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Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Ownership of extravagant delicacies does not define a person’s beauty; on the contrary, a person’s ability to be happy and strive with whatever he or she has defines beauty.
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If you want to scare the hell out of someone, send this link to them....
http://pharcide.com/prodigytech/hello.html
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I'm don't usually stereotype because I've been a victim of stereotyping all my life. However, this has got to be said: all the girls on the College of Charleston's [lady cougar] basketball team look like dikes. Is that derogatory? I mean that in a respectful way. Well, they don't look like "dikes" but you know what I mean. They're butch. Their musles are bulged out. Everything on their body's is big. The butch bitches bounced basketball with their big bulging bodies. Not only did the basketball bounce, their big [semi]beautiful bubble breast bounced to the beat of the bouncing basketball; I find big beautiful bombastic bubble breast that bounce breathtaking.
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Sorry about my fucking webcam. Again, my college as put a block on FTP. Until enough people protest, I can't do anything about it. Maybe I should disable the link.
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There's a smell somewhere around my bed. I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. It smells like rotten fruit or something. I don't really eat anything around my bed. What could it be? Do I finally need to change my bed sheets? I've been sleeping in the same sheets for about a month and a half now. Maybe it's time to change 'em. On a related issue, I had one of the best 'short' dreams this morning. You know when you wake up and it's 30 minutes before the time you're suppose to wake up? When you're thinking, "Dammit! When I finally fall back asleep it's going to be time to wake up again!!! I had one of those experiences. But! The dream I had made up for it. I dreamed there were a new type of oreos. The ..uh, cookie sides had chocolate inside and the filling was actually whip creme! The school was handing out free samples, so of course I got about 10 of those bitches. I had the sensation of actually tasting it. It was the best thing I have unofficially tasted in my life! Man!!! It was a good 'short' dream. And of course, the worse thing about a 'short' dream is when the alarm clock goes off. "Dammit....dammit... - breathe - ..DAMMIT!!!!" THat's the kind of emotions I was going through. You know what I did? I went back to sleep. I skipped my first class. I was so upset. I wanted to punish my alarm clock by going back to sleep. I think it learned its lesson.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2002

I'm curious as to how different the world would be if no one put deodorant on. Seriously. Of course if would stink, but if smelliness is all we know...would it be smelly? I bet it would be totally reciprocal; instead of the bad smelling odors smelling bad, the good smelling odors would smell bad. Just think if that was the case! To be beautiful, you would not only have to look good, but you would have to smell bad. People would encourage farting.
"Susan, where you going?"
"To a party.
"Okay hun. I bought some onions at the grocery store."
"What are you trying to say? My breath smells good?"
"Oh yes...it's intoxicating. Make sure you take a bunch. I don't want my little girl smelling all good. Don't embarrass the family name!!!"
"Yes mother."
Let's think a little more about this. Think about chewing gum; think of what flavors they would have. Instead of grape/strawberry/etc (you know, the stuff that smells good), they'd have garlic/chitlin/onion flavored chewing gum. There would be shit-flavored tic tacs for God sakes! Everything would be brown/black/rusty colored. When someone had to use the bathroom, that person would tell everybody and everyone would crowd outside the door just to get a wif of those awful smells! When the person was done crapping, he wouldn't flush ...oh no. He would let it marinade and manifest into this awful hellish smell. LOL, the bathroom would turn into the living room. Let's get back to the fart thing. Instead of shaking hands, people would fart on each other. That would be regarded as highly respectful. Ewwwwww, and the old people. Most old people....stink. Old people would be so sacred in that society. You know how it's almost required to say "yes/no mam/sir" to elders? We would instead be force to fart in their faces. The more potent the smell is, the more respect you're showing, lol. Pizza to us would be Baked beans to them. ("Baked beans Hut") Don't even get me started on sex...well, it's too late..... SEX would be so so so dirty. Everyone already stinks, think of how stinky a person would be after getting all sweaty? Forget about the "girl's pussy smells like fish" thing. When a girl walks near you after she's had sex (or whatever makes girls smell like fish), it would smell like your all of a sudden 20,000 leagues under the sea. It would smell like Shamu just took a shit on top of your head! Flipper would be so jealous of that girl. However...since it's a world where bad smells smell good, people would love that smell to death. It would turn on all guys. All girls would turn into complete sluts just to obtain that level of smellines. Who needs a douche bag when you smell like a God! (If I could FTP, I would have a picture of a douche bag inserted here.) Anyway...just think about it. Please, if you have anymore ideas...talk to me about them. This is an interesting concept.

Check out the ShamuCam if you haven't already. It's really cool. It's streaming jpeg, so it's better if you have a high speed connection. It's very cool to see a killer whale swimming around and around (and around) in a fish tank live.
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Monday, October 28, 2002

Listening up...anyone who is in band and would like to chat about what we band folk talk, there's going to be a meeting on my friends website. He made a chatroom just for us band dorks. If you're not in band, that's okay too. Just be warned that band people really have interesting conversations ...so I guess it'd be "edutaining." It's going to be every Friday, starting at 11:00PM. I'll be in the chat for a while. If you know me and you're in band, please feel free to join in. The url is: http://saxaious.tripod.com/index.htm ...The guy's name is Monterrio, and he's my cousin unfortunately (just kidding). Fri. at 11:00PM!!!

