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PICTURES!!!!!!last updated 02-28-04

4-27-04: mse2001 That was gross, I feel sick, bed!

4-25-04: springfinals Its time to put an end to a horrible semester. God, I don't know if I'm ready for this.

4-22-04: procrastinator That's what I am. I had an enormous amount of free time today and set myself a simple work goal. Now it is 4:00 in the morning and I am still not done with this seemingly easy task. Way to go John!

4-05-04: dogonit So in the end Georgia Tech lost. We picked a horrible night to have bad shooting, and Connecticut was absolutly on fire. I am sure that no one could have beat UConn the way that they played tonight. As much as it hurts to say, UConn deserved that championship. Georgia Tech had an amazing season and an amazing run. Jarrett, Ish, Luke, Will, B.J, Marvin, Anthony, Theodis, and the rest of the team I will not soon forget about, and they have made themselves a place in Georgia Tech's history. Thanks for the great season guys.

4-04-04: four There are an awful lot of fours in todays date. AND HOW?!

4-03-04: forty Thats how many minutes Georgia Tech is away from a national championship. What an amazing year, what an amazing run, and way to pull out five close games. Just one more. Good luck huskies.

3-26-04: elite If you missed the GT vs. Nevada game then you missed a really good game. They were a good team, but hey, so were we. BJ Elder got hurt in the first few minutes and was out for the game, but we made it without him. Everyone really stepped up and the level of defence that we played was really high. Also, the Bynum layup where he did a frontflip is one of the most amazing shots I have ever seen. GO JACKETS!!! You nasty Jayhawks are next...

3-23-04: times Now I get the New York Times for free everyday. I think someone is trying to put the technique out of buisness.

3-21-04: balrog So now I have the highest human scores on both of the pinball machines. Go me!!!

3-16-04: snakes Those guys just won!!! Now if only they can take Kentucky...

3-15-04: rattlers Those boys are going dancing. Ironically, they were on my plane to Atlanta on my way back to Tech. Go FAMU!

3-10-04: crawfordville I don't know if I even spelled that right. But I did it again. I went to a whole 'nother city just to eat hardees. I'm CRAZY!!!

3-07-04: coin Four things had to happen for Georgia Tech to get the third seed in the ACC tournament (a far better seed than fourth, you don't play duke until the finals), NC State had to beat Wake Forest, We had to beat FSU, Duke had to beat UNC, and we had to win a coin toss. NC State took care of buisness, and we squeaked by FSU about two hours later. That night, Duke pulled off the win in an exciting game. Tonight, after all that that had happened, we lost the damn coin toss. Now how much does that suck. Way to go ACC.

3-05-04: yestersemester Thats a word I just made up. Also, it was a brighter time when I had thoughts of making all As still in my head. Now things are looking a whole lot more grim. Fortunetly I am getting a break, starting today. Hopefully this will help with my situation.

3-04-04: physics or to be more specific, PHYS2212 at Georgia Tech is one of the many tools of the devil I believe.

3-03-04: duke Who says you can't win in Cameron?

3-01-04: seminole It seems that I might end up being one for the summer. Hooray!

2-28-04: engineer I tell people that I am a ramblin', gamblin', hell of a one all the time. But is it really what I want? Am I at the right school? Why did I forget to fill out the form? Why am I asking all these questions? FREAK OUT!!! <--- Thats a song.

2-26-04: snow Once when I was really little, it snowed in Florida. Before today, that was the only time that I had ever seen snow. Apparently there was a storm last night, and when I woke up, Atlanta was covered with white. To say the least it was very cool and seemed to make Georgia Tech more beautiful than it already is. Because I have classes, and normally attend them, i didn't really get to play much in the morning snow, but I do know what it is like to walk through it now (much easier than walking on the icy sidewalks), on my way to take a calculus quiz I saw a kid tobogganing down the snowy hill in a cardboard box. It really made my day. It wasn't even that cold out, snow is mysterious to us southerners. I did make a point to take some pictures of what it looked like so all the viewers of this website could see what GT looks like one day out of every year. Enjoy.

2-23-04: denjin I finally drew that robot I have been meaning to draw. You can see him in the picture section. WOO!

2-22-04: stupid I went to a basketball game today. Tech lost in a close good match partially due to the obviously unbalanced calls by the officials. One of the lighter parts of the game was when the big TV displayed two kids, maybe middle school age. One wore a shirt that stated "I'm with stupid" and the other wore a shirt that said "REF". Really clever kids.

2-16-04: luck Have you ever had one of those days where when it started, it felt like it was going to be your lucky day, but then all the sudden you realized that you sucked at chemistry and were unsure if you wanted to pursue your major and things became rotten? I have had those before. As a side, I really like to take pictures, but most of the things that I take pictures of I couldn't justify putting on my picture page. If anyone of you people reading this has something in perticular that you would like me to take a picture of and post on this site go ahead and email me and I will see if I can take and post the picture. YAY.

2-15-04: luke Today I was at the arcade, and one of my friends looked at me and said "hey", I was like, "what", and he pointed to the pinball machines and said, isn't that "Luke Schenscher?" I looked at the pinball machine and then I looked up, and low and behold, it was Luke, the center for the Georgia Tech basketball team. You can think to yourself, 7'1, thats big, but when you see a 7'1 aussie in real life you are like WOAH! thats big. Oh, and to dispell some rumors that I have been hearing recently, no, I don't look anything like Mr. Schenscher, but Shawn Wright does.

2-12-04: raffle I won a raffle! WOO!

2-11-04: goals How can someone ask you what your goals are and then use your responce to decide if they should hire you. I can't think of a better way to end up hiring the most charming liar. I just wrote about my goals, but it took a lot out of me. I can't work in my room anymore, so tonight, to write about my goals, i decided to go outside and sit on a bench, and type them up on my PDA. Unfortunetly, I decided to bring my camera (a very distracting toy). Even more unfortunetly, it was raining. I am stubborn, so I decided to go outside anyway. 20 minutes later or so I ended up at the student center. I watched some sports center, bought a cherry coke, got some potato skins, sat down, and wrote some of the most horrible crap I have ever said (except maybe yesterday at 4AM). But I started, and I will be done tomorrow. And thats what matters. As far as my real goals go, I didn't completely make them up. I want to feel successful, and I want to make a significant change in the world. Engineers can do this you know. It's good being me.

2-10-04: gay Warning: this entry includes bad words and ideas that are not 'politically correct'. I came up with it at 4:00 AM on AIM and I thought that I should publish it. Highlight if you want to see it.

-what i really hate is when i say something like, "gays are assholes who stick their things into other guy's assholes" and people are like, "shut up you stupid christian"
-and I'm like "I'm hardly even christian you prejudice bastard"
-i'm a reactionary
-now its like being gay is a good thing, and being christian is bad
-what is wrong with the country
-lord knows someone is going to take it over soon
-presumably a gay country
-like france

Note: this was all far more awesome when i said it.

2-9-04: ARRHG Have you ever gotten the feeling that you are both very amusing and very strange, but mainly strange, but you don't care because you are so amusing? Yeah, me too.

2-8-04: wallet wallet: Thomas just won a Regional Soccer match, and Trevor just told me he wants more daily words. I told him I liked his colors (garnet and gold), he told me he liked my face, I said thanks, but there was still nothing between us, he told me I looked like our center, I told him he looked like a hobbit, He told me he knew the center's girlfriend's sister. At this point I knew what I had to do, I had to bring word of the day back.
I know that I always seem to bring it up when I do it, but its just always so interesting. Tonight, I did laundry. When I had just finished drying my clothes (without the assistance of God mind you, engineers are by their very nature God fearing men, and would thus rather pay two dollars to dry their laundry than to get God to do it for free), I noticed that their was a wallet sitting on the table. No one else was in the room. In other words, this was a golden oppertunity (assuming you don't go to Rhodes, land of the honor code). I thought about what I should do by referencing one of the futurama episodes in my head. Like Dr. Zoidburg, I asked myself, "What would the robut do?" The answer to the question was obvious. The robut would take the wallet. But again I started thinking. "I am not a crab, I am not a robut, and I am not animated," I said. So I did what only 5% of the people in this country would do, I left it there and tended to my clothes. Later someone came in and was talking on his cell about how he lost his wallet. I pointed it out to him (it was hidden under my clothes), and he thanked my twice. When he left, he thanked me again. He was obviously very greatful, and why shouldn't he have been, I, or anyone else, could have taken the wallet. But I didn't, and it was the right thing to do. Wouldn't it be nice if someone did the same thing for you.

1-29-04: torn Earlier tonight I was torn as to how I will spend the evening of tuesday next week. I could either see a press screening of Barbershop 2 for free, or stay on campus and watch Georgia Tech face off against FSU (a team that I have just recently acquired respect for). Ultimatly, I decided that the love I have for Georgia Tech and her basketball team coupled with my ties to FSU and the fact that my parents were going to drive for five hours to see a similar game, overpowered the coolness of seeing a press screening and finally getting published. I will surely have another chance with the newspaper. Completely off-topic, I found myself reading a UChicago message board tonight. Frankly, the people on it pissed me off. They all thought that U of C was their atheist God's gift to the world and simultaniously complained and backed up the large tuition that the school charged. One of them even went as far as to comment on one of the things that I have always kindof wondered about 'liberal' arts schools, "Most of us are proud to be paying 120K to learn completely non-aplicable skills". He then went on about how people changed jobs a lot so it is good to not have any "applicable" or "job-specific" skills. Frankly, it was simultaniously stupid and confusing (it is 4:00AM, give me a break). Oh yeah, then he talked about how $4 Billion isn't a lot of money, because U of C has a real good faculty. Well, I think that I have finally found the perfect place to work if you happen to be a phD who excels in some sort of inapplicable field. God, and then he said the going to Chicago proved that he was smart. To sum all that ranting up, that dude was tore up. (I knew that was all going to tie in somehow)

1-26-04: insomnia I haven't really been keeping up with my internet site lately, or any other forms of writing for that matter. Maybe then, what is happening right now to me, is a punishment handed out by the gods of literature. You see, I cannot sleep. This is extremely strange. For one thing, I spend most of my life quite tired, and ready to drift off at any time, in fact, I have been known to miss significant parts of lectures while in my own strange dream world. It is the oddest feeling to be having a dream about something, and then to wake up and flail around trying to press the snooze button on your alarm clock only to realize that you are fondling the back of the person in the desk in front of you, it is 12:35 PM, and you just missed some sort of discussion about the configuration of elements in crystals. Anyway, right now it is 3:18 AM according to the clock on my PDA, and I am not able to sleep. My alarm is set for 9:00 AM which gives me five hours and forty-one minutes until I have to wake up and start tomorrow, now five hours and forty minutes. I like to try and get eight hours of sleep every night. I hear that it is good for you. This seems like it might be an impossible task for me tonight for two reasons. 1) it is 3:21 right now and my alarm is set for 9:00. 2) I am not going to skip math class tomorrow. When I originally set up my schedule, none of my classes started until 11:00. Unfortunately, my math class was taught by a professor Zhang, who I am not convinced knows English better than I know Spanish. I read the weirdest book called fight club. The main character (or protagonist, for those of you who like big words), was an insomniac. He said that it made everything seem like a copy of a copy of a copy, nothing real. Well, I can't sleep either, but things feel pretty real still, or maybe just one copy removed from reality. Surely I am not looking at the pink colored carbon copy from the very bottom. The last time that I had this problem, I decided to stay up all night. Unfortunately, with about an hour and a half to go, I grew tired and went to bed. The next day sucked.
As a final thought, would you be insulted if someone from MTV came up to you and asked "Would you like to be on MTV's new show, Club Cool? It is basically a show where we take socially-inept, yet potentially attractive people such as yourself, and give them a makeover, hair, nails, take you shopping, and basically turn you into what MTV considers to be your ideal self thus enabling you to finally join the ranks that you could only dream about before, as a member of the popular yet overly-commercial, cool club". I was a little bit. And because of it I blew my only chance ever to join the cool club. Damn.

1-25-04: résumé Today I wrote a resume for myself. It is suprising how good you can make yourself look if you just make sure to exclude certain things and put emphasis on the few things that you managed to do well. I am sure that everyone has their problems, the whole trick is not letting people know about them. On a related note, I hate French. I don't know why, but I started thinking this when I was out walking. People say that Americans are not liked by the world because they are so into themselves. Lord, no one is as stuck up as the French.

1-21-04: lavendrye Its that time of the month...

1-19-04: documentary I recently discovered that my super-de-duper awesome camera phone can not be used as a cell phone. Fortunetly, making up for this lack of capabilities, I also discovered that it could shoot videos. In light of this discovery, I have decided that it is in the best interest of everyone, if I start shooting a series of documentaries about various things that I come up with. The series will be titled 'John Guthrie, Ramblin' and a Wreck'. I though for about 3 minutes about what some of the topics of these documentaries should be while I was walking back to my dorm from dinner, but I drew multiple blanks. Surely though, I will be able to come up with something. To pull ya'll over for the time being, here is a video of me. Cheers.

1-17-04: bynum Tonight I watched what might have been one of the best games that I have ever gone to. I have totally fallen in love with the sport of basketball. I went to the game with one of my friends that I convinced to go. We went an hour early so that we would be one of the first 1500 students there (thus allowing us to enter the collusium) and we barely made it. I only saw three open seats when we made it to the second student section. We gladly took them and then waited for the game. Anyway, the game happened, I yelled a lot, the atmosphere was awesome, the refs sucked, and we won by ten. There was one player on our team named Will Bynum. He has not had that spectacular of a year, but he had an amazing night. He put down 5 three pointers, and got 25 points total. He showed some of the best moves that I have seen come out of a college hoops player. He left defenders on the ground and himself in the clear, everytime he worked his amazing crossover. So here's to Will. Good game man.

1-14-04: welcome You know, if I ever want to get anywhere in this would, I'd better learn how to stop being awkward and saying stupid things in front of people that I don't know. Word of advice: when someone says 'welcome' don't nod and respond 'welcome'
God, none of this would happen if I would just stop trying to be polite.

1-12-04: bagel Tonight for dinner, I had my absolute favorite dish, the bagel supreme. They are so good, it is half of a bagel with tomato sauce on it, topped with sausage, ham cubes, and an assortment of vegetables. On the top they put tons of cheese, and then toast the whole things. It comes out hot and heavenly. Anyway, this got me thinking... there should be some sort of bagel fast food place. They could make bagels with lots of stuff and them and call them Bag. Macs (with a long a of course). Man that would be cool. If the price was right I would buy one.

1-11-04: chapel Brittney Spears is a nut, and losing is not fun.

1-10-04: fight No I didn't get into a fight, but I didn't get the book that I am going to be reading for my english class either. I guess that leaves me something to do tomorrow. How many people knew that fight club was a book?

1-9-04: segregation While I was eating dinner tonight I realized that segregation might not be all that bad of an idea. Before you label me a racist or something of the like, let me explain myself. I came into Woodruff dining hall at 7:00PM, or what I call, 'primetime'. Normally at 'primetime', there are lots of options as to what to eat, and normally at least one of them is 'good' or 'tasty'. Well, tonight looked to be the exception to the rule, as the staff seemed to be taking the day off. There were hardly any options, even less food, and no good food. Because of this, I did what I always do in these situations, toast myself up a bagel and then complain to whoever has the pleasure of sitting with me about how I didn't really want the bagel but I was forced into getting it by the apparently fascist staff. Actually, being the wily engineer-to-be that I am, I didn't settle for the norm of just getting a bagel, and actually got some raison toast with butter to go with it. Of course after all of the strenuous exercise that I got today, the bagel and the toast did not satisfy my appetite. I had to go back; I had to get something else. But what would I get? I thought about this for about half a second and settled on Fruit Loops (the food that I always eat when I am in doubt). I went up to the ten gallon container that contains the fruit loops, selected a semi-clean bowl from the pile, and then glanced in at the cereal that was soon to become a part of me. To my horror, and this brings me back to the point of this article, there was not only fruit loops in the container, but also another cereal, which I will call "whole grain lumps" for effect. I didn’t want to eat whole grain lumps, I wanted to eat fruit loops. But at the same time I did not make that 50 foot walk to the cereal area for nothing. I took a deep breath and then started shoveling the contents of the container to my bowl, trying my hardest to only get fruit loops but realizing more and more that the whole grain lumps were there to stay. I poured the 2% milk into my bowl (with minimal splattering of course), and I sat back to my table. Well, I was not naïve enough to think that what my bowl contained tasted like fruit loops, but I was foolish enough to give it a try. It was at the time that the taste first infested my mouth that I came to my revelation. Integration is bad (and no I am not talking about the kind you do in Calculus, but I am sure many would still agree if I was). Segregated, both the fruit loops and the whole grain lumps were able to thrive, and exist in happiness, but together, they formed a melting pot from hell, and giving another example of a situation where the whole was far less than the sum of its parts. In the world of yesterday people who enjoyed eating fruit loops could eat fruit loops and people who enjoyed whole grain lumps could have all the whole grain lumpiness that they desired. But in the world of today the mindset has changed. Sure, maybe more people were ‘employing’ fruit loops into their mouths, and maybe the whole grain lumps were upset about it. Still, by no means was the 'affirmative action' of the staff, mixing the whole grain lumps with the more popular fruit loops, justified. The only thing that this 'equal opportunity' stand did was create a system where no one could be happy and all of the cereals were forced to coexist with their hated rivals. I acknowledge that we live in a world where things are not equal. People constantly impede on the rabbit's pursuit of happiness, and many others mock Tony because of the way that he rolls his 'R's. Steps need be taken, things need to be done, but doing away with the time honored tradition of segregation is not the answer.

1-8-04: quep Today I got what I had been waiting for in the mail, a cool little keyboard for my Pocket PC. The box that carried it was very small and very lightweight. And when I was opening the box, I actually had doubts as to whether there was a keyboard in it or not. I was releaved when I actually got the whole thing opened up and I saw the cute little shell holding the keyboard. Well, everyone knows that you can not type on a shell, so I started looking for a way to figuratively get my keyboard to come out of the closet. Low and behold, there was a button on the front. I pressed it and to my glee the keyboard opened up revealing its 38 keys. It was just about the smallest keyboard that I had ever seen (about 6 inches in lenght ) and it weighed less than a pound. 38 keys though? That was the fewest keys I had ever seen on a keyboard. Even the oldest keyboards that I can remember came with 101 keys. Fortunetly, there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and only 10 numbers, that leaves the final two keys for space bar and enter. Unfortunetly, of the 38, only nine were letters (Q, W, E, P, A, S, L, Z, X), and only two numbers (1, 2). I did fortunetly get an enter key but the space bar was nowhere to be found. Granted, there are lots of really useful words that I can spell with those letters (please for example), and the ability to type 'asl' will doubtlessly be sufficient to most online conversations. I still feel ripped off though. I think that this whole 'less is more' way of thinking has gone way too far. I mean, the ipod was bearable, this is just ridiculous. Time to go watch the lady jackets play the dookies.

1-7-04: georgia We put the fun back in fundamentalist extremism.

1-6-04: axim I was going to make the word of the day today axim, and then brag about how cool it was to be updating my site through the use of my new Pocket PC and the wireless internet. Unfortunetly, updating my site apparently involves the use of some sort of javascript or something that the poor little machine just can't handle. Anyway, I went ahead and made axim the WOTD, but I am typing as usual on my keyboard at my computer. Ironic no?

1-5-04: zang Today when I went into Dr. Zhang's Calculus III class, I was expecting the beginning of a hard course. But as soon as Dr. Zhang began speaking, I knew that it would be much more difficult than I had ever anticipated. I couldn't understand anything that the guy was saying. He started drawing pictures on the board of vectors and such, but everything coming out of his mouth was gibberish. I was in the back of the classroom. The marker that Dr. Zhang was using was clearly past its prime, and one of the students asked him if he wouldn't mind changing writing utincils so as she could see what he was writing. He made a kindof confused gesture and then continued doing whatever it was he was doing. More students asked if he wouldn't mind changing markers, but he responded in a way making it clear that he did not understand. I decided I could not put up with such a chaotic class that I couldn't understand, so I pulled out my Pocket PC (a wonderful Christmas present), hooked it up to the wireless internet, and proceeded to transfer into another math class. As I didn't want to be rude, I stayed in the class for the remaining 20 minutes or so, playing around on the internet some more. After the class I did get to hear the brilliant comment, "shouldn't knowing english be a prerequisite for being a teacher?" and thus, it wasn't all a waste. That comment, and my physics professor's calculator policy, "Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a damn", really made my day. Zang!

