I was just owned by my circuits test. Damn Moad. Maybe I should switch my major to something I might enjoy. Like industrial design. Then I'd be taking classes with my sister... hmm... that's beside the point. The ID class I'm taking right now is so fun. 3D graphics. Form-Z. What a horrible program. It's a decent program, sometimes, but I guess I'm just used to AutoCAD, so this program seems extremely restrictive and tedious. Or maybe it's the fact that 3D rendering takes some time... The program crashes a lot, too. With AutoCAD, even with all the random shit I did to it when I didn't know what was doing, I never ever got it to crash. Form-Z is way tempermental. So yeah, I never really thought of graphics as more than a hobby, but more and more, it seems to be that much more enjoyable. Even though I suck at it, I like it. I would consider myself competently proficient in Photoshop and AutoCAD. Soon, I will be proficient in Form-Z. Then I might take on 3D Studio Max and Flash when I have some time. Ahh, screw electrical, I wanna do graphics. And audio. Damnit, I still want to do audio. I guess I'll have to suffer through these classes then. I wish I could take all graphics classes and then graduate with a BS in electrical engineering. That would be awesome.

MATRIX RELOADED! And MATRIX REVOLUTIONS!! The continuation of the trilogy will finish up this year. Both of them will be released by the end of 2003, 6 months apart. I can't fucking wait. They built their own freakin 2 mile stretch of highway on an abandoned naval base cuz they simply couldn't find an existing highway that suited their needs... $300,000 per quarter mile! Ahh! I wish I could blow money like that. And then the best part... virtual cinematography. Holy shit, this is the coolest thing ever. They basically take a few stillshots of an actor, load them into their newly invented software, and can create any action sequence they want. No more need for real actors. The quality is supposed to be indistiguishable from reality. They claim that all the special effects will make that bullet sequence in the original look like finger painting. Fucking amazing, I'm about to poop myself. And in Reloaded, there's these 2 twins that guard something... anyway, they look so evil with those white dreads... and they can disappear too... ahh... Oh, and in addition to Carrie-Anne Moss, they have Monica Bellucci and Jada Pinkett Smith!! *deep breaths, deep breaths, must calm down...* Anyway, full story is at MSNBC.com. Quite a lengthy build up for the upcoming movies. They better not disappoint...

Oh oh oh, me and Jon and 2 of his friends are starting a grunge cover band. Hell yeah, rock on. Everything grunge but Nirvana. Because that would be sacreligious. So from what I understand, Zach, our bassist, is influenced by heavy metal and some grunge, a la Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Led Zeppelin and Opeth. Jon is influenced by... I don't remember. My influences include grunge, punk, emo, funk, rock: Nirvana, Green Day, The Used (they started influencing me like 2 weeks ago), Red Hot Chili Peppers, Eric Clapton, Led Zeppelin, Weezer, the Beatles, Alkaline Trio, the Ataris, Social Distortion, and Michelle Branch, among like 50,000 other bands. Ok, Michelle isn't an influence, but she's hot and plays guitar so it's all good. First practice is scheduled for Sunday. I'm totally pumped.

    I've noticed a trend... I don't write anything here at the ends of winter and spring semesters... I might have to do something about that. So, since I have some time before first study abroad meeting, I wasted time by archiving the old shit. On this main page I've left all entries since I went to Washington. I actually have enough for another archive page, but I was only motivated enough to do one. Laziness got the best of me.

Raiders lost. I'm heartbroken. My hometown team. Or... former hometown team when they were LA. West coast 'til I die. I hate beer.

I'm inspired to learn the most obscure songs on guitar so no one will ever know if I'm playing them correctly. I've started with Keepsake's "Sleep." Very raw and punky acoustic song. Next will be Ataris "Bite My Tongue." Then I might learn an Early November song. The Early November seems to be so new or obscure that punkhardcore.com doesn't even have tabs for them yet. Interesting. Or maybe I'm the only person in the world who doesn't think they're shitty. Oh well. So I guess I'll spent 6 hours figuring out the chords. I'm such an effective user of time. I've been addicted to screamo for the past week... Taking Back Sunday, The Early November, Keepsake, The Used, Senses Fail... it's so good. Hardcore and emo. What an amazing combination. Although, I'll never admit to being a hardcore fan. Straight-edge/DC hardcore is ok, since it doesn't really have the screaming that new-school hardcore has, but I still don't fancy it. But but... my friend Jon introduced me to Darkest Hour, amazing in every way except for the vocals. A very riffy hardcore sound accented with needless stomach churning screams. It's basically like early Soundgarden guitar heaviness with Earth Crisis lead screams. They have really good songs that have no vocals, so I listen to those. Mmm hmm. The only blatant screaming I can stand is Taking Back Sunday... The lead singer can actually scream a melody... in tune, nonetheless. And it actually sounds good. Maybe that's why they're grouped in with emo... That's too bad. I don't care how much flak I get for this... but I LOVE EMO. Some of it anyway. And no, I'm not just jumping on the "preteen punk-wannabes with sensitive ears that can't handle real punk so we'll just listen to emo instead" bandwagon. I like manly emo. Not that wussy overly-whiny shit the good bands such as the Get Up Kids so needlessly but easily slip into. It's not that I'm a violent person, but sometimes it's just too much and makes me want to beat some testosterone into them. I LOVE EMO. Among many many other genres of music.