Instructions. Click on the explosion A-Bomb shit in the right frame. Then, click on "The Wire" in the left frame. It's a little confusion, but it's an authentic replica of the way this guy thinks.
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I am so furious that I can FTP. I want this site to become more than just a simple blog. I want it to be entertaining. I can't do that unless I can FTP! That stupid digital millenium act can kiss my ass!
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Update. TBoneFever does not mean "steak fever" or "thick bone fever." IT MEANS "TROMBONE FEVER!!!!!" Get it right or prepare to fight.
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There are some serious hoes lurking around campus. I overheard this one girl talk about how her roommate tells her that she has slept with 7 different guys. Well not necessarily had sex, but blowjobs were definitely involved. 7 different guys! That's amazing. That girl is a slut. That girl said it was something she needed; but how is giving a blowjob getting her off? But get this: she even writes down their names when they are done with her. She's keeping a list! Doesn't this sound like something out of a movie? I'm not complaining though. I want to know how I can meet her.
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Sunday, October 27, 2002

I found one of the best previews of Metroid Prime. I have never been craving a game more than Metroid Prime. In my opinion, this is the most anticipated gamecube game to date. THIS IS GOING TO BE A MUST-HAVE TITLE. I have been waiting on the gamecube library to grow with these 1st party and 2nd party games because in my heart I know they would kick PS2s and XBoxs ass without a sweat. My fellow gamecubers, this is the reason why you chose Nintendo's gamecube over Sony's PS2. This is the game we have all been waiting for. Are you excited yet? Do you have a hardon yet? Read the preview here: http://www.planetgamecube.com/previews.cfm?action=profile&id=4

And if that wasn't enough, check out the commercial/trailer that Nintendo has graciously put on their site: http://www.nintendo.com/games/gamepage/av.jsp?gameId=593
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Saturday, October 26, 2002

I'm a sad story when it comes to Resident Evil (for GC). I've been playing as Chris for about 3 months, and I haven't even completed enough to get to disc 2. What the hell!!! I've gotta beat this game before I get Resident Evil 0...I have to. I've going to start over and play as Julie (? I forgot her name...I've been playing Star Fox). Maybe i can progress with her better tahn Chris since she has more slots to put things in (go figure). I'll start tonight after Adult Swim on cartoon network because at night with the lights out is the best freaking time to play. Even though I haven't finished playing the game, it's one of my favorites. There has not been a game to scare me or freak me out as bad as this game has. There have been countless "scream outloud" moments, and I'm not ashamed to say it. Literally, before I open a door (in the game) I just stand there for about 15 minutes just to mentality prepare for the scare. It's a great game b/c it's always fun to be scared for the sole reason of entertainment. If you've got a gamecube, get it now. As for Enternal Darkness, it's not scary but it's long as fuck. I hate the ability to save anywhere anytime because if I accidently save it at a time where I got crappy stats, it's almost impossible to resume and get anywhere; it's suicidal gameplay. Sooo...it'll probably be next year sometime when I start a new game for it. But! It's great also. My problems I have had with this game were strictly my fault...it wasn't the game's.
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Friday, October 25, 2002

Finally, I have the night alone...no roommate. You'd think I would take advantage of the situation and stay up all night just because I can. Wrong! It's only 11PM and I'm already sleepy. I think I'm heading to bed. Of course I'm not going to any parties...I just don't like 'em. I've had some fucked up experiences in the past. So goodnight.
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Boners rule!!!!!!
For those of you that don't understand band talk, that means "trombones rules."

Good job people on some funny guestbook entries. Keep 'em coming. I especially appreciate shoutouts to people other than me. That's great! (sarcasm) I'd like to give a shoutout to one of my botches, Bowlby; that high mother fucker David M.; a fellow boner player Travis; and finally the one...the only, funny as shit Alex. Yes, I changed your name to "funny as shit Alex." If I know you but I didn't give a shoutout, it's because you haven't signed the guestbook yet. Get to it!! To all the other peeps who sign(ed/s) it, uh...thanks!

If you guys want me to open up a message board section so you can post whatever the fuck you want to post, let me know at TBoneFever@mac.com ...laterz
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I'm addicted to Mellow Yellow. Everytime I leave, I get a mellow yellow. Everytime I enter my dorm, I get a mellow yellow. I crave the taste of mellow yellow. When a sip of the stuff touches my tongue, everything's okay. I guess my relationship to mellow yellow is equivalent to a smokers addiction to cigarettes. Cigarettes has nicotine, but what drug is in mellow yellow? Grap a mellow yellow and look at the ingredient label, this is what it says:
carbonated water; high fructose corn syrup AND/OR sucrose; concentrate orange juice; citric acid, natural flavors!; sodium benzoate, erythorbic acid and edta TO PROTECT TASTE ; potassium citrate; caffeine; yellow 5; carob bean gum
So I wonder why they felt like they should write "TO PROTECT TASTE" on the label? There's clearly something in the above bolded ingredients that they felt should be justified why they included it. It's like me buying a gun, and saying "I'm buying to protect myself." I don't know, there's something up with mellow yellow. There's a reason why it's so "smooth." We've definetly got a conspiracy on our hands. I suggest you protest by buying lots of mellow yellow.
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Trying to understand Music Theory is tough. I made a D on a quiz thing we had last week. It's okay though. Our teacher recommends that we screw up a bunch because that'll be the only way we'll learn. I've screwed up on several test, and managed to get a B+ for the course, so he's pretty lenient. Just getting the idea of chord progressions and "what music means" has got to be one of the most difficult things I'm doing. If you think about it, I'm learning 4 foreign languages in college: Japanese, Computer Science (with Java), the language of Music in general from that guy (click on link), and Jazz. It'll take a lifetime to master anyone of those languages, and I'm studying all 4 at the same damn time. As an Asian prostitute would say: "It's a lot to swallow."
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Thursday, October 24, 2002

Okay...Check this out. It's funny stuff. It's involves a lot of reading though. If you've got the time, this is the place to snoop around. Okay, some of it is funny....but other stuff is very serious. Hey! It's entertainment.
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Do you see that! Look at Christina there? Isn't that a nice-looking...guitar? Man! Christina is not Brittany Spears, that's for sure. I'm glad she did this cover because it benefits so many people...and in particular me. Looking at that picture makes me want to buy her CD just to her CD album photos.
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Well...I had a concert today. It was at 12:15PM. I was so fucking nervous. Our group was the last group to go on. It was a jazz concert...not that "elevator music" jazz, but the kind of jazz where musicians actually put their soul into the music, and are featured in an improv solo. Yes, I had to do one of these solos. Since our group went on last, I got to hear all the other groups perform. They were all good; I was more impressed with all the drumset players. Have you ever tried to play on a drumset? It's so damn confusion. The music that everyone played (including my group) has so many rhythm changes! There is no was in hell I could do that. And there's so much pressure to keep the beat. If the drummer fucks up, the rest of the band is garaunteed to be fucked up. Anyway, hearing all those groups really got me nervous (well, more nervous). When my group got on stage, our director was joking around with us. That was a good move on his part because that really loosened me up, and got me in the mood. When this particular song we played starts off, it's just the Bass, the piano, and me playing; I croaked. I started playing, and my lips stopped buzzing! Those fuckers always do that! (I cussed out my lips later) So...as the song progressed, I loosened up even more. I started feeling the song. When I start feeling the song, that's when I really get going. I nailed everything! I nailed every single note and rhythm....until we got to my solo. Well, it was going good starting off. My improv solo (that I had made prior to the performance) is easy at the beginning, but gradually gets harder. I messed up on a couple of pitches. Yes, only a couple, but I'm a perfectionist. I had nothing but hatred for my performance. The funny thing is that when I was playing, everyone was hollering for me (in a good way) and clapping and nodding their heads. The audience didn't privide that level of feedback for the other soloist. Believe me, I'm telling the truth. It was probably sympathy shouts. So it was great. After our performance, several people told me that I kicked ass. I didn't feel like I kicked ass...I maybe thumped it a little. But hey, I didn't mine the compliments. Anyway, that's my day so far. It's been fun. My lips are so exhausted (I don't mind if you take that the wrong way...you have my permission to be perverted).
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Wednesday, October 23, 2002