1-4-04: lemon Today was my last day of the Christmas vacation. The whole thing was rather nice, and I'm not so sure that I am ready to get back to work. The fall semester turned out ok but I am counting on the upcoming spring semester to go even better. My schedule is set, I have a plane ticket, and at 11:05 tomorrow I will be sitting in the large lecture hall in the college of computing, beginning a class on inorganic chemistry (a study of dead things I suppose). For as long as I can remember, I have enjoyed drinking a glass of water with a touch of lemon. Even though I brought lemon juice to Tech with me, I never made such a drink for myself. I don't own any glasses or spoons and Atlanta has sewage issues, so I doubt that it would be the same. Nothing symbolizes my Tallahassee home to me quite like my glasses of lemon water with a long spoon sticking out. Its such a relaxing thing to drink, and it always rises the spirits. Anyway, how appropriate it is that right now I am enjoying such a glass of lemon water before going to bed and then waking up to the rush of real life and the horror of the TSA. It makes me smile.

1-3-04: rivals Today was a day filled with lots of sports matchups that I cared about. Georgia Tech faced Tulsa in the Humanitarian Bowl in Boise, and played hoops against those damn dogs in Athens. The Humanitarian bowl was great. P.J. Daniels had a career day, rushing for over 300 yards. Tech had Tulsa beat all over and ended their season on a good note, wining 52-10. The basketball game was completely different. UGA got a huge lead that Tech was able to catch up from. The game went into overtime and GT hit a last second game tying three. Unfortunetly Georgia pulled ahead again, and the next last dish effort didn't fall. The first loss is always hard, but against Georgia, thats almost unbearable. The feeling that I felt after the game was either the worst or second worst feeling that I have had in my life.

On a completely unrelated note, I did learn something over the Christmas holiday. You see, I got gloves and I asked my mom where I should put them. She told me to put them in the glove compartment. Haha.

12-06-03: mcdonalds Have you ever watched a Yellow Jackets basketball game? Have you ever seen someone win a basketball game by more than 50? If you asked these questions, I would say 'once, tonight.'

12-05-03: dayjavous I apoligize to myself and everyone else who looks at this site for not updating for so long. Its just that I have been busy/uninspired. I was gonna update last night, but something horrible happened. It all started at 10:00 last night... I was looking in the mirror and I realized that I could clerly see the outline of my ribs. Next thing you know, I am thinking to myself, "John, I hope that you aren't getting anorexic or something". Thoughts like this are always rather unsettling, so I did what any logical person would do, and decided to go eat. As I am sure everyone knows, it is getting cold in Atlanta, so cold in fact, that it is rather inadvisable to go outside wearing nothing but boxers (what I was wearing at the time). I knew that I had to put something on, but what? The first thing I thought of was my long johns (I really like that name), but after putting them on, and feeling how comfortable they were I remembered two things: 1) My brother refusing to be seen with me in public when I wore bed clothes out in public, and 2) The rule of thumb which states that the comfort of your clothing is inversely proportional to the publics level of acceptance of it. I groaned, knowing that I had logically defeated my primitave urge to go out in my flannels, and I took them off in favor of some jeans. After all of this turmoil I was in a rush to go eat and in the mood to be a rebel, so I said "hell if I'm going to put on shoes, I'm going in my reefs". So I grabbed my hat, slipped on the sandals, and I was off to woodruff. I have written about woodys before, and I doubt that anyone really enjoys it (I sure don't). Besides, it isn't important what I ate, what is important is the fact that it was drizzling outside, and around 40 degrees. After filling up, I headed back to the dorm. It was freezing outside so I started power walking. I was back at the front door of caldwell in no time, but it was to no avail, as I had made the one mistake that I swore to myself I would never make again (dear readers, I am sure you can guess what this is). Anyway, my emotions began to rage, I screamed obscenities in my head and half muttered them outloud, I looked like a fool, and I was acting a fool, though every arrogant thing I have ever thought or said suggested otherwise, I knew I was a fool and so did all of my onlookers. I couldn't take the reality of the situation so I got down in the broken doorway of caldwell and curled up in what I will term a semi-fetal position. I sat like this for some time until a resident of my dorm and his three girlfriends approached me. The look he gave to me inquired "What the hell is wrong with you" and demanded "Get out my way cracker". I slowly looked up at him, noticing the rain lightly falling a few feet behind him. The rain seemed to symbolize how I felt, wet and cold. Actually, now that I think about it, the rain was the cause of my aforementioned coldness and wetness. I spoke. "dude, this doors broken" He gave me a half-nod that wasn't necessarily friendy, but did confirm that I had actually said something to the guy rather than just thinking about saying it in my head. The 'dude' and his company went to the other door, and 'dude' reached for his pocket. He pulled out what I had been lacking, and I figured that it was time to make my move. Ever so casually, I followed the group through the door. Their destination was upstairs, and though I consided continuing my pursuit, frankly I was beginning to freak myself out, so instead I walked to the familiar door of 109. Eric wasn't there. Damn, I had feared this from the outset. What was I going to do now. I had to get out of this funk, and I had lots of time to kill. I went to the bathroom to think things through. I hate to use bad words, but I have to say this. Shit smells different in Georgia. I don't know quite what it is, but the unfamiliar, yet somehow completely disgusting smell of our floors bathroom is one of the few things that I really hate about Tech. The odor clogged my senses and there was no way that I was going to be able to think in that metaphorical paper factory. I needed to grow some wheels, but spontanious generation has never been one of my talents. I left the bathroom and caught the red bus just as it was about to leave (besides GT winning, the only high spot of the night). I thanked the bus driver for getting me out of the horrible cold and finally on the road to recovery. The bus started off about a minute after I boarded, my destination, the student center. It wasn't a bad ride, and when I got out and saw the big screen television at the student center, everything felt better. I watched Duke play an amazing game of basketball, and Michigan State prove that they had no place in the top 10. When it was over I watched Sports Center. When that was over I came back. Things didn't go quite as smoothly as I had hoped, but everything worked out in the end (it always does for me). Unfortunetly, I couldn't update this site yesterday because of all of that. But now that I am back, I think I will stay back. Cheers.

11-19-03: end As the end of the semester grows closer and closer, I become more and more confused. Someone else is currently working on a paper for me that will determine 20% of my grade in one of my classes. Also, I have a test in the Calculus two tomorrow for which I hardly know any of the material at all. I am pretty sure that I will do bad on it. In addition to all of this, when I went into the bathroom, I found an official school newsletter advising me to procrastinate, or maybe not (the newsletter wasn't really sure of its point). Procrastanation is what got me into this mess in the first place, and it isn't as if the students at Tech are severely lacking in procrastination techniques and need a bathroom publication to remind them to. Anyway, I read the little story (which I would classify in the genre of bathroom humor), and the moral struck me as so retarded, that I decided to spread the word on my site. If you wish to see it click HERE otherwise, don't.

11-18-03: basketball Today the basketball season began for Georgia Tech with the first round of the preseason NIT tournament. Tech played a great game and destroyed LLU 79-45. I think that the basketball season is going to be fun. In other news, I got wet today when it rained and I had fun with my camera resulting in a picture page update. I put way more work into it than the word today, so I hope all of the readers will enjoy.

11-17-03: headset The other day I was walking down a sidewalk, coming back from a class or something when I saw a guy walking by himself, coming towards me. I noticed that he was talking to himself, and I thought, 'now thats a tad odd'. The person talking to himself then started laughing. We were getting rather close to each other at this point, and I was beginning to get scared. I steered clear of him on the walk, and as I passed him, I noticed that he was infact not talking to himself, but was rather using a cell phone with a headset. This explained a lot, and also gave me an idea. I sometimes talk to myself when I walk by myself. It is normally done in a narrative manner similar to how I write. Unfortunetly, when people see me just talking to myself or laughing at one of my thoughts, they often give me uneasy looks. This could all be simply avoided if I just had a headset, and pretended that I was talking on the phone to someone. Oh what a brilliant plan.
Speaking of the thoughts I think, today at breakfast, I went into overdrive and started writing on a napkin at the time I thought I should publish these thoughts, but it seems more appropriate now to simply publish the napkin.

11-16-03: overloaded Tonight I realized something. This may come as a shock, but if you go three months without ever taking out the garbage, the garbage bags will overflow. Thanks to my roommate, the garbage includes lovely things like coffee grains and coconut juice in it. I'm really not quite sure what I am going to do, but my room smells awful and it is time to empty the trash. Oh yeah, and there is nothing sexy at all about dressing up like an anime girl. Thats just strange.

11-13-03: dinner I am in quite the good mood right now, and I have done some things that other people have called ‘impossible’ and ‘stuff you just can’t do at Tech’. In case you were wondering what these things are, I hate to brag, but on the last three tests I have taken, I have gotten 100% on. They include one huge math exam and two physics tests. The second of the physics tests I got back today after the announcement that the class average was an abysmal 52%. I am reasonably sure that I have never been this far ahead of the curve. Anyway, I guess what I have been doing has really been working. The only ‘negative’ side effect of this new me is that I have become somewhat of a perfectionist. I expect to perform extremely well on everything I do now (just to clarify for people who don’t know what a perfectionist is). Its been quite the transformation from the old me that used to walk the halls of Rickards High. Anybody who remembers what I was like or ever caught a glance of one of my report cards would know quite well that I was no perfectionist. I was afraid at one point that I would not even graduate high school, and here I am now, potentially at the top of my class at a school packed with far more talent than Rickards has ever had. But enough about all this, I just had to get it off my chest. Let me talk about my dinner. I had just finished playing DDR, and I was a bit hungry. The time was 8:20 when I left the student center, so I was probably at Woodruff at about 8:30. When I arrived, there was a line in front of the register. I found this to be a bit odd at first, but then I realized that the holdup was caused by someone whose buzz card was not registering properly with the scanning thingy. This is a problem that I have suffered through a few times myself, so I was sympathetic, and didn’t mind the wait too much. When I went to pick up my tray and silverware, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that there was a plentiful amount of each utensil in the buckets. I moved on to see what I was going to eat. I chose burritos. I picked up a burrito, put some stuff on it, cut a slice of the oddest-looking pie that I have ever seen, and then went to get a drink. I picked up a cup and pushed it against the ice dispenser. Nothing happened so I did it again. All that I heard was the little click sound that meant it was empty. I figured I would give it one more shot and then move to another machine. The other machine was full of ice, and I finally got my cocoholic beverage. I looked around the dining hall to see if I could spot anyone I knew. I didn’t, and this surprised me, but there was really nothing that I could do about it, so I sat down by myself, and ate, and thought about how happy I was, and thought about how I was going to write about my dinner, and thought how odd it was that none of the people that I normally met at the dining were there. The burrito was good, and the pie I was able to stomach. I got another burrito. I didn’t get another pie. I thought that it was about time to try something innovative and new that I had seen another student do a few days back. That’s right, I was going to make a coke float. I grew excited about the whole awesomeness of what I was about to do as I walked towards the ice cream machine. This excitement was replaced with the opposite of excitement (disappointment), when I saw that the handle to the vanilla ice cream had been taken off the machine signaling that the workers at Woodruff wanted to make me upset (The chocolate ice cream was of course still working, but this didn’t really matter to me. It doesn’t matter if you can stomach a cow pie, you still don’t make floats out of chocolate ice cream). After staring at the place where the removed handle should have been for about a minute and twenty seconds, I decided the time had come to move on. I got some puddin’ (chocolate puddin’) and I ate it (though it was not all that good). After all this I drank half of my floatless Coke, and left, noting that there was still no one that I knew in the dining hall. How odd.

11-12-03: pubussy Yeah, I don't know what it means either.

11-11-03: revelation I came to kind of a revelation last night. It caused me to have another somewhat sleepless night, and is a bit personal, so I am not going to share it. Anyway, one of the things that I decided while I was not sleeping was that I would cut myself off from AIM for a week, to prevent contact with the outside world. Considering that I normally have it on all the time, this is going to be a big change for me. Also, could people please send me some limericks, I don't care how bad they are. I need some things to post on my limericks site. Maybe you are a poet and didn't know it. HAHAHA.

11-10-03: soap I bought soap today. This might not seem like too great of an accomplishment, but if you were one of the people that has to be near me sometimes, you would be just as excited as me.

11-5-03: vacuum Do you know what sucks? I will tell you. Registration. Registering for classes when all the classes that you wanted to take and had planned out in advance that you were going to take are closed. Registering and group projects when none of the other members of the group do any work and the project is due the next day and you emailed them 4 days earlier about how they had better do their part but they don't and instead email you back some internet links and then expect you to write the paper that is due the next day. Registration, group projects, and those things that the astronauts relieve themselfs with when they are in the space shuttle. Oh yeah, and vacuums.

NEW: Oh yeah, losing to Duke sucks too.

11-4-03: physics Today was probably my last day in physics lab. I have the option of going to one last one, but it is unlikely that I will do this because we are allowed to drop one lab in physics, and going next week will not do much for me. In addition, the TA basically told us all in the sweetest way possible not to come back. I must say, though it got repetitive, physics lab was one of my favorite classes to go to. It was interactive, and we got to play with fun physics toys. Unlike Chemistry labs also, we always had an idea of what we were experimenting for, not finding it out after the lab was already completed. With that I bid my physics lab adu (or however you spell that). I shall return next semester though for the ever-popular physics two. Well, goodbye, it was good while it lasted (like that sandwich i had earlier).

11-3-03: homoquest For the more squeamish readers, don't worry about today's word. I didn't do anything sick, and thats simply the most offensive word that I can think of that you can get by combining the Online community of everquest players and the real live community of homosexuals. You see, over the past few years as I have grown really secure about my stances on issues, I have become more and more politically incorrect. It isn't that I was this way 'on purpose' per se, I rather have just acquired more of a freedom when it comes to what I say, and I simply speak my mind. I really enjoy going where other people normally don't in conversation, but I have realized that sometimes, its not a good idea. I have gotten in trouble speaking my mind freely before. People misinterpreting what they overhear me say (or possibly even getting it right), have been known to give me menacing glares. And once a worker at McDonalds tried to intimidate me by smashing a cockroach with his foot after hearing me say something about what I had learned in Mr Smith's English class (about black people no doubt). Anyway, there are a lot of people here at Tech that I am cool with, and we 'chill', but i don't know very well. One such guy I was talking to today when he brought up everquest. Remembering a conversation I had a while back on AIM, I quoted myself comparing everquest players to gay people (I'm not going to go over the details, but let me assure you that it was quite the funny AIM conversation that I had). Anyway, the guy I was talking to didn't think that it was nearly as funny as I had, so I quickly changed the subject to something that everybody agrees on here, that class sucks. Thinking back though, I could have really insulted the guy if he was gay, or if he was an everquest player (if he is both that only the lord knows how much I ruined his day). Anyway, I apoligize to the gay community, the everquest community, and all the people that are insulted by what I say. Pissing people off comes with speaking your mind, but I am going to try and be a little more tactful from now on.

10-27-03: testicle (In case you couldn't tell by the word this subject alone might offend some people, if you are one of them, stop reading now) I think that testicles are funny little things. You might be thinking, "Little? Maybe for you, but speak for yourself", which is ok. Go ahead and think like that. They are all small relative to say a basketball. Anyway, they are funny little things, anyone who has ever touched a pair would know this, and I am willing to bet that that is just about everybody considering that on average everyone has one. Last night I began thinking to myself, "Self, I wonder if those things can switch sides" (you must realize that it was approximately two in the morning at this point. Anyway, i fiddled around with them for a little while and realized that they cannot in fact, switch sides (I also learned that fiddling too much can be painful, but that really isn't the point). Its so weird though. I mean, they don't seem to be connected to anything, and it also seems that there is enough manuvering room so that they could switch sides if they wanted. I suppose that it is just one of the great medical mysteries of our time. By the way, I had a ball today (excuse the horrible pun).

10-26-03: schedule Today was one of those days that when I look back from the future, I won't remember. I didn't really do anything of significance today. I did schedule out what my Spring classes might look like. Hopefully the spring will be nice and the rain will go away.

10-25-03: yellow There are three colors that I think go really well with yellow. They are grey, blue, and white. Coincidentally, those are the colors that I wore today . . . link

10-23-03: maryland College football is intense. But we won (7-3)!!!!

10-22-03: sick I feel so sick. And I have a test today, this is horrible. --->Part 2

10-21-03: lie I am going to go and do something I am not sure that I have ever done before. Its because I am feeling really bad about it, but I lied to my parents. It wasn't that big of a lie, and I was only doing it because I didn't want to be bothered. At the same time though, it is gashing at my integrity, and I like to be the type of person who can be trusted. When I was back home and my mom asked what Deborah was doing for Fall Break, I said that I didn't know. Well, I did. She was, and has come to Atlanta. I feel really bad about not being truthful, and I am sorry. It sure is clever of me to announce to the whole world that I am a lier, isn't it? Anyway, the past few days have been great, and I have wanted to write about them. I just haven't had time. So now I am going back and revisiting the few days that I got to spend with my old friend Deborah and her awesome roommate, Arla. It really was a great time. I am sure I will forget some things, but hopefully the recording will be good enough so that it tells the story. Its going to take a few days though, hopefully its worth it. Here's a link----> The Missing Link

10-16-03: problems The Cubs and the Red Sox have problems, and so do I. When I was in Physics lecture today, I saw something amusing. My teacher uses power point to teach, and he had a folder of pdfs containing problems for us to work entitled 'My Problems'. It is the most ammusing folder name I have ever seen.

10-15-03: camera I had something to say, but I forgot what it was. I got a new camera for my birthday. I finally tried it out for real today. I am real happy with the features of the camera, and quite unhappy at the skill of the photographer. I know that I am better than this. Oh, and I got beat 1-8 in tennis today. It was the worst loss I have ever taken. My opponent literally had over 50 winners and I had none. The game I won was a result of him double faulting two or three times, and making errors on the few returns a gave him. It is the most depressing thing that has happened to me at Tech since I realized that no girls play DDR except for two. Well, thats enough ramblin', maybe tomorrow I will write for real.

10-13-03: rickards Today, since I am in Tallahassee and everything, I thought that it would be fun to go and visit Rickards (my high school). To do this, I cut my sleep short in the morning, and did what I haven't done in months, got into the driver seat of a vehicle. The vehicle was my car, the destination was Rickards, and the miscalculations were aplenty. When I got to Rickards, there were no visitor spots, and I was forced to park in the student lot with the fear of a possible towing. When I went into Rickards no one was in the hall, and only Ms. Ray and some other lady were in the IB office. I had an awkward conversation with them. The other lady seemed worried that I was going to steal something, and they both wanted me out (they kept on saying things such as, "What did you want help with again" and "Well, i suppose you have everything you want now don't you"). Eventually, I gave them what they wanted and left. Dr. Newman was busy so I couldn't see her. I walked around a bit more, and I didn't find anyone I even knew. I don't know what my expectations were coming back as an alum, but I am pretty sure that they were not met. I left, going over the speed bumps one last time. I had a serious thirst for nostalgia, so I went to Rallys (there are no Rallys in Atlanta). I ordered what I must have ordered at least a hundred times last year, a bacon cheddar for 99 cents. Just like old times I had to open the door to order, pay, and get my food, and I also didn't have any change to pay for the 6 cents over a dollar it cost. Well, now I have some change, but it is going to sit in my car until I use it again. Also, the burger was quite good. One of the best things that you can order in fast food in my opinion. I loved my Rally's experience, and it really brought me back, in a good way. This is something that doesn't happen much to me. Anyway, lots of other stuff happened on my adventure, but I think only one is worth noting. When I was turning left to get gas I got stuck behind someone. The light was green, and there was a huge hole (no traffic going the other way for at least a quarter of a mile), the person in front of me didn't budge. I got annoyed and looked at them and realized that they were old. I thought to myself 'Oh well, old people suck at driving'. I decided that waiting for the next cycle and the green arrow wouldn't be that bad. The light turned red, and all of the sudden the car in front of me started moving. It edged up a few feet, stopped for about three seconds, and then pulled a U-turn, blatently running the red light. There was no crash, but there very well could have been. I was talking about it later with my dad. He told me that old people are just slower because their reaction time is bad. While I agree with this, it doesn't mean that they can get red confused with green and endanger the lives of others. I have good faith that twelve year olds, if given the chance, could drive just fine. On the other hand, I don't trust senior citizens behind the wheel at all. They can do things like kill tons of innocent people because they got 'confused'. Should there be a minimum age for people to drive, sure. But there should also be a minimum competency level for people to be able to drive too. Just because Joe Montana could throw the football like no one else in his prime doesn't mean that he can do that now. The same holds true with everyone and driving. This concludes my random rant.

10-11-03: home Today was a first for me. I came back to Tallahassee for the first time since I first came to Tech in the middle of August. I also woke up earlier than 8:00 on a weekend for the first time that I can remember. I don't really have much to say, but being back in Florida is nice. Everything feels like it has always been this way. I still remember where things are in the house, and my dog remembers me. FSU is just how I remember them, losing to Miami in an embarrasing manner. I'm only going to be here until Tuesday though, then things will be back to 'normal'. I hope that I can make the most of this.

