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...