    This has been an extremely fucked up week...I'm not even gonna mention half of it. But, I'm gonna tell you why cops are dumb. So last night I was talking on the phone to my sober friend Robert while he was walking back home down fraternity row. He was wearing a yellow hoodie with his hood up and a near-empty fifth of whiskey shoved under his large sweater. So we're talking and he was like "Uh oh, cops are after me. I think I have to go talk to them now..." An hour later, he tells me what transpired (of course, this isn't exactly what happened, I'm just kind of making it up from memory):

donut-eater: "Come here. You were trying to run away from me, weren't you?"

Robert (aka innocent citizen): "What? How could I be running away from you if I was walking towards you?"

donut-eater: "uh huh... What's your name and social security number?"

Robert: *gives correct info* "Do you need my driver's license?"

donut-eater: "Nah, it won't be necessary." *Goes to validate Robert's info.* "Sir, I'm gonna have to see some ID." *Robert leaves to grab his ID, bitches under his breath at the dumb cops, and comes back.* "So where are you from?" ...blah blah blah, random questions Robert easily answers...

Poor Robert: "So what's you're reason for calling me over?"

donut-eater: "We're gonna charge you with public intoxication."

Shocked Robert: "What?! Was I stumbling? Was I acting drunk? I was doing nothing that would indicate anything like that!"

dumb donut-eater: "Well, no you weren't, but we know that sort of thing happens here. And we could see that brown bottle completely hidden under your shirt."

Ok, what the fuck? No sobriety test at all? No initial indication of drunkeness or probable cause? X-RAY VISION?! Incompetent fucks. These are the people we trust our lives to, the ones who are supposed to protect us and defend public safety. And here we have a couple of cops camping out on fraternity row, fishing for random people to charge with random shit just cuz they can. Why aren't they actually looking out protecting people? Over at GSU, all those rapes... where were these roaming cops when they are needed most? Probably camping out on fraternity row looking for innocent people to fine. They're just looking to mess with drunks for sheer pleasure instead of looking out for the best interest of the community. Dumb fucks.

So... first ride of the year. 9:00 am. beautiful weather, basically perfect, about 50 degrees F, clear skies, bright and sunny, with a slight cool breeze. We begin at Yellow River Park. Our warm-up ride went fairly smooth, withthe only casualty being me and my reckless dumbassed riding... took a jump, but couldn't see the other side, and landed on a steep sloping embankment on the right side and flipped head over heels, tumbling down the backside of the hill into a small briar patch. Result: arm and leg scratches. Then, for the downhill part of our ride, we headed across the street... where Carl took a dropoff, landed front end first, caught his front wheel on a root, and flipped over straight onto his face. Not a pretty sight. Not at all. Blood was dripping off the entire left side of his face and nose. Initial observations: huge bruise/abrasion and gash on left cheek, gash on upper lip, scrape on forehead, minor concussion-like symptoms. He had been wearing his helmet... It was my first time on the trail; Anoopum and Carl had been once before. Anoopum went ahead to get some ice, Carl and I took our time back to the car. Except we got lost. 15 minutes in, we saw some houses and decided it would be easier to walk on the road than the trail. A nice family stopped us and insisted that they give us a lift to our car and whatnot. Very nice folks. It would've ended up being a 2+ mile walk. Anoopum had called an ambulance or something. First person on the scene was some police dude who showed up on his john deere mini-tractor. Then came the paramedics and fire truck. We then headed off to the hospital, where we began our long 7 hour waiting marathon. He was admitted, cleaned up, examined, examined again, given antibiotics, cleaned up, examined, re-examined, CAT scanned, examined once more, given drugs, and left alone to wait. The plastic surgeon then came and told us the results of the endless examinations and CAT scan. Final result: broken nose, bruised cheek bone with a gash, hole through his upper lip, and skin abrasion on forehead. Then began the preparation for surgery... the plastic surgeon was shady as hell. Out of nowhere, he pulls out this tiny bottle of green liquid that he called "the good stuff." Closer inspection revealed the recognizable word "COCAINE." Holy shit, the doctor was amazing (in a less than noble way). Anyway, he kept shooting up Carl's nose and upper lip with Lidocaine. It looked extremely painful, having this needle arbitrarily stuck into your skin injecting a burning anesthesia... Carl was almost trying so hard not to scream, squeezing the shit out of a towel and tensing up. He took it like a champ, though. Oh, then, the worst was when the surgeon straightened his broken nose... he basically took a stainless steel rod, shoved it up Carl's nose, and forced the bone back into place. THAT looked painful. I think the surgeon almost enjoyed it. That fucker. Mmm hmm. Crazy experience.

