I feel terrible. I really don’t have anything to write about. I feel like I’m lagging behind the rest of the world. I took a midterm today. It was ok. BLERRGRHEHHH.
Your mother foo. I don’t know. Damn my english class requirement.
I r so sick. I r not well. BLEERRGEHHH *hauuauacckk…POO*
It just flared up over the past 24 hours. I do not think it is swine flu. I just have a runny nose and clogged sinuses. It sure is annoying though. I cannot afford to miss classes in college like I did in high school. I’m actually paying for my tuition with money I don’t have. I took tissues to class and ran out in 20 minutes. I had used about 30 tissues. It’s that bad.
My friend’s dad said he was sick. Naturally, my friend said that his father was just being a baby. I now beg to differ.
I had Pneumonia when I was…12? I think? Anyways, great summer. My sister’s went to a summer camp and I went to see my relatives twice that year. Once with and once without my evil siblings, not sick, and sick, respectively. I acquired a 100 oz. super glow-in-the-dark mug from 7 eleven. I still use it and can get 50 cent refills when I go to the gas station.
My mother is afraid to even look at me. She’s afraid I have swine flu. I agreed to go to the doctor, just in case it is the dreaded swine flu.
My Computer science teacher admitted she was a professional computer nerd, and realized she had set herself up for crude jokes. But what she didn’t realize is that we refused to take up hypocrisy by saying said crude jokes. Lucky for her there are some decent people in that class.
On my was home I bought proper Kleenex, the ones with the lotion, and cough drops, just in case. I think I might be halfway through this box already. It’s ok though. It’s for my comfort. I also freaked out debating whether or not I should put vapo rub on my chest. I don’t like it cause it sticks to my shirt. I’m so congested that I cannot smell it. I think it’s working though, because my nose begins to drain when I breathe in.
I hope we find life on another planet. If we don’t, I will never get the chance to live out my sci-fi fantasies, such as becoming a smuggler for an obese worm or befriending a wookie pilot.
I went to Target today. I bought a neoprene laptop sleeve, microfiber cloths, bulbs for my lava lamp, a candle, earphones, and some canned air. Mind you, I did not buy it myself, I had an “adult” purchase it for legal reasons. Come on, I’m in college, they gave me a student loan, and I still can’t do anything, buy anything, or speak out of turn. (The out of turn thing was an exaggeration.)
Cool stuff, eh? Shut up. It’s my bloody money.
I filled up a balloon with air soft bbs and made a hackysack . . . or an INSTRUMENT OF PAIN upon unsuspecting victims. Great fun.
It’s time for more homework coding Java programs. Wheeee…
I finished my programming homework JUST after I posted last night. It is an amazing feeling finishing something that seems impossible. My only class today starts at 2:30 in the afternoon. I was able to sleep in and take a lengthy shower. Even got in some Guild Wars quests. Today is just great so far.
My programming consisted of using a math method to determine the amount of stars to print to a screen, an a sine wave-like fashion. It was mainly intimidating because you have to fill up places with the “space” key to get that wave-like fashion. AND it takes a user input to determine the size of the wave. It’s beautiful, trust me. I was so satisfied with it that I showed it to my mother. She was in awe of the program, not only because I’m her son, but because it was pretty frickin’ cool.
Oh art class. You torture me with your complex Dreamweaver tutoring ways. We hav to make a two page website in our art class. Not too hard, but I would like to use Microsoft Frontpage 2000, as I am more familiar with it. Oh well.
I am happy for the first time in a while today. And my sore throat is gone.
I promised to update this every day. Too bad. Over Halloween I went to my friend’s house. He played the Sims 3 on my computer. Constantly. I screamed at children behind a scary mask. My throat became sore. Fabulous.
I did not finish my programming. It is now two days late. Yay me. I’m starting to understand it more though.
Biology was as boring as ever.
English was ok. My teacher possesses amazing writing skills. She’s great.
I find myself nervous when talking in front of people. I feel I am able to express myself fluently and more professionally through my writing than in public. I should take a speech class.
I feel special because I know programming things. I’m downloading software and know what things mean and why people use the context they do. Yey…
Cheers.
I’m going to my friend’s house saturday. We want to throw a mannequin off the roof as children acquire the candy. Classic.
I feel like a bad person for getting all my plugs from the same tag. FW590. I’m not doing this for others, or the views. I’m doing this for myself. I hate it when articles are misleading like that one was. But hey, that is the model computer I bought.