10-09-03: triflin' When i went to eat dinner and my card wouldn't ring up, the lady at the counter said "thats triflin'" and told me to go on ahead. Man that brings back memories. I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for Mr. Smith's English. That class was triflin'.

10-07-03: technique Surely everyone has seen a movie that was just downright cool. Not because of the individual parts (the plot, characters, special effects), but because it was just downright cool. There aren't many movies like this, and there aren't many people that can make them. But these elite few have an incredible style. I wish that i had a style that I could be really proud of, one that set me away from people, but I really don't. All that aside, I am planning on trying to join the campus newspaper sometime in the future. I don't know what I would write about or anything, but it would sure be fun to get published.

10-06-03: piss It isn't a nice word, or even a nice thing, but when your only bathroom is a public bathroom, you encounter it everyday. I am blessed with a good sense of smell and an extraordinarily large tongue (which helps give me sensitive taste). Anyway, I used to figure that if i only breathed through my mouth in the bathroom, I wouldn't have to smell the piss. While this worked, the smell was replaced by the taste of it, and it is not a pleasant one at all. Anyway, now I only breathe through my nose in bathroom. Nice to know.

10-05-03: fatigue In my introduction to engineering class i learned about failure by fatigue. It is when an object is subjected to a stress that is not enough to break it so many times, that eventually the object is weakened and fails due to the stress. Apparently, and rather obviously, this is an important factor in engineerring. Anyway, I believe that this saturday I experienced failure by fatigue. I haven't been getting much sleep recently, and in order to see the awesome NC State vs. Georgia Tech game, I had to get up early. It was a great game, and I was glad to see GT finally act like themselves again. Anyway, I can't really remember much about the rest of the day. I know that I came back to the dorm eventually, and then I fell asleep, at about 6PM. Then I slept and had three seperate non-wet dreams, and then I woke up, today, at 12:30. Wow.

10-01-03: birthday This is the first birthday that I have been able to celebrate on this site. Ninteen years ago I was born a human, and now I have evolved into an internet being, or at least a person who runs a website. This birthday was unlike any other that I have had not because I had to go to horrible classes during it, but because I didn't see my family at all. I did however recieve a lot of mail. Everybody seemed to have planned their timing perfectly, as there was nothing in the mail yesterday, but six items today. Some of the better gifts that I got included a pink stapler, tape, cracker jacks, garbage bags, peanuts (the packaging type), an undersized graphic expanded to fill an entire sheet of photo paper, and a monkey. Needless to say, this was all very exciting. Not to mention the Braves showed up today, showing the Cubs who really is America's team. I think that this is the first birthday that I had that no one sang the happy birthday song to me. As I said, it was different. What matters most now though is that I am 19, and I can now do all the things that all 18 year olds can do. Maybe I should take up smoking, that would make me cool. As a late birthday present I get to take a math test tomorrow, and i am currently preparing for the excitement. Oh, if only life was as simple as a first order linear differential equation.

9-29-03: racket As a kindof tennis initiation, I got hit with a racket today. I always though it would hurt, but I saw it coming, tightened up, and everything turned out ok (I even won the next point).

9-27-03: imax A few days ago I was talking to somebody about how they didn't know what they were getting themselves into, when they cleverly changed the subject to movies. Not just any normal movies though, but oversized documentaries on domed screens. The person I was talking to said "it did make volcanos about as interesting as possible". I have also noticed this about IMAX. The material they use for it is typically very boring, but the fact that they make it so big and so loud, makes it entertaining (I am hoping that some ambitious IMAX producer will try and test the limits by making a documentary called "Going to the Laundromat: the IMAX experience"). Anyway, i responded, "imax always seems to make boring things interesting". I then realized that that is what I try to do also. I try to make boring things interesting. I strive to be IMAX (how's that for a weird metaphor).

9-25-03: towel You must be thinking, towel, what could that possibly have to do with John's day. Well, contrary to popular opinion I do shower more than 3 times a week (most weeks), and when I am done, I typically dry myself with a towel. This might not sound very interesting to anybody, but today me and my towel became closer than we have ever been before. That thought aside for now, I have had a horrible last few days. I will not go into detail about all of the bad stuff that has happened to me because I would be embarasing myself and then people might ask me about it, which is obviously not what I want. Anyway, the last few days have sucked. Included in this suckiness was a Chem lab that I had to right up for today. I stayed up until about three last night and didn't finish, leaving the rest for seven-o-clock this morning. I set the alarm to wake me up at this time, and it did. Getting up after less than four hours of sleep does not feel good, ecspecially if you are doing it to do homework. Anyway, I finished all of the chem that I needed to do and then I went to take my (daily) shower. I normally take my key with me to the shower, but I couldn't find it, and my roomate was asleep, not to have class until twelve, so I decided not to bother him but turning on the light and went to take my shower keyless. It was an okay shower, but that is beside the point. Using my amazing foreshadowing skills, I have already hinted and nearly blatently screamed at readers of this what happened next, so this next sentence shouldn't be a suprise. After I dried off and went back to my room dressed in a towel, i found the door to be locked. My immediate thoughts were of panic and suprise. I couldn't believe that this happened, but it did seem to somewhat go along with the other events of the week. Anyway, being the rational future engineer that I am, I quickly devised a plan of action. I was going to bang on the door and tell Eric to open up. I did this for about thirty seconds, and unfortunetly it seemed that my plan was flawed in that Eric was not currently in the room. I thought to myself "maybe he will come back", and then I thought to myself "maybe he won't" (notice my keen ability to view the situation from all angles). I decided to play it safe and call the number on a paper that stated "If you are locked out of you room, call this number". The problem was that I didn't have a phone, I didn't even have pants. So I went back into the bathroom and asked one of my friendly hallmates if i could use his phone. He agreed, not even mentioning my currnent pathetic state, and handed me over the phone that makes the loudest beeping sound I have ever heard. This would not have been a problem, except his roommate was asleep in the room at the time, and I had specifically been asked not to bother him. Of course he woke up, but he was very friendly too. As a side note, one of the things that I like most about Georgia Tech is how open and friendly everyone seems to be, it must be a southern thing. Anyway, I dialed the number on the sheet and I reached someone who answered the phone "Customer Service, how may I help you". I though that it was odd that the number would direct me to anyone who would answer the phone with "customer service" as I am not a customer but rather a student, and at the time, a half-naked student. I put this thought behind me and I said into the phone "Hello, my name is John Guthrie, I was taking a shower and got locked out of my room". If I was a customer service guy, I would be confused, and I think that my phone partner was. There was a silence for about ten seconds and then he said, "You don't want me, you want housing, there number is 404-XXX-XXX" (the Xs represent actual numbers that he gave me that I have forgotten at this point). I thanked him and then called the number he gave me. This time a machine picked up the phone on the other side. It said to my "Hello you have reached the office of X (X this time represents some woman's name), I am not here right now because I am eating, out for a walk, or for some reason, just don't want to pick up the phone. Please leave a message at the tone." I didn't see what good leaving a message would do, as they would not have a way to contact me back, so I simply hung up. In dismay, I asked the fellows in the room what their advice was. They suggested calling the number posted on the wall. I told them that I had done this already and reached customer service. They agreed that this didn't make any sense and that I must have called the wrong number. So, I decided to try it again. I went out into the hall and called the number posted on the wall. The phone was picked answered by a familiar voice saying "Customer Service, how may I help you". At this point I considered hanging up, but I decided that was rude and settled for self-humiliation. I responded "Oh, its just me again... sorry", and he hung up. I thanked the fellows for the use of their phone, and went back into the hall, still dressed in only a towel. My nextdoor neighbor had just woken up, and was going to take a shower. I asked if I could use his phone (I figured I should try housing again), and he graciously obliged. I called the number again and got the same message. At this point I was getting annoyed, so I kicked my door for about 20 seconds. This method suprisingly didn't work at all. Then I saw what could be my golden oppertunity. My PL's roommate was leaving his room. I figured that a PL would surely know how to get me out of this mess. I went to his room, and his roommate woke him up for me (I felt kindof bad about this). Anyway, I explained the situation and he told me that all I had to do was to call the number posted on the wall. No sooner had he said this than I heard Eric saying "John, John". He was back, and I finally could get back in my dorm. At this point it had been atleast 1.5 hours and not fun ones at that. Well, I got back, and eventually found my keys, and everything turned out OK except that I got to math class 35 minutes late and everyone in my dorm has the vivid image of a topless me burned into their memory. There is a moral to all this though. I am not sure what it is, but in the tradition of an old cartoon, I am going to guess that it was "Don't take anything for granted" or "Take your key, even if your just gonna pee".

9-24-03: ugh turns out that someone broke their foot when they were talking to me on the phone last night. A shame really. Also, one of my friends has decided to challenge himself to the max with his college courses. I've been thinking of how to convince him not to do commit GPA suicide all day, but I didn't really come up with anything. Ah, it is so late. I'm just glad that I don't expect myself to write something good every night. Tomorrow I am going to have a first, a math test quiz that I am not ready for. I hope that everything turns out OK. I'm sure it will. Oh, and I almost forgot, a good portion of tonight was wasted doing brilliant song editing that the program forgot to save, how's that for productive?

9-23-03: buildings There are lots of really cool ones in Atlanta, there are more in New York, there are still more in Chicago, the best one that I know about is in Barcelona. Something about cool buildings, ecspecially the big ones, has always made me stare in awe. I liked buildings so much, that when I came to Georgia Tech, I thought that I possibly wanted to go into architecture. I was talked out of this potential folly by realizing that people called it 'architorture' (it is the hardest major at Tech), the student of it had no life, and it took six years of schooling plus an internship to get certified. Besides, engineering pays well and it is in my blood. Anyway, Deborah and I were discussing cool buildings tonight. If you are ever in the mood to see an internet picture of one you should talk to one of us, we are full of them.

9-22-03: jonathan The compliment page is back online

9-21-03: test I was with my family this weekend and it was good. It was also why I am missing two words. Ah well, It seems tomorrow I will be tested, twice. Seven percent or so of my semester GPA will be determined tomorrow. Am I worried? A tad, but I don't think I am going to jump off the tops of any buildings like those crazy folk at MIT. Wow I love Tech (though I have suffered a major loss of faith in the football team)

9-18-03: concrete Its what I am looking at right now. Its funny how people can be so inspired by so few words. I read a chapter in a book and was inspired to become a great engineer, with just a sentence, I terribly upset one of my friends. I'm not going to do anything much about it though. You see, I think that one of the problems that I have had in the past is that I have been to nice to people. Not because they deserved it, just because its what I always did. Maybe I will be able to change this. I am not hard like the concrete (not now at least), and I am up for a good amount of change.

9-17-03: standards Today one of the people that likes to play DDR a lot says to me, "Hey John, you are a pretty attractive guy, plus, from what I can tell you are way cooler than me. Why then do I have a girl and you don't?" I sighed, looked at him, and then shook my head, "dude, look at her" I said, "It's all about standards"
*this may or may not have actually happened

9-16-03: fish Why fish? I know now but maybe not in the future. I'm happy today because I got a 93 on a math test. I knew the method, and apparently that is what mattered, so even when i came to the wrong conclusion, I was not docked the entire 15 points like I was when i gave the wrong angle on the physics test. I think all math tests should be graded like this. Math is about method, not the solution. High school teachers could really take a lesson from my good professor, Dr Stienbart.

9-15-03: woodruff Today I decided to blow off word of the day and instead provide you with a link to a pictorial documentry that I just made. It is in my opinion much more fun that reading about a word, and I worked really hard on it, so I would appreciate it if you checked it out. The only thing better than one word, pictures accompanied by words

9-14-03: random I don't really have much to say, or maybe I do and I just can't think of how to say it. Anyway, I couldn't come of with a good word today (TO HELL WITH GEORGIA), so I am just going to type and see what happens. I have told many people on AIM on multiple occasions that I hate Chemistry. I'm not sure if I hate the whole world of Chemistry, or just the class that I am in, or neither. But one thing is for certain, I do not like doing labs, writing lab reports, studying how to spell elements, or taking tests that determine 20% of my grade (the same amount as all of laboratory or the final exam). For the slow of mind, if you haven't figured it out yet, I am taking a Chemistry exam tomorrow. That isn't the only thing on my mind though. I am sore right now, and I have been sore for hours. I guess that is what you get when you are not in the best of shape and you spend a significant portion of the day doing physical activity. I went to tennis club today, it was fun stuff, but i think that is what is making me sore now (that and tackle football, and DDR). I officialy joined tennis club today. As a result my name is now written in blue pen on a sheet of paper, and I am short $50. I realized for the first time what a strain college is on the wallet, and I was sad. Well, I just realized that my writing ability seems to have gone down the drain. Tomorrow I will try and start with something simple. For now, I am leaving. Was that really random?

9-13-03: fareal I go to Georgia Tech. I like Georgia Tech more than any other college. I like Georgia Tech so much that sometimes I will make up stuff about Georgia Tech or the college that you go to/root for just to upset you and prove that Georgia Tech is way better than you. Anyway, because of this connection that I have with Georgia Tech, of course I like/love our football team, and want them to win every game. In addition to this, I watch all of the football games that I possibly can that involve our NCAA team. Knowing all this, it goes without saying that I watched the FSU v. GT game tonight with more anticipation than I have ever had for a football game before. Frankly it lived up to its expectations. Georgia Tech showed everybody in the country that they were for real. Ball had a good game and he is definetly going to be a great quarterback. The defense was great too, who else can stop Greg Jones like that. Florida State should know that they were lucky to win that game. They are Florida State though and they always seem to be able to pull magic out of their asses. I hope that whoever decided that FSU was a 23.5 point favourite now realizes that GT is a force to be reckoned with. Georgia Tech is better than many teams in the top 25, it is a shame that we have a losing record, we definetly deserve more. I am glad that FSU still has their national title hopes alive. I think that they may be the best team in the nation. Ugh, my writing doesn't seem to flow very well, oh well, I just played football myself, it isn't easy. Let it be known that you will hear more about Reggie Ball and the Yellow Jackets in the future. I'm not sure that I even give FSU a shot at winning when they come up here next year. FSU, I still love you guys, but you aren't my #1. I'm a ramblin' wreck.

9-11-03: Zs Hey, look at the date, hah. Zs are crazy things, I had 16.5 two nights ago and only 3.75 last night. I need some more. I want to go home so bad. AARGH! Here is my prediction GT is going to kick FSU's ass. If I am right, it is because i am brilliant, if I am wrong, it is because I need some more Zs and I'm not thinking straight.

9-09-03: ambisexual It has been a while since this site has fufilled its original purpose (if it ever has), of helping me learn a new word every day. Because I am a tad under the weather, and a tad tired after my night of not so much sleep, I am going to talk about a word that I just learned. Apparently ambisexual means either sexually attracted to either sex indeterminently, or suited for either sex. Jonathan has informed me that most of the shirt that I wear are ambisexual. Because I would like to think that my shirts are not sexually attracted to anything, I will assume that he was refering the second definition. He is right, I have seen girls in some of my shirts before, and often times, though it is a bit baggy on them, they look much better in them than I do. Of course, some of my shirts are not fit for either sex, i.e. the red ones or the laundry one. I do not know why I own shirts of this type, as they don't seem to be appreciated by anybody (including myself). Who knows, maybe ambisexual people (the first definition type), are so open minded that even they can find appeal in those wretched shirts that always seem to be at the top of my drawer. They obviously have quite a range. If I can remember to do so, if ever I find an ambisexual fellow I will say to them "Hey Bob (an ambisexual name), come o're and see f'you like this shirt". It will be interesting to know Bob's opinion.

9-08-03: laundry I told Deborah today as I talked to her on the phone that I was going to start bad mouthing her on my internet site. You see, not only did she used to be my girlfriend, but she also used to be one of my regular readers. Losing her as a girlfriend was tough, but losing her as a reader ripped my heart out. Unfortunetly, there isn't much bad to say about Deborah except that she obviously does not know good internet writing when she sees it, so I am going to move on to more pressing matters. After I finished talking on the phone at 12:00, I decided all by myself (you see I am getting more responsible) to go do laundry, as otherwise I would have no clothes tomorrow. Doing laundry at Tech is not fun, but in the past it has at least been educating. I was under the impression that I knew pretty well how to operate the various machines and I always take homework to do while I am waiting (calculus was the choice today), and I normally get a significant portion done. I had a pretty big load (as I haven't done any recently), and I thought to myself "John, you could put this in two machines, but that would cost twice as much as putting it all in one machine". So using the brilliance that only future engineers have, I stuffed everything into one washing machine. It seemed that the clothes only went over the holes a little bit, so I figured it was all good, and I patted myself on the back for saving a dollar (worth five plays of DDR). I sat down and began looking at problems. Last year I was under the impression that I pretty much knew calculus. If there is anything that I learned on the first day of math class, it was that I was wrong. We are currently working with series and whether the converge absolutly, conditionally, or diverge. It seems pretty easy, but to quote Deborah "The are a plethora of hot boys at Rhodes [tests that you need to know in order to do this]". I hate doing these problems and they are by far the most obnoxious thing that I have had to put up with since I started taking calculus. Anyway, I couldn't do any of the homework. Making matters worse, some guys were freaking out about a washing machine that was making a funny, high-pitched noise. One would say something like, "Man, what the hell. That isn't ours is it?" and the other one would reply "Ha! its yours because you are dumb and put rocks in the machine", followed by, "wait, nah its that one over there. I feel sorry for that guy", and then they proceeded to point at my washer. I waited for the horrible, noisy, cycle to end and then checked my clothes. To my horror, a significant portion of the soap that I had used was preserved on the top of the load. To solve this problem, I sighed, mixed the clothes up, added a bit more soap, and then started a new cycle (depriving myself of what could have been great DDR money). ****I see that it is time to take my clothes out, I will resume after I do so****
2:38AM --- Well, I sucessfully unloaded the clothes, but it seems that I still have to fold them. I hate folding I wish Georgia Tech would invest in a folding machine, I would be willing to pay a few more quarters. ****Time to fold, I will resume after that****
2:56AM --- Done, back to where I was. Basically, I had to sit there for fifty minutes as my clothes washed and rewashed them selfs with nothing but upsetting homework to do. For fun, I wrote a calculator program and gave some guy some Tide. After the cycle was over, I took all of my clothes over to the dryers. I seperated them into two piles (things that I thought would dry quickly and things that I thought would dry slowly), and put these into two piles into two different laundry machines. I ran my buzz card through the machine giving it instructions to dry some of the clothes for 24 minutes and the others for 36. When I went and pressed the buttons on the 24 minute dryer to start it up, it stole the other 36 minutes and set itself to 60. I was shocked to learn that dryers compete for minutes like dogs compete for food. I unleashed one, and it took all of the minutes. Not really having a plan B, I gave the other dryer 12 minutes and started it up. After 12 minutes back in my dorm room I came back and put all of the clothes in the dryer with lots of time on it (47 minutes at this point). I looked at my watch, and then headed back to my dorm room to write and talk until the time expired. This went relatively without a hitch, and I was able to claim all of my dry laundry back. I then proceeded to chat and fold at the same time in my computer chair (a fun experience). I was rather dissapointed however that some of the clothes did not come out very clean (in perticular some shirts had stains in the arm pit reigon). I suppose that I will live and learn and maybe next time, I will do a better, more efficient job. But I would have to say that laundry is not a fun thing to do. I am tired at this point and thus lost the ability to skillfully transition, but I would like to note that I went to Barnes and Noble tooday to buy a sixteen dollar graphing calculator, and while I was there, I picked up a few extra items (clipboard, soap holder, shower shoes). When I went to check out, because the soap holder was SO feminine I suppose, that check out lady raised her eyebrow at me and asked "That's for you?" I replied that it was, and she shook her head and seemed to mutter under her breath "Whatever floats your boat", followed by "Whatcha pay'n wit?"

9-07-03: thousand I have heard before that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, I uploaded eight pictures today, so I am just going to pretend that I wrote eight thousand mediocre words. Good night.

9-06-03: post Because I am kindof tired, and I don't feel like enough people read this anymore to merit me putting a lot of effort into being clever when I am tired, I am going to do the oppisite of what I normally strive to do on this site (I am going to make really interesting things sound boring as opposed to making little things seem exciting and fun). I am just going to list what I did over the past 2 days. List: Chemistry Lab, went to six flags, went on rollar coasters, drank 3 dollar coke, ate some jerky, cried because i didn't have a ticket to the game, slept, woke up at 3, talked on the phone with my mom, watched GT play Auburn on TV (How bout them tigers? Piss on them), ran to get Chick-fil-a lunch at halftime, made it back just in time for 2nd half, continued watching, we won 17-3, got really excited and ran to the stadium, jumped on the field, went with some people and carried the north goal post to the presidents house, trampled his ivy, watched people saw the post, waved at the president as he rode home in his SUV, ate, watched more football (FSU vs. Maryland and UF vs. Miami), learned how cancer worked, took a quiz. Those are just some of the major things that I did. Isn't it fun reading lists?