I didn't even stay at that sex talk thing. The thing started at 8PM right. I got there at 7:58PM, and all the damn pizza was gone! There were all these people who don't even stay at this dorm just coming on in there (invading in mine and all the resident's territory), and they took all the damn pizza. On guy even took half a pizza up to his room. It was totally unfair. How can I stay down there when everyone around me are eating pizzas. The smell was intoxicating...I say intoxicating because with ever sniff of that pizza-goodness, my stomach took a bite out of itself. There's just something a pizza that makes you hungry even if your full. Anyway, I could have stayed to get free condoms...but I'm not going to use a condom anytime soon. I like it raw. Okay, I'm just playing...getting pootay isn't on the agenda at the moment. There's so much to look at here; I know my fantasies are leaving me with a better aftertaste than the real thing would do. I have sad sad luck [really just low self-confidence]. While diamonds are a girl's best friend, fantasies are a guy's. Am I right? Of course I am. Everything I say on this site is right (because I say so).
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There's going to be a talk about sex at 8PM tonight. I don't know what the hell they're going to talk about. All I'm going for is the pizza. We're getting free pizza and condoms. It should be interesting. I'll try to take mental notes to post on here.
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Since I'm a black male: I'm suppose to be labeled as an African-American. I'm suppose to wear big baggy pants and large button up shirts all from black designers (aka FUBU). I'm suppose to only like rap/hiphop music. I'm suppose to sound ghetto or talk black. I'm suppose to be loud and highly social. I'm suppose to wear clean looking shoes, and I should get in a murderous rage if someone steps on them. I'm suppose to walk like I have a limp, while I'm constantly grabbing on my crotch. I've gotta refer to other African Americans as "niggas". I'm suppose to buy expensive ass watches, and wear gold chains(?) around my neck (a gold tooth is optional). I'm should call all girls bitches, and strive to get a suv that rides on 20s. I've got to be an ignorant bastard in public places. "This is my world. I am the shit. I don't care about anybody, unless they have some pussy too give me."

Since I'm a guy: I'm suppose to like sports. I'm suppose to know how to fix everything. "Who needs a plumber when you got me around to fix the toilet." Football is suppose to be my religion. I'm suppose to be emotionless. I've gotta be muscular or the chicks won't dig me. AGain, I've grab my dick a couple of times in public just to prove to the world that I have one. I've gotta know where I can find the cheapest gas prices, and best bargains on just about anything. I'm not allowed to watch a television shows who are focused around female issues...shit(!) I'm not suppose to watch anything except ESPN. I'm not suppose to pay money to get my car washed, I'm suppose to do it myself. There's only a handful of colors that I am allowed to wear. I'm not suppose to smile excessively, b/c if I do that means I'm "sweet". Since I'm a guy, my #1 priority is to not look gay. That's what a guy's goal in life is. I'm not suppose to be skinny. That means I'm unhealthy and partially suicidal. Again, muscles are a necessity.

Example manly conversation about football.


"Did you see the game?"
"Yeah, I saw the game.
"Whatcha think man?"
"[insert team] is going all the way. Their defensive line is unstoppable. Did you see [insert player] make that play? That shit was incredible!"
"Yeah, I saw [insert player] do that dash thing. I couldn't believe it. I hate that team man. I swear I saw someone on offense have a false start! What were the refs smoking?
"Aww shutup man! You're just pissed off because [insert player] isn't on your team.

Isn't that the most shallowest thing to talk about.

I don't follow none of the above criteria for being a black male, or a guy. Read over the above again, and you'll find that I'm the complete opposite of all of that crap. Total opposite. It's somewhat disturbing. That why I have anxieties about my self-image. It's not at all what our society tells it (my self-image) to be. Someone time in my life, I just rebelled against all of that shit. I decided that conforming based on stereotypes kills individuality.
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Tuesday, October 22, 2002

How the hell can birds fuck when it's that cold outside? I'm seeing all these birds chasing each other in sweet ecstasy out there, and it's freezing! It just isn't fair.
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Man! I can sit in front of my computer all day. It's fun, but I need to stop doing it. Today, it's cold as fuck outside! I love sitting in front of my computer to death. However, I feel so uncomfortable with the invisible wall me and my roommate have. (Whoops, I'm talking about my roommate again.) I'm the kind of guy that can socialize with anybody. It just kind of happens; it's automatic. I just flap my mouth and hope something intelligent comes out. So...whenever I'm with another human being, there's usually a mutual exchange of converse. Talk, talk, talk. It's not happening in here. This is a first. It's going to change. I need to get food now, I'll (fuckity fuck fuck...sorry) "type" to you later.
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Okay. I want to recommend this site: Captain Bastard's DeadJourna. It a site like mine, and the guy as the same mentality. I was reading his post, and some of that shit was offensive to me. I don't really give a shit, because he's "preaching" the same crap I believe in. Go there...add it to your bookmarks...go screw yourselves...do whatever. I don't care. Just wanted to point out something on the internet that's entertaining, other than porn.

