I hate the world. I really can say, without lying, that for all the great things in it, I still HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AND THE HELL WITH IT ALL.

On that note. This blog is now, officially, dead. I may check it again once to see if anyone has posted to it. But I don't expect anyone to.

And I don't expect to either.

I'm sorry...

It's a sad fucking existence. It really is.

I hate room draw. Why do we have to draw a number for a room? Why can't I just stay right here, in my double-sized single? Without a roommate, I emphasize? Alone? By myself? (sigh) Life has its low points.

It's sad, really. I was looking at a friend's website and I thought to myself, gee, it would be nice if I had a website too...

Naw, Chris... What happened is, Lewis Carrol went on an opium trip, and wrote down what he saw... And nobody that's not under the influence can understand it... No wonder Tom can identify with it so well ;)

Well, that there Lewis Carroll poem seems to have scared away most of the driveling masses... And when you take those away, what do you really have left? Two people who really don't use Blogger that often...

This place is livelier than a... um... swamp.

and I thought this should be posted, as it hasn't to this point that I know of.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe

Beware the jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch

He took his vorpal blade in hand
Long time the manxnome foe he sought
So rested he by the tumtum tree
And stood a while in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgy wood
And burbled as it came

One-two, one-two and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack
He left it dead, and with its head
He came galumphing back

And hast thou slain the jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day, calooh callay!
He chortled in his joy

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe

-Lewis Carroll

...dammit. 8-p

That's beside the point...

hey, I paid for this vacation in blood... the first night and morning were spent doing two papers... I earned it, dammit!

I mean I get a four (mebbe five) day weekend somewhere in the vicinity of Easter. That's it.

Coming up next, it's "Organometallics in the Synthesis of Organic Alcohols," brought to you by CHE 202 and Thomas's stupidity. Happy spring break, ever'body! (which fairly drips of sarcasm.)

What do you mean you don't get a spring break?

Bastard. I don't even get a spring break, and I need one soooo badly...

SPRING BREAK!!!! SO CLOSE!!!!

Now I know why you wanna hate me
Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately

boo-yah, next paycheck over $200... and for playing pool, legit. Suck it down, pool sharks...

You never know 'bout them Romans, though... they may have just wanted an excuse to play with themselves during ceremonial occasions...

Tes-ti-fy.
The root word here is testis, the latin term for "testicle." Considered a special part of the male anatomy by the Romans, oaths were often sworn by placing one's hand over his testicles because this was considered the root of life.

(Brought to you by my next-door neighbor's word-that-has-a-hidden-sexual-reference-of-the-day calendar.)

remind me not to work 17 hour weekends, they kill brain cells.

She should have died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

a little sleep goes a long way.

Pool is a good diversion, but not really when you're pissed... because then you miss shots from shooting too hard and that just makes you more pissed. It happens that there were closer to 16, and that is rather small for a tourney here; I admit top 8 has little meaning in this case, but it usually is pretty good, as there are about 10-15 people here who could usually beat me.

classes have far more to do with the student and the teacher than with the material. true, both instructor and pupil should take an active interest in the subject for maximum effect, but hell, you could learn fifth-year calculus if you wanted to learn it and the teacher liked teaching it. when the student doesn't want to learn and the teacher doesn't want to be there, you could be learning simple addition and it wouldn't matter...

On that same note, fixed the tip last night, tried it today... one of the best shooting days I've had since semester started. Damn the tip!!!

Didn't win the pool tournament, but made the Big 8 (top eight players from the open tourney) and only lost $3 to enter... Good times, good times. And bought a nice 26oz pool cue... too bad the damn tip was uneven, and I used it through most of the tourney...

Archives are being kind of funky, doesn't matter anyway...

Fortunately, I wasn't depressed, just introspective; I was thinking of all the crap I've put myself through in the past over women, as compared to what bliss I've found now... and it is all worth it. But thanks for the tip anyway, and though you may be right, I'm just too happy to admit it. 8-D

One thing is for sure: God is one efficient dude. After he created man, he needed more drama, so to torment man and tease him, to embarass man and please him, to give him something to live for and a reason to hate living, to show him love and make him feel its agony, to make him act like a fool and convince him that it was all worth it- he created woman.

Yeah, it's a week early, but that's all you get. Happy Valentines Day.

In other news, all my damn archives seem to not be in the archives. Excellent, excellent...

(To any black readers who Chris and Andy haven't scared away yet, I'm not predjudiced, just tired of stereotypical bitchy black people. I have a great friend who's black, and smart, and in college... and he doesn't bitch about white people, either. Get more like him, and we'll all be fine.)