9-04-03: brush A lot of times when I am walking I subconsiously decide to try and walk as close to the people i am passing as possible without actually touching them. Often times this results in us 'brushing' each other as we pass (our sleeves coliding or something). Rarely do I actually collide with them, but this brushing happens all the time. Oh the amazing power of the unconscious mind.

9-03-03: livejournal

Date: 2003-09-04 02:25
Subject: Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang Walla walla, bing bang
Security: Public





At first I was going to make this 'friends only' but then I had a change of heart. Today was another one of those days that made me think to myself, ‘self, why does your life suck in such an outrageous way’. As if answering this very question, my alarm clock woke me up this morning with a guy telling me how much of the fun of like (getting drunk, going to parties, indecent exposure) that I would have to get rid of if I was to become a better person. He then told me that if he could get rid of his craving for fried chicken that I could do anything. The Depressing part about all this though was that I didn’t have anything to give up. All of the things that he talked about have not been open to me. I realized that I was not living life to the fullest and cried silently as I took a shower.

The dorm showers have always bothered me. The curtains that supposedly cover the showeree (a word I just made up meaning the person taking the shower) are about 5 inches too short on either side. I don’t know what the designers of those curtains were thinking, but I personally don’t like exposing my manhood to everybody every time I take a shower. The experience isn’t made any more pleasurable by the fact that the only thing that I have to carry my soap in is a plastic basket. As a side note: if you were a cockroach you could easily sneak into the girls shower room. I am sure that that would be a lot of fun until you got crushed.

This brings me back to the subject line for this entry. You might be wondering what that means, and at the same time be feeling strangely attractive to me. Well, according to a reliable source (a song that I downloaded of the internet), if I say this to people they will fall in love with me. Because my current social life is currently so pathetic, and I haven’t as much seen a girl glance at me, I have decided that it is time to go to more desperate measures (witchcraft). I plan on saying this to anyone I meet that I deem to be up to my standards (which believe me, are not that high at this point).

My alarm clock was actually a pretty big part of my day. I believe that it woke me up 5 or 6 times. First, my roommate used it to wake him up. Then I used it to wake me up. Then I went to class. Then I went back to bed. An then I used it to wake me up again, but I decided that I wanted to sleep more and I reset it, and it woke me up again and I had similar thoughts, and so on and so on. Well, I suppose I should just let bygones be bygones.

Later I went to the arcade. I played what many describe as “the only nerdier game than everquest”, a dancing simulator called Dance Dance Revolution. If you are wondering what makes it so nerdy, just think about the implications of ‘dancing simulator’, yeah, like for people who not only can not get someone to dance with them, but actually need step-by-step directions in order to stumble around on a pad elevated six inches above the ground and feel like they are ‘dancing’. FUN FACT: 74% of the people who go to Georgia Tech are male. 97% of people who play DDR (Dance Dance Revolution) are male. Anyway, my sexually repressed co-dancers and I pretended for the small price of a token that we too were cool and knew how to dance. In the process I played one of the more difficult ‘not really dancing at all’ songs, and passed it with a ‘D’. That’s right, the machine grades you on your dancing, the type of people that play these games are so school oriented that they don’t know how good they are at anything unless the receive a letter grade. Anyway, just for perspective on how good a ‘D’ is, imagine getting a ‘D’ on a paper that you worked on for months to write. Yeah. I was still glad that I didn’t get an ‘E’ though (the Japanese equivalent to an ‘F’)(the Japanese alphabet is slightly different from ours). On the way out of the arcade I found ten dollars. I was happy for a second, but then I thought to myself, ‘what could I do with ten dollars?’ the stupid coke machines and gumball machines don’t take big bills. So sadly, I put it in my wallet, to just sit there, kind of like my life, just sitting there, like a ten-dollar bill in a wallet, in my pants, that I am sitting on.

Current Mood: Upset at the odd odor arising from my armpits
Current Music: Witch Doctor or Weezer or both




9-02-03: tennis I just used search to make sure that tennis has never been the word of the day before. It hasn't, but it has appeared many times before on this website. I guess that I just have a passion for the sport that most people will only laugh at and say 'haha that is the sport where people frolick around in their tight little shorts and hit the soft little yellow ball with their raquets'. I realize that many people do not view tennis as a manly sport, but I forgive them, as I don't view sports such as polo or billiards as being very manly either. Anyway, a long time ago, during the orientation session, I saw a guy who did things like juggle and eat fire. It kindof freaked me out. Actually, it freaked my out to the extent where I turned around dramatically to look the other way and came across a booth. This booth was labeled "Tennis Club", and after disgarding the possiblity that they were offering an alternative, more caveman like device to hit the ball with, I thought that the tennis club was something that I might be intrested in. I signed my name and left. Ignoring some possibly relevant details, we come to today. The day of the first meeting of tennis club. I walked the long long way from my dorm to the tennis facility. As I was walking, carrying my racket on my back, he says to me "Hey are you by chance going to the tennis club meeting?" I says "Yeah, howdja know?" He says "I'm physic" I'm like "whatchaknow, thats cool" he's like "yep" then I says to him, I says "What about chu? Is you going to this tennis club meeting?" he says "yeah" then he says "how in the world did you know" all queerlike, I figures that I'ma play a trick on him so I be's like "I'm a physic also my brotha" .........Yeeeah

9-01-03: games Well, looking at my calendar I can see that a new month has started. August was a month of change, and I am that September will prove to be one as well. Chemistry labs will start, I will surely get lots of homework, and maybe if I try hard enough I will learn to understand what my Physics teacher is saying though his thick (Austrian) accent. I put that in parenthesis because I am not entirely sure that he is Austrian. I once went to Austria and came to the conclusion that all males from there sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger. My physics teacher unfortunetly, does not. I mean, I can understand Arnold though I can not imagine him doing anything that requires a reasonable amount of thought (such as being a professor of physics, or running a state). Also, hopefully in September I will be able to detach myself from one of the high tech worlds greatest evils, video games. I think that video games are much like many illicit drugs, they are addictive, they screw with you mind, and they will damage your social life even more. When I first met my roommate, Eric, he told me that he did not play video games. Considering that he was an aspiring CE major, and he had lots of computer skills under his belt, combined with the air with which he stated that he 'did not play video games', I figured that he was a recovering gamer. One of those ex-FPS maniacs who was now part of a G.A. (Gamers Annoymous) group I can imagine the meetings that they must have... 'Hello my name is Eric and I am a l33t hax0r'. Anyway, just like any other addiction, video games are hard to give up (ecspecially when you are bored), and he is back at them playing crazy retro games like Final Fantasy 3 and Mega Man 4. The eighties style graphics are strangely appealing, though I don't suppose that I could ever be sucked in by old NES games... Unfortunetly, I too have fallen for the spell of certain games. It makes me sigh, but I seem to waste a good amount of my time on the things. One of my favourite places to go is addictinggames.com. The site really should be illegal, as it is the internet equivalent of sending free samples in the mail of bubble gum flavoured nicotine to every kid in the country. As the title suggests, there are lots of games that the site offers, and many of them are addicting. Hopefully, I will soon be able to take care of my problem. As of yet, it has not gotten in the way of anything important, but there is always the possibility that it might. Maybe I could take up some more sports, I have been playing tennis recently and I can tell you that it is way more fun than any video game. Maybe i could watch some movies and write about them (this of course is hampered by the facts that I don't have a television or VCR, nor do I know where I could rent movies), I really want to see 'Blood Simple'. Or maybe I could just get out a little more. Who knows, not my roommate at the moment, he is pulling blankets over his head and grunting in his futile attempt to let me know that he needs to go to bed and in order to do that, I will have to turn off the damn light and stop typing. And I would keep typing, except (1), I am an extremely nice and caring person and (2), I don't have anything left to say.

Just for fun I think that I will print something.

8-30-03: three That is the time I slept to today. I really ought to try and get a better schedule going for myself. There really isn't much funny about getting up late. The first thing that I really did today was eat dinner though. Not many people can say that. Nor can many people from Georgia Tech say that they like the noles. But I can. How bout them Noles?!

8-28-03: football I am sure that there are many people that would disagree with me that football is the best sport. Most of these people probably think that soccer is the best sport, and they are wrong. I just got back from my first real college football game, Georgia Tech vs. BYU. It was an away game and us Georgia Tech fellows watched the game on the megatron at our stadium. College football really is an experience. While members of the various sports teams probably care much more about their sport than football, in division 1A schools there is nothing that defines the school in terms of athletics quite like football (there are a few exceptions such as Duke, but they are weird). Watching the game, I fell in love with my new Georgia Tech team. I liked them at least as much as I have always liked the Seminoles (and that is quite a lot). I was taken by our quaterback, wearing the number 1, a true freshman, starting in his first college game with a minimum of practice and surely with a whole lot of anxiety. He is only 18, my age, and he is playing on the national stage in what is probably the biggest sport in the United States. The announcers kept on talking about how much trouble he would have, as he was a freshman, but he played brilliantly. He got his job done, and only faltered once with an interception due to a miscommunication. I think watching FSU play over the years has given me a scewed view of what college football is actually like. FSU is the lord of college football, Georgia Tech is a more real team. You don't always win, but you always want to. The players showed lots of heart throughout the game, and as college football seems to do, I was drawn in, and felt all of the emotion of the game. When we fumbled three times in the red zone I yelled at the megatron, and felt the pain of the quarterback who had made no mistakes himself, but still lost the possession and with it, potential points. I am by nature, a very competitive person, and I hate nothing worse than losing. Georgia Tech lost after blowing multiple chances. It was quite depressing, but i didn't blame the team or lose my connection with them, instead I felt their pain. I see why nobosy starts riots after losing a game, it is simply too much of a downer. I suppose last years fluke with Florida State was a good preperation for me learning how to deal with losses. I know that Georgia Tech's football team of engineers are not going to be national champions. But I hold hope that they will push into the top 25, pull some upsets (FSU better watch out), and win a bowl game at the end of the year. GO JACKETS!

8-27-03: smart My mom has always told me that everyone is smart in their own way. I have never agreed with this way of thinking, and in fact I think a good amount of people are really stupid. Of course I don’t think that about myself. I know that I am smart, and smarter than just about everyone else at that. You should see me doing my math or tearing up physics labs, or take what happened today as an example. I should probably give some background though. Pretty much every day I go to the arcade at the student center to play DDR (if you don’t know what this is, don’t worry about it). It is a really good price (20 cents a pop), and in my opinion, a better idea than joining a gym. Anyway, today I had my local outing to the arcade. I talked to the guys and demonstrated my DDR skillz for what was likely around an hour, and then decided to go back to my dorm to play around on the Internet and do some homework. You must understand, DDR is a physically demanding game, and the walk from the arcade to my dorm is not trivial, and it is hardly ever fun when you are tired. Anyway, I did some stuff on my computer and ended up talking to my mom on IM. Something about our conversation reminded me that I had a whole bunch of Calculus homework to, so I went to my bed to grab my notebook. Not seeing it there, I thought that it must be in my backpack. Unfortunately, to my horror, my backpack was nowhere to be found. I tore the room up, didn’t see it anywhere, and then came to the conclusion that I had left it either at Pizza Hut (god forbid)(it is a very public place where none of your personal belongings are really safe), or at the arcade (which if it was it might very well still be there). Leaving a backpack in a public place I think is an excusable thing to do once. This wasn’t the first time though. I’m not sure that this excuse still applies though on the second offence, certainly not when the exact same mistake was made yesterday. I started out the door and began speed walking to the arcade. As a side note, speed walking is what lots of people (me included) do when they need to get somewhere in a hurry, but don’t want to do something uncool and desperate looking like running. The irony of this is that people look their most awkward when they are speed walking (you should have seen the faces I was getting), and don’t normally look that bad when they run. Anyway, the weather outside was frightful. It was hot, the humidity exceeded 100% and lightning strikes were occurring every few seconds. I was at the time more concerned with retrieving my backpack though, and did not worry much with the weather. Eventually I made it back to the arcade and found my backpack in its entirety where I had left it hours earlier. I was relieved, and I wanted nothing more than to get back to my dorm so I headed back after dismissing the possibility of taking the bus. It was on this trip home when I noticed just how horrible the weather was and how exhausted I was. Every step was a challenge, my stomach tightened up, and I grew nauseous and dizzy. I felt like I was going to vomit and pass out, yet I had the oddest (and inappropriate) sense of hunger. I started walking at a sluggish pace, as that was all that I could manage. Everyone on the sidewalk was passing me, and noticing some fellows playing Frisbee, I wondered how anybody could function under such conditions. It was dark, and it was wet, and all I wanted was to get back. I kept on pushing, but eventually I just couldn’t take any more. I literally fell over on the grass near the Materials and Science Engineering building and lay flat on my back for at least the next five minutes (I am not really sure how long it was as I lost my sense of time). I nearly fell asleep, but I kept myself from doing this, as I didn’t want anyone to steal my unguarded backpack (I am glad to know that deliria do not cause me to lose sight of my primary goals). Eventually I realized that people were looking at me strangely, and I felt a bit better, so I got up (as naturally as possible), and walked the remaining distance to my dorm. It was really quite the experience, my reward for making the same mistake twice. Shame on me.

8-26-03: squirrel I had hear from many different people before entering college that squirrels were a significant part of the campuses of many colleges. Now that I am attending a university, I have experienced this first hand. Squirrels are all over the place, and they seemingly have no fear of humans. Once Emily Niu told me that Harvard was filled with fat squirrels. Apparently the fat squirrel fellows of Harvard are both fearless and extremely lazy. Demonstrating this, Emily told me of a time that she actually stepped on a squirrel because it was too lazy to move out of the way of her incoming foot. Apparently it was a life-altering experience for both Emily and the squirrel (most notably the squirrel). Anyway, I saw a girl tonight while walking back to my dorm who seemed to be the oppisite of this squirrel, she was skinny, of a type that is rare at Tech (female as opposed to squirrel), and she was scared of me. I didn't talk to her or anything. We were both alone, she looked back at me, our eyes met, her face went to a state of panic, and her pace increased. In physics we would say that the magnitude of her velocity vector increased. Realizing all this (I was a tad insulted, I'm not that scary looking am I?), I went into pursuit. I stayed a good ways back and awkwardly hummed/sung random songs. This apparently did not ease her tension, her walk grew more and more hurried. At this point I felt sorry for her, and realized that I was being mean, but I was intrigued, so I continued. Eventually she got back to her dorm (which happened to be on the normal path to my dorm), and I just went on back. The whole experience was kindof weird, people are not often scared of me. It sure is obvious when they are though. Oh well.

8-25-03: l'hopital You know I used to call L'Hopital's rule "El Hospital's rule" assuming that it was made up by some Spanglish guy with a thing for enfermeries. According to my math professor, Mr. Hospital didn't come up with the formula, he just bought it, kind of like AOL and netscape. The difference is, unlike netscape, the formula isn't dead yet. I would know. I had to use it at least thirty times tonight while doing my Calculus 2 homework. Oh what fun. And to think, I used to think that the formula saved time doing problems.

8-24-03: shirt Today I wore my laundry shirt. It is the shirt I wear only when I am seemingly out of all my other shirts and it reminds me that it is time to do the laundry. You might wonder what ensures that I wear it last. Is it perhaps magical? Maybe I do something clever, like put it at the bottom of the drawer. While both of these would make sense and could of been the answer if they were not wrong, they are not the real reason that I wear this shirt last. The real reason is that the shirt is a bright aqua blue colour. People have said that when I wear this shirt it reminds them of the sky, and for some reason I have trouble seeing this as a good thing. So anyway, I did laundry today, yay. And i did some homework, yay. And played scrabble, yay. Hey, I just realized two things. One, lists of what you do are really boring, and two, wearing socks with flip flop not only makes you look stupid, but it makes walking a challenge. You know, you toes can't go through that thingy, and so when you walk, you both look and walk like a fool.

8-23-03: whiskey Like all the jolly good fellows, I drink my whiskey clear. I'm a ramblin' wreck from Georgia Tech and a hell of an engineer.

8-22-03: ice I can't really think of anything, but because of my unstopping devotion to this site I am going to go ahead and update anyway. I suppose it doesn't matter too much. Howard suggested to me that my entries are a tad long-winded and told me that I should use "meat slicer" as my word. I considered it for a little while, and then I realized that "meat slicer" was two words and it was not possible for it to be a word of the day. Then I thought to myself, 'What's cool as ice'. Anyway, I am going to tell a joke that I made up last night...

What did the ice say to the ice cream? (Highlight the next line for a humourous answer TO THE MAX)

You got CREAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8-21-03: relative I walked back from watching “The Matrix Reloaded” by myself tonight. I didn’t really see anyone that I knew, nor did I really take time to look. Walking alone gave me the opportunity to think. Sure, I ‘think’ and ‘make decisions’ a lot of the time. But this is the real thinking that I am talking about. I don’t do it very much, it occurs almost exclusively at night, and when I am doing it I always feel really smart. I kind of wish that I could summon this clearness of mind whenever I wanted to, but that is completely off topic. The first time I watched “The Matrix Reloaded” I hated it. I even wrote a review of it expressing what I thought about the movie. There were people that agreed with me and everything, so I was satisfied with the idea that the movie sucked. Earlier this summer I had a movie reviewing revelation when I watched “Spiderman” for the second time. The first time I saw the movie I thought that it was really cool. Upon this second viewing I realized that the plot, acting, costumes, and especially the dialogue left a lot to be desired. I decided then that to truly know how good a movie is, one must watch it twice. Anyway, I have wanted to see “Reloaded” for a long time now, so I was excited to hear that they were doing a showing outside. I watched it, and this time, I enjoyed it. This brings me back to the word. It seems that movies are good and bad based on what you expect them to be. The first time I saw “Reloaded” I hoped/expected that it would live up to the original. When this didn’t happen, I was upset and assumed that the movie was horrible (some parts really were horrible, i.e. the ‘chemistry’ between Neo and Trinity. I would have been disgusted but it was so unconvincing). Anyway, this time I went to watch it expecting a really crappy movie. I was pleasantly surprised at how fun this movie can be. Sure the fighting was pointless, but at least it was cool. And you must hand it to the makers of the film. They are really good at creating an appropriate atmosphere for the story. I far preferred the musty green that everything in the matrix was colored to the new effects that they added in, but the old setting was still there. The room with all of those TVs was also very cool. Thinking about all this relativity stuff got me thinking about education (I am at school and all). I realized that what was probably even more important than the teachers or facilities that you had was the fellow students you are surrounded with. I am currently surrounded by really smart people. They make the IB class that I was in seem at a remedial level. Not only am I impressed, but I realize that this lowers my status in comparison to them (educationally). Because of this, there is a great inspiration to try to work and stay up with these people, rather than being able to slack off and still have better grades than 90% of the school. Once my dad told me that when you go to the really prestigious schools, what you are really getting, rather than better teachers and whatnot, is smarter people to surround yourself with. I didn’t really believe that at the time. But I have realized the huge difference that it makes to work with determined smart people as opposed to slackers. I’m not trying to insult anyone from my old class; I’m just trying to demonstrate a point to myself. I then wondered shortly what a college would be like if they admitted students based on how cool they were rather than their grades, but that too is unrelated. I think that one of the problems with the mindset of the people in this country is that they think that everybody should be equal. Everyone is not equal and shouldn’t be treated as such. I think that this was one of the points of “The Matrix” but maybe it wasn’t. Whatever.

8-20-03: extra-long I had a good idea about what the word should be today, but I forgot, so I began thinking anout what I should have to replace it. And then I realized. A lot of the things associated with me are extra-long (I figured a hyphen would justify it counting as one word). For instance, before I got a haircut, my hair was extra-long. When I ordered bedsheets for college, they were extra-long. Today I spent an extra-long time doing math homework. Because of the ridiculous routes to my classes, the paths I take are extra-long. The list just goes on in on. By the way, I have decided that I should take pictures around campus and then use them to make fun of Georgia Tech (all good things deserve to be joked about, take the president for example). What do you all the readers think? Should I do this? Can you even tell me? Why oh why isn't there a comments section? Actually, I have kindof appreciated the lack of negative feedback. Time to clean up.

