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Friday, January 30, 2004
Haircut time!!!!!!!!!FUUUCCCKKKKK YEEEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!Friday time!!!!!!!!! FUUUCCCKKKKK YEEEAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Study time? Shit. ¶3:04 PM e-mail me (0) comments C++ == "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"CSCI230 is doing some serious ass-kicking. For the past year and a half, we've been taught Java. I feel comfortable using Java. But this new professor is making us use C++ to program! What's that shit all about? I've spent hours trying to learn C++, no luck really. I ordered "C++ for Dummies" so hopefully that'll help me out. Thank god (that's right, lowercased "g") I know some people in the class that can help me out.¶11:29 AM e-mail me (0) comments Wednesday, January 28, 2004 Dammit.I hate having a roommate. College sucks. Badly. I was going to just relax for a few hours and do nothing - you know, have solitude! But no! My roommate had to come back and ruin it all for me. Fucking shit. What am I to do? I was planning on skipping my 1PM class today, but now that my motivations for doing show have just been shot down, I guess I'll start studying and get to work. I fucking hate this shit. Why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why is it so expensive to live by yourself? I can't afford an apartment without getting a job. I don't want a historical house because for how expensive they are, it's crap. I FUCKING HATE WHEN SOMEONE LOOKS AT MY SCREEN WHEN I'M USING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMMIT! *sigh THERE HE GOES AGAIN!!! LOOKING, LOOKING! I hate this. I guess I'll go study or shit. Dammit. I guess I'm going to my 1PM class today. Dammit! I guess I just have to deal with the that I will never be able to dictate my solitude while I have a roommate. FUCKING SHIT!!!! Dammit. Later fuckers. ¶10:59 AM e-mail me (0) commentsMonday, January 26, 2004 What the shit?I've had weird, irregular bowel movements for the last 2 days. I think the alcohol has something to do with it. My stomach bubbles, and then I think I've gotta shit...I sit on toilet, nothing happens. What the shit? Blah blah blah. Besides that, things are good. I need to do laundry, I need to study, I need to eat something. That's what I'm doing tonight...woop, there it goes again! Bubble, bubble, bubble. I was planning on going to a concert tonight @ a fraternity house, but I have another major quiz tomorrow in Calculus I have to study for. What a drag. Oh man! It's cold as fuck here! It's that light rain that hits you in the face - and on top of that, the temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit. The rain is starting to freeze, so it feels like little balls of ice are hitting me in the face. I don't know about you, but I don't like little balls of anything hitting me in the face. Anyway, time to get to work. Later fuckers. ¶3:46 PM e-mail me (0) commentsSunday, January 25, 2004 Another Party!NickMax Heather x 3 Jesse James x 2 Erin Kelley Charlie Ashley John David x 2 Paul Joe Warren Linsey AJ Ben Casey Missy All of these people are cool fuckers. Yesterday, I met and talked to each one for about 15-20 minutes. I talked to one girl for an hour and a half! It was good times. I only had 3 beers this time, I didn't feel like dealing with a hangover twice in 1 week. The party was great in general. The last party was focused on beer pong, this one was focused one just hanging out and talking. The most amazing thing was my ability to remember people's names. Everyone else could never remember names - especially a name like "Keddaris." The highlight of the night was seeing these two girls making out, tongue on tongue for like 45 seconds. It was so hot; a friend recorded it on his camera...I think it's about time I get a camera. Around 2AM, everyone got together and went to Hoagie Haven: THE BEST EATING PLACE ON KING ST.!!! It's like subway, but doesn't taste like shit. On the weekends it's open until 3AM in the morning. We talked and mingled in there for about an hour, and then called it a night. Sure, a lot of other things happened, but I don't feel like writing about them; I didn't give 2 shits about it when it was happening, I don't care about it now (ie. - a girl crying because of her boyfriend doing stuff). ¶12:18 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, January 23, 2004 Woo-Hah! I Defeated The Party.My hangover is pretty much over. I still get headaches if I look around fast, or think really hard. Okay, so here's how yesterday went. I got to the house around 8PM, no one was there. My buddy told me what was going down, and said the BEER PONG tournament was still on. He also said that I'm going to play. "Okay." So for about 20 minutes, he taught me how to play beer pong. So, two people stand on opposite sides of a table and line up cups in front of them. The opposing player gets 2 ping pong