(http://www.deadjournal.com/~captainbastard)
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There's a few additions I made to the site. Unfortunately, until my internet provider turns FTP back on, I can't upgrade. This is pissing me off. When I'm mad, I go psycho.
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From Xzibit's new album, Man VS. MACHINE:

without my dick all up in her ass, so quick, so fast
I see her twin towers and I'm ready to crash

Wow, that is so politically incorrect. I respect artist that aren't afraid to say what a majority of people would think is fucked up. Eminem/D12, Xzibit, and NERD are artists that pushes what freedom of speech really means. In a lot of ways, this site is my way to contribute to this pro-"say whatever the hell you want to say" movement. I've said lots of politically incorrect and offensive things on the site. It's only gonna get worse. In my 18 years of pissing people off, I've learned that it's a good idea to piss people off in minimal doses.
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So you'd think the what's suppose to happen is it's cool in the morning, and gradually warms up ...right? Today, the seemingly impossible happened. It was warm as fuck outside! I had on shorts and a t-shirt...I was in ecstasy. I went to my English class around 9:15AM. When it was over (10:50AM), and it was actually cold as hell! The weather isn't suppose to do that! Isn't that breaking some common sense laws of nature or something? So instead of it being cool in the morning and gradually warming up, it was warm in the morning and abruptly got cold. Waaa, so desu ne (wow, so it is/did).
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Monday, October 21, 2002

I found these Homer quotes. I hope they're as amusing to you as they were to me:

Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again?
What about bacon?
Lisa: No.
Homer: Ham?
Lisa: No!
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal!
Homer: Heh heh heh... ooh... yeah... right, Lisa.
A wonderful... magical animal.

Operator! Give me the number for 911!

When I first heard that Marge was joining the police academy, I thought it would be fun and zany, like that movie -- Spaceballs. But instead it was dark and disturbing. Like that movie -- Police Academy.

Marge: Homer, did you call the audience "Chicken"?
Homer: No! I swear on this bible!
Marge: That's not a bible. That's a book of carpet samples.
Homer: Mmmm... fuzzy.

Homer (looking up at the living room ceiling): "God, why do you mock me?"
Marge : "That's not God, that's a waffle that Bart threw on the ceiling."
Homer (eats waffle): "Mmmm...Sacrelicious!"

Homer wrecks his car and has to explain it to the insurance guy:
Insurance Guy : "O.K, now before I give you the check, I have just one more question. That place Moe's you were coming back from, that is a buisness of some sort..."
Homer Brain : "Don't say you were at a bar. BUT what else is open at night?"
Homer : "I was at a pornography store, I was buying pornography."
Homer Brain : "Hehe, I would a never thought of that."

"AHHH. Donuts. . . What can't they do?"

What's the point of going out? We're just going to wind up back here anyway.

Homer (to brain): "Uh, oh. It's time you told Marge your secret."
Homer : "Marge, I ate those fancy soaps you bought for the bathroom."
Marge : "Oh, my gosh!"
Brain : "No, the other secret."
Homer : "Marge, I never passed high school."
Marge : "That still doesn't explain why you ate my soap. Wait, maybe it does."
Homer goes on to explain that he never passed Science 101.
Marge : "But, Homer! You're a Nuclear Technician."
Homer : "Marge! Icksnay on the Uclearnay EchnicianTay."
Marge : "What did you say?"
Homer : "I don't know. I flunked Latin, too."

Homer : (to postal employee) Hello, my name's Mr. Burns. I believe you have a package for me.
Postal Employee : Ok Mr. Burns, what's your first name ?
Homer: "I don't know..."
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I can't use my webcam until my so called "high-speed" internet allows FTP access again. It just went out this weekend. So it's not that I don't want you people to look at me, I just can't get it working until those fuckers turn FTP back on!
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I can't wait until pep band practice. I swear...if I didn't play with my boner in a group like this at least once a week, you better not piss me off.
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I'm trying to beat the last boss in Star Fox...I may just be a puss, but it's pretty damn hard. I'm really proud of myself though. This is the first time I got through a game of such magnitude without using a strategy guide. I used one with Zelda64 and Zelda: Majora's Mask. I have to say that this game was very linear compared to those mammoth beast. The worlds of Zelda seemed a lot bigger; however, Star Fox is the most beautiful game I have seen on any system. I don't know about Resident Evil. Resident Evil cheated because they used 2 disc.
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I just got out of my Intro to Java programming class. My teacher said some perverted things; she said '69' four times. The sort of crude humor is expected from a male. Coming from a female persuasion is fascinating. Honestly, she chose a random character off the back of a chalkboard eraser, and its ASCII value happened to be '69'...go figure. Someone add to keep count. Yep! I mentally laughed my ass off. I'm currently sitting in my room while my roommate is laying in the bed; the lights are dimmed...you know what that means(?). Wrong answer!! It means he's still sleeping and I'm trying to be as quiet as Tina Turner after Ike beat her. I don't have any homework to do b/c I did it yesterday! This is a first for me. A healthy start to finally having a flawless time management system. It's taking me 2.5 months to get it perfected. I feel on top of the world; well at least my academic world. "...and suddenly the weight on my shoulder blades have been shifted, it's like the greatest gift you can get, the weight as been lifted." -Eminem
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Sunday, October 20, 2002

I'm so addicted to blogging. I don't even know why. I have these urges to write what I'm thinking and what happens to me. Anyway...now that I got that out of my system... My back is burning! It feels like hundreds of needles are being stabbed into my flesh. It started last night when I was sleeping. I check to see if there were little bugs biting the hell out of me, and nothing was there. What the hell could it be? I'm started to get worried (yeah, I'm just now getting worried)...I'm thinking about seeing a doctor.
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I'm so pissed off at the high speed internet access College of Charlestong gives me. I can't download shit. I don't download mp3's!!! I buy CD's...I do it legally. It's insulting for them to think all students are downloading mp3's illegally. I support musicians, and I'm sure a majority of students do as well. I don't use P2P file sharing programs for MP3's anyway, I use it to download cheap-looking porn and backup the data on my computer!! I sent them this email just now:

I am aware of a block you have on P2P file sharing programs. I think this is outrages. I need those programs in order to valuable resources; foreign music unaccessible to Americans and also techno remixes, useful help documents that can't be found else where. What other restriction do we have?