8-19-03: return Here's a first, two on the same day. I didn't really want to, but I thought that it was necessary. I was just thinking to myself, 'ya know, i think they used to call the enter button return on the old keyboards'. Of course these were the days back when keyboards were really manly, and made clicking sounds when you typed the keys and had a HUGE return key that looked like Mr. Tamayo's cubist version of Texas. Then again, that was then, this is now. In the present, to me, returning is associated with what I have to do with expensive textbooks for classes that I dropped. To be more specific, I dropped Computer Science, and I had a fifty dollar textbook for the class. I had some free time today, so I figured it was time to take a ride on the trolly. I went to the Barnes and Noble @ GT. I had been to this particular store before and I didn't figure the return process would be very hard. Of course, I didn't think that for long. At the main entrence I encountered a sign that said something like "If you are returning textbooks Do Not Enter, rather go to the dimly lit enterence on First and Armistead and make your way up to the second floor on an elevator, here you will find the 'buy back textbook' section where we may or may not accept your offer. *or you could just give up now". I followed the signs instructions, and after a little bit of difficulty I found my way to the return section. There were about ten people in front of me but the line was seemingly moving really slow, so for kicks I timed it. I had a chat with the person two spaces ahead of me in line about how Barnes and Noble using their advanced calculus knowledge realized that if they had 15 checkouts and only one poorly run 'buyback' section, the rate of money into the cash registers would surely be greater than out, thus ensuring a profit for them. At least this is the best reason that I could come up with for the 35 minute line that I had to wait in to do a relatively simple task. Or maybe giving money back to people isn't that simple when you are a bloodthirsty coorporation masked by an intelectual atmosphere and a Starbucks. I should come up with a clever way to put the word back in at the end, but I can't think of one so I will just return to my studies.

8-19-03: atlanta Over the course of my lifetime it seems that Atlanta has been my home away from home. I have traveled to the city so many times that most people think of as an airport and Howard Shelfer thinks of as a city lost forever underwater. Earlier in my life I despised the city as I though it was really dirty, and I was afraid of the people who roamed it at night. But over the past few years I have acquired an appreciation for its beauty and the architecture that it has to offer. Last year I expanded on my relationship with Atlanta when I decided to attend the best undergraduate university that the city had to offer (Georgia Tech). And so here I am now, sitting in my dorm room (Caldwell 109), the Tuesday of the first week of class reopening the website that kept me entertained throughout so much of the school year. Frankly, I like to write and because I am only going to have to take one more English class the rest of my life, I figure that I will have to start doing it on my own free will to remain sharp. I just went out for water and have lost track. Ah well, I suppose I could give some background on my time here so far. I live in a dorm (see above), which is coed and until yesterday had coed bathrooms (the peer advisors said that they were sick of seeing girls walk through our bathrooms). I got here last Friday, and set up my room rather nicely. I am happy with my living area. The computer I am on right now is an AMD2600+, much better than the one I used to have (an AMD1200). I have played some games on this new machine, and they run rather well, but I don’t plan on becoming an addicted gamer like so many of the folks here are. The eating hall (I can’t recall the name), on my side of the campus is temporarily closed under renovation, which is quite a pain. For the first few weeks I have to travel a long way to get to the eats. It is a real shame. It is almost 12:00 now and I haven’t eaten since last night so I am hungry. I feel like I am rambling but really so much has happened. I played Human foosball on Saturday, which is one of the more entertaining things I have done in a while (though my team lost and I was the goalie) (it was hard). I also watched Chicago for free at the GT Theatre (which plays free movies every two weeks or so). I am going to see Matrix Reloaded again at an outside theatre later this week. So Anyway, Tech is fun, and I am proud to be part of it. Things didn’t start for real until yesterday at 8:00AM though when I got up for my first day of class. It really was a day to remember. I never had a really hard first day of school throughout my time in public education, and wasn’t worried that this first day would be any different. Of course I was wrong. I had my alarm set to wake me up at 7:30AM so that I wouldn’t be late for class. As you can see from above that didn’t happen, because when it was actually 7:30AM, my alarm clock thought that it was 7:30PM. Fortunately, the emergency alarm clock in my head woke me up. I showered in the crappy showers, grabbed my books and a map, and I was off. I normally have a keen sense of direction, but it was not with me when I needed it. I arrived at what I thought was the math building just before class was to start, unfortunately, it was the college of computing, and they were not hosting any math classes. I rushed through the walkways in streets then trying to make it to the right class on time, but it was already a lost cause. I entered about 5 minutes late. At the time the professor was lecturing on how entering late and leaving early was rude, and I took my seat. After the introduction was over, the professor jumped right in to Taylor series, something that I don’t know hardly anything about. I was hoping that Calc 2 would be one of my easy classes but I lost hope in that after the first day. After this class, noticing that chemistry was listed next on my text schedule, I went on to the Chemistry Annex to CHEM1310. I was a little late (the two classes are separated by a good bit), and I had to stand with a few fellow classmates in the ‘late’ group before being directed by the professor to some empty seats in the front. The professor was a really nice guy, and it turned out that he dropped your lowest exam grade (something I was really happy to hear). Also, 85% was an A, rather than the standard 90%. Halfway through the class I glanced at my schedule to see where I was to go next, and to my shock I saw that my 10:00 class was Physics, not Chemistry. I was in the wrong class! I just waited the rest of the class out and then went to the physics building to see if the teacher was teaching any more classes that day (he wasn’t). Upset, and not having any more classes until 3:00, I headed back to my dorm. I decided on the way to stop at the newly opened SAC and play on the exercise bike. After tiring myself out, I headed back to my dorm. Somehow, I made a wrong turn (a theme for the day I suppose), and ended up off campus, on a major highway. You can only imagine my excitement. I had to walk at least a mile down these stupid streets to get back to my dorm. I don’t remember what I did in my dorm, but it was nothing important, soon enough I went to go get some lunch (which is no easy task because our dining hall is closed). First I went to the student center but realized that the line for Pizza Hut totaled nearly 100 people. I had never seen anything like it, so I got on the stinger (the campus bus) (stinger, yellow jackets, ha-ha) and headed to the far east side of campus (I don’t mean Chinatown @ GT) to Britain Dining hall. The food was OK at best. After lunch I went to the SC for DDR at 20 cents a pop, and tired myself out some more. After meeting all of the CSers who play DDR and take Japanese, I went back to my dorm to work on bettering my schedule. To my great surprise, the Chemistry class that I wanted opened up, and I could thus take Health and dump my CS class (something that I was really happy about). I actually tried to make it to the new health class (which was going on at the time), but only ended up embarrassing myself in a way that I don’t care to describe as this is long enough already. At 6:00 I attempted to go to a recitation class that didn’t exist and got a lot more walking in. At 8:00 I headed off for dinner at the SC (which closes at 8) (I got there at 8:07). And I had to go to Britain (sp?) again. On a positive note, I thought to myself not many people travel to Britain twice in one day. I also met a girl almost exactly like Katie Shwartz, you know the type, short, blue eyes, says things like “the teacher made me mad so I made the rest of the year a LIVING HELL for them”. Whelp, that’s all I care to write about. GT is great.

Oh! If I had a daughter, sir, I’d dress her in white and gold, and put her on the campus, to cheer the brave and bold. But if I had a son, sir, I’ll tell you what he’d do, He’d yell “TO HELL WITH GEORGIA”, like his daddy used to do.

5-26-03: minesweeper Its my new drug. Seriously, I am addicted. Today I swept expert in 134 seconds. Considering that I was amazed when I first got a 240, this is quite an accomplishment. Go me!

5-25-03: rise A major part of my day today was spent at a party held in honor of Deborah's graduation. I personally thought that it was entertaining to congratulate Deborah on graduating. It seems that most people who give an effort graduate, and people who maintain a standard such as Deborah, will have to be killed if to be stopped from their emminent graduation from high school. Anyway, the whole graduation thing seems weird to me, because I know that it is a big deal to do it, but it seems that it is something that is bound to happen, much like getting a drivers license. So even though I never had any doubt that I would graduate from Rickards (short of a silly attendence issue), I was still a tad upset that Deborah didn't congratulate me back for the same accomplishment (by tad I mean not very much at all). Anyway, at one point of the party, I was talking about the naked butts that I had seen in movies I had recently watched. When I mentioned Keanu Reeves' bare butt from the matrix reloaded, one of my friends (who I will refer to as 'JDW' to protect his anonymity) said "Are you trying to get a rise out of me". Now I thought that this was rather funny, and so did other people. Maybe not as funny as Steve Martin, but still funny.

5-24-03: late I seem to be having trouble with these updates. And it is late again. I seem to go to bed late, and sleep late, and then not do much. But this won't go on for long. My summer is jam packed with stuff to do. I can hardly wait.

5-21-03: chicken I'm not really I fan, but I like the kung pow.

5-20-03: physics Don't you hate it when you think that you are done with everything, and then all of a sudden you have to do a makeup physics test? Yeah, I hate when that happens too.

5-19-03: left Today I learned something not so fun about myself. I have always been pretty right-handed guy, you know, doing stuff with my right hand like writing, dribbling, eating, touching, picking, lifting, squeezing, and the such. Today, I realized why. It is because my left hand and arm are terribly weak. It isn't really that great of a feeling, so I have decided to use excercise putty to make my left hand stronger. Oh, I hope this works.

5-18-03: ferrell Tonight was fun. After being honored by my church youth group for being a graduating senior, I was notified that I had gotten a call from Deborah. Of course I promptly called her back, and we decided that we really ought to do something cool tonight. Well, I don't know about you, but when I think cool, I think cheap bad movies. Deborah and I decided to get all dressed up and to go to Movies 8 to see Kangaroo Jack at 9:00. Just as in the case of all plans that I am part of, this one did not work flawlessly. I did get dressed up nice, with a snazzy black shirt and a green tie (that I tied myself, a first time accomplishment). Of course Deborah ran into difficulties when dressing, and though I thought that she looked fine, she tells me that she could have looked even better. Anyway, we went to buy our tickets, but the people inside told us that the ticket booth was closed until 9:00. I thought that this was kind of weird considering that this was the time that the movie was supposed to start, but I accepted it as a perfectly normal glitch in the matrix and me and Deborah simply waited outside for about ten minutes. When we went to buy the tickets they informed us that Kangaroo Jack didn't have any more playing times, contrasting the information in the newspaper. The only movie that was feasable for us to see then, was Old School. The problem was, that I didn't have my licence. Granted, I am 18 (old enough to see a rated-R movie), but how do they know that? Then it hit me, I was wearing a tie, what self-respecting 16-year old wears a tie? I knew that nothing could go wrong. I told the lady, "two for old school", and slapped down the two dollars for payment (I could tell that Deborah was extremely impressed by this show of generousity). Anyway, we got the tickets, and we saw the movie. It was not really a quality movie, I saw much more of Will Ferrell's bare back side than I had ever wished to, but I got over it. There were funny parts though, and it included the incredible line: "You might be wondering why you are holding a thirty pound cinder block, and you might also be wondering, why is there a rope tied on to the cinder block that I am holding, and you might really be wondering, why is the end of the rope tied to my penis". I told you, great lines. The movie seemed to try harder to achieve the "R" rating than to be funny, but it was bearable. Watching a movie, late on a school night with one of my favourite people, was absolutly a blast.

5-17-03: reloaded When the original Matrix came out in 1999, it was one of the best movies of the year. The movie had had groundbreaking special effects, it was smart, and it had style, the entire movie was saturated in cool. Though “The Matrix” was built around action, the beef of the movie was the questions that it posed to the audience. After the action packed opening sequence, the first film ran for over forty minutes before there was any action. Regardless, the film remained gripping, and the bulk of the themes in the movie were expressed in this time. “The Matrix Reloaded” like its predecessor, has a short action sequence to open the film, and then lets the action die down for the next forty minutes or so. Unfortunately, the time is much less well spent in this film. “Reloaded” shows the audience for the first time what Zion, “the last human city”, looked like. In fact, most of the movie that did not take place inside the matrix took place in Zion. Zion was an interesting idea, but it was a mistake of the filmmakers to reveal what it was to the viewers, it would have been much better to leave it up to the imagination. Zion could have been like anything, but now we know what Zion is like, and man does it suck. What happens at “The last human city” seems to be a cross between the overly elaborate sets of Star Wars and the boring politics of Star Trek. We learn that Morpheus is not the all-powerful wise man that the first movie made him out to be. Why the agents were so worried about Morpheus in the first film is beyond me. It turns out that he is simply one of many captains that are all subsidiary to their commanders and the council that apparently has control over Zion.

The first portion of the film includes many extremely interesting developments. First Morpheus suggests that the captains disobey orders and leave a ship behind so that it can do something important or something. His rival, Commander Lock then decides that he should get in trouble for this. Then we learn the story of how Morpheus’ ex-girlfriend is now Lock’s girlfriend (because “some things change and some things stay the same”). Neo has some nightmares about how his love interest Trinity is going to be killed because after she jumps out of a window from high in the sky, an agent shoots her just to ensure her death. Neo and Trinity have apparently grown quite close (as indicated by the nastiest kissing and sex scenes in modern cinema), but it is unconvincing, and when Neo tells Trinity, “I need you”, he seems to only be pretending. Their relation is unbelievable and dry, the chemistry between the two characters was much more interesting and believable before they slept with each other. Also in these opening minutes, the audience is introduced to Link, the new technician on the ship, and is forced to watch a meaningless exchange between him (a character we just met), and his wife (newly introduced) arguing about how she wishes that he was at home more. The scene was so pointless; it made me wonder what I was even watching. Also at Zion, Neo talks to one of the council members. There exchange goes something like this:

Neo: “I can’t sleep”
Councilman: “That’s good”
Neo: “Why”
Councilman: “Because it means you’re still human”

Since when have people not been able to sleep but machines could. Really, the logic of this film got beyond me at some points. The conversation continues:

Councilman: “I like machines, I look at them sometimes when I can’t sleep”
Neo: “Why’s that”
Councilman: “Well, they look really cool. Check that one out”
(Points at a computer animated graphic the probably cost $10000 to make)
“See that machine, I don’t really know what it does, but I think it has something to do with recycled water”
Neo: “So your point is that machines need us and that we need them… that sure is interesting”
Councilman: “Actually, I didn’t have a point”
Neo: “Oh”

That’s right. He didn’t have a point. Except maybe to waste some more time. The time in Zion basically continues on in a likewise manner, until Morpheus makes an very uncharacteristic speech (he yells a lot because apparently in the “real world” where they have enough equipment to hack into the matrix, they have yet to invent microphones), and then there is an annoying African rave dance and lots of kissing where the camera gets a super close up of the lips so that the actual saliva transfer can be seen. By the time Neo decides to go back into the Matrix so that he could get his fight on I was so upset about the movie that I wanted to rewrite it myself.

The action of the film did not fall short of expectation. In fact, all the fights that were seen I completely expected, because I had seen them in the previews. The fight between Neo and the hundreds of agent Smiths was fun, but raised the question why didn’t Neo just fly away in the first place as he did at the end of the fight. I suppose that would have saved a lot of trouble but then Neo would have never had the chance to show how well animated people can fight. The freeway scene was also cool, but why was it necessary for the ghost twins to ride in a car if they could simply travel wherever they wanted as ghosts. Neo’s flying got on my nerves eventually too because he seemed less like the one and more like superman.

The films other great flaw was Neo’s meeting with the Architect. The architect used lots of big words to pretend that he was saying meaningful things, when really he wasn’t. The conversation that they had was boring and did not really make much sense (I did however like all those TVs in the background). Neo learns that he is not “the one” that he thought that he was, but rather, a different type of “the one”. The prophecy isn’t true, the oracle is a program, and life as we know it is about to end.

In summary, “The Matrix Reloaded” fell far short of my expectations. I have never been more disappointed in a movie. I suppose that I have been spoiled by recent sequels that surpassed their predecessors; such as X2 or LOTR: The Two Towers. “The Matrix Reloaded” is retro not only through the old style green computer code that is used and the cool rotary phones, but also because it reminds us of the days when sequels could never stand up to the originals. “The Matrix” was slick, smart, and was completely on target. The Warchowski brothers however, reloaded the sequel with a blank.

5-12-03: spanish is over

5-11-03: gonads According to one of my fellow Spanish victims, this is where we will be hit "with a big stick", if we fail to spell things correctly on our Spanish exam tomorrow. I don't spend a horrible amount of time thinking about my gonads, but I would really hate for them to suffer just because my brain cannot perform to the expectations of the IB exam graders in France. Anyway, I looked up gonads in my dictionary jsut to make sure that I knew what it meant, and it turned out that it is a "very scientific" word. Because of its scientificness, me and my cohort decided that if we can find a way to word 'gonads' into answers for Physics and Chemistry questions, we just might get bonus points. ex: "H2SO4 makes acid rain which causes the deterioration of animal parts such as gonads" or "When Cesium is added to water, it is important for the experimenter to make sure that his/her gonads are clear of the reaction in order to prevent the induction of reproductive incompetency on the part of the experimenter". Yeah.

5-10-03: mistake It wasn't a horrible amount of fun, but a large part of today was spent by me in reflection of the mistakes that I have made. I could name a few, but that would make this site almost too entertaining/self-degrading for me to stand, so I will obstain from this. I have never ruined anyones life to my knowledge (unless my dad really was set on sending me to Davidson), and I never want to. I have realized that when I do things they often turn out wrong, and that sometimes I simply don't try hard enough. That last sentence for instance. It was a mistake. I mean, what do I even mean by that? I'm not sure that I mean anything. Anyway, I feel that it is necessary for me to apoligize for the depressing tone that this site has kindof taken up recently. I hate being depressed/depressing and so I am going to try and stop. Hmm, I hope that I can pass Spanish on Monday, or at least get a three. Otherwise I will fail IB and make joining the program and even bigger mistake that it already is. OK, someone needs to slap me. Actually, I will do it myself. Wow, now my cheek stings. Now they both sting. At least I'm smiling now.

5-09-03: blank After leaving home on this day to take the english exam, I didn't make it make until the next. That is why it's blank.

5-08-03: english It is the only language that I speak, and it is the greatest burden on me at the moment. But after tomorrow, I will not have to participate in an English class for a really long time (possibly ever), so I am trying to enjoy what I have left of it. I got the priviledge of copying an entire discussion journal tonight, and I hope that my efforts earn me a 50/50. If this happens than I think that I will be good in the class. And if I write a good essay tomorrow i might get a 5 or a 6 for my English grade. Oh wouldn't that be great? Well, I will try to not get my hopes too high up. As much as I would like to compliment someone today, I am too tired. I guess that I will do it tomorrow.

5-07-03: snakes There seems to have been a lot of snakes in my life recently. My whole backpack situation is still bothering me, but it isn't even the worst of it. Today I learned that Spanish isn't the only class that I have a critical situation in (it is not a good feeling at all). Also, we took a super evil English quiz. I seem to have fallen apart here at the end, it is really a shame. But along with snakes there are also ladders. I stumbled upon one today. The doctor agreed with me that I definitely didn't have TB, so I won't have to give up my money. Also I had a massive lunch for only two dollars. Maybe things are looking up. I will just have to wait and see.

5-06-03: tuberculosis Today was not a good day. It has been bad enough for me not to really want to discuss it at all. But I will make a basic list... My backpack is still lost, and I really miss it (and the things in it), I put on just about the most pathetic physics presentation that I can imagine (i seem set to fail the class), I got mad at the traffic for being annoying, and at various drivers for not letting me in when i really needed to change lanes (I nearly wrecked forcing myself into one), and McDonalds didn't give me enough tarter sauce on my Fish-o-Filet. Taking the cake of course, is when I went to the doctor so that they could look at my arm and tell me that I didn't have TB, they told me that I came a day late, and that they couldn't do it. My arm is obviously not reacting to what they put in it, and I am upset that they aren't going along with me. They informed me that I needed to get another injection and this time insurance wouldn't cover it. I told them good day and walked out. I am annoyed at the medical profession and personally don't see why anyone would want to compete for a spot at medical school so that they can become a money sucking jerk as their future job. Tomorrow I plan on calling the doctor's office and explaining my situation. If they don't see it my way, I don't plan on ever going there again. I hope tomorrow is better.

5-05-03: absent Is what most people were today as they went to take the IB math exam. I took it last year so I got to go to school today. Most of the classes were fun as we did hardly anything, and I got to play with the copy machine. And for lunch I got a 6-inch sub, half a cookie, and a drink for like $2.50!!! Oh, if only every day was like this.

5-04-03: zang According to Wayne's World (known as a religous work by some), zang means excellent, which means of the highest or finest quality according to bookshelf. Today I matched up against someone who thought that they were a zang badmintoner and ended up showing him why they call me the cockmaster. It truly was a zang experience.