balls, 2 attempts to try and get those balls in the other player's cup. You achieve this by either throwing the ball in the cup, or bouncing the ball on the table to get it in (only the girls can bounce). Which ever of a players' cups gets a ball thrown in is a cup that they will have to take a shot with. I'm sure there's an easier way for me to say that, but you understand. If the ball is twirling around inside a cup, you can blow on it and the ball will come out: this is legal (only the girls can blow...pun intended). Blah blah, the true intentions of this game is to get as wasted as possible. So, I was done with my lesson, and surprise people started coming in. Right on cue.4 ladies, 2 were twins. Hot twins. Let the insecure uncomfortable feeling begin. I sat in a chair, and looked and listened. I knew my role. I didn't really feel like talking to anyone really; even though that was my intentions for being at this party. Oh, I did meet everybody. me: "Hi, I'm Keddaris." everyone else: "Darious?" me: "KEDDARIS." everyone else: "Clarence?" They just couldn't get it right from the beginning! Eventually, when introducing myself to everyone...I'd shout at them my name, and they would look at me quite disturbing, and then we'd continue our pointless smalltalk conversation. A lot of the people associated with the frat and the neighboring sorority were cool. Socializing is easier than I thought it would be. It's all in the attitude. If you don't feel like talking to people, no one is going to talk to you. However, if you look and act confident, and act sincere...then everything changes. (Plus, after 5-8 beers...everything really changes.) I met these girls. Uh...Courtney, "Dirty" Lauren (I'll get to that later) and some other girl who was obviously wasted. OBVIOUSLY!!!! This was one of the times I kicked myself out of that protective nest of people I already know, and branched out by myself into this socializing chaos. Anyway, (let's just call the girl who's name I forgot NONAME) NONAME was slurring all of what she was saying together, stumbling around everywhere, and extra touchy. I told them, "This is only the 4th party I've ever been to." Instantaneously, "Oh my God! How cute, you're a party virgin! Awwww." Hey, I didn't mind it. Getting sympathy from 4 beautiful (I think they were hot, but now that I think about it...they probably weren't, again with beer...everything really changes.) So after that initial introduction on my part, they went around and said their names. Dirty Lauren was so hot...because, she wasn't the stereotypical blonde chick - she obviously had a little bit of something in her. I'm so sorry, details are pretty damn sketchy. Yada yada yada, we ended our pointless conversation this way. "Dirty" Lauren: This party is boring. NONAME: Yeah, K-Dog (that's what I told them to call me after about 3 minutes of trying to get them to say Keddaris), you're cute. You're just a big old party virgin. me: Uh, I agree. NONAME: Let's go to Level-2 (a local club), come with us K-Dog. me: Well...I don't... "Dirty" Lauren: If you come with us, you'll find out how dirty I really am. So, I know what you're thinking...score!!!, but unfortunately I was blessed with a brain. These 4 girls who I absolutely know nothing about were wanting me to follow them around to a club I've never been to - oh oh oh, AND THEY'RE WASTED! Fuck that shit, I'm not going with these fucking whores. I don't want to find anything out about a dirty girl. I'm not stupid. me: Nah, I'm sure you're dirty...but I think I'll stay here. NONAME: Well, I'll see you later. "Dirty" Lauren: C Ya I know I'll probably never see them again, and I'm cool with that. So yeah, by that time my beer pong tournament match was up. My partner was a supposed pro (later I found out she wasn't). I played magnificently. I accounted for all the success except for one cup - the last cup that was left on the opposite side. She got that. We kicked ass. After the match, I went back and mingled. I met some interesting people. By this time, everyone was pretty drunk. Don't worry, nothing spectacular happened. There was no breast flashing, no lap dancing, nothing. This party was all about me succumbing to my fear of talking to people, and I succeeded greatly. Next match was up, I couldn't finish it though. I was too fucked up. I practically ran up to the bathroom and puked in the toilet a good 5 times. It was pink...oh yeah, you know what that means. Some of the new people I met were up there concerned, that was cool. Proof that people really liked me, I just gotta be myself (and sincere). Uh...I went to a bedroom and laid on the bed. Staring at the ceiling. So about 5 minutes of just...staring at the fucking ceiling, my buddy's girlfriend came in there. She's is such a cool person. She was being very maternal. I told her was hurt, and she kissed my boo boo...so to speak, lol. She just told me I needed some food in me, so she warmed up some