the principle that you are supposed to cross out or indicate in some other way when you are or aren't available for an appointment. So I was faced with a large blank sheet with times slots open everywhere. So I signed up for 3pm... no dice, I tried it again the next day... again no dice... then he e-mails me explaining that he is going out of town and that I had signed up during times when he was unable to be in his office, sadly the only way I could have known this was via telepathy.

I got an e-mail from the head of the ECE department here at the UofI and he's inviting me to come to an interview for a job as a tutor for either ece110 or ece290 because I got As in both of them. I sent an e-mail back saying I'd like to tutor for ece110 next semester. At the interview on plan on telling him that I will only accept the job on the condition that I be assigned a new god damn advisor

Leave it me to go out and buy a refridgerator when it's 12� outside :D. But no seriously, there were a few foody-type-items that I was reserved to buy not having a private place to stash them in fear of never actually being able to consume any of the item myself. So now with that concern in the past I can buy all the fun stuff I've always loved, like orange juice, bagels, and lipton brisk ice tea :D

October 28, 2001

Back at home briefly. Hardly a stay, more an extended duration errand, but it's still good to see the folks once in a while. I had a few things like my old computer case, and some shelving pieces that I wanted to bring back home cause I didn't really want to have them lying around at school. That and I wanted to bring a few things back like some more pillows, some free weights, my discman, and these drawings: Rei, Misato, and Asuka to go along with the new one of Lain on the wall above my desk.

Coming back I noticed a few things. They've fixed a number of roads around here since I've been gone, and they were ones in desperate need so that is most definately welcome. I also apparently forgot what this whole place looked like in the fall with no leaves on the trees because it feels incredibly different now. Particularly Hans's neighborhood, where I am so used to the entire area surrounding his house to be shaded out of the sun but now it's bright as hell, and the visabilty coming out of his neighborhood is much better, I think they may have actually taken several trees out of there.

I've looked all over and I can't find those three drawings for the life of me... perhaps they are tucked away in a folder somewhere at school (where all my folders and notebooks are from last year) and I also can find not a shred of evidence detailing the location of my discman, which is even more disturbing, simply because I can redraw the three pictures for free, whereas it was a really nice discman. Oh well, as I always say, If you can't find something, then just eleminate as many places as possible for when you resume your search. The pillows and the freeweights are resting comfortably in my trunk however :D

My sister Leandra is poking around with different ideas about what she wants to do exactly and one idea is for a new really cool web design job that I think (and hope *crosses fingers*) that she'll enjoy. I informed her, however, that she will learn php via my hand before long because I told her it would completely change how she looks at designing a website. I remember what it did for me. The first time this site used php was back last March, at the time it was just a simple script that allowed access to the different pages and kept track of the lovely menus over there <-- on the left. Then I added the posting script, then I added this, then I added that, and now I have all kinds of features that no one ever uses... Point being... now when I sit down to create a site (cough) I start with the backend code and the actual design and appearance of the site is just like an unfortunate afterthough that has to be taken care of. This is not to say that the base coding of the site does not depend on the layout, but clearly form follows function here.

Well I got some more driving ahead of me tomorrow, and it's getting a little late so I think it's time to turn in. Besides, I'm sick and I feel like going to sleep anyway.

October 31, 2001

Ooh, stop. With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, Try this trick and spin it, (yeah) yeah, Your head will collapse but there�s nothing in it, And you�ll ask yourself: �Where is my mind?� Way out in the water, See it swimming? I was swimming in the Caribbean, Animals were hiding behind the rocks, Except the little fish, But they told me this is where it�s gonna talk to me so you say: �Where is my mind?� Way out in the water, See it swimming? With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, Try this trick and spin it, yeah, Your head will collapse but there�s nothing in it, And you�ll ask yourself: �Where is my mind?� Way out in the water, See it swimming?

boo.

No? Eh, well I tried what do you really want? Yes everyone loves halloween where everyone dresses up like "pimps and hoes" and goes out to the bars to party. Also known as Wednesday. No one brings their children to a keycarded apartment building full of college students to go trick-o-treating so we don't even get to have fun scaring people either. But maybe we're all just too old for it all anyway, soon enough they'll tell me to stop hanging my damn socks over the fireplace at christmas time, I don't see what people yell at me for, I was just drying them...

Well, although I replied back to the head hancho in the ece department about the ece110 tutoring job for next semester, the job is to go to a senior. Sigh, lousey age descrimination. It's a shame too, cause I was just about done cinvincing me that doing all the work for that class over again would not really be all that big a deal =/. This might actually convince me to get a job doing something while I'm down here, just as some added responsibility more than a source of income, but extra cash is always good too.

Lately it's been a paper here, a quiz there, rounded off with the occasional test. No strings of wakeless cramming nights to take the joy out my week, nope, that I manage to do all on my own :D. From here til next week, if I recall properly, I have two tests (linear algebra and computer science) and a final draft of a philosophy paper I've already written due, in other words I think I'll have my fingernails in tact when I go home for thanksgiving.

I have the worst case of the hickups right now you'll have to excuse me for a momnet *holds breath*

I searched through all the stuff I have from last year that I could remember looking for those other drawings I made to no avail. I'm kinda dissapointed I really was hoping I'd find them here, it certainly would make things a lot simpler. But I suppose I will have to continue the search when I go back home for thanksgiving. I will find them.

I have plans to add to the pcf site script the ability to edit all your recent posts. This way if you make a typo and you catch it before it gets dumped into the archive you can go fix it (particularly screwed up links or things like that) I could also add the ability to create a user "root" that would be able change any posts, but I don't really see any need for that on pcf site, I figure I'll add it anyway. And I could even add an option for the root user to create new accounts. Hell this may just turn into a useful system. I might charge Leandra for it when I give it to her :P j/k

*lets out breath* Ah, much better... ... ... ... ... ... ...*hic* god damn it!!!

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