5-03-03: trash Well, because of the ridiculous situation that I have been in with my webpage, i have been not been able to update for quite some time. I really wanted to also. Lots of crazy stuff has happened. I have walked long walks in the night, did some mad math, went to universal studios, gotten sick, invented a new way to play basketball, transformed my car into a trash heap, and became a master of badminton. Of course, all of that stuff happened before 'today' (which I am actually writing about a day late. You see, last night I was going to go bowling with some really cool people, and I was really excited about it because I thought that maybe I could win (only one of these 'cool people' claimed to know how to bowl, but I had personally witnessed him bowling before and I was not concerned). Anyway, the alley was closed, so we ended up going to TCBY, and then Hungry Howies, and then I got a horrible stomach ache, and then we played basketball, and then we played horse. You see, when I play horse, I don't play to win, I play to make an ass of myself. I try the most ridiculous shots that I can think of such as standing on one leg on top of a rock, staning, one foot on a queerly shaped stump, the other on a tree, and doing a granny shot (this almost went in), WAY behind the basket and to the right, and the most interesting, on top of a trash can which was situated only a bit behind the basket. Anyway, I foolishly missed the shot (to the good fortune of my opponents) , and I was just kindof sitting on the trash can (it is one of those big county ones). When I decided to get off I must have made to quick a movement, as the wheels of the can rolled out in front of me, and the can and I feel over to the ground. I screamed quite the girly scream as I fell, and ended up landing on my butt in the wet dirt (or mud). Fortunetly, I was not injured, but I did dirty up my auqa shirt quite a bit (the saddest part of the whole night). Oh well, I lived to write about it.

4-22-03: hat (Will be filled in later)

4-21-03: finals No, not that kind. Today I played in the district tennis tournament at the 4th singles position and at the 2nd doubles one. Single-elimination, and with only seven schools, there are only three rounds. I beat my first bad-tempered opponent (he through his racket at a greater frequenct than every other point) 6-3,6-1, and gained some confidence about how far I could go. I then proceeded to take out my Wakulla opponent in a long and tiring nailbiter 6-2,4-6,6-1, and earned a place in the finals. I am quite excited about this game that I will play tomorrow, and though it is against a Chiles guy who no one gives me a prayer against, I am trying to remain confident. I hear that even the runner up gets something though. So I am happy.

4-20-03: 420 I know that this is more of a number than a word, but I just realized that today is Bob Marley's birthday. Juxtaposed this year with Easter, it seems that today was the birth of some peoples' saivior while also the rebirth of another. Oh my, oh my, what a startling coincidence.

4-19-03: confirmation Tonight my brother was comfirmed into the Presbyterian Church. He is a ninth grader, yet his religious status seems to now be above mine. I have been reluctant to subject myself to the conformation process, for what I would like to think are all of the right reasons (the reason is not that I don't believe in God). Regardless, tonight I wished that I had been confirmed too. I was originally going to write about all the things that happened in the service that I though were silly, but I realized that this would be somewhat disrespectful and could easily be taken the wrong way by readers of this site. My favourite part of the service was when the minister stated "Christ is risen!" and the organ played the lowest tones I had ever heard from it (it shook the whole church), and bells began to ring in a very random and chaotic manner. It felt really scary. Especially considering that I was in my church where nothing scary ever happens. Eventually the noise died down and the minister again stated "Christ is risen!", the congregation replied "indeed!". The whole episode was rather convincing and I loved our response. After the service we all got to take pictures and such. The service was fun, and it felt quite Catholic. I was suprised when the grape juice that we drink for communion didn't taste like wine. They really should use wine, it has more zing to it. Silly Presbyterians.

4-18-03: sweat Today I was going like a turbo vette and I ended up quite sweaty. It was dripping off of my face. It was both crazy and kind of fun. Even my hair got wet, so I slicked it back and was like "hey, my hair is all slicked back". Unfortunetly, by the time I got to see anyone, it had all dried up. Still, it was quite the experience. That's right, my big Friday experience was getting sweaty. Yep.

4-17-03: rotary One of my proudest possesions is the rotary phone that I have sitting next to my computer. It is white, much like the unburned parts of my skin, and I thus feel connected to it in a weird way. It looks and feels very retro, and I love the way that it dials, spinning the dial is one of my favourite things to do (the process of making calls is often more fun for me than actually talking to the people that I call). On the phone is a number (possibly the number of its old home at the capitol). While the number is unfamiliar to me, is somehow seems very appropriate written on this phone. My phone also has one of the loudest ringers that I have ever heard. It uses an actual bell to notify people that it wants to be picked up, and the little stick thing hits the little bell thing really hard. My dad hated the loud ring so much that he made a switch on the back of the phone that turns the ringer off (currently it is in the 'off' position). Anyway, today after school, I had an invigorating conversation with Mr. Tamayo about how the cell phones from the eighties were way cooler than the silly small ones from today, and how it would be super sweet if someone would go and make a rotary cell phone. "RETRO!" screamed Chris McDonald a passionate observer of my conversation. Retro indeed. I am not really a fan of cell phones as they seem to be used primarily to give parents an ever greater grasp over the lives of their children, but I would go and buy a RTRO1966 model cell phone if one was ever created (naturally, I would get it in the color pink). So, if you are connected or something to a cell phone making company, then seriously consider this proposal. Not only is it a cool idea, it could potentially be a revolution in telecommunications.

4-16-03: republican I have lived ever since I turned eighteen as a republican. This has actually not been the most pleasant of experiences. I chose to be a republican because I liked the core beliefs behind the party (they seem more liberal than democrats to me), not because i am white, male, rich, a racist, or an ass. Living in Tallahassee, being a republican puts you in the minority. And from this experience, I have learned that living in a minority is a hard thing to do, ecspecially if the community that you are in holds nothing back about all of the negative feelings that they have towards your group. Many of the people that I go to school with seem to be horribly ignorant about politics (democrats) (just kidding), and they think that all people from a party are the same (i.e. all democrats are good, all republicans hate abortion but like to eat children). People also seem to view the president, and other political figures in the light of the party that they are in, rather than the actions that they take (don't kid yourselves bush-haters, if he was a Democrat, you would love him). Because all of this annoys me, I would like to clear some things up. Republicans are not evil. Republicans are not all the same. Republicans do not all want to destroy the environment. I am personally a big fan of recycling, and I shiver every time I see someone throw trash on the ground. Republicans are not all about making the rich richer, and the poor poorer (at least I hope not), they simply want to limit the power of government. Republicans also do not always blindly follow their leader. Personally, I would not have had any problems with Bush had it not been for his radical tax cut plan. To me, spending more and taxing less when you are already sitting on a huge national debt and you just fought in a costly war, is not only stupid, but also unrepublican. The problem that Clinton was trying, and succeeding, to fix is now being increased by Bush. I do not Bush's crazy Reagan like tactic at all, and I hope that he realizes the mistake that he is making. Well, that is all that I have to say. And as a side note: I would have voted for Gore if I were 18 at the time.

4-15-03: karaoke I have never really been much of a singer, nor have I really tried to be one. After watching American Idol tonight though, I have been inspired to sing. In celebration of this new silly feeling that I am having, I plan on making one of the most embarrasing CDs ever produced, featuring me singing various songs that I like. I don't know if I will actually do this, or if I will ever share the CD with any other living thing if I make it. But for now it sounds like a fun project, and I am working on singing such masterpieces such as "in da club" and "swing swing". Oh, I'm so exited I just can't hide it.

4-14-03: tight Today I had one of the worst stomach aches that I have ever had. It was bad enough to warrent me leaving school halfway through the day, something I have never done before. Anyway, making it even worse, today I wore the tightest pair of shorts that I own. They are a good 2 inches not wide enough, and they did an excellent job of squeezing my lower regions. Also, there is a huge hole in the back of them (for a completely unknown reason). It was so bad, that on the way home, I took the shorts off and just drove in my boxers. I don't plan on wearing those tight things any time in the near future.

4-13-03: zombie "Five teens, looking for fun. . . at a rave. . . on an island. . . full of zombies. . . Awful zombies. . . looking for one thing. . . (enter bad zombie voice and hard breathing) "I just want. . . your flesh". They are everywhere. . . they are fast. . . they fight to the end. . . and BEYOND. . ." (enter bad special effects and some really bad lines and you have the House of the Dead trailer). Apprently this movie is based on "one of the most popular video games of all time". If there is one game that should never be made into a movie it is pac man. But if there are two, they are pac man and House of the Dead: coming soon to a theatre near you.

4-12-03: perdition Tonight I watched a movie called Road to Perdition. It was critically acclaimed (though Ebert only gave it 3 stars), and it won an oscar for its score. The score was good, and it was one of the most artistic movies that I have seen in a long time, possibly ever. Seriously, every scene in it was packed with emotion and felt like a painting. The cinematography was beautiful. The promlem with the film is that it seemed to get too wrapped up in this artistic side, and thus lost much of its realism. When everything looks like art, it is hard to ignore that and pay attention to the plot. The theme of the film was lost on me. It was something about how being in the mafia is not a good idea, and also if you don't like someone, just kill them. It truely is beyond me how people ever grow to be old in the universes that movies like Road to Perdition create. It seems that you would almost surely be dead by the time you got to be twenty. Anyway, watching the movie was pretty much my night. That, and I ate mexican, but thats another story.

4-11-03: bump Today I learned something that nearly ruined my week. The horrible speed humps that have been plaguing my neighbourhood have now spread to Robinhood. Now there are six more poorly made speed humps for me to enjoy. Every day I have to drive over six on my way to and from school. And because of this new addition, there is practically no direction that I can go from my house to avoid the speed humps. The humps are so yucky. I mean, sometimes you get stuck behind someone who thinks that you have to slow down to five mph. It is horrible! Yep.

4-10-03: french Today I decided that I made the wrong decision when I was in middle school. Actually, I made a lot of bad decisions. Sometimes I can't believe that I am the same person that I was four years ago. Anyway, I realized that when I decided that taking Spanish was a far better idea than taking French, I was wrong. Throughout high school, Spanish has tourmented me. I have never acquired a grasp on the language, and I would be confidant about my chances of passing IB if it were not for what I will call the ESP factor. I went to a little house near Leon as a guest at one of the French get-together/party type things. I got to eat lots of great food, and I got to hear Aaron Boggs sing in French. I kind of like the sound of the language (to me, speaking French makes you sound stupid yet confident), and I wish that I could do it. I also like the way that the words in French hardly sound what the look like. I mean, it hardly makes sense. While the Spanish students do nothing but hate (me more than anyone else), the French students seem to have a good time (and actually know French). There is only one thing that I am scared of, and it isn't French. Do I think that I should have taken a different language, oui.

4-09-03: wet Ever since the Panama City trip, when my tennis coach announced to me that I was not going to be in the top five in districts, I have been wanting to go to practice and matches, and get some real blowouts to show him that I am worthy. Unfortunetly, it seems that God has other plans. For the last two days, it has rained, making tennis an impossibility. Time runs short, and for some reason I want this really bad. I know that I am a capable, if not even a skilled tennis player. But it seems that throughout the year I have been unsucessful in demonstrating this to the people who choose the lineup. I am not alone, the whole lineup has been messed up the whole year, but that is enough complaining. Apparently, if it is not raining again, I will get the oppertunity of a lifetime when I play Julia (a student from Germany), in a match. I await this matchup with great anticipation (as do a few others). I have never lost to a girl, but then again, I have never played a girl whos ability far exceeded mine. Maybe this whole thing shall teach me to mess with girls. Speaking of wetness, it seems that some of my classmates have come to think of me as a "male chauvinist pig". I kind of resent it when people think like this. I realize that a lot of the time I say things that are insensitive, or even stupid (my KKK idea) (Krispy Kreme Klub for those who didn't know), but I have realized as of late that my sense of humour works on a very strange level, and thus my way of speaking out against things that I despise (i.e. racism, sexism, school), is by embrasing some of the ideas of the offending party. Normally I do this with a sense of sarcasm, but apparently my sarcastic voice is the exact same as my normal voice, so it is often hard to tell. I suppose that was all unecessary self-analysis. I suppose that the loyal readers of this website must be thinking, "what does this all have to do with the word of the day, wet?" Well, to be honest, I don't know. I have actually been doing nothing but rambling for minutes now. It is kindof fun, and it is helping me clear my head so that I can finally get down to doing those silly study questions (this is long overdue). For the purpose of staying loyal to the word, let me just say that I feel all washed up. (though I do not really know what that means, I am sure that it accuratly describes how I am feeling). Whelp, that is all. I hope tomorrow is not as wet as today.

4-08-03: lambda The eleventh letter of the Greek alphabet, and a recurring symbol for wavelength in my physics homework.

4-07-03: nevertheless A great word if I have ever seen one. For its construction, three other smaller words (never, the, and less) were simply smashed together. It works so well in arguments too. It is about as close to German as English ever goes.

4-06-03: savings Daylight savings time is no good. I can't really explain it, but when you really think about it, I think that the further reveals the absurdity of life. I mean, it is like, "it is 1:50", and then twenty minutes later "eek, it is 3:10", where is the fun in that?

4-05-03: prom Normally I would try to think of a word that was not so obviously the highlight of the day (such as blood, for the blood stain that mysteriously appeared on my shirt, or cinnamon, for the post-prom pastries that I had). But today was really all about the prom, and it was really quite the experience. I must say, I have not really changed my opinion that prom is all really just set up by tuxedo renting companies and Kodak, as a money making venture. Nevertheless, it was fun. I got to pretend that I knew how to dance to the rap music that I appreciate oh so much, and I got to see all my colleagues all dressed up "as if they were getting married" (as my mom would say). I even got to take pictures of people, with a camera generously lended to me by my parents (I got the real prizes Katie and Brendan, but I never managed to take one of Kacee). And after it all, I didn't make it back home until five (six by the "official time"). Oh what a night.

4-04-03: tomato Today instead of going to school, I went to Panama City to play tennis. It was fun to play again, but the weather outside was frightful. There were strong winds through one of the matches, and the sun was almost unbearable. Playing, I could feel my skin burning. Other people suffered as well (some to a greater extent than me). When we got back in the van to head back home, I told Danny that his head looked like a tomato, he said that I was ugly, and Irina said that we both looked like the other. Apparently I look like a tomato (hooray), and Danny is ugly.

4-03-03: whipped I don't believe that I have ever written one of these words in response to what people have said to me just because I feel that entries such as these would degrade the wonderful aura that this site has to it, and reduce it to simply a place where I complain to people and think that they care. I don't want to do this, but unfortunetly, I am out of practice (due to my long writing absence), and I am sick. Because of this, the part of my brain that tells me to do smart things and to restrain myself from the temptation of cliche and illogical action is not working, and I will break one of the traditions of my site (I at least think that it is a tradition (The thinking part of my brain isn't really functioning properly right now, so I don't know that this means anything)). Anyway, today in Chemestry class, a small group of people insinuated that i was "whipped". Though I am unsure of the exact definition of the word (I doubt that it was being used in the Bookshelf def. 1 context: "To strike with repeated strokes, as with a strap or rod; lash."), I have never considered myself to be whipped. But how often does the whipee realize it? I would think that you would notice it. I mean, doesn't it leave a mark or something? Anyway, I have always considered myself to be in control, and in general, I get what I want, so maybe the accusation was entirely unfounded (it was given by people who don't know me too terribly well). Who knows? I will just keep on doing whatever it is that I am doing. Ugh, none of this really makes much sense. But I do suppose that I can read it later and get the embarrasing insight into how I think when I am tired and my superego is not functioning properly. Haha.

4-02-03: disconnected I would like to apoligize to this site for not updating it in so long. I am sure that it has missed me (as any self-respecting person who knew me would) during my seven day lack of contact with it. You see, it was all because my connection to the internet was severed (in quite the barbaric fashion). Painters came to my house to paint it. And apparently these "painters" were not skilled enough to paint the wall when my computer desk was positioned against it. Because of this, I was forced to relocate my computer to a place where it could not access the internet. It is really a shame, and I have missed typing a new word every day. In some ways, it is as if my one word a day education was ceased. Many interesting things happened over the last few days that I would have loved to associate words with. I went to Panama City Beach, I went to Fort Walton, Painters came to my house, there were multiple upsetting ncaab games, I had my chem presentation, MAO had an unpopular carwash, I realized that Wal Mart had been relocated, I interviewed for a GT scholarship, my grandparents came to visit, I saw my cousins, I played tennis in tropical storm winds, and I found one of my long lost Chemistry labs. Other very interesting things probably also happened that I cannot recall right now. But as you can see, my site has really missed out on a potential goldmine of events. Maybe I will go and write some back in later. For now, I am just glad to be back on the net.

3-24-03: badminton Oh what a sport. For the first time in years, I played it today. I had trouble getting the shuttlecock to go where I wanted it to, but after an hour or so, I seemed to get the hang of it. I even won a match to 15. I think that I have a new obsession.

3-23-03: ketchup After much heated debate over how the word is pronounced, I decided to look it up in the dictionary. Aparently, there are three correct pronounciations. Ketch-up, Catch-up, and Cat-sup. Well, I'm glad that is settled. So as long as you don't say 'ketchup' in the queerest way ever, you are probably pronouncing it right.
NOTE: the same thing goes with 'tomato' (maybe all tomato products work like this)

3-22-03: madness I seem to have caught march madness. I have watched so much basketball. And so far, I have gone 32-8 on my bracket. WhooHoo!!!

3-21-03: basketball For the first time in a long time, I played basketball today. It was just for fun, and I played with Deborah. I think that I would have beaten her had we played an actual game, but I cannot be sure. She fouled a lot, literally swinging me around (making it exceedingly difficult to shoot). She also has arms made of "pure muscle", so I have no doubt that she could shoot the long shot if she wanted to. Of course I backed off the challenge of a one on one match, fearing that things might get physical. Also, there were lots of mosquitos.

3-20-03: break Spring break is really a great time of the year. Unfortunetly, I have not been able to enjoy it yet as more Chemistry work than I have done in my life hangs overhead. I am doing a huge workload tonight, and hopefully someday I will be able to relax and have some fun. i.e. Tomorrow I might go to the beach and sleep (I am tired). I need a break.

3-19-03: ferromagnetic For those of you who don't know what ferromagnetic means, it is refering to substances that are naturally inclined to work as magnets. This was just one of the many things I learned at the Physics party tonight. I also had the revelation that amperes times seconds squared spells 'Ass'. Oh, the wonderful world of physics.

3-18-03: fence Imagine this... You are playing tennis, trying to earn the right to be one of the top five on varsity. To do this you have to defeat one of the best players. You hit the ball at your opponents feet and charge the net. He notices what you are doing and lobs it far above you, and to the right. Desperate for the point, you take off running away from the net. You see the ball bounce perfectly in the corner, you know that you can get to the ball if you run fast. You turn up the speed, catch up to the ball, and make a desperate over the head shot. Still running, you watch as your poor shot takes a direction that will lead it out of play, and then CLANG! ...It hurt, but I fortunetly got away with only minor scrapes. I lost the point, but I won the match 6-4, 7-5.

3-17-03: double Today I had what I like to call a 'double lunch' as in, I had two lunches. I had my first rushed lunch at Burger King, where I had two reasonably sized burgers and some deformed chicken strips. After school, I didn't really have anything to do, so in celebration of this, Deborah, Jonathan, and I went to Rally's. They have this really good deal, where you can get 4 slabs of meat (among other things) for $3. Of course I did this, and I ended up with a double bacon cheeseburger and a double chili and cheddar burger. It was so much food (notice how I cleverly incorporated 'double' into what I ate). So anyway, I got really full, and my stomach felt funny, and I couldn't eat any dinner (which was also ground beef). Today was quite the statement of a great mint.

3-16-03: hunger

3-15-03: fart

3-14-03: pretzel Pretzels are really good. I like how they are hard and salty. Whenever I eat lots of soft food, I use pretzels for balance. For the last hour or so as I've been writing I have been eating pretzels with jalapeño cream cheese and drinking lemon water. It is good stuff I tell you. Good stuff.