I know longer have access to my site's server via FTP! Is this your doing?

Remove the block. You promised "high-speed internet access"...I didn't see anything that said "restricted high-speed internet access." I paid all this money to live on campus primarily to take advantage of this high speed service. I'm not getting what I paid for. We can do this the easy way (you turn off all filters), or the hard way (you may have a lawsuit on your hands). I trust that you'll do the right thing.

That's right...I really feel like I can sue. They promised "the internet", not "a restricted internet". That's false advertising. It could be seen as bait and switch which is now illegal under some Act. This could really be serious. I also have the right to backup my software on these servers under the Millenium Act (or something). They are the ones committing the crime. They're the ones who are bluntly denying us students our rights as an American. This is war!
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Hell yeah!!! I got the archives to work. No thanks to blogger. I had to search for help using google.com. I'm so excited! Now...all of what I write will be online forever and ever (well, at least for the next 2 years). So everyone who has hated me for what I've said so far, you've got plenty more reasons to hate me now! BUWHAHAHAHA! Suck it!
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I repeat, THE WORLD WOULD BE A LOT BETTER IF EVERYONE BOUGHT A FUCKING PAIR OF HEADPHONES!!!!
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Erika! After weeks of spiritual channeling and mental asceticism (I love that word), I finally feel like the old Keddaris: a sarcastic goody two-shoes that does everything right. I really missed the old me; I was starting to get worried.

If everyone got headphones, the world would be a better place. (I though of that while I was in the shower...you figure it out.)

No matter what time I go to bed, I always get up around 9:30 AM. I'm not asleep, but I'm also not awake. Then for the next hour and a half, I just stare a the ceiling. It's really freaky. It's like I'm meditating. Weird...
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The only reason I can tolerate college football is occasionally I can hear the band(s) play in the background.

if (football != marchingBand) //when 'football' is not equal to 'marching band'
{
System.out.println("Kill me....kill me fast!");
System.out.println("Kill the people who enjoy it nice and slow...make them suffer!");
pureEvil == football - marchingBand;
satanist == ( people + football ) - marchingBand;
}
System.out.println("I really don't like " + pureEvil + " or " + stanist + ".");

If football stats are still on tv after the next 30 mintues, I'm going to pull my eyes out of there sockets, and chop my ears off!
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Saturday, October 19, 2002

Man! I need more band action. I wish I wish I wish College of Charleston had a football team. I miss playing my trombone as loud as possible...legally. When I say legally, I mean when "loud as possible" is what the band director want the band to play. I'm craving that kind of action.
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Next up on my agenda...adding an archives section. This page is probably taking you people on 56K connections a long time to load. Archiving using blogger is so complicated! I wish my web server support CGI because I would use "grey matter" in a heart beat.
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Lots of fun...
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Friday, October 18, 2002

I added a "Cougar Events" calendar. I'll had more calendars as things pop up. (Get your mind out of the gutter!)
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Why the hell does Mellow Yellow make you pee so damn much?
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Want to see something funny? Rupaul.com
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OMG! I was walking back to my dorm from the cafeteria, and I experienced something that blew my mind! No, not a korean hooker. I saw someone, and I couldn't tell what gender it was. In the face, it looked like a man. But! It had long red hair like a girl. It had breast like a girl, but for all I know those could be man tits. It walked like a guy, but it was wearing leather feminine boots. Was it a guy or a girl? When it was walking, I could tell everyone who walked passed it were clueless. Where ever it went, heads would turn and confused looks would appear. It wasn't an average "confused" look; it was different. A "confused-about-gender" look consist of: a half smile, a widening of the eyes (like when you're experiencing fear), a raised eyebrow, and a shaking of the head (like your expressing "no") while the head is tilted slighty to the right. Try to make the "confused-about-gender" look. Try it on regular gender-specific people, and see how entertaining it is.
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Thursday, October 17, 2002

I spent the last 8 or so hours hanging out with friends. I seriously think I have social problems. When a lot of people I don't know are around me, I don't say anything; I'm scared that I might say something stupid. However, if I don't talk, I'm people freely insult me. First impressions are everything to me...this loud obnoxious bitch just belittled me in front of everybody (embarrasing the hell out of me) and then expected me to be her friend. She pissed me the fuck off! When you're trying to get to know someone, you don't insult their very existence or identity! What the hell? Whenever she talked to me from then on, I just fucking stared at her and gave her one of my "fuck off" looks (you know what I'm talking about). If I was a girl, it would be one of those "don't fuck with me I have PMS" looks. Anyway, this bitch was a friend to one of my friends. In college that's how you meet new people: you encounter a handful of people, and then you encounter a handful of people they met, and so on. Well, this friend of a friend was a total bitch. I hate her. I hate her. (Yes, I know I repeated that.) I thought she would leave, but she stayed. So...I left. I left in an even worse mood than that Japanese test left me.

Let me explain what first impressions mean to me. If when we interact for the first time, and you appear "airy" or dumb...I'm not talking to you or I'm not going to be myself around you. If when we interact for the first time, and you insult the fuck out of me...I'm not talking to you or I'm not going to be myself ever around you. "How do I act when I'm not being myself?" Talking to me is like talking to an interactive barney. I respond as if I'm automated. I don't volunteer any information other than what you ask of me. I don't ever share how I feel about things, or what I like or dislike. I show no emotions. I try as hard as I can to avoid communication. I don't want to know anything about you; I don't give a fuck about you. "Talking" to myself is so much more productive than being fake to someone, and forcing communication. If we don't click, we're not going to. If you are reading this, and I've done any of these things to you....that means I don't care about you, and I don't give a fuck about you Leave me the hell alone. Stay in your world, and I'll stay in mine.