Nothing gets done around me. My friends can’t do their homework. I cannot either. I am to code in Java by tomorrow morning. I’ll post how that goes.
I feel great around my computer. I’ve broken it in (customized it just the way I want it) and it STILL works great. Bliss.
No more philosophical ideas from me yet. Maybe later. I’m tired.
No, not really. No puppies here. But there is some more…
Chronicles of a Teenager in College Whose Life is Rather Boring.
At least, that describes today.
Computer science was ok. I learned a few new tricks with java. Nothing terribly new. Just using more and more things together at one time.
Biology was, interesting. I realized that although I was bored out of my mind, listening to this guy lecture for an hour, I enjoyed it. I liked biology in high school, and this class is turning into an enjoyable refreshment for me. My liking of biology is a secret, because my dad teaches it. I do not like showing any kinds of weakness to anyone. Plus my dad is not the best of characters to be around.
Nah. He’s alright, sometimes.
English! Oh how I hate you so, but use you constantly. I had a first draft of an essay due today. Great stuff. It’s about food, specifically my grandma’s cooking. We did peer reviews. All the usual. We also did a freewrite exercise on the topic of what we worry about. I said I was worried abouut my school becoming un-credible in their academic standards, and my grades being worthless. I also said that I was worried about death and the end of the world. My reasons were because they haven’t happened yet, and the uncertainity factor annoys the hell out of me.
I am done with you today journal entry. Farewell until tomorrow, for I shall write in you then.
Puppies!
I almost did not update this today. But I remembered. Yes I did. Today I recieved a Sony Vaio VGN-FW590 from FedEx. It cost a lot of money. But I think that my investment is worth it. The only thing I am anal about right now is the fingerprints all over it after my first half hour of use. Wah.
Short one today. Not really any thoughts. OH. Today in art we are learning how to use Adobe Dreamweaver. Pretty neat. Hopefully it will be easy because of my frontpage experience.
I am now downloading all the programs that I had on my old computer. Oh what fun. It’s gonna be like transferring 100 phone numbers to a new phone. What joy.
Given one’s current circumstances times their previous circumstances, the result would be the same, if one was any random person.
There’s my two cents for the day. Hopefully it says what I mean it to say. Lol.
Today, I showed up to my English class in a timely manner. The room was deserted. Since I am not one to skip class, I sat down. Waited for ten minutes past the time class started. Still, nobody came. I didn’t know what else to do. In a baffled manner, I trudged across campus, got in the car, and went home. This also happened Friday, but I tossed the idea of “Class might be in another location,” aside and went for the more favorable “It’s a furlow day today,” solution. Who knows. Maybe it was. My English teacher is not the best with computers, and I assumed a date she typed was off by one day.
She is getting an email. And this will end one of 2 ways. She decided to cancel class and not tell me, via email or whatever. Or, I was daydreaming and missed something blatantly obvious to everyone in the class but me.
My English teacher is not the best when it comes to computers, but my Computer Science teacher is. She’s teaching us how to program in Java. Guess what the gender ratio is? 24/3 males to females, including my teacher. Thank God our teacher is a nerd too, or us males would have no excuse for being as nerdy as we are.
Our first assignment included calculating a tip for a meal, and displaying how much protein an average adult of x weight should eat. And she suggested that we use a superhero’s weight for exaggerated results. She even gave us links to superhero fan sites with bios on the characters themselves. Now if that isn’t nerdy, then I need to get my definitions straight.
She has referenced the epic space opera Star Wars, particularly Revenge of the Jedi, with the sarlacc pit monster when trying to explain concepts of programming. Most girls I know have no knowledge of Star Wars’ existence, let alone would they mention it in public. I would say that this is my most awkward class because my university is something like 68% women, and there is rarely a dominate male population in a classroom. I mention this because having all these women around is quite intimidating.
I don’t hate women. I respect them. I think that sexism is a terrible thing. I hate it. Being around many women is intimidating to me because I’m not used to being around so many. I grew up going to private school with mostly other guys. This is something that I am still not accustomed to after a whole semester in this university. I think that I am afraid of women.
Not enough to drive me homosexual. Believe me, I am still attracted to them. Extremely attracted. But I’m shy and nervous around them. They’re very clever, as they are usually able to manipulate men in their favor. I remember the line from My Big Fat Greek Wedding where the wife tells the daughter, “The man is the head, but the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head any way she wants.” I adamantly believe that they are taking over the free world. Maybe they already have, but are running it from the sidelines. I honestly don’t know. I’m afraid of their power. But just to clarify, in a non-sexist way.