3-13-03: play About a week ago, Deborah asked me to go see the Lincoln production on The Sound of music with her on this day. I enthusiastically agreed, and I figured that I was going to get to see my first school play ever. As always, things were not as they seemed, and what looked simple was actually rather complicated. To understand what happened today, you must first go back in time to the seventh of March. This was the day that the tennis team was to take their exciting trip to Orlando. I was unable to come because of a MAO competition that was to be the next day. Well, besides missing a really fun tennis trip, I also missed my opportunity to prove myself to the coaches. Apparently, everyone else did quite well, as I was demoted off the singles roster and multiple people that I know I can beat ended up ahead of me. Because of all of this, the match that I played today, (number one doubles), was the very last match of the day. Considering that all of the singles games were three sets long, I didn't get to play for a really long time. This presented a problem as I was planning on seeing the play that night, as I hoped to go home and change and then pick up Deborah, arriving at Lincoln at around 7:00. This was not to be, and my match was destined to start around 6:00. Deborah and I made an elaborate plan in which she would go to my house and pick out some clothes for me to change into before we went to the play (as there was no way possible that I could get all of the way back to my house if I expected to be at Lincoln by 7:30 (the time the play started). Anyway, I waited eagerly for my match, and I got to see Heather win a great match of her own against a good player. Finally, it started. Chris Connolly and I played the #1 and #4 players from the other team. We played one of the oddest matches ever, as only one game was won by the serving team. We ended up losing 6-8. After the match, I rushed down Magnolia (through disgusting construction), to get to Deborah’s house by our designated cut off time. I made it with but minutes to spare, and we were off to find Lincoln. (Deborah actually looked rather nice, I was still sweaty and apparently stinky in my tennis uniform) Finding Lincoln was an adventure in itself. Neither Deborah nor I knew where Lincoln was, thought she thought that it was near Tom Brown Park. We thus drove through the park, across an intersection, around some bends, and alas, there was Lincoln. (The next part of the story is the most absurd and may be hard to understand) I stripped down in the Lincoln parking lot, and replaced my tennis uniform with a wrinkled T-Shirt and tight khaki shorts that had been residing in my car for at least a week. This didn’t really fit the original plan, but Deborah had been called away by her mother before she had been able to attempt to retrieve nice clothes for me (I later learned that this was for the best. No one was present at my house at the time). Deborah made a few comments about how I smelled and looked bad, assuring me that she was “only kidding” (though she was snickering as she said this). As we were walking into Lincoln to finally enjoy the play, Deborah and I both had a startling revelation; we were very hungry. I had actually been noticing it for a while, but it seemed that there was no way that we would be able to sit three hours through a play as our stomachs growled. We then made one of the craziest moves ever, and decided to go get something to eat and enter the play during intermission. Upon going back to my car I stuck my hand in my pocket as I normally do, and nothing. So I stuck my hand in the other pocket, again nothing. I looked in the ignition, nothing. It seemed that I had lost my keys. Deborah and I began a major search for my keys. It seemed that the most likely place that they would be was in the pockets of my tennis shorts. I checked six times, and they were never in them. I also looked under the car four times, under the seats at least seven times, in the crevasses twice, in my glove compartment three times, in Deborah’s purse twice, in the trunk three times, in my tennis racket cover twice, in all of the shirts laying in my car for no good reason three times, and in the ignition at least five times. Deborah and I kept looking and looking, until it seemed that there was no way that the keys were located inside the car. At this point I became a little bit upset and embarrassed that such a thing could happen to me, especially in the presence of another person. We did an extensive outside search, looking back at a wall that I had previously jumped over many times. The keys were nowhere to be found. This lack of transportation did nothing to satisfy our hunger, and so we both became upset and hungry (not a good combination). I found however, some old Valentine’s Day candy, a Crunch bar, and some corn nuts. I figured that if all else failed, at least we wouldn’t starve. I told Deborah that she should just leave and go to the play. I would call my parents and ask them to bring the spare set of keys to the car. She refused to do such a thing. As I decided to get back on my hands and knees again, Deborah went out to scout the outside. At this point it had been about an hour. I of course could not find anything, looking in the same places that had already been searched, and I doubted Deborah’s luck at finding them outside. As Deborah was coming back around seven minutes later, she asked “Any luck?” And as if by a miracle, I spotted the keys. They were behind one of the stupid little headrests on the seats. I smiled and showed her my discovery. I rarely feel a sense of relief of the magnitude that I felt at this time. Apparently, Deborah had prayed when she had gone out, and though it doesn’t seem that higher beings would care about my keys, it seemed that for a second I was given divine assistance in finding my keys, and they were found. It was quite remarkable really. Armed with my keys, I started up the car, and took great delight in that the battery was not dead. Deborah and I decided to go to McDonalds because I had five dollars in McDonalds gift certificates and no actual cash. After we made it to the McDonalds on Capital Circle, we noticed that it was packed. We reluctantly decided to enter, but changed our minds when Hungry Howie’s entered my head. So we went to Hungry Howie’s. I saw Derrick working there, and he hooked us up with a cheese pizza and some drinks (I had been thirsty for a while, it was a hot night). We also discussed how we had both lost our tennis matches earlier in the day. The meal was great, and I got to witness what I doubt many people have, Deborah’s superhuman eating ability. For someone who is contented with a happy meal, she really tore into that pizza. It was really good pizza. In case it is not obvious by now, we didn’t ever make it back to see the play. The pizza at Hungry Howie’s was basically the extent of this crazy night. Also, I forgot to note how my sense of direction tonight was absolutely horrid. Deborah was my navigator, and I was simply lost. Overall though, the whole thing was a fun experience, we almost made up a play of our own, with drama, romance, and almost an excess of humour. I suppose the moral of the day is “Don’t play around if you wanna see the play” or is it “you can’t play tennis and watch a play” or “you can’t be in the play if you want to watch it” or “Lincoln is hard to find” or something like that.
NOTE: I am aware that this is a pretty long explanation for one measly word. I simply felt that the whole night was interesting enough to be recorded, and as I do not keep a journal I thought that this would be an appropriate place. If you read the whole thing and found it boring than I am sorry that it took you so long to read it.
NOTE 2: The word count on this entry is 1517. This makes it longer than both of my World Literature papers.

3-12-03: mixed Today I played a lot of tennis. I was sent in to play for our JV team to "give those folks at Leon a worthy challenge". I was very confident that I would win considering that I was placed at number 5. After watching all of the other males fail to get a composite score of less than 4, I began to thing that Leon was a force to be reckoned with (we played to eight, there were four placing males besides me). I then went on to a humiliating defeat 5-8. The match was actually very close, but I blew my last serve and matchpoint was on an enormous error by me :(. After this exhausting match, Evan Goldstien and I had to go play Leon's number one doubles. We actually played at a decent level, but our compitition was quite high and we lost 2-8 (it was actually closer than the score suggests). After this match, I thought that the day was over for me, so I began to hit some balls for practice. Looking over to my right I saw Chris McDonald with Stephanie playing two Leon girls (losing 0-2 none the less). I immediately pointed my finger at Chris and laughed, "HAHA Chris is a girl" (he was in fact playing girls doubles). Chris for some reason or another had to leave at that point, and I was sent in to sub. It was actually rather fun. Stephanie (one of the more enthusiastic girls on the team) and I completly turned the game around. We scored point after point and the Leon girls just didn't know how to handle me. I got some really good net play in, and even made a few good serves. I even accidently slammed one of the Leon girls in the leg (I calmed down after I did this). Anyway, we couldn't finish the match because it was getting dark and we called it at 7-3 (the winner was quite apparent). Playing with girls was actually a whole lot of fun, I think that I should try playing some mixed doubles or something. My coach commented on how mixed doubles is lots of fun and how every time he plays he picks up women. It was all pretty funny. That and how I did the long jump and got sand all up in my shoes. Leon can be a fun place. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad to go there.

3-11-03: cat Someone once told me that once you let the cat out of the bag it is hard to get the cat back in the bag. This really doesn't apply to FCAT, which was today. I got 4 hours of free time, and spent it in the wisest way possible, by doing chemistry, going to burger king, playing tennis, walking around, and then playing Monopoly. Monopoly is a really fun game, and I want to start a monopoly club. It too has nothing to do with cats. It seems that I chose the wrong word. Or did I? This site grows harder and harder to maintain. But I think that I will just keep on truckin'.

3-10-03: quiz I was a little upset by the quiz that we had in English today, only because it didn't seem to measure what it was intended to. I could have done just as well on it without reading another 200 or so pages last night, and because of this, it does not seem that it was much of a check to see if you read the book or not. Not to mention that the people in the later periods already knew what the questions were. For some reason, fairness has always mattered to me. This quiz was anything but fair.

3-09-03: slime There is this game that I have been playing on the internet for amusement for the last few days called slime volleyball The game is lots of fun and I have actually gotten pretty good at it. I cannot beat level 3 of course, but then again, I am not sure that anyone can as you have to face off against the "Slime Master". Maybe some day I will defeat him, and maybe some day I will read Midnights Children.

3-08-03: hardees Before today, I had never been to Hardees. I have always looked down on it though as being the worst fast food place that there was. Much of this prejudice came from their horrible commercials involving that annoying Mr. Star and their rampant advertizing for what they seemed to think was the most clever idea ever, the Six Dollar Burger. They suggested that people would actually eat the burger, and then think to themselves, "hey self, if I had gone to a fancy restauraunt and gotten a burger it might have cost me six dollars, not to mention the fifty cent tip that I would have felt obligated to leave the waitress. And seriously, this burger is likely just as good. And it only cost $3.95!!! What a bargain!!! And I didn't even have to leave a tip. I am so smart." At least This is the only reason that I can think of why you would have the most expensive burger in fast food, and then give it a name that suggests that it is even more costly. Anyway, after the bus driver for MAO got to A.C. Mosley for our competition today, he realized that he had forgotten to stop for breakfast. Hence, we went to the nearest place, Hardees. The breakfast that I got was not half bad. I ordered a big western breakfast for the bargain price of $2.79 (I was suprized that it wasn't called the five dollar big western breakfast). It included hotcakes, an egg, a biscuit, hash browns, and bacon. As I said, it was a pretty good meal, and it fit my budget. I tip my hat to Hardees. Though they do not come off as being of any sort of quality place to eat, they do cook up one of the meanist fast food breakfasts that I have ever had.

3-07-03: adventure I had two adventures today. In one, I had to rush home to correct my improperly formatted TOK paper. I had to drive in the rain and I encountered a fire truck, the whole thing took longer than I expected. My next adventure involved Deborah and I attempting to deliver my scholarship application to someone who worked in an architecture firm. We first had to meet up with my dad at the capitol. Then we went driving off to the copper building (the building that looks like it is made of copper on Commonwealth). My dad called then and told me that I wasn't trying to get to the copper building but rather a small building on a road that I didn't know existed. After many wrong turns, I finally came across what seemed to be the right building, but once inside, I was notified that in fact the building I sought was the identical one across the street. I walked over and listened to some workers talk about their moms. The person that I was supposed to deliver the application to was not at work, so I had to settle with leaving it with his coworkers. After this I got to get gas, and made about 3 U-turns before heading back on the interstate. I also exited the interstate the wrong direction and caught my mistake about a mile down the road. My driving today was about as pathetic as I have ever seen it, but hey, it was an adventure. (Note: I got around 3.5 hours of sleep last night)

3-06-03: late Being the somewhat sad person that I am, I searched this website to see how many times that I have said the word 'late'. Well, before it was three times, but now it is five. I do believe that excluding when I was out of town this is the latest that I have ever updated my website. It is technically not even the 6th anymore, but because I woke up on the 6th and haven't gone to bed since I am going to say that it is. Anyway, I have stayed up late tonight to write a scholarship application to Georgia Tech, do my CAS book, and revise my best TOK paper. All but the CAS book are completed at this point, but who really cares about CAS anyway? (Actually, according to my CAS essay I loved it and it changed my life forever) Also, late is when I will be turning in my English study questions, as I decided that there was no way possible that I could finish them on time. Well, that is about all that I can think of, except to mention that it is currently 2:00 (no that is not rounded). And I have now said 'late' eight times. HOORAY!

3-05-03: copy Copying is an essential part of high school. Whether you are copying last nights physics homework from a friend or making a trip to Staples at 11:30 to make 2 copies of your math portfolio problem, it seems that you are always doing it. Tonight I found myself in a bind. There is a Chemistry test tomorrow, and I had lost my 33 page packet on the material about a week ago. This left me with hardly anything to study. I resorted to going over to Jonathan's house at about 8:00 and taking his packet (actually his sister provided it to me), and then running it down to Kinko's. What I found at Kinko's was life altering. They had this amazing copy machine, where you simply gave it papers and told it to make 2 sided copies, and then it would (get this) EAT the PAPERS, and then REGURGITATE them into a tray also producing 2-sided copies into another tray. It was neat, it was fun, and it was like LIGHTNING (fast). Humerously, I spent more time trying to staple my new beautiful copy with Kinko's krappy stapler, than it took to actually make the copy. I made the drive back to Jonathan's house in awe, and then I went and celebrated my experience with a large chocolate shake from Steak and Shake. It was a really good shake. It was a really good shake.

3-04-03: school When some loud braggart tries to put me down, and says his school is great, I tell him right away, "Now what's the matter buddy ain't you heard of my school, It's number one in the state". Yeah, be true to your school. School has been hard, but I am trying to stay true, and get the Beach Boys out of my head. Hooray for Rickards!

3-03-03: cavity Today I had to go to the denist. It was not a fun experience. I got to sit in this chair, and they shined lights in my eyes. Despite this, I almost fell asleep, something about the dentist's office is intoxicating. I got a jolt when they began to scrape my teeth with a very dangerous sharp tool (which painfully found its way into my gums on more than one occasion). Then they began to apply the most disgusting form of fluoride that i have ever tatsed to my teeth. Much of it managed to find its way to my tongue, and I had to struggle to not gag. The real clencher of the whole experience was that despite brushing my teeth every morning and evening, I had five cavities. Not good. Not good at all.

3-02-03: worms There is not a single game that I can think of that is more fun and entertaining that worms 2. In this game you get to be the general of an army of warrior worms, and attempt to eliminate the enemy armies. It is very cartoonish, and the weapons are all lots of fun. The worms talk too, with really high pitched voices. I played Jonathan today, I beat him once, but our second match ended in a draw. I must commend him for this, as there are not many people who can manipulate their worms the way I can. "HOORAY!"

3-01-03: rain Back in January, I set up a carwash for today, appeasing the greater powers of Mu Alpha Theta. At the same time though, weather patterns had begun that made rain on this day inevitable. Sometimes I like the rain, and other times all it does is spoil things. When I woke up at 8:40 this morning, I saw all of the rain and made the executive and obvious decision to cancel the carwash. This did not however relieve me from having to drive down to the Gate and notifying the management of this change of plan. I was somewhat relieved though that I did not have to wash cars for five hours (I was somewhat tired). The rain did make for a rather depressing and dangerous driving experience (my tires do not react to rain well). I didn't do much outside today, but listening to the rhythm of the falling rain from my couch was relaxing and fun. I hope the rain stops by tomorrow. I want to do some outside stuff.

2-27-03: victory Now isn't it a great thing. My Spanish oral was hardly a victory, but I suppose that it is over. In tennis today, we got to play Godby. I beat their number 3 in singles (8-6) and then Brian Schimming and I beat there number 2 doubles (6-4). These were my first wins of the year and they felt great. After tennis, Joseph and I decided to go to the basketball game. It was an amazing game the momenteum and score kept on shifting between the teams. Rickards came back from eight behind only to blow a four point lead with 11 seconds to go. Rickards then charged down the court and made a last second three to win the game. It was an amazing ending. Winning sure feels good.

2-26-03: gas Gas is an amazing thing. Tonight I worked at the civic centre for MAO. The event started at 9:00, and I was there until very late. The smell of the hotdogs that we sold makes the stomach cringe, and with the combination of that and complementary chile cheese nachos, it is hard to obstain from an ocasional gastric discharge. Before any of that though, I woke up tired and went to school. As of late, I have been noticing a correlation between how late I go to bed and how tired I am in the morning (i.e. if I go to bed at 4:00, I am very tired in the morning). Today at school was not much fun. Many people told me that I was going to fail IB due to my recent shenanigans. Also, people somehow got the idea that I was gay, and began to offer horribly misleading explainations as to why there was a large hole in the back of my shorts. For lunch I ordered a Western Whopper, but they forgot the bacon. I took it back and after 3 more minutes they managed to make me a new one. I was happy, but it had mayonaisse on it. The burger was doubtfully worth what I payed for it. After lunch, I went to physics, but I made one of the silliest errors of my life. I forgot my backpack. My classmates taunted me, and I was forced to make a humiliating march down to my car (which was quite far down in the parking lot), to get it. I got my worst test score yet in physics, I missed the group presentations in English, I lost my Chemestry packet, and I was clueless about Spanish. What does this all have to do with gas? Well, though everything seemed to be going wrong with my day, I fortunetly did not have it. Unfortunetly, my car also did not have it, but I dismissed it as a problem that could be easily fixed with a near future trip to the gas station. This of course would be after my long awaited tennis match with Florida High. Speaking of this, I decided that this match I should take my own car (due to the mishaps of the last away match). I asked Shaun Sukhram for directions, and he drew me a very useful map (seen here for your viewing pleasure). Looking back, I have no idea why I was confused, except that Blairstone didn't seem to intersect with Capital Circle and all I knew was that I had to turn left on 'some road' and then right onto 'another road' then left onto a 'third unknown road'. Long story short, I ended up on Appalachee, then Capital Circle, then Tram, then Jefferson County. I began to figure that I was doing something wrong and I realized that my gas levels were becoming dangerously low (and I hadn't seen a gas station for miles), so I turned around. I ended up running out of gas at the intersection of Paul Russel and Old St. Augustine. So, I parked my car. After checking my cell phone to make sure that there were no working batteries in it, I went on a trek to find a gas station or a phone. Cleverly, I left my passenger window open (this is sarcasm, it wasn't clever at all, or intentional, I am glad nothing was stolen). Anyway, I eventually made my way to Staples and called my dad. He came to my rescue with 2 gallons of gas. While I was waiting for him, I bought a Coke and ate a disgusting looking, melted Crunch bar (a scenario I would later renact with chili and cheese nachos). After returning to my car, I realized that I had left the window open, and as a result of the rain the inside of my car was quite wet. After refilling my car with gas at the gas station, I realized that the Coke I had had spilled over everything. My beloved Georgia Tech sweatshirt and various papers were soaked with sticky icky Coke. I dried it up the best I could with some paper towels. After all this, I took the arduous journey to Florida High to see if any tennis people were still there (at this point it was about 4:30). This time I actually made it, but no Rickards Varsity tennis players were to be found. Apparently the match was cancelled due to the rain. I began the journey home on a full tank, and due to horrific trafic, returned home a bit more than an hour later. On the ride home I began wishing that I was dead so that I would not have to deal with such hellish trafic. Making matters worse, when I got home I failed to realize that my backpack was unzipped, and when I lifted it, everything poured out. Distraught, I left my stuff there. I only had 30 minutes or so before I had to leave for the Civic Centre, but I made the most of it. If I were a supreme being, for fun I would play with people the way I was played with today. To think, so many misfortunes, but I managed to end the day on a good note, stuffing my face with pure prepackaged chili and cheese, and managing to leave yet again, without gas.

2-25-03: carpet carpet is a fun thing. It is nice, and soft, and some guys came to my house today to put in a new one. I stayed home sick today, and when I woke up at 2:00, I was pinned in my room by the guys putting carpet in. Very strange. I like the new carpet though. It feels good (unlike Spanish orals).

2-24-03: spanish sucks

2-23-03: shirt I have been talking to some people recently about the way that I look. Certain people think that I am attractive, while others just say no. For example, Alexandra thinks that I am not only unattractive, but also difficult to look at for extended periods of time without getting a headache and a mild uneasy feeling in the stomach. Contrary to this, when I took my shirt of in front of my roommates at a hotel before our Mu Alpha Theta competition they all screamed "TOO SEXY! WE CANNOT TAKE IT! PUT IT BACK ON!” Honestly, I think that I almost turned two straight males (and one ambiguous one) gay, just by the sight of me. Whatever someone's opinion is of my looks, most people agree on one thing... that the red shirt that I wear nearly every other day makes me look horrendous. Apparently in addition to having many poorly placed holes, it brings out the natural pink tone in my skin or something. Anyway, the whole red shirt = ugly issue that I have is not an easy one to solve. Whereas most people seem to have a variety of clothes, the red shirts that I own make up an estimated one half of my wardrobe. It isn't that I only have two shirts, it is that I have about seven or eight red shirts (this is strange considering that they all seem to have holes in the same place). The reason that I have so many goes back to a time long ago, when I was obsessed with Wal Mart. I used to visit there with an unhealthy frequency, and many of the times that I went, I noticed that they sold Fruit of the Loom shirts for a great price. The color that looked the best (I foolishly believed) was red. So I would buy one, and then later another, and so on and so on. Eventually, I collected enough red shirts so that if I wanted to never wear another shirt again, it wouldn't be a problem. Now, people threaten to beat me up if I wear the dreaded shirts, and when I have telephone conversations with my girlfriend the first thing she always says is "what are you wearing? It better not be that stupid red shirt". The situation is sad, and my reputation of having a keen sense of style is in Jeopardy. I think that I will give the shirts away. If you read this site and would like a shirt just tell me, and I will see if I can hook you up

2-22-03: ironic So, MAO got 2nd in the state today. My calc team even got 1st in the team round. But for some reason, people were upset about this result (it is important to note that we have never done this well before). It is hard for me to explain how excited I was when I heard the scores read out and learned that our calc team won 1st in the state. I had nearly the same feeling when Rickards got 2nd overall. I simply think that it is a shame that many instead of enjoying the feeling of being so much better than anyone expected us to be, many people just talked about how much we sucked. The team members all gave it their best shot, and even if they personally had a bad day, there was no reason to be upset. We got second, and we are only getting better. "Why can't other schools touch us" I asked Shaanan. Well, because we are f***ing geniuses

2-21-03: --- There is no word for this day because instead of being at home having fun, I was at Busch Gardens having fun in preperation for a Mu Alpha Theta competition.