I just AIM chatted with a friend, and that really helped. I'm going to be myself from now on. Obviously, people (and the world in general) don't give a fuck about the way they treat me and act in front of me....why should I? Seriously! Why the hell should I domesticate my identity. It's like I'm torturing me for being me; like a form of asceticism. Fucked up asceticism. Maybe I'm ashamed of how perverted I am. I've been acting with a certain level of class and cockiness because that's the way people stereotyped me to act. Then...when I loosen up and act like me, people are shocked. I'm tired of people being "shocked." People expect me to be smart and intelligent all the time. I say dumb things just like everyone else; but when I do say something stupid, people use that to justify insulting me and degrading my identity. Because I act "stuckup and intelligent" [due to people stereotyping me]...when I say something stupid, people just screw me over like I don't have any feelings. Like it doesn't affect me at all. It's really hurts me and pisses me off. I guess my question is "How the hell do I change that? What can I do to stop people from stereotyping me?" I simply stop trying to please everyone's stereotypes of me, and be myself.

It's not that easy...it's all fucked up. How can I act like me, when I still don't know who me is? How? I don't know what clothes fits my personality. I don't know what type of people to hang out with. I don't even know what colors I should use to express who I am for this site. I really don't know what I like. I know what I hate. Isn't that the funniest thing! I don't know what I like, but I absolutely know what I hate. I'm lost, I'm confused, it's making me depressed...blah blah blah. There are only two things that make me somewhat happy again. Making good grades, and music. Well as far as "making good grades", that fucking Japanese test screwed that up for me. My only alternative is music. When I here music, it makes everything okay. However, when the song is over...I'm right back in the same fucked up mood. Plus, I have a fucking roommate, so I can't listening to my music the way I want to. Yes...I could ask him, but when I listen to my own music, I want it to be personal. I want to be the only one listening to it. Having someone else listening to what I'm listening to is putting what I'm going through emotionally out there publicly for him to hear. As I clearly said in the last paragraph, I don't want to be myself to some people. Anyway...the song is over, and I'm right back in the same mood. I need to either find a song that doesn't stop [no, not "The Song That Never Ends" from LambChop], or start making my own. I need to express the way I'm feeling in an artistic form. But this blog is really helping too. I'm organizing my thoughts and feelings. (note to whoever cares: I'm not fucking apoligizing for anything I say!)

Well...I'm gonna listen to "I just don't give a fuck" by Eminem.
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I'm in a very irritable mood. I studied for my Japanese test, but I did a shitty job on it. I'm pissed off, so I really hope I don't hurt anyone today.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2002

There really isn't anything for me to do tonight. I don't have homework really; just maybe I need to study for my Japanese Quiz tommorow, but I'll probably wait until before the test to study. Procrastination is the shit. I cleaned up my desk a little bit. If I had a digital camera, I would take a picture for you guys to see (oh well). Feel free to send me money, lol. I thought my iPod froze today, but I only accidently turned the "Hold" feature on. I felt really stupid. It's been so cold today; I actually had to wear pants and a light jacket to all of my classes. I hate the transition from Summer to Fall; it feels like I'm saying goodbye to all my "Summer memories." I'll live. Dammit! Send me some email...I don't care what you say to me.
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Blogger fucked up last night, so I couldn't make updates as freely as desired. I'm trying to set up this guestbook, but it's not working for some reason. You can give it a shot.
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I miss working at the movie theaters. When I went to the movies [3 times] this weekend, my fellow coworkers really missed me and vice versa. Sunday when I was going to see Transporter, I met up with my coworker-best-friend. We talked for about 30 minutes; I missed about 20 minutes of Transporter! I really miss those moments when all the people are watching the movies, and there's nothing for us ushers to do. We would just...talk. We talked about anything and everything. I miss that. Oh....Transporter is the worse movie I have ever seen!. I was laughing so hard from all the many mistakes, the upper half of my shirt was probably soaked from all the tears I poured out. Don't see this movie, under any circumstances.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Added a Guestbook. It's pretty sucky now; it'll get better.
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Check this out:
http://lgbt-travel.tripod.com/baby/baby.html
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CSCI-222-L90 PROGRAMMING I LAB ----- none yet
CSCI-220-001 COMPUTER PROGRAMMING I ----- none yet
ENGL-101-022 COMPOSITION & LITERATURE ----- B
HIST-103-020 WORLD HISTORY TO 1500 ----- C+
MUSC-358-001 PEP BAND ----- A
MUSC-246-001 MUSIC THEORY I ----- B
MUSC-238-001 MUSIC THEORY LAB I ----- A
JPNS-101-003 ELEMENTARY JAPANESE ----- B+
MUSC-363-002 BIG BAND ENSEMBLE ----- none yet

For those of you who care, here's the roundup of grades I've accumulated so far (well actually just MidTerm Exam grades). Yes I made a C+; if you know me, you know I absolutely hate History. A C+ in History is a first for me b/c usually it would be a D or lower. Later.
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I'm heading back to Charleston. I'm happy and sad at the same time. I found out that nothing down here really changed, and I'm glad. I chose to go to Charleston (4 hours away) because I was a little tired of the same old crap I would find here. Now after 3 months of being in Charleston, I really wanted to come back to this place. It feels like my identity was lost in Charleston, and coming back to this place found it for me. I feel like a new guy; well, a new old guy. Yesterday I spent 11 hours straight with two great friends, and I haven't had that much fun in a long time. I went to band rehearsal, and I actually felt like I was still apart of the band. It was wierd. Anyway, I'll write more when I get back "home" tonight.
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Monday, October 14, 2002

Just experienced what it used to be like for me: staying up late at night trying to find a movie with enough nudity to get me by. It was great. Just like old times. I'm just about to go to bed. Folks, the more hits I get, the more of me you'll see. Anyway.....Red Dragon was so good. I went to the movies with my dad. It's easily my favorite Hannibal movie. The movie didn't even need Hannibal in it; the plot was so enriched that I wasn't even thinking about Hannibal at all. The movie was very very suspenseful (I know b/c I saw and heard my dad jump and scream a couple of times). It has everything I go to the movies to see: violence, gore, cannibalism, and inspirational serial killers. This is the first movie where I didn't check my watch to see what time it was once; I didn't want it to end. I was too busy trying to figure out how this killer thought and why he did some of the crazy things he does.
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Sunday, October 13, 2002