Odd, that the ones who actually did immigrate from Africa recently love it here and don't bitch about everything... they don't even hate white people!!! What do you know about that?

So, we switch all the niggaz and hoods for the real black people, the ones who can kill a lion with a pointy stick and are all starving, and who would love to live here... and leave the spoiled bitch-asses from stateside in the middle of the wilderness. I'm sure they'd do fine until their 9mm's ran out of ammo...

Tell that to the all the Black Pride people...

Asian pride. Damn straight.

Oh good, it didn't post that last one. Didn't fucking want it anyway.

And don't flatter yourselves into thinking you had anything to do with this mood... whatever happened to having friends that don't kick you in the face, anyway?

Really! I leave for a week and look what happens...
*gives Andy and Chris evil eye*
I do think I remember saying something about you two's behavior, way back when Tom first invited us. Something about how people treat their friends? To me, that's a higher priority than growing up. People can be nice - no, nice would be too much for me to ask, I suppose - civil, then. People can be civil without being mature. It would do you guys well to remember that once in a while.

Andy, I leave you as a lost cause, because I see no point in trying to convince you, but Chris... I know you can be nice. Try.

And what the hell is the problem with you two anyway? Only three claps? Thought I was far more stupid than that...

As it happens, I meant you are single because you act like you're an asshole most of the time... I don't know what happened in the four years since we went to the same school, but you sure weren't an asshole then. Then again, I used to be a nerd who everybody made fun of, and now I've managed to get it down to a manageable few... Anyway, the "grow up" was just a personal request, as I was hoping that moving on to college and preparation for a realistic future meant that everybody would mature in other places besides their crotch. Maybe I was wrong, as it seems all the colleges are even more full of idiots than the high schools that spawned them... And while I do suggest that maybe Anna and I (we'll drop Dave, then) have relationships because we are somewhat more mature and respectful than perhaps what is to be expected, I don't suggest that you're single "because you have to grow up." Your interpretation, not mine. Feel free to try to strike me if you ever see me again. As for lightening up... it was a bad day. And I take plenty of shit even on good days, not to say other people don't. Blogs are for venting. This is my blog. So I used it. 'Nuff said.

And Andy... if you wanted a girlfriend, I would tell you to hold the commentary until you get one, but you don't seem interested in relationships. So say what you will, but know I don't give a shit. :)

And back to the common enemy here: papers suck ass.

And you might note who, out of the five of us (I include Dave) are single, and the apparent reason for this... Grow up, gentlemen.

I think they shoot cause they want it

You know, I think you are all full of shit. You two and everybody else who can't stand the fact that I'm different, and I'm happy being different, and I like being different. And people can't stand that I have my act together when everyone is off making asses of themselves because they can, and think that makes it right to be an ass. And I'm through taking shit from people just because I don't feel the need to respond in kind. I'm tired of the bullshit, and I'm through with all of you, so FUCK OFF.

If you gave a shit, you would be careful how you respond to this. But you don't. So in advance for whatever rude, asinine excuse for an intelligent reponse you are about to add, FUCK YOU.

Ladies and gentlemen... the future of our society!

Maybe for you, Chris... but don't jade the poor unfortunate high-schoolers... if you tell them the truth, they'll just end it all now.

And anyway, it kicks ass at MY college.

PS- Mississippi 8-p

Sorry if I don't pay attention to your petty jealousies, gentlemen... too busy with COLLEGE!!! 8-)

And you only break the sticks and fight if you're drunk... and all the drunks fell down in the frat houses and never made it to the pool hall.

...and the hustlers left, 'cause all us college kids got no money now. (and no, Dragon, they don't work for 14 cents a day either.)

No, bah to you for not actually taking the time and reading to know what you're talking about... And Chris, yeah, pretty much... Like that song in "The Music Man"...

TROUBLE! Trouble? Yes, TROUBLE! Trouble starts with T and that rhymes with P and that starts off POOL!...

Pool hall = Billiards tables, dumbasses... And Tom: Yeah, you're in a good place, don't let them tell you different...

Yep, exactly two days until I will be sitting in my brand new, almost-as-big-as-the-one-I-have-now, full-of-cool-stuff-that-I-don't-have-to-share-with-anybody dorm room. Which happens to be betwen my friends' frat house and the cafeteria/pool hall building... College rocks, damn straight.

as it is Friday morning already... THREE DAYS 'TILL I MOVE OUT!!!

Um... news? What news...?