Marcos In Chicago

Here we go again.

2005-12-12T02:27:00.000-06:00

So, I inteded to sleep from 4 until 7, when I would get up and go to chuch. I ended up sleeping till about 1am. Not good.

Off to Dunkin Donuts for dinner. Here's to another 36 hours without sleep.

I made it about 64 hours.

2005-12-10T11:19:00.000-06:00

I just finished reading The Medium is the Massage, it sucked ass. Further proves the pointlessness of communication studies. Sorry Mr. McLuhan, but electronic media seperates people, it doesn't bring us together. Try again.

I went and had Breakfast at Lakeshore. I am stuffed. Four pancakes, four strips of bacon, two sausages, a bowl of cereal, a banana, an apple, orange juice and milk...oh man. I have to run today for sure.

Off to do more paper stuff. Damn.

I should be working on paper the second.

2005-12-09T02:21:00.000-06:00

Since I woke up from a 10 hour sleep on tuesday at 10pm, it has been around 52 hours.

I have slept four of those.

And i'm not really all that tired right now.

I need to do logic homework. And write about 9 more pages of my Politics of the Middle East paper.

I'll do it.

I could use some Dunkin Donuts coffee though. Soon, soon.

At this moment in a week I'll hopefully be at Cafe Brazil in Richardson, relaxing.

Not doing work

2005-12-05T03:30:00.000-06:00

The books currently in front of me, to be used for my Contemporary Political Thought final paper:

The Spanish-American War by Joseph Smith
The War with Spain in 1898 by David Trask
Christianity and Power Politics by Reinhold Niebuhr
Moral Man and Immoral Society by Reinhold Niebuhr
The Irony of American History by Reinhold Niebhur
Children of Light and Children of Darkness by Reinhold Niebuhr
Reinhold Niehbur: Prophet to Politicians by Ronald Stone
The Political Realism of Reinhold Niebuhr by Colm McKeogh
Scientific Man vs. Power Politics by Hans Morgenthau

Plus, my trusