I don't celebrate. I take my loot and run.

Funny, Tom, very funny. *gag*

Holiday joke. Just go there.

To those who aren't sickened by the idea of another christmas carol - Happy Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hannukah, or whatever.

And for the rest of us, we have a whole 'nother year to NOT have to put up with this schlock...

Now that merits celebration.

In other news, I have 21 days left stuck in purgatory. That's about 22 more than I'd like at this point.

One of my favorite singers has sold her musical soul to the pop culture devil, au Britney Spears. Sad, another one trades her integrity for instant transient fame.

I spose... Though I was only trying to offer the perspective of someone who has most definitely been there...

And don't feel worse about it... Having a relationship, while it does have its benefits, adds a whole new level of responsibilities and stress as well...

In any case, I didn't want to make you feel bad...

Anna, once again... at least you have someone coming home to you, whenever he finally makes it. Not that it should make you feel any better - in fact, I think it makes me feel worse.

See the ground rushing up at your plane at 600 miles an hour, knowing you can't do anything about it, or seeing it rush up at you at probably about 200 miles an hour, knowing you can't do anything about it: To die or to die more rapidly. To explode in a brilliant fireball or to splatter blood and organ chunks over a thirty-foot radius. The failure of technology or the failure of the self. Or just failure.

Life does come with a parachute. But the parachute is full of holes, and the release string is broken. It just gives you this illusion of security until you throw it away, and realize how screwed you are...

Definitely the vice versa, these days... A shame, that life doesn't come with a parachute.

:(

Riiiiiight... sucks to your ass-mar, both of you.

Anyway, Thomas got himself a single thats bigger than some doubles... that's right, no one but me... or maybe me and that girl... ;-D

suck it down, punk bitches!!!

Right... How's this?

Andy, take this two-by-four and go beat yourself. Come back when you realize I got your morse code link. >8-)

Oh, go find a stick and pleasure yourself, Andy. I am not a duck, and if Tom wants to be nice to me (amazing, how someone can do that), why should you complain about it?

Oh, and ASD.

Finals week is almost done... In 72 hours I will be chillin my ass off!!! Vacations ROCK!!!!

What the hell?? If you're going to speak, either speak legibly or I start cussing you traseros out in other languages.

And yes, I said "speak legibly." Screw you all, except Anna.

What is that, morse code?

By the way, Bobby is a rather sarcastic person, in my experience... and Andy was probably not being sexist, just irksome. Or both, most likely...

Get happy, go huh?, get a headache... do it all here

PAPERS SUCK!!!!

Well certainly not you and I, Chris, since (as soon as I move in to mine) we live in dorms, which aren't a heck of a lot better, and when you've got fire alarms and recently, we evacuated a whole floor for an anthrax scare - at 2 in the morning - I'd really say dorms are worse. At least caves don't need renovation...

Oh, and recently it came to my attention that some football players get over $20 million each. A YEAR. To play football. $25 million is the reward for the capture of one of the most hunted, hated, and feared men since Hitler, who is accountable for the murders of over 10,000 people. Shows what we care about.

My god, I didn't realize it was like THAT... it wasn't nearly that bad before they started!!!! Ok, whose heads do I have to crack to get this fixed? Whichever idiot messed up my school, ah pity the foo'!!!

Not to mention the planned renovation of Hodson Hall, which houses the cafeteria/student center (pool room), and in which I spend more time than any other building on campus...

At least they haven't got a breezeway to put us in... and Anna and Chris, sorry you have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, but trust me - lunch sucked in more ways than we had previously thought possible.

Down with Breezecafelobbatoriums!!!

Yeah, until SMHS gets renovated in 2003 (according to Chris), during which time it will most likely suck more than imaginably possible... Renovation!!!! YEAH!!!!

and you want rampant incompetence, check the guidance at SMHS... Mr. Spiker, ugh. Man got the same schedule wrong four times.

Too bad supporting your point meant saying your high school sucks... :p

Thank you for supporting my point, Tom...

Oh, and gentlemen... I went to both SMHS and QACHS; sorry to disappoint you, Andy, but QA doesn't suck quite as bad. Usually. I suppose the renovations are a special condition, but even so, its close. COLLEGE RULES!!!

Ok, that deserves a bit more celebration than my three-week total :) Congrats, may you thoroughly enjoy your newfound riches.

Congrats... I know the feeling... I only got my check for everything since june, two weeks ago...

ahh, the bliss of being paid...

I agree with Chris. Though I have heard that from more than one person. And it is true for a few rather vapid women I know...

Well, because movie starlets are shallow, and for them, looks is prolly higher on the priorities list than "quiet and mysterious"... Though I don't think you qualify as quiet.

In response to that, Tom, I'd have to say that you don't need to get the typical "ass" response, you already had an ass saying that in the first place.

As for what I want in a guy... Well, I've got sensitive, kind, sincere, and honest... The fifth really matters little to me. And I am of the opinion that I really do know what I want.