I wanna be Snoop D-O-double-G. Coolest dude ever. I wanna talk like him, yo. I wanna be all up in his bizzniatches. Or not. Cuz i sizzuck at Snoop-spizzeak. Yo. A high school friend was visiting us last night and we happened upon the subject of that webpage that ghettofies any url you put into it into Snoop-style syllabisms. Funny shit. I mean... shiznit. Funny SHIZNIT. Ooh, I found the page! It's called Tha Shizzolator. Hit that shit up and get your guffaws on and shit. Try cnn.com or something. Get your news in ghetto-fab dialect. Hilarious. May take awhile to load cuz its ghetto server can't handle its bling bling popularity. I love snoop-speak. Know what I'm sayin'? Get yo' ass over dere.

So sad, my lucky bamboo is dying. I dropped it last week, and it's been withering away ever since. It's like way yellow. Like it has jaundice or something. Or almost as yellow as I was last spring during my most unfortunate sickness.

You know how everyone has those blog thingies now? It's way played out. Online journal where any random people can search for you and stalk you? Uh uh. Not me. I put my own blood sweat and tears into every aspect of this webpage so it's way more than a blog. I was the original blogger. Not really. I was a follower. But no one knows that. SHH! Don't tell. I know how to do it though... Since no one visits this page, and it's not searchable, I'm safe from scary stalkers. Hahaha. Fakers. Yep, I'm just talking... being self-absorbed and dramatic. It's all good, you can disregard everything I say, cuz I know most of you do anyway. Dude, I just realized I have shit on this page from 2000... hmm... maybe it's time for a little archive action. Or maybe I'll just wait until next year. I can't be bothered right now, I'm too busy sitting around being bored out of my mind.

So I must leave you all for now, for the Digital Design Lab is calling my name... I can't be late. I mean, who's ever heard of a TA failing? I'm not gonna be the first just cuz I'm late everyday. I'm gonna be on time. Thirty minutes BEFORE class starts. Whoa, I need to calm down, easy there speedracer. That's way too hardcore. I leave you with an inspiring view of the Cascades from my old apartment balcony in Seattle.

Eeeeeh. Wired on coffeeeeeeeee. First time I've had coffeeeeeeeee in like 4 months. Or maybe 1 month. Or 3 weeks. Or something like that. Ahhh... shaky hands. Waffle House coffee is way fucking shady. Never again will I subject myself to such shadiness. Unless I am accompanied by hot girls again. So, it's been a really long time since I've updated this webpage. As usual. I must mention that every other time I update this. Noticed I changed the caption from "Weekly Thoughts..." to just "Thoughts..."? Yeah, that's cuz I'm way unreliable. It's what 56k does to you. Now I'm back on campus and have returned to full-fledged dorkiness and social incompentency. So I've left Seattle behind, quite opposite of what I'd expected. I ended up loving my job and not wanting to leave, but also just about lost my best friend. What the fuck. I'm a guy, drama doesn't happen to guys. Like basically, the last weekend I was there was a huge soap opera marathon. Not one of those dumb daytime ones, but one of those even shittier graveyard shift types on Oxygen they show on Wednesday nights beginning at 3am. What the fuck, that's life. Can't change anything now, or even then, since it was all her fault. Yes, I'm still pissed. No, I don't want to talk about it.

My class schedule, yeah, not so happy. Five classes. One TA job. At least I don't have a lab this semester. Peep this:

I think i'm gonna die. Not really, since my ID class is a joke (well, it seems that way so far...), and my TA job is an easy A as long as I show up for 3 hours a week, and my INTA class is a 1000-level class so that should be way easy. Then I have my real classes, EVE2040 and ME 3720. I have a feeling my ass will be chafed raw by midterm.