ravioli shit for me. It was good. I felt better, however the more I laid in the bed, the more drunk I got. She told me some personal stuff and I appreciated the bonding. However, I had to cut her off short because I was too drunk to pay attention. Her and friend helped me downstairs, and laid me down in a chair. In this room, the last tournament was taking place. So I watched and listened to all the noise, I couldn't really pick up on anything. My buddy and his partner won the tournament, everyone laughed and cheered...and they laughed. After winning, he asked if I needed anything and what was up. I told him, you know, I'm wasted and I need a blanket because I'm in no condition to walk back to my dorm. It was around 4AM in the morning, I just wanted to lay in the chair all night. He said, "that's cool." He went up, came back with a blanket, turned the lights off, and I dosed off. That's what happened at the party...exactly. That's it...5 hours of talking condensed down to like 5 paragraphs. Epilogue Around 10PM, I woke up...I walked around the house a bit. I cleaned up a little. Threw some of the cans away and cleaned up the bathroom a little. That's the least I could have done for such an awesome night of fun (Hmmm, there I go with the unconscious rhyming again.) I met up with my buddy and some girls around 12, had some lunch - talked about the party a little, and other stuff. My friend said everyone thought I was cool, so that's satisfying. I succeeded. ME, Keddaris...socialized! ¶6:19 PM e-mail me (0) comments Thursday, January 22, 2004 To Be, or Not To Be a -->KICKASS PARTY? That is the question. I'll find out tonight around 8:30PM. I'm a little nervous about going. Luckily, the friend holding my hand, as I cross the street from solitude, over into the socializing-hell part of town, understands my fear. I hate meeting new people in the first place, and I'm going to be thrown into a party with at least 50+ people I don't know and who don't know me. IS that suppose to be fun? I'm definitely going to be drinking some sort of alcoholic beverage - I'll probably go straight to the boos, lol. When I've got a buzz, I'm good to go. All my anxieties vanish without a trace. To prepare, I took a shower and made myself smell good. The only thing worse than talking to a hot chick and being scared shitless, it to be talking to a hot chick and being scared shitless while smelling like shit. (I even sprayed some cologne around my crotch area...you never know.) All the chicks are going to be either cheerleaders, or sorority chicks: the 2 types of chick-group that == hotness. At least I'll have pool to play whenever I get bored. And I could always hide in my buddy's room whenever I need to breathe (seeing how the party is at his frat house). I've got the support from folks, the buzz from alcohol, and the smell of "michael jordan" (it's his cologne) to help me get through the night. You read about what happened at the last party I went to (if not, click here)...this one should be a little crazier. (If not, fuck off, I don't aim to please you fuckers.) ¶4:55 PM e-mail me (0) commentsWednesday, January 21, 2004 Finally, I can breathe.After a solid week of studying and constant extracurricular activity, tonight I finally have a break. At least I think I do, let me check my schedule. [5 min later] Yeah, I'm free tonight. I'm going to work on my site for about 2 hours, and then I'm going to get some of my japanese work out of the way (that's due Friday). I won't have time tomorrow night to get it done, seeing how I have a party to attend. That's right folks, a party. (STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!!!!) [Just ignore that, I feel like someone's watching me at the moment.] So anyway, everything went smooth today. It was cold as fuck as expected. Oh yeah! Tonight I'm definitely playing some DDR; somewhere, somehow. The hell with RD2004 if he has a problem with it. I need to "smoke a cigarette" so to speak.On a different subject, if you are in search of media (movies, music, whatever), just let me know. I have methods for getting pretty much anything, I'll try to help you out (I'm bored, I need more excuses to sit in front of my computer). (What the fuck is your problem??? Stop fucking looking at me!!!) American Idol! That's what I can watch tonight. It's been hilarious so far, tonight shouldn't be any different. Adios Fuckers. ¶6:42 PM e-mail me (0) comments Tuesday, January 20, 2004 More more more!More posts! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god!LIKE, oh my god!LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! LIKE, oh my god! (I don't really talk like that fuckers...if you think I do, suck my cock and shut the hell up. All you fuckers can go to hell. I was only emphasizing that I'm going to bring you more, since in a way this blog is a way I can escape "the real world" if only for 15 minutes at a time...how pitiful is that shit?) ¶3:40 PM e-mail me (0) commentsIn tha gahden of eedahn bahybee.I just thought that title would be funny. Today is a cold day. Tomorrow will be a cold day. The day after that will be a cold day. Am I excited? You bet your ass I am. Soshite, the day after tomorrow will be the first party of the year I attend. It's a table tennis tournament party. But, not your average table tennis tournament - one that features shot glasses in which you hit a ping pong across (or something), and if it lands in a shot glass, you've gotta drink it. Okay, the details are a little sketchy, but it should be fun. I don't know if I'm going to participate in it or not, who knows. Probably not. Whenever I drink, I tend to drink too much for my own good. Drinking != Good Times, it equals Bad Times. I'll just work on my socializing skills all night...meet a couple more people. AND I DO MEAN A COUPLE. 2 or 3 is enough, and I'm out of there. Vamos! Poof! Ikimasho! Sayoonara Fuckers!There was a basketball game yesterday. It was very hyped up. The gym was packed! With old people (fully grey-haired wearing old stuff and smelling like old stuff all the same) and young people (fully blonde-or-black-or-blue-or-brown-or-red-haired wearing new stuff and smelling like old and new stuff all the same) ---> logic does not apply. The Cougars (the team I just happen to support since it is our basketball team afterall, but if they weren't I wouldn't give two shits about them) won of course; we're in the top 10 nation-wide I think. The game was complete with all the "YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!s" and "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!s" (and occasionally "BULLSHITs" and "AIRBALLs") as usual. I'm in the pep band playing the trombone (the coolest instrument in the entire free-world of America, and newly freed Iraq)...in the same section has the trumpets? What kind of voodoo shit is that all about. But, yes, that's true. Only a true band dork would understand how fucked up that bullshit is (if you don't, I hope you burn in Hell for all eternity). OKay okay, we won. Big deal. B-Ball games are very entertaining, I recommend 1 dose of live B-Ball once a week: it'll keep you sane. It'll keep you mentally perplexed (not really). TGIT BITCHES!!!!!!!! (thank god it's tuesday? what the fuck are you talking about?) ¶3:08 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, January 19, 2004 Check, Check It Out.I put the new Ghost in the Shell: Innocence movie trailer up on my iDisk. It's about 4 minutes long, and it's fucking amazing. (It's titled <Innocence_Special_Preview.avi>.) I'm a huge Ghost in the Shell fan, if you didn't know that, so bare with me. Also, <chickendance.wmv> (something I obtained from Ebaumsworld.com) which is very disturbing - in a funny way. If you get a boner from that, something's wrong with you. I put the new Dawn of the Dead trailer up, I highly recommend checking that out. Last but not least, some music: <11_Inner_Universe_(full).mp3> (the Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex intro song) & <17_Schlagwerk.mp3> (a Stepmania track). Enjoy. (They'll probably be up for month, lol.) ¶1:04 PM e-mail me (0) commentsSunday, January 18, 2004 I Miss...I miss solitude. I'm finding myself getting more and more depressed everytime another opportunity to be by myself is shot down by Roommate Disease 2004, or any other types of Diseases that exist on campus. Tough shit, yes. Finally, tonight has been one of the best nights my sophomore year. I can watch some of the shows I love, and not have someone in the background talking and being loud - making me miss all the comical and dramatic punchlines. Hallelujah. And to top it off, I bought Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga today, which gives me even more justification to withdraw myself from the social life I'm forced to take part in 24 hours a day, 7 fucking days a week. ¶11:43 PM e-mail me (0) commentsThursday, January 15, 2004 What? ...a Curfew?I'm trying to study A LOT, but at the moment it's "uncomfortable" because Roommate Disease 2004 is sleeping. I don't want to be a prick and disturb him, it is late after all. But, I don't want to go anywhere else to study. I also don't feel like talk to him about it, so isn't this a pickle? I guess I can get up in the morning and finish; I'm sure he'll wake me up at 7AM anyway. First class is at 1PM, so that's plenty of time to get some work done (as long as masturbation doesn't get in the way). That's a solid 2 hours to do some Japanese and finish up some Calc 2 - plenty of time. I'll tell you one thing: I will never ever go to bed at 11PM. I gave myself until 1PM to sleep, and DAMMIT!!! I'm gonna take advantage of that. ¶11:44 PM e-mail me (0) commentsWednesday, January 14, 2004 Probation & The 8'o Clock BluesI'm on probation. I'm at risk of having one my scholarships taking away from me. So my stress for this semester has just reached a new level. And I'm so fucking