And have you seen Memento? It's pretty good, but you have to actually pay attention, or it won't make the little bit of sense it does usually.

Alright, so there's this online "advice" column suggesting that women don't really know what they want in a guy, and that what they say they want is really the opposite; now, some people don't know what they want in anything (me included), but to say that about women in general is just wrong. To prove this, what do y'all think women want in a guy? (or, Anna, what do you want in a guy?)

Got it?

Here's what this guy says. He thinks that women say they want a guy who's sensitive, kind, sincere, honest... and good-looking doesn't hurt either. When in fact, the only thing of those five they really want is the good-looking; because, if a guy tells her everything, then she stops "pursuing" him, and loses interest. So they really want one of those silent/mysterious types that they have to go after...

Anyway, I can't say I agree with the guy. Hoping to get some intelligent feedback on this one, as opposed to crude graphics of asses.

Happy Turkey Day, people!

...and now it's 3 weeks pay, and counting.

ok, interesting, how's this... I come home from work at 1:30 the other day, and about as soon as I get in the back door, the front door rings. It's my boss. She then proceeds to go into this five-minute spiel about all the things I did't do or shouldn't have done when leaving so early... I forgot to close the side gate, I forgot to put the trash out, I just left without saying anything, blah blah blah... as it happens, I should have put the trash out. That's true. But, there was a customer there, and she came IN the side gate, so no point locking her in... and I said about five times that I was leaving. And we were supposed to leave at 1. And, as it happens, she gave me all of a half days' notice that I was even working that day - she told me the previous day, half an hour after we were supposed to close. So, as I wasn't even supposed to be there, I had no problem leaving. And... she's two weeks behind in my pay. So I don't think she really gets off COMING TO MY HOUSE and bitching at me. Anyway, she's going out of business in a month and a half, so I'm not the one that's screwed anyway. Screw this all.

You see, I would have plenty intelligent to say if I had time to come up with intelligent things, or if I could RESPOND to something intelligent people have to say... (note the two of you to whom I speak.) Anyway, I have a vacation in two days... we'll see what I come up with then.

You know, Tom, it was kind of you to invite me to your blog. But I think I'm either going to remove myself, or refrain from contributing at all, unless you have something interesting to say...

The beatings will continue until morale improves.

Oh, so wonderful. So mature. Why I even bother, I don't know.

Maybe I don't know him, but I give people the benefit of the doubt until they prove themselves unworthy of it. I even did that for Andy. And so far, he's not proved himself an ass, so let me make my own judgements of people, thank you!

No, the reason girls allow guys like Tom to hang out with them is because guys like him aren't assholes who insist on filling their conversations with gratuitous profanities and violence... Like certain people I could mention...

And when I get another $20000-a-year scholarship, this time because I'm ethnic, then you can suck it up... 8-p

Anna, thanks for caring :) You're a perfect example of why I hang out with girls a lot more than asses - oh, I mean, guys...
(Dave excepted, naturally.)

Oh damn, no rice, now I'll have to live off my stash of cheez-its and soda, too bad... *munch munch*

You could just invite the ones who won't blatantly flog you... though Dave prolly wouldn't accept the invitation...

Ok, so I'm asking for it, but I can't just invite one or two of you, that wouldn't be right. And I trust you've got all your bickering done with, so I'm safe for now. As for flogging, like I said, I'm used to it, but dammit, if you get it wrong one more time Andy, I'll club you to death with that gun: it's rice, fool, RICE AND KETCHUP!!!!!

Hey Tom, what was that about "at least they can't flog you on your own blog"? You asked for it, man... I don't condone it, but you made your choice, and I can't defend you...

In any case, thanks for inviting me...

No more work on Sundays... cutting my income in half (so Andy, where's that 20 cents a day, huh?) and giving me another five to six daylight hours. Meaning, I get an extra half hour of work done, and an extra four and a half of nothing done; right.

aight, y'all are welcome... or something - right.

Um... thinking logically - thinking logically - thinking - trying to think - duhhhhhhh

oooookaaaaay, ladies and gents, it's time once again for... Wasting Weekends!! with our host, Thomas Stromberg! Watch him manage to, without the aid of video games, alcohol, or excessive sleep, go an entire weekend without having one meaningful thought! Marvel at his inability to bring himself to do anything important, and then lash himself for it the week after! Don't miss it, but if you do, don't worry - as long as he's here, it's bound to happen again and again and again...

...can't we all just get along?

Um... Anna, I can't access your blog, and I can't edit it... so I'll put it on here.

I'm so used to the blatant flogging that I almost expect it... though more from Andy than Chris. Ehh, people can change over four years, what the hell. Anyway, it was most honourable of you to stick up for me; and best of all, Chris and Andy can't flog me on my own blog :P So thanks, but I can take 'em... sort of...

woo, vacation soon... and I only have about three papers, a couple of tests, and a lab report or two in the meantime! joy!!

damn, managed to waste, not part of, but a WHOLE day... again... when I actually needed to do WORK today... ARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!