Oh! Dude, I got a new fucking guitar! Taylor 310. My b-day/x-mas present for the next 2 years. It's tizzight. If only I could play... Too bad my G string broke on me and put a hole in my hand the other day. That hurt slightly. I love my new baby. I swear from this day forth, I will do everything in my power to protect her from harm, libel, and harrassment from ignorant jerks who feel no compassion for such beautiful craftsmanship and shapely perfection. Whoa , I sound pretty anal. My bad.

Yay, I get to do laundry tomorrow. Oh FUCK, I have no detergent or Bounce sheets (I like the way they makes me feel when the softness rubs against my naked body). I'm sure one of my roommates has some.

So, like in the future, me and Jacob are gonna be the next Steven Spielburgs cuz we're that amazing. I love making movies. Ok, those last 2 sentences sounded shady as hell... let me clarify. We're doing this thing for the I-Movie Fest at Ga Tech. Actually, Jacob was doing it with the Jewish Student Union, and he suckered me into it cuz I have a slight problem with saying no. But it turned out to be really cool. Originally, I only had a tiny part in it, like I was gonna some extra person in a crowd or something. Instead, I got to star as the parking nazi in one clip! and I got to the camera work for half of they shots. You can tell which ones I shot in the finished movie cuz they're the only good ones. The non-sucky camera shots are mine. Cuz I'm that good. Cuz I'm the best cameraman ever. I'm also the best parking nazi ever. And musical direction... I picked the most perfect song for one of the scenes... Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting. How amazing is that? 80's ballads is where it's at. In other scenes, I have amazing ideas too, with perfect songs, but Jacob won't let me put in punk songs... but I'm gonna sneak one in cuz he has no idea. Smooth, huh? I'm gonna use Finch's intro to Ender, one of the most emotionally stirring songs ever. Well, not really, I just like the dark mood and sense of isolation weaving through the theme of love. Or maybe I just BS'd that whole fucking last sentence cuz I can't remember a single word of the song except for "and there you were..." I just know it's a slow semi-dark song, with the slightest glimmer of hope peering through the emotionally revealing melodies of the chorus and the deep longing in the hollow screams and pleas of the climax of the song. Damn, I'm amazing at this BS'ing shit. I'm basically a writer for Rolling Stone now.

Yo, the concert schedule for this semester is gonna be hella tight, yo. We got Finch and Allister and others on Jan 28; Six Ways on Jan 29; Papa Roach Feb 12; Hot Rod Circuit Feb 15; Juliana Theory and Something Corporate Feb 18; Home Grown and Riddlin' Kids on Feb 19; Sum 41, NO USE FOR A NAME, Starting Line on March 2; Queens of the Stone Age on March 15; and Bon Jovi somewhere in there. I'm so excited I'm gonna piss myself. Only question is will I have the time? Of course I will, I'll fucking make time.

Look, my music montage from my co-op exit presentation back in Seattle:

Damn, don't I look hot? And beastly? Ok, don't laugh, I was kidding. Stop. Now. Please? Anyway... doesn't it look like I actually KNOW how to play? That's why I love pictures... they're always so deceiving. Oh wait, that's why they suck, too. Notice I'm wearing my pj's. My beautiful green plaid pj's. Oh, I was told today that, supposedly, I wear matching pj's with my roomie and we make hot chocolate every night and drink it together or something. Who the fuck does that? I mean, warm milk would be understandable, but hot chocolate?

NOOOOOOO!! The "If I Were an Autobot Who Would I Be?" link disappeared! A piece of my heart has been ripped out with a rusty meat hook and fed to a rabid crocodile. It hurts. Oh well, I'm over it.

I'm rambling... caffeine is the devil. Heh heh... reminds me of that scene in the Waterboy with the mother when she says "foosball is the devil." actually, any "...is the devil" quote is hella funny. Oh, and especially the part where she was dancing behind the camera near the end... me and my best friend used to think that was the funniest thing ever. Everyone thought we were weird. I USED to think that was the funniest thing ever. But enough talk about her. I have no best friend anymore. She's gone to me. I'm gonna try to get some fucking sleep now, it's almost 6am. Fucking school. I fucking hate it. Fuck you GA Tech. P.S. I think I like a girl. (I say "think" cuz I'm dumb. And I'm an 8 year old kid.) Tee hee.