happy about that, hee...hee (sarcasm). Just the motivation I need to make straight As, yeah buddy. First class of the day is at 1PM, then 2PM, 5PM, blah. I've got a lot of gaps in there for some quality studying. I didn't buy any new games, so I shouldn't be too distracted by video games. I don't know, I'm different now. In terms of academic ambition, I'm the old Keddaris. "Welcome back buddy."8AM. That is the time I will be awakened pretty much everyday this semester. Last semester, it was 7:30AM. All b/c of the infamous roommate disease. Let's just call my roommate "Roommate Disease 2004" this entire semester (kind of like Andre2000 from OutKast). Roommate Disease 2004 goes to work every weekday in the morning. So it really sucks how I'm not gonna be able to sleep late, EVEN THOUGH when making my schedule I gave myself plenty of time to sleep. I have nothing to do until 1PM on MWFs, and nothing to do until 10:50PM on TRs (R stands for Thursday). But since I'm in hell, and God thinks I'm a motherfucker...naturally, Roommate Disease 2004 is going to ruin that for me. Fortunately I only need 7 hours of sleep to be fully rested throughout a day. I go to bed at 1:20AM, get up anywhere between 8 and 9AM, it's all good baay-bay. ¶9:55 AM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, January 12, 2004 Back in Action.I'm here. Back in college. Today I picked up my hefty refund check - I GOT MONEY NOW! I spent 3 to 4 hours with my roommate outside of the dorm, which was cool. We walked around and checked things out. Lots of quality talk-time. I feel totally different about things now. Nothing really bothers me anymore. While I'm typing this, my suitemates next door or blasting country music, and are hollering "FUCK" to each other (even though they are right next to each other). It doesn't really bother me. There isn't anything I can do about it, so why let it ruin my already hellish time here? I'm relaxed and in control with my anger. And in a little while, I'm gonna cut my toenails. Now this is the life.Classes start Wednesday. I get to take a class over again because I "failed" it last semester (made a D, D is failing in Computer Science). Yeah, I know: "shame on me." It was a test to be honest. I wanted to know how low I can go before it was too low. All last year, I did ZERO studying and managed to obtain a 3.2 GPA. I wanted to see if I could do the same this year - I couldn't. The classes were harder. I'm a master of bullshitting; you can bullshit a paper in English or an essay in History. You can't bullshit discrete math or converting assembly language to binary. I was too stubborn to see that; therefore, I failed. That is my reason for failing. Not anymore. I shall fail no more! MUAHAHAHA! ¶8:57 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, January 10, 2004 New DVD AdditionsOver the break, I bought the following:Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (1-26) [complete boxset] Blue Gender [complete boxset] (hasn't arrived yet) Furi Kuri [complete boxset] (hasn't arrived yet) 28 Days Later Ninja Resurrection Seer I'll have to wait until I come back for Spring Break to get Blue Gender and Furi Kuri, that sux ass. I cherish GITS: SAC will all my heart. It's so amazing. The visuals, and the deep story. The music - my gosh - is done by Yokka Kano (the same woman who did the music for Cowboy Bebop!). So amazing. Seer is some anime porn (I got another hentai DVD, but the title is all in Japanese). As you can see, I spent my break buying anime instead of video games. Anime is a better investment in the long run. Whenever I'm bored, I'll just pop in some Ghost in the Shell, and relax. That's my plan: limit the amount of video game playing while maximizing the amount of anime watching. ¶1:27 PM e-mail me (0) comments Friday, January 09, 2004 Poor, poor, me...it's Friday.All things must come to an end. Of course I want to go back to Charleston (aka College of Charleston), but there's going to be so much work for me to do there. So much studying, so much socializing, so much bullshit - *yawn. Just when I get used to the tedium of living here in little ole Anderson (SC), I get catapulted into college-level stress. Woo...hoo. I've been working on some of my personality defects, people should see a slight change in enthusiasm whenever we do the inevitable small talk. Eh, probably not. SUNDAY is judgment day, the day I move back in. Tonight, I'm not really planning on doing anything. I'll probably head up to the mall again, like usual. Blah blah. ¶4:24 PM e-mail me (0) commentsWednesday, January 07, 2004 What is Mac OS X? Read this or die. ¶10:28 PM e-mail me (0) comments Monday, January 05, 2004 What's with the nose? Such an awesome photo. It's been featured on most all news programs, and had been a source of hilarious material from Conan O' Brian, Jay Leno...pretty much everyone (that's a link to michael jackson jokes). It pretty much speaks for itself. I should