Archive for April, 2002
Huzzah for testing out of classes. No way in hell am I going to sit through a class that’s trying to explain the inner workings of a PC to people who only understand the workings of the inner-city.
And as for math? Don’t make me laugh. I refuse to even attend a class that only gets up to mixed fractions.
It started with two miniature landscapes inside aquariums, for use in a science project. One was to show the effects of erosion as from natural water falling, and the other for man-produced falling water (such as toilets and irrigation). On turned out smooth, while the other turn out more natural and jagged. They filled with water, and the ‘camera’ zoomed in as it started to snow on the natural landscape, and I was swimming in
the puddled waters.
I swam up to an edge, and met with Jorenko, and he joined me in the water. WE SWAM AND STUFF! Then we went
into this mansion and it was cool and we slept. th’nd
For those who have dial up . . . I share your pain
For those who have broadband/high-speed connections . . . never go back to dial-up.
YOU WILL DIE.
Dream one:
Two cats at my grandmothers house . . . a black male, and a calico tabby female. Weirdies. Too long ago to remember more.
Dream two:
Bath tubs and cats drinking from the water?
Dream three:
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It’s funny . . . they spend grammar school telling you how hard high school witll be, then they spend high school telling you how hard college will be . . . and they always say that you’ll never get a break, never get special treatment, that you’ll never be able to get out or in to anything . . .
And they lie. Every fucking class is designed in such a manner that you need not have learnt a thing prior to entering the room.
Since when do artists have to be so fucking stupid? Why the hell can’t we all be De Vinci’s? Inventors, thinkers … CREATIVE, INTELLIGENT PEOPLE.
She bitches at me for getting on the internet when Jessica’s waiting for a call . . . and then she spends the next hour and a half talking to someone on the phone . . . while she has a boy over.
Every boy she meets, she exclaims how he’s the love of her life and she wants to get into his pants.
She explained to me that she doesn’t care what other people think, but how people perceive you is important.
How can people be so fucking stupid?
This is a school for “creative people who have a technical edge.” HOW THE FUCK DID THESE PEOPLE GET IN?!
I was herded into a bus, and forced into a seat. I looked around, and saw several others who were forced in as well. I silently gathered my surroundings, viewed the people, and faced forward in my seat. It was a yellow-bus style set up with the seats, and there were a variety of people. In the back, I had seen a young black man, in the middle seats, several white boys aged 13 to 20. I was seated near the front, and behind me, a rather obese man in blue.
The bus went on for a while, and I could tell there was something wrong. Everyone else seemed to be content, as if there were nothing at all wrong with this trip. I remained seated, clutching my bag. I removed what appeared to be a drumstick from my bag, and stuck it in a pocket.
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Hobo of the Day – Mission Statement
During a trip in Baltimore, I made it my goal to help one hobo a day. The term “Hobo” is being used to mean a homeless person, a beggar, or just someone in the need of help for the day. In the three-day trip in Baltimore, three hobos were helped, and none were faceless. Each had some sort of story associated with them.
HotD is meant to share those stories.
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It’s strange not being able to just get up and type right when I have the dream, but here is one from last night.
I was in a death match of sorts, it looked JFGish, mainly because I saw Tank-Lupus in it. There were obvious doors and such around this place, and one of the players mentioned that there’s secret doors around. Rather than look around to kill the other players, I searched for the secret rooms.
After a while I found one, and squeezed inside, only to find games. A billion video games! And a TV, and some consoles. I started to play. Playing games is how you got weapons and bonuses. I started with Sonic 2 to get the speed boosts, but I was interrupted.
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Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.
Chemicals are dangerous, dude.