    I got drunk for the first time last night, so I definitely should document it somewhere... what better place than here for the whole world to see? Aight... so yesterday at work after lunch, in our 2 hour long "VERY IMPORTANT" coop meeting, 4 of us coops decided to go bowling. To add to our fun, we planned on bowling drunk. Pre-bowling party. Four straight vodka shots chased by 4 Smirnoff Ices. I admit it, I like girly drinks. Beer is disgusting. Way worse than straight vodka. Oh, I liked the fact that I couldn't breath for a few seconds immediately following each shot due to the escaping fumes. Man, those shots hit you like a ton of bricks. When I was taking them, I was like "this is no big deal." But then, like 30 minutes later, it hit me hard. I couldn't really comprehend what I was saying. It was amazing. Yeah, I'm a lightweight. High metabolism. Doesn't take much for me to get drunk. I'm a cheap date. I had the best time ever. I think I bowl better drunk. I was on my way to beating every one in the last game, but they kicked us out. Rock n' bowl was over.

Some of you must be wondering why I'd suddenly start drinking. And these same people must be completely baffled as to why I would drink to the point of drunkeness. Well, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was all about. It wasn't peer pressure or anything, although not having to pay for it helped a lot. But I must say that my hardcore beliefs have been changed. As long as you control intake, it's all good.

So I took the "What Kind of Pop Princess Are You?" quiz...

You’re Michelle Branch! You’re the ‘girl nextdoor’ type of gal. You’ve got a down-to-earth feel about you, and you’re not afraid to be original. You’re still trying to find your place in life, but that doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying the trip. Rich and famous? Sure! But you’re not gonna let that go to your head. ;D
What Kind of Pop Princess Are You? Quiz by Jonah

Hell yeah, I'm amazing. Michelle Branch is my new idol. So... in order to redeem myself, I also took the "Which Autobot Are You?" quiz. If you don't know what Autobots are, I am so sorry that you're still alive. Just playin... Autobot are from the "Transformers" cartoon. Old school 80's cartoons were the best.If I was an Autobot, I'd be:

Take the Transformers personality test at android5.com!

Since I'm on such a roll with these quizzes... What toilet paper am I?

Cottonelle?! I fucking MAKE Cottonelle! I get paid to make toilet paper! Yeah! I love Kimberly-Clark Corp.! Long live Kimberly-Clark! For coops, they pay very nicely. That is why I love them. I love you Kimberly-Clark.

    Eleven percent body fat. Adjust for the fact that the dude skin calipered me through my shirt, I'd say I'm at about 8%. Way way higher than my 3% back in high school. Fucking mono made me a fatass of sorts. Hence, my determination to get big, flexible, and strong and less fatty. My goal: become amazing at breakdancing. I must find a way to get stronger while increasing flexibility. Strength comes from resistance training. Herein lies the difficulty... weights are not free. No YMCA's here, thus no cheap workout place. Only expensive yuppie places that laud the amazingness of multivitamins, protein supplements, and powerbars for the low low price of 150% above the nearest Walmart's prices. Yes, I was suckered into joining. But let me explain... I'm alone here in Seattle. Actually, I'm in Lynnwood, 20 miles north of Seattle. So I need something to do after work to keep from getting bored. My best friend lives too far away to drive to everyday. The other coops are more about outdoor type activities. So... much like my last coop term, I've decided to get big. But not really big. This time, I have a goal. Ok, so I went in and who greets me but the most amazing girl ever? My my... softly freckled Filipino wonder... her nametag says "fitness professional"... aka "amazing body." She was my personal tour guide. He he... anyway, she took my money, and more importantly, my heart. Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking... so stop that. I was only joking... and I'm lonely. :( ...ok, I'm over it now. So, since she was so nice and all, she said she could sneak me into a dance room whenever it was empty so I could break there. That's truly one of the big reasons I joined. Seriously. I'm not THAT retarded over girls. Ok, maybe SOMETIMES. I swear I'm not that sad. So anyway... it's so frustrating. Breakin', I mean. Like, I go for a good month of consistent practice, and just when i start improving, I'm forced to put it on hold. First because of summer classes, then cooping in Kentucky, then fucking mono. Each time I get back into it, I have to regain my skills, taking about a month to be back at the previous level I was at. Too frustrating. I almost gave up a few days ago. But I realized that this is one of the things that I truly love to do. I've done the same with guitar... I've basically stopped playing. But I'm getting back into it. I'm determined to be productive in my 6+ months here. I must. Fuck frustration. But back to breakin'... 2 days ago, out of sheer frustration of my lack of skills, I threw down an elbow 90. I felt myself spin really fast, heard my friend utter a startling "whoa!", and preceded to feel the worst pain I felt in a long time. As I lost my balance, my elbow slipped out from under me and went behind me as my weight pushed it further and further out and behind my head. Hurt like a bitch. Hyperextended my shoulder, I believe. I still can't lift my arm above my head. Hurts too much. But, she said it looked tight. Wish I'd gotten a picture or something. I can barely even pull a regular 90, and here I was doing an elbow 90.

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