make some wallpaper featuring this amazing driver's license. ¶4:23 PM e-mail me (0) comments Sunday, January 04, 2004 Gamecube News.This clippet of news is from this article from cube-europe.com...enjoy.There’s quite a few pieces of newsworthy items to report. Perhaps most significant is the revelation, by Nintendo’s head in Japan, Satoru Iwata, that the N5 (which, for the two of you out there who don’t know, is the unofficial codename given by journalists to the GameCube’s successor) will indeed be backwards compatible. Which is very interesting, and very gratifying indeed. In an interview with Famitsu, the head of Nintendo Satoru Iwata has stated the N5 will have backwards compatibility. Here are some choice words of wisdom from Iwata-San: "It will be able to use the games already created in the previous generation. And it is something that will work. Side performances and graphics, one reached today a kind of limit with a quality which is already close to realism and it will be difficult to still much better do. The role of Nintendo is thus to study other ways in order to improve the experience of the player." He refers, again, to Nintendo’s battle against graphical enhancement being the sole reason for upgrading a console. We know nothing at present, but frankly I’ve got a strong feeling Nintendo have got something rather special under wraps- something unconventional. We’ll have to wait and see… ¶6:23 PM e-mail me (0) comments Saturday, January 03, 2004 Nope.I didn't go anywhere. I just sat around all day and watched The Real World marathon on MTV. (I'm still watching, and it's 2AM in the morning!!). The current season: Louisiana - it's gotta be one of my top 3. But dammit! It's late, I need to go to sleep because my fucking family gets up around 9AM and they're loud as fuck. They don't care about me sleeping (then again, the slightest little sound bothers me and keeps me up). For example, this morning at 10:12AM (that's right, I know the exact mofo-ing time) my dad was in his room crumbling up letters and paper with his door open. His fucking door, is right across the hall from mine. How fucking rude is that? And then the neighbor was banging some fence posts with a hammer outside somewhere. I don't get sleep unless I go to bed whenever they go to bed. Bitching about it doesn't help because they're old, they forget. How pitiful. Uh...back to what I was saying. I didn't hang out with friends tonight. Some big game with Clemson playing was on or something. FUCK FOOTBALL!! Football is not my cup of ...mellow yellow. Tomorrow is another day - maybe tomorrow. It's time for bed now, adios. ¶1:57 AM e-mail me (0) commentsFriday, January 02, 2004 Spend some time with friends?Am I, or am I not hanging out with friends today? Today is pretty much the only time my entire clique can hang out and get into mischief adventures. Here's the situation: they're working, and I'm not. This entire break, we've had to plan out our entire (quote unquote) "chill time" around their schedules with only moderate success. So for the most part, I haven't really been doing the "spend time with friends" thing. But don't get me wrong, I'm thoroughly enjoying my "hang with myself by myself in my room with the door shut so I can do things" time, probably as much (if not more) than "friend time." Hmmm, I think I'm "overdoing" the "quotation-thing." Quotations are probably the only thing original and creative about the English language - everything else about it is shit. The language is just too hard for us stupid Americans. Why couldn't our language be as easy (and as cool-sounding) as Japanese??? WHY!!!!!? (wow, 5 exclamation points and 1 question mark...what the fuck does that mean? it means I'm saying "why" mainly to scream, and I could care less about the answer.) I feel so sorry for the world, because you really can't be mega-successful in it without knowing the English language. Though, my American cockiness could be getting in the way (it always does baabay). Anyway, will I or won't I spend time with friends today? Find out tonight: same bat-channel, same bat-time. (My roommate said that once, and I was just thinking of how funny it was...I miss that old batman show from the 70s I think...the "bat dance" was the shit!) ¶12:13 PM e-mail me (0) commentsOh my god! A Title Field?!I had no idea blogger started letting us have title fields. That used to be a pro-only feature. Things have changed. Change is good. I redesigned some "icons" as you can tell. New logo at the top. Now...if I could only get the iTunes thing (on the left between the two lines) to start working. It's suppose to show the most recent song I have listened too, and then eventually the last 5 or 10 songs I've listened to. Obviously, it's not working. But HOLY SHIT! I freaking like my new blog template. This is one made by me and only me (I got inspired by my new look of the Links page.) 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