And by the way, Anna, I emailed you off of your blog...

Work, work, and more work... and when you don't think there's work, it's really just waiting to sneak up and stab you... is that it? Is that life? Being unable to enjoy what "free" time you have, knowing there's something you should be doing but you forgot what? Worrying that you won't get this thing done in time to do the next, in time to do the next...? If that's all it is, then I've been waiting most of 17 years for nothing...

Heeeeeyyyyy.... You know what? hehe... Nyquil... it's... it's good stuff... heh... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Well, more stuff's done, and more stuff needs to be done... but at least they're giving me a weekend over which not to do my work; I wonder how hard it is to fake a mental breakdown...

sigh...

oh, and I have to wonder whether women exist mainly for the sake of tormenting men, other women, and various furry animals, or if it's just the 99% of women like that who make the other 1% look bad;

Note: apologies to girls, women, etc... it just all looks bad when you're stuck at the bottom of the heap... (sigh)

damn, I need to do something... all I do is work, college, papers, play pool, eat too much, and sleep too little... and so what if everybody else does that too... so we all should get a life, what's your point?

Thomas whups ass on two tests... again... (applause) College rocks, damn straight.

Damn Netscape, damn it all!!! I download it for ONE SIMPLE PAGE that IE5 won't access, and it tries to take over my internet... and it almost succeeds... Die, vile succubus, DIE!!!

Ever get that calm-before-the-storm feeling? like, what is it that I'm forgetting that's really gonna screw me over? Well, I've been having that... and, timely enough with this front we're experiencing, it feels like it's all about to go down in flames...

if anyone knows where to get a picture or Einstein sticking his tongue out, AIM me about it...

Yo Mamma, Osama...

ha!!! hahahahaha!!!!!! GREEN TEXT!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

commendation, an eight-day paid vacation in the Bahamas, a corvette... anything will do

finished my damn paper yesterday... five minutes before due-time... I think the only person who managed to dash out a thousand word piece of crap in under five hours deserves commendation... (pats self on the back)

Ok, I'm done being happy...

And anyway, it actually would have been a retort if you'd said it in latin...

Egads, someone reads my crap!!! Wahoo!!!!

I'm even happy enough to try to argue with Dave!!!! YEEEAAAAHHH!!!!

Now, if I could only say that in green...

By the time this is over, I swear the whole damn thig will be green except the frickin' LETTERS...

Oh damn, it didn't work... I WANT GREEN LETTERS!!!! ARRRRRGH!!!!

Of course, since it seems that Dave and "Christ" are paying no attention to my idiotic little brainchild (what an oxy moron, that...), I feel no danger in making commentary on their own...

As it happens, I am not officiated into that whole "three kings of sarcasm" thing, but I'll give it my bit anyway;

good ol' Chris has made his spanish Inquisition into drivel, for now (or should I attribute that to outside interference?), warranting a hearty three claps...

and Dave only attains the lukewarm level of 1 clap, for his repeated use of Latin; it's a dead language for a reason, folks.

That said, I get five claps for commenting on their blogs when mine is so infantile and yet, even more stupid...

ehhhh, that's enough content for a day... ciao

hmmm, what to write... hey, what not to write? oh, aha, good one...

to all you normal people out there whose parents can't figure out what the hell is going on with their f---ed up kid -

My parents actually think I'm crazy.

That is to say, they have me in psychiatric help. My cheap-ass parents who won't even contribute cash to their poor kid's college fund, are just gonna toss their hard-earned (cough, cough...) money away in a fuitile attempt to get in the head of probably the last person in the world they could begin to understand... second, perhaps, only to the man-of-the-hour-who's-soon-to-be-dead-unless-our-army-sucks, the one and only... Osama!!! (his name is kind of funny - don't just laugh, try it... o-sama... maybe he got tired of people making fun of it, and that's why he wants us all dead...) See, that's probably the sort of stuff that makes 'em think I'm crazy. Am I crazy? Most of the crazy guys are the ones who deny it, so I'm really stuck either way... Hell, we're all crazy as far as I can see, so I get off on account of that... bottom line being, they'll never comprehend, because deep down, they don't WANT to, so they're better off saving their money, or better yet, giving it to me... then they can get some insight as to my spending habits...

speaking of conspiracies, I've got an A- on everything I've done so far in college... I bet my daily quizzes even average out to that... though I'm not complaining, it IS rather eerie... or maybe I just need more coffee...

mmmm, caffiene...

damn, paint almost makes me want to get paranoid over aliens and government conspiracies and stuff... if only it were green

lovely new paint, I hope

More to come eventually, folks... assuming, of course, that there actually ARE folks... (sigh)

Soon to be the site of all my numerous woes!!!! Joy!!!

(...run while you can)

Oh crap, Thomas got a website, all hell is breaking loose... again...