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Minor Update
Tuesday, August 27, 2002

I'm feeling much better. Got some much needed sleep last night, and was VERY productive today. I feel good. Amanda, thank you much for the home remedies. Tomato soup is a beautiful thing. The brain knot I've had for the past week and a half even seems to be on the retreat. It was never really that strong of a headache, just annoying that it was there for so long.

I hate to say it, but yesterday's post probably came largely out of PMS. Don't you just hate how that dang monthly cycle will get you to make a mountain out of an anthill? I'm usually not that bad. Well, all's well that ends well. Cheers!

Masochism and Sadism Return! Yay!
Monday, August 26, 2002

No worries, people now, no worries. All I mean to alert you to is my rekindled love for Tom Lehrer. Today, The Masochism Tango and I Hold Your Hand In Mine are back on the turntable, especially I Hold Your Hand In Mine. That song is meant only for those with a stout heart and a twisted humor ... God, I love it. God bless violence in song form! Hahaha, just kidding, but it sure is swell stress relief.

I had a dream a couple hours ago of a furnace who's blistering heat snuck up on me. I couldn't touch it, or even be around it. Then when I went to get help, and came back, I couldn't touch the handle on the door. It was too hot. I barely got one foot in the creaked open door to look around the room. I was afraid the damn furnace would explode any minute, but didn't expect it to. Then I woke up. (What a climax, eh.) Sux though, because I woke up feeling cold. Is it normal to feel cold in September? Maybe I should fall back asleep and sit by the furnace again, warm myself up. What's the temperature in here anyway!? Can I turn the heat on? Dangit all, I hope my own temperature isn't rising. I hate dealing with being sick, mostly because I hardly ever am. Friggin micro-germ-bitches.

Oh, and by the way, BeSeen.com died. That's right, it's electronic flesh is steaming in a back alley of the net somewhere. That means no more quizlets, and my first hit-counter ever has kicked the proverbial bucket. Grrrr, oh well, I think the Extreme Hitcounter is more stable anyway. Ok, I'm going to stop babbling for tonight. Good-bye everyone.

I Was Right
Sunday, August 25, 2002

Lord, this past week was stressful. With all of the previously mentioned groups needing to be kicked into gear ASAP, I'm all "planned" out. This has definitely been the most hectic first week of school EVER.

Odd happening of the week: Some guy asks me to arm wrestle him in the U.C. Says he likes to practice with "strong looking girls". Uh, yeah dude, you know there ARE some guys you could practice with too. Are you skeered ya litt'l pansy, or just want to watch the faces of the girls as they struggle to push you down. Well, I'm usually up for spur-of-the-moment weirdness, so I did it anyway. I lost, right AND left arm. Big friggin' whoop-dee-doo. Moving on.

The semester drama has officially begun. As usual, in my oddly voyeristic life, there are more emotionally invested antics going on with my friends than there is with me. No matter, they're the ones worth worrying about, remember? :-) Anyway, I'm anticipating an interesting semester.

Oh my GOD, my computer is as slow as sin! (That's assuming that sin is slow, which I largely disagree with; but for the sake of linguistic tradition, I'll conform to the masses for this ONE phrase.) Now, I'm off to write a paper, do homework, read, and do other assorted school-related things.

My Kick Ass History Project .... Ahem, it's to your left.
Thursday, August 22, 2002

Ok, I'm not going to ask you to read through the site, b'c that would very quickly get boring, but do feel free to visit it and tell me how beautiful it looks. I designed it all myself, right down to creating my own background. Any flaws you see in the project are entirely NOT my fault. Webhosting from Tech sux, and I did it perfectly correctly time after time and couldn't get it to work. Anyway, the teacher liked it (even though the project was turned in late.) I'm still proud of it, regardless of the fact that I should have spent a hell of a lot more time researching, and not done that evil procrastination thing. Ah well, I've got to have at least one vice, though, don't I?

Just visit it once, if you feel so inclined, and tell me what you think. It'll make me feel all cool and popular-like.

Confessions of a Closet Hardcore Romantic (in one sense)
Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Tonight I accidently walked in on film night at the honors lounge. They were playing Moulin Rouge. It's a musical/romance on crack, but very artfully done. It was nice to get away from the intellectual for a night, and indulge in a little heart wrending. Reminded me of the hardcore romantic I was growing up. I still consider myself one, but the desire to control my own future is stronger. People who care intensely about others too quickly annoy me. They don't even know what the hell they're getting into. I want to be swept up in love and passion with another human being, but someone that I really know, that I connect with naturally, and who wants the same things I do.

I know I sound like I ask for alot in my hypothetical "significant other", but I've come to these conclusions in a very systematic way. I started off giving everyone a chance, and gradually found the things that annoyed me, the things that I wanted, and the things that were unacceptable under any circumstances. Essentially, I came up with the standards for myself and those I would associate myself with as more than an aquiantance. In the few times that I've broken my own rules, I've acted stupidly and selfishly, and I've hurt people. I regret that with every fiber of my being, and I refuse to use other people like that again. (Yes, I'm being vague, and I guarentee not a single one of you know the extent to which I'm speaking. Sorry, that's the way it is.)

Regardless of the brilliant acting I can pull off day-to-day, the people and emotions that I commit to are VERY intense. In fact, they literally never go away, because I'm never wrong in picking my friends. Other people are little more than a puff of smoke in the background of my life. They don't matter. I only take the time to care about people worthy of it. I only fight with people that I care about, and only when the issue isn't petty. That's why I'm so laid back. Callous, rude, stupid strangers are freaks of nature not worth the effort to correct. I simply don't have the energy to care about that many individuals. I will always care about humanity as a whole, but friendship and trust are things earned over time. I try to keep things as simple as I can, because drama will push itself through anyway.