Thank you so much! Today I reached my all time high for most hits in a single day. In just 10 hours, my page was accessed 110 times! I'm so happy about this that I added a counter on the front page. It's in the left column under the "Made on a Mac" badge. Yes I know it's a little low, but that's because it's a fresh start. My statistics show that I tend to get more visitors late at night around 1AM (eastern time). What the hell does that mean?
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I absolutely love the word "funky." It's a neutral answer that can mean anything you want it to. Example:

you back in charleston now?
no, I go back tuesday
ok
when i saw you friday i was like telling my mom ''look look keddaris is here!!!!'
oh...I'm sorry I didn't see you!
you waved
lol, i did?
haha
ok

well atleast i thought you did to me
...i did
oh ok
like my hair?
yeah, it's funky
lol
i hope thats good
was that your idea?
it's good.

yeah i wanted it blonde
it looked great

I said her hair looked funky even though I didn't even see her there. This conversatiion is totally real and just happened about 30 minutes ago. It just shows how cool the word "funky" can be. In this case, I made funky mean: something that's so different it looks cool. In contrast, when someone stanks you can say "that's a funky smell!" In that case, I made funky mean: something that smells like shit. Now spread the joy of "funk" and be happy.
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I opened up a new part of my site...the "opinions" page. I only have two of my essays online at the moment; more essays to come. Also, the opinion page will feature reviews games, electronics, drinks, music and prostitutes And as of always, if you want to contribute to this project of mine, email it to me. I don't care what it is. I'm trying to come up with content, but with my schedule it'll take forever to add on. TBoneFever@mac.com
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Saturday, October 12, 2002

Let me get a couple of things straight. I love vaginas, but I hate old fat women with annoying laughs and blonde hair. I love breasts, but I hate old fat women who gossip about people with annoying laughs and blonde hair. I love breast and vaginas, but I hate old fat women who gossip about people and have annoying laughs, blonde hair, self-esteem issues, but also talks to you when deep down your not listening. To all the old fat women who gossip about people and have annoying laughs and blonde hair, shut the fuck up! Don't talk about me if you don't know a damn thing about me. (To the person this applies to.) How does it feel to have a son who's the bitch in a relationship? Who's girlfriend as kissed and sucked on a couple of things while your son is totally clueless. Who has been verbally cussed out and abused by a female in front of everybody. Who just seems to have a girlfriend to make you happy; why don't you think about that! [pause for drammatical effect] He is going with someone who treats him like a bitch in order to make you either happy, or think he's not gay. A normal guy wouldn't put up with that shit. You need to handle your own problems before you start assuming other people's problems and gossip about it! Even though I have my own problems, I don't have to assume what your problems are because I know what they are: you are an old fat women with self-esteem issues, who has an annoying laugh, blonde hair, who loves to gossip, and who talks to people even though they aren't listening to a damn thing you're saying. Okay...let's go over the main ideas of this paragraph. I love vaginas and breasts, and I'm assuming that your son does not. Yes, "assuming" your son is gay is a very hypocritical of me to do, but at least I'm not gossiping about it you fucking fatass bitch.

Enough talking about old fat bitches with blonde hair...my trip back home is pretty fun. I got to play in the band again (trombone). I want to go back to Charleston already. I hate living in a house with my parents. The only thing I missed were my friends and the privacy of my room. I'm hanging out with friends pretty much the entire time I'm here. So far my parents have only been bitching to me about shit I'm doing (like spending too much money). And of course they are putting a lot of unnecessary pressure on me to keep my grades up. There's no need for that! I've been going to school for 12 fucking years, and I have motivated my own damn self. All of a sudden they want to tell me to do good. It almost makes me want to do bad just to piss them off. But, I can't. I'll write more detailed info of my trip back here Monday night.
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Friday, October 11, 2002

I didn't update this site yesterday because I sort of forgot to. I had a lot to say, but I forgot to write it down. Hmmm...I talked to a friend on a sidewalk for an hour and 20 minutes. I never thought I would do that. Just stopping to chat as the whole entire city of Charleston rides by and rides by again is a very strange feeling. It felt like my friend and I were moving slow as everything else sped by (just like in The Matrix). It was wierd...I can't emphasize that enough.

Today, I'm going home! I never thought I would be so happy to go back home. My dad is picking me up. I'm skipping a couple of classes today because I'm starting the holiday off early (why not?). I'm planning on attending a football game tonight; not to watch the football game (yuck) but to hear my old band. I miss being in a marching band; that's the only thing that sucks about going to this college. Anyway, it should all be fun. There's a tropical storm right on top of us [here] right now, so I'm leaving at the right time. I'll write again when I'm back home...I'll tell you how things are different, and how my parents treat me different. Basically, everything that's different.

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Wednesday, October 09, 2002

"You need to go out and party. you don't have a life!!"
I don't have a life because I don't want a life. I'm happy.
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For english, I'm doing something crazy. I'm trying to write an essay that is for hate speeches. With me being black, it's just craziness. I love it though. I swear, I can make valid arguments to any side of controversial subjects. Here's a preview (I'll open up my essay section later):
Theoretically speaking, if a member of the KKK wants to come to my college to present a hate speech, it is not necessarily a bad thing. It all depends on how open-minded the audience is. “Most students respect disagreement and difference, and they do not bring charges of harassment against those whose opinions or expressions offend them.” I have asked five random students if they agree that the definition of ‘campus atmosphere’ is this: an environment where getting as many different people’s perspective on touchy subject matter as possible is at the top of a person’s priorities. It is unanimous; five out of five students agree. If I were to attend a hate speech spoken by a member of the KKK, I would be going in order to gain an understanding on why this speaker’s culture strongly deems white Christians as rulers over all. The chief goal of all educational institutions should be to give all students a better understanding of the world. That is what a ‘campus atmosphere’ should be reminiscent of.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. I know that's sort of pushing it, but it's a valid argument.
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[insert evil laugh]...when you go to pages from my site, "www.tbonefever.net" remains in the address bar. I'll fix that one day.
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I got two very cool covers for my iPod. It's called the iSkin. I got the green (like the one below), and a blue one. Now, I don't need to keep my iPod all cooped up in that tiny black case apple ships with it (my iPod suffers from claustrophobia). It really lets me showoff my little white friend.