2-20-03: flop Have you ever seen a flip flop break? Today, I had to take Deborah back to my car to get her keys (that she had accidentally left in there). After she had sucessfully recovered the keys, we began to head back to history. Due to my clumsiness, I stepped on her flip flop, and the little strap thing broke right off. I said that she should glue it back on, but there was no glue to be had. There were also failed attempts at repairs with staples (actually rather humourous), and a price sticker (from the back of one of Deborah's books). It was really too bad, and i felt awful. But the true moral of the story is don't shop for footwear at Old Navy if you have a clumsy boyfriend.

2-19-03: organic Someone asked me if I could make 'organic' my word of the day. I said yes. Well gee, not really much to say about organic. I mean, there are a lot of organic things. Today I played tennis against some organic things from Leon. I stupidly left my poor inorganic car back at Rickards though. And then none of my organic friends wanted to, as I termed it, "help a brotha out". I had to wait a long time... but eventually someone hooked me up and I got back. Yeah.

2-18-03: moon On the ride back to Tallahassee after my somewhat humiliating tennis match in Crestview I was looking in the sky. The sky is a rather nice thing to look at because it is so peaceful and beautiful. Once I said that the sky was nothing and someone else disagreed. But what makes a better nothing than the night sky, it seems so serene, and pure. Anyway, while looking in the sky I noticed the moon. It was low in the horizon, elliptical, and red. It was quite the sight to behold. As the night went on the moon became more and more white and circular. Eventually, when it was in the sky above us I made the comment that it was bright. One of my companions (smart, because he is in IB and all) notified me that I had the Sun to thank for that. In order to show that I was not dull, and also in IB, I told if that it was not quite as bright as the sun, but that it might be if it were made out of mirrors. Everyone thought that this was rather funny, and the people that I was with laughed at it and some of the other things I said on the way back. I think that I nearly killed Shaun Sukhram. He was grabbing his stomach and everything. Nothing cures losing (2-6,2-6) and then (0-6,2-6) quite like a good laugh... and the moon.

2-17-03: tree How can you truely be a man if you don't know about all of the different kinds of trees? I don't know. My cousin goes to Clemson and he is learning all about trees and plants and stuff in preperation for his Forestry Management (i think) major. He has to learn the names of like 1000 plants and trees, it is CRAZY! His final exam is going to be something like they blindfold you and then feed you some bark, and you have to tell what type of tree it is from. I only bring it up because of my lack of knowledge of nature. I seriously know hardly anything. Then again, my cousin isn't very good at DDR, so I have him in that department. But he does know his guns, and thats all that really matters, right? Yeah, so I don't know much about the wilderness, but that doesn't mean my whole family doesn't. Yeah, and I climb trees sometimes, so who cares what they are called? Not me. No way.

2-16-03: two So, I have been doing my World Literature II paper, and I realized how great the number two is. I mean, that was the age I was when I learned how to say "P" like for "Publix", and it is how many points you get for a safety. It is the number of digits in binary, and it is how many parents I have. It is my number of hands and my number of feet. It is when I went to bed last night, and it is when I will probably go to bed tonight. It is the number for February and it is the number of CD drives I have in my computer. It is how many brain bowl questions I got right during tryouts, and it is my projected IB Spansih grade. Oh two, I love you. <---notice the rhyme
UPDATE: It is 2:40, now I am going to bed

2-15-03: phart I figure that there is a P-H fat, a G-H gay, and even a P-H phone, but there isn't any current way to make farting sound cool. Hence, P-H fart (or phart). I mean, it sounds kindof immature, but it is still a phun word. I think that I will use it to descibe the noise that is made when skin is rubbed together in the way that makes a farting sound. Heehee!

2-14-03: bullseye That is the name of the henchman in Daredevil, one of the most humourously bad movies that I have ever seen. Bullseye has a target incised into his forehead for no apparent reason. Or maybe it is the reason behind his name. I mean, when his parents saw him as a baby they were probably like "HAHA, there is a target on our kid's forehead, lets name him Bullseye to emphasize this most odd birthmark". The poor kid probably had it really hard in school. I can imagine him playing dodgeball, all of the other kids would be like "lets hit the bullseye". The fact that there was a target on his head surely did not prevent him from being a target. No wonder the poor kid ended up so violent. He had to defend himself from this torment Maybe this film was actually a commentary on how you shouldn't name your kid for your own amusement as they might turn out evil as a result. Or maybe Bullseye had some sort of weird accident in the past, i.e. He got hit by a radioactive dart in a bar which not only caused the suggestive incision and made him lose his sense of smell, but it also strangly enhanced his projectile throwing abilities. Unfortunetly, the movie does not really address Bullseye's forehead. This was a huge mistake, as it could have made for a great flashback, tons of cool one-liners, and at least three unecessary camera revolutions. Bullseye had a great motive to hate Daredevil in the movie. Once, when he attempted to kill him, Daredevil moved out of of the blade prompting this ingeniously written response by Bullseye, "I missed. I never miss". He then goes on to dedicate his life to killing Daredevil because "He made me miss". Well, that's a good enough reason for me. If you love bad one-liners, and you thought that XXX was the best movie ever, than you will love Daredevil. As Daredevel says after dropping Bullseye onto a car, "Bullseye."

2-13-03: a "A is for A-hole" Derrick told me and a group of fellow tennis players showing us the gold 'A' that he wears around his neck. I couldn't help but laugh, but today I kind of feel like an 'A' myself. Scheduling and planning has never been one of my top skills, but this past week I made a scheduling disaster. To put in short, I agreed to go on two different and seperate things tomorrow night. It does not help at all that tomorrow is Valentines Day (personally, the most dreaded day of the year). Deborah informs me that there are at least five people steaming mad at me, and now I have to cancel on someone (something I hate doing). I wish that the restriction that time places on us would go away and that we could do everything that we wanted without taking time into consideration. Being a 4th dimensional being would be quite fun. I mean, imagine being able to swim in the sea of time. Yeah. Study Questions and Spanish Oral are beckoning at me and they are hard to ignore (they have the stench of an A).

2-12-03: oral What do you think of when you think of oral. Some people think about spanish, some the dentist, some our formal oral commentaries. But when I think of oral, I think about oral sex. I mean, really. Actually, I am just kidding, today I did my formal oral commentary, under what I believe were the worst circumstances ever. It was to take place at 11:10 (the last slot before lunch), and so I was sitting in Spanish waiting to do mine. Out of nowhere, Sra Torres started giving our class a 15 minute lecture on how much we all sucked. She actually said, "I talked to Ms. Parks yesterday, and she said based on the orals that she heard yesterday she has no idea where you all have been for the last 4 months, and I agree". Then she went on to say, "yeah, ya'll better get tutors and pay them a whole lot of money, because otherwise you have no chance of passing IB, a WHOLE lot of money". In the meantime I was desperatly raising my hand hoping that she would let me go to do my dreaded oral commentary. It was the worst inspirational speech that I think I have ever heard. And I was off to do my oral. I had to wait a while in the media centre because they were running late, and eventually I saw Ms. Parks come out and be like, "We really need to hurry this up, because I am SOOOO hungry. And I get mad when I am hungry" And then Mr. Schwarz, the proctor, was like "HAHA Ms. Parks, you are so silly". I at the time was rapidly losing confidence in how well the whole thing would turn out. So, I went into the room, and picked The Waste Land Section II: A game of chess. It was probably the worst passage I could pick. I didn't remember the poem at all, and I couldn't find a theme at all for about 15 minutes into my 20. I wrote a desperate outline (one that would have surely earned me a D had I turned it in for a practice), and then I talked to Ms. Parks for 11 minutes about nothing (3 minutes were surely "Ummmmmm"). Anyway, I no longer think that I am going to get a good IB grade in English. My self prediction has gone from a 6 to a 4. It is kindof sad really. But at least I had fun reading all of those great stories and poems in preperation for this disaster.

2-11-03: centre So I know that it is pretty lame to have 'centre' as my word of the day considering that i made fun if the British spelling of things just a few days ago, but today there was a MAO fundraiser at the civic centre. This fundraiser was different from most in that I didn't want to go at all. I do have my big English oral tomorrow, and I was afraid that it would cut into my study time (much like this website is doing right now). Anyway, fearing a shortage of help I asked my dad and my brother to help and I begged Deborah to come also (though she isn't even in MAO). Fortunetly, they and she all showed up, and of course the people who actually signed up for the event didn't. With them, Caitie Mook, and Josh Hargrove, it seemed that we were set. The event going on was the play, Cinderella. It was odd because hardly anyone came to our booth at all, and around 8:00 Caitie and Josh left. But then at intermission, there was the biggest rush that I have ever seen. (The fact that we were the only manned booth didn't help) So I used my amazing lightning cash regester skills and my help ran around making stuff as we cut down on the huge line building up in front of us. One lady humourously ordered 1 medium pepsi, 1 medium diet pepsi, 1 medium sierra mist, a large nachos, a popcorn, some sort of candy bar (i think), and a large chili cheese dog (the hardest thing to fix at the civic centre concessions). It was the hardest order I had ever heard, but Deborah and I managed to get through it. The night was fun, boring, exciting, and challenging (if you don't think that this makes sense, you should come to a MAO fundraiser, especially one at the civic centre), and I got to crack jokes about the levels of cleanliness that we maintained. Horrah for MAO, Horrah for Cinderella, and Horrah for Deborah, who quite frankly saved my butt tonight.

2-10-03: incompetent Have you ever scheduled a major event and then told lots of people about it but then forgot about the event itself and never showed up? The MAO fundraisers have but they have never made as big of an offense as Chiles tennis. Today the Chiles JV team was supposed to travel to Rickards to take us on. Unfortunetly, the coach a Chiles "forgot" about the match and so Chiles never came. My personal belief is that they were just scared, but all signs point to unlikely about that idea. Missing a sporting event is pretty sad and I cannot remember I time that Rickards has committed the offense. I suppose that you can always trust our rich northside friends to make mistakes like this.

2-09-03: yikes That's right, yikes. For the first time in a long time I feel like a bad person. I am falling dangerously behind in my school work. I have not even started my History Internal Assessment for tomorrow. Not to mention that I have some assignments that were due long ago still lingering, yet to be done. Also, as a result of my recent hysteria in conjunction with hanging out with certain people who say funny things, I have ended up changing my vocabulary. Now every time someone says anything, it is hard for me to respond without saying 'yay' or 'hooray' or 'wowo' or 'that sux0rs' or 'yikes'. As a result of this my speech has become rather redundant, much like a surfer dude but suprisingly less obnoxious.

2-08-03: humour Well, it seems as of late that I have been losing my sense of humour. So I have brilliantly decided to attempt to get a laugh using the lowest from of humour. That's right, I am spelling things like a Brit. Um... centre, programme, colour, armour, mothre. Yeah, cheers.

2-07-03: hole Many things come to mind when I think of holes. The void in life, golf, breaches, damage, and the blowout that I had today. Yep, when I went around a corner, travelling from the park back to Rickards, I hit a curb and some unecessary metal things that were sticking out of the curb badly punctured my tire. It made the most awful sound. I must thank Katie Schwarz for saving the day stopping by and lending me her cell phone and taking the desperate Deborah back to school. Replacing the flat was lots of fun as I am sure that you can imagine. The jack was incredibly slow, and it took nearly 5 minutes to lift the car up enough. After putting on teh spare, and then lowering it down. I realized that the spare was also flat. So, I had to jack up the car again and take it off. Me and my dad then went to the Gate Gas Station to fill it up with air before finally securing the spare on the car. The experience was really not all that fun (all in all it took nearly 40 minutes), and I would not care to repeat the process again.

2-06-03: racquetball Today I was going to have a raquetball match with Katherine Williams. I was quite anticipating it, as I have never played the sport and I am always for looking for new things to beat people at. Anyway, I was going to drive her to her gym where we could play. I was just about to do this, when Jonathan was all like "well John, if you are going to go that far out, you might as well take me home", and Katherine was like "HOORAY!" Anyway, I drove the 10.4 miles or whatever to the Williams' house. When I was there we decided that we should take advantage of the fact that there was food in the house, and we proceeded to stuff ourselves with an all time favourite: tomato-cheddar Bread. It was actually rather good. But that really has nothing to do with today's word of the day. And neither does the time that Brendan told me that nearly all of my word of the days are about food. But it seems that food always does come up. Anyway, one thing led to another, and we ended up never going to play racquetball. Katherine promises me that we will play sometime in the future and I am inclined to believe this, considering that plans that I have always work out.

2-05-03: sauce For lunch today I went to McDonald's. I really love Big Macs and so I got two of them. My favourite part of the burger is the secret sauce that they put on them. Anyway, while I was eating, something horrible happened and I ended up with secret sauce on my pants. Later, in my physics class, some other students inquired about the rather suggestive stain that I had on my pants. I told them that it was "secret sauce" (with the finger quotes and all), and I think that they took it the wrong way. Especially after one of the people that I went to lunch with failed to confirm that it was from a big mac. Ashish asked if there was sperm in my secret sauce, and i told him that I thought that it was only thousand island dressing. Who knows though, I mean, the stuff is addicting.

2-04-03: deeper I am sure that seeing that word that most people think of sex. Well, it isn't all about the sex. Today I actually had my long awaited physical. I got to do lots of fun stuff like wait, and have me reflexes tested. I turned out to be in great shape. Unfortunetly, the part of the visit that excited me most, (the grab and cough), has been substantially tuned down sense my last visit. The doctor simply pressed on my upper leg and said "cough"... "NO! not like that. DEEPER!", and I coughed my manliest cough. Personally though, I felt gypped. I mean, I didn't even get to take my pants off. How lame is that? Anyway, if you ever want to have a physical done in the classical style, then don't go to Patients First.

2-03-03: ace OK, so I didn't totally shut Chris Brown out when I played him today. Nor did I win using awesome power shots and using speed that he simply couldn't handle. I did however beat him 8-2 in a pro set after tennis practice today, and showed him that I am at least a worthy opponent to his greatness. Even though it wasn't a real match, I consider it my first victory this year that is worth something. I mean, we played tired too. It was after a hard practice, and we were both worn. Chris wants to play me again later when we are 'both fresh'. I am eagerly awaiting that day Chris. Now if only I could make varsity...

2-02-03: sandpaper So, my parents decided that we should repaint a good part of our house. I personally don't see why it needs it and my parents are calling me blind. Anyway, in preporation for the paint job, today I got to sand a lot of the old paint to 'rough it up' in preperation for the paint job that will come in the near future. Sanding is not one of my favourite things to do, but I did manage to get my hands coated in a white paint powder, so I did get something out of it. Actually, they are still coated... right now... I think that I will go wash my hands.

2-01-03: sister You know, I have always wished that I had a sister. I figured that it would help me understand the female mind a bit better. Also, a lot of people that I know have sisters that cook yummy things, like cookies and such. That would also be nice. Tonight I believe that I am going to be going to a Sister Hazel concert. They are a great group, and one of their songs is even used for an energizer at Montreat. HOORAY! (Update: they sold out of tickets and I am not going to the concert)

1-30-03: cough So, today I thought I was going to have to go to the doctor for my physical (hence the word of the day). I had lots of trouble actually finding Patients First on Appalachee, and because I had forgotten my cell phone at home I ended up going way down the parkway searching for it before eventually giving up and pulling into a Burger King where I called my mom on a pay phone to ask her where the doctor's office was. Apparently, it costs 50 cents to make a pay phone call now-a-days, which seems a bit high to me. I remember the good old days when it only cost a quarter. Anyway, when I finally found the stupid place (it was well hidden), and then filled out one of those silly appointment forms, they told me that my insurance didn't cover walk-in sports physicals. They would have to charge $75!!! So, I had to schedule one for the future, and then was off to my next adventure at the registrar's office at FSU to finally get my grades. But that's a whole nother story. (And has not much to do with cough, today's word of the day)

1-29-03: donut After a good roast beef dinner, nothing tastes as good as a fresh cinnamon fries glazed donut from publix. Ain't no one gonna argue with that.

1-28-03: teriyaki OK, so today something incredible happened. Thats right. I went to Subway for lunch. It was like heaven, the best lunch that I have had all year. I had a twelve inch chicken teriyaki on Parmesan Oregano bread. Oh, just thinking about it I am salivating :)'''. So, yeah, I highly recommend Subway for lunch. I am planning on going much more.

1-27-03: service Today I went to Burger King with Jonathan for lunch. And I was upset to find that they no longer make those great tacos that I loved so much. Anyway, when I ordered my sad meal of 2 bacon cheeseburgers and a shake, I didn't get any service. Before I got my food, all of the people in front of me, and all of the people behind me in line had gotten theirs. It took nearly 10 minutes for me to get my food and all of the people behind the counter simply ignored me. It was kindof upsetting, and my love of BK has diminished drastically. Yep.

1-26-03: super Thats right, today was the Super Bowl. I cannot believe how horribly the Raiders got beat. You really have to give it up for the Bucs. They played brilliantly. I'm sure however that if the Jets were there, that the Bucs wouldn't have stood a chance hehe. Anyway, it was a super game, and there were super commercials. I loved the one with the zebra referee and the instant replay, "The ref is a real jackass" "No, I believe that is a zebra" HAHA. And also the trailers to The Matrix and Hulk looked cool. Movies this year should be fun, but I am not sure how they will stand up to football. "ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL!!!". By the way, Shania Twain's performance was horrific, that was the most obvious lip-syncing that I have seen in my life. Man, I feel like a woman

1-25-03: mayonnaise So today was the Chiles invitational for Mu Alpha Theta. Those are all greek letters which when spelled out look something like "MAO". Anyway "MAO" sounds like "mayo" which is like the cool way to say mayonnaise. Therefore, when I had the worst compitition of my life, scoring only 23 out of a possible 120 on my test and holding my team back from placing first in the state, not to mention watching Jonathan more than double my score, when he has only beat me maybe twice in the past, I felt a bit like i had just eaten i big blob of mayonnaise. Thats right, a real big blob. This kindof reminds me of the funniest movie ever, "Undercover Brother". I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it. It is the only movie that I have ever seen that truly gives justice to the abominable condiment known as mayonnaise. YUCK!!!

1-24-03: barbershop Ever since I read Ebert's review of Barbershop, I have wanted to see that movie. And that was months ago. At one point, I even had a date to see the movie, but for some reason she showed me up and out of shame I didn't go see the movie for myself. Anyway, after over two weeks of planning, today I got Deborah to go see the movie with me. It was quite a funny movie but was possibly not worth all of the trouble that I went through in my quest to see it. Actually, listening to Deborah hear one of the jokes, "Every time you start up your car I think its a drive-by", then sit calmly for about 10 seconds, and then crack up hystarically for about the next minute really did make my day. It was really funny. Considering how much I hate getting my own hair cut it is a wonder that I would want to watch a movie about it. But the movie was really good. It actually made me wish that I was a barber, now that is amazing. Actually, being a non funny barber would be no fun. Oh well, it definetly deserves to be the word of the day.

1-23-03: pansy For the longest time the background for my computer was some tulips. I thought that they looked nice, but when other people saw that I had flowers for my background they began accusing me of outragous things, such as being gay. I forget who exactly suggested that I should replace my tulips with pansies, as they were more fitting for my sexual prefrences, but never the less I think that the word deserves its status as word of the day.

1-22-03: boobieburger Yesterday at lunch I attempted to go to Bruggers with Deborah. Unfortunetly, they were too crowded, and the drive took a long time, so as not to be late to my important physics class, I had to give up lunch. Deborah, being the wonderful person that she is offered to go buy me something at McDonalds, as it was unimportant for her to attend her 5th period class. When I met back up with her in history she told my an incredible story about how she managed to acquire the hamburgers and then sneak them back into the school. She stated that on her way back in she had seen a dean, and had to think quickly and conceal the food. I was like, "so what did you do, stick the bag under your shirt, I'm sure that looked funny. She was like "NO, of course I didn't do that, It's not like you wanted a boobieburger". Apparently she had simply placed them in her bookbag, a far less humorous end to the story, but at least it provided one of the funniest words that I think I have ever heard.

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