To all my friends and family, I truly love you.

I WANT MY MP3s!
Sunday, August 18, 2002

Well, I'm back at Tech. My room is a work in progress, but it's getting more homey again. I promise, there won't be a white spot left on the wall when I'm through with all the pictures. The family left not long ago. They brought my computer, nifty leather swivel chair, and other assorted coolness with them. We ate Chinese, ran to Wally World, then they split. Right now all I'm waiting for is a response to my Resnet request, then I'll be back to my beloved downloads. Got a list of stuff to do already, plus a CD or two still to make for my dad. Then I'll be back on AIM too (my lifeline to my friends).

Looks like it's going to be a hell of a semester. Besides the usual sixteen hours of classes, there's the Salt Lake City conferences to organize, weekly work study, the writers' group to kick into gear, the drama troupe is still hard at work, and I'd like to do stuff with the Backdoor Playhouse too, plus I hope to work at O'Charley's one day a week. Also, I have this feeling in the back of my mind that the school-year drama will come on quickly this semester. I hope I'm wrong.

I am VERY excited about the writers' group. Already people are talking to me about ideas they came up with over the summer. If we can actually get something shown the first one or two meetings, maybe that will encourage people to show up to more afterwards :-D. If nothing else, there's always offering free food.

Now, a petty gripe: Ok, so this guy calls this morning and it's a wrong number. I tell him so, rather politely, and he comes back with "thanks for shit". I mumbled "no problem" or something as I hung up the phone and crawled back under the covers. A minute later, I realized what he'd said. What the hell did he want from me, an apology that some chick slipped him the wrong number to avoid his moody butt? It's just so immature and stupid to come back with a smart ass remark against someone you don't even know, who has done ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to you.

That's all for now. Later.

I'm Homesick.
Friday, August 16, 2002

To Erica, Carly, and the parents: I love you guys, and I WILL miss you (believe it or not). I think of you at school sometimes and wonder what you're doing, if you're getting along, and if there's anything you want to tell ME. I think I'm going to miss you more this year, if only because there seemed to be less fighting a bickering during the summer than usual. Maybe we're maturing? I can only hope. Sister-like-peoples, I appreciate you guys signing the guestbook, and I'm very proud of you for it (since you both asked). You BETTER write me over the school year. Let me know what you're up to, even if it's short messages or even forwards. Just let me know you're alive.

All that being said, I can't WAIT to get back to Tech. The latter portion of the evening I spent looking through photos on the honors webpage ... yes, I was that bored. My eyes started watering up, but I think that was from spending too much time in front of TV screens/computer monitors today. In any case, I miss you guys SO MUCH! This is me being very eager to get back. Lots'o warm fuzzies to everyone out there who puts up with me, without making me feel like I'm being "put up with". Get it? Yeah, I enjoy being unnecessarily grammatically, syntaxically complex. To my hallmates, dramamates, other assorted geeky friends, etc, I love you all and I'll see you tomorrow. (Tomorrow is Friday, in case you didn't know. It was just past midnight as I started this entry, so it'll say I wrote this on Friday, but I still consider it Thursday since I haven't slept yet). Laterz.

Assorted Inconsequential Events
Wednesday, August 14, 2002

Last night I watched Kung Pow with Tiffany and a dude named Shane. It was trippy, very very trippy, but had it's hysterical moments. The opening scene with the baby, (esepecially the baby hill-rolling lady scene) was great. I recommend it to anyone with more than slightly askew humor, or who's seen a lot of old kung fu movies. If anybody else HAS seen it, please let me know if you agree that Ben Stiller would have been better in the lead. Also, I think the chica's voice sounds like Miss Piggy, and that Master Pain's voice came from the villianous character on Speedracer. Anybody else got any ideas?

Today I saw Signs at the Opry Mills Theater. Dude, that movie rocked! Not many scary movies get my full-fledged approval, but this movie had me on the edge of my seat all the way to the end (and the ending wrapped everything up in a surprising, non-cheesy way). EVERYONE needs to go see this movie. Get off your swivel-chair-cushioned butt and get to a theater NOW. The director kicks butt, Mel Gibson kicks butt, and even the Culkin brother kicks butt. It's awesome, go see Signs.

A musical recommendation: Red Hot Chili Peppers rock like few bands can. Their newest song, "By the Way", is friggin addictive. I love the changes in tempo and Anthony Kiedis's voice has this oddly hypnotic quality, moreso than in their other songs (at least I hear it). Overall, I love the band. Extra kudos goes to RHCP having consistently interesting, unique videos. My favorite is still "Around the World" (I mean, whatever he's doing to that wispy woman of swirling color, it's sexy, and so is he), but the one for "By the Way" comes in a close second. It's hilarious AND action-packed. The cab driver looks like the the offspring of Weird AL and some skanky mullet-wearing redneck, yet the video is still cool. This has to defy some fundamental natural law.

I STILL haven't found my CDs, and I'm getting SO frustrated. Any words of consolation would be greatly appreciated.

Tomorrow I'll get my last lake adventure for the summer. A few friends from highschool should be joining me. (Yeah, I planned everything at the last possible minute.) Then I'll be back in Cookevegas on Friday. Till I see you guys again, adios.

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