What else, what else? I did better on my second biology test than the first. I will not say how much, because it’s only by a little. The grade is lame anyways.
Oh dear. Oh dear. It’s taken me an entire hour to write this.
In Conclusion:
I shall continue to type entries into this blog daily. Besides the requirement of writing in a journal daily enacted by my English teacher, this is jolly good fun. It’s a great way to keep track of my thoughts. I would encourage anyone reading this to do the same. Maybe I’m insane and that’s why this appeals to me. Or just young and naive.
My whole life I told myself I hate writing. Silly me.
It’s difficult to think creatively when you annex yourself from the outside world for a whole weekend. I would attempt to say witty things about questionable topics. These questionable topics are flying past my head, pointing and sneering at me. They think I can’t catch them. But I will. You just wait till tomorrow, topics. I’ll get into my mental state of learn’n and you’ll be sorry. I’ll put you in a dog carrier and prod you with a stick. Just like what everyone does to alien creatures when they don’t know that they are.
So how about that Halo 3: ODST? I personally liked it. A lot. The campaign was a very enjoyable experience with its well thought out pacing of levels. Sure, it turned out to be shorter than the other games. But I left satisfied, my addiction quenched with a taste of every Halo game yet. Too bad I didn’t play it within the past two days.
That was a shit plug. How cliche. What else am I supposed to say?
This may have to turn into something such as one hundred Twitter posts jammed together in a nonsensical way. Surely it must be more entertaining.
This movie is shit. What movie you ask? Waterboy. Yes, the movie with Adam Sandler who plays, who else, a mentally impaired waterboy for a football team with no athletic skill. (I have to say mentally impaired, just in case there are sensitive people out there. The word retarded is just as much taboo now as the word nigger is.) Turns out that he is able to inject his anger into his muscles as pure testosterone. He visualizes the player with the ball as a person who verbally abused him in the past, and proceeds to tackle them in high-velocity maneuvers, generally giving concussions and large bruises to people. Hell, it’s a funny movie, but in the end it just provides cheap laughs and a sick feeling for laughing at retarded people a whole hour and a half.
Another movie I watched was Far and Away, a movie about Irish people who decide that going to America to acquire free land is their destiny. Tom cruise, the main character, gets stabbed with a pitchfork in the leg by a farmer’s daughter in the beginning, and proceeds to have a malfunction with his musket, blowing it up and leaving his face charred in ash. After being tended to and having his penis stared at by this farmer’s daughter, he is challenged by the daughter’s betrothed to a duel. In the middle of said duel, the daughter decides she likes Tom Cruise’s penis so much she “rescues” him and together they sail to America. Arriving in Boston, their valuables are stolen and Tom Cruise takes up boxing in a fight club. Turns out, he fights extremely well, makes a bunch of money, and spends it all on hats, none of which are liked much by the farmer’s daughter. The daughter works in a goose processing plant, transforming her from “prissy pussy pants” to “raggedy but-somehow-still-sexy-in-a-weird-way” overnight. In the course of the movie, Tom Cruise and the daughter pose as siblings, using this as an excuse not to have steamy hot sex, but only mental images of wishing they would have steamy hot sex together. Tom Cruise loses to an Italian monster about 2/3 way in the movie. Him and the daughter are banished from Boston and wander about the streets. They break into an estate, scavenge for food, and tease the idea of having steamy hot sex, but the owners come home, and as they run away the daughter is shot. She lives, only because her ex-betrothed came to America in a pussy act of his inability to get another girlfriend. Tom Cruise knock on doors, and, WOAH. It’s betrothed dude who almost killed me in a duel. Tom Cruise leaves the daughter with him, and he plays doctor on her. Tom Cruise, still with hope of his promised free land, gets a job building a railroad to pay for his ride to Oklahoma. What a freeloader. Guess what. Daughter and betrothed man apparated to Oklahoma also. They still have a shot at having sex you say? Nope. they do not. They stake their claim to free land and the betrothed fights Tom Cruise. Tom Cruise falls off his horse, is trampled, and hits his head on a rock and the daughter cries over his dead corpse. BUT THAT’S A TERRIBLE ENDING! Exactly. Tom Cruise pulls a Jesus. Cue end credits. That is literally what happens. Only it didn’t take three days, but a mere 40 sec’s? And she didn’t bury his body.
I did not ask for your opinion about how unreadable that last never-ending paragraph was. I know it’s terrible.
Meh.