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There's an orgy of hard nipples out there! I'm loving cold weather in Charleston already!
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I'm skipping Music Theory today. It's raining, it's cold, and the things I am thinking are highly amusing. In fact, these thoughts were so amusing that I stayed up an extra hour last night just thinking about them. An issue has popped out of no where; should I be Mr. Nice guy about it, or should I react like the normal me should act? Being fake vs. being real. It's really fucked up. I think I owe it to myself to just [brace myself and] be real about. "What the fuck is this issue you're talking about?" I'll talk about it later. Maybe I'll get more hits that way.
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Tuesday, October 08, 2002

Something just hit me. I've been being a total prick towards my roommate. All this time, I've been degrading everything about him. Really, he's a pretty cool person. His music isn't corny; if anything, my music is corny. He listens to the type of music where musicians are singing from there heart where as my music is a little too manufactuered. Anyway, the bottomline is this: I've been blaming him for my lack of privacy. It's not his fault at all, it's this fucked up college experience. He's the ideal roommate because he respects my stuff and I respect his. My only true problem with him isn't really a big problem. I think the both of us aren't talking as much as desired because we don't want to piss each other off. It's okay with me...I don't want to live with someone for 6 months and be pissed off at him all that time. I'm sure he feels the same way.

In other news, I didn't finish that my English draft. It's okay though because the full paper is due next Thursday. I have to dedicate my time in finishing all this English crap, and also turning in some Japanese homework. College is all about time management and staying organized. I'm the most unorganized person you'll ever meet. For someone who can't even remember to get his dorm key everytime he leaves, how can I possibly remember to turn in all my work? (I've been locked out of my room due to my own stupidity about 13 times.)
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Monday, October 07, 2002

My world is just shit. I have an English paper that's due tomorrow, and I am not prepared at all. I don't know what I'm going to do. I feel like going into a small box and crying (while I'm stabbing a voodoo doll of my English teacher).
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Sunday, October 06, 2002

I think I might find images on the internet and come up with witty things to say about them. And then, dedicate a part of my site for it. Just maybe. What do you think? (email me comments, suggestions, hate mail)
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Saturday, October 05, 2002

I'm feeling so relaxed now. I've got two of my MidTerm exams out of the way. I know I passed both my History and Japanese exams....again, I'm feeling very good. I'm gonna continue to feel good during this weekend, and I'm not letting anything screw that up for me! With that said...if you include what happened yesterday and last Thursday, it's safe to say my weekend has already been screwed up. Here's what happened:

Thursday. Ah yes, the day of my History exam. I studied until 2AM the night before, and I still needed to study for the essay questions. I decided to so something different: instead of studying in my dorm with my headphones up full volume to cancel out the "soulful Christian-music-like 70s depressed" nonsense my roommate listens to, I decided to go to the quiet depths of the library. That was the best decision I have made in a while. It was so easy to remember that Mesopotamia civilization shit. Two hours later, I was feeling the most prepared I have ever been for a History test....ever! So class starts at around 1:30PM, and I just remember that I left my lead pencil back at my dorm. It was 1:25PM so I had to do some moderate jogging. I opened the door. First, I noticed the lights were out; and then when I opened the door even further, it banged against a chair. "For some reason there's a chair propped up against the door." Then I heard a girl say "oh God!" I turned to my right....and.....there it was: My worse college nightmare came to life. My roommate had a girl on top of him...I'm assuming they were having sex, but her bra was still on (I couldn't really tell). Details were a blur, because I started panicking. I said "Hey!" in a very petrified manner, and darted into the bathroom. I had to calm down. "Oh my god! What the fuck...I walked in on my roommate getting it on. Goddammit!" I'm also assuming that was his girlfriend, but I don't fucking know...I don't fucking care....fuckity fuck. In response to what I saw, I took a piss. I went to my dorm not only to get my pencil, but also to take a piss. So here comes the moment of truth...I opened the doorknob and said "Bye!" in a very petrified manner, and darted out the door. I forgot my damn pencil all because of my roommate. I looked down on the ground, and there was a sign there. It read "In there with my girl, she'll be gone by 2PM"...apparently the bitch fell. That's besides the point though: I precisely told my roommate to tell me when he wants private time with his girlfriend, and he didn't. I know I can be intimidating in a very weird cocky sort of way, but he needs to look over that and communicate with me (and vice versa except he's not weird but generic). Damn! So I forgot my damn pencil, and I had to use a fucking pen on my exam. Do you know how much I hate pens! Using a pen makes feel like stabbing a lot of people, let's just leave it at that. During my exam, kept thinking about the incident. Overall, it was a terrible terrible nightmare; and in itself, can ruin a persons weekends or even have lifetime effects on a guy. To the twitapated bunnies I caught, I say "Piss on you!" Thank you for contributing to the screwing of my weekend.

Friday, PART 1. Ah yes, the day of my Japanese exam. I didn't study worth a damn the night before. Who really gives a fuck about the Japanese language? That was my initial opinion at the start of the day. But then I started thinking about my reputation; not really what people expect of me, but what I expect of myself. I was destined to be an overachiever. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...sorry, I thought it would be funny to repeat a lot h's but clearly I was wrong. Anyway, I sort of followed the same pattern as I did before. Since yesterday was such a big success, in terms of my History exam, not in terms of walking in on a porno set. I went to the library and studied for about an hour; it worked! Success! I managed to retain a lot of that useless Japanese I'm learning. Again, I had about 5 minutes to get to my Japanese class and once again I had to take a piss. So what did I do? I went back to my dorm of course. Watashi wa dormio de bankyoo shimasashita ga ski desu ne. So I arrived at my dorm and went in the bathroom. Everything was going as planned: my penis was out pissing away and I was happy. Then....I flushed. I'll play with more h's while you try to guess what happened next hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay, times up. The fucking water rose up. So once again, another one of my worse college nightmares came to life. "Noooooooooo! Go back in you...you...urine!" I ran and got some paper towels and just laid them on the floor. What else can I do? It just wouldn't stop! So I did what the normal guy would do; I closed the lid, and got the hell out of there. I left. I had a motherfucking MidTerm exam I was running a little late for. (2 hours later) When I got back, the toilet apparently stopped overflowing, which is a good thing. "Wow, that was so much fun" I thought. the bathroom floor was soaked! Now what could have cause the toilet to overflow? Maybe my roommate left a surprise for me? By that time (2:30PM) he was long gone. The only frightening thing about it all was the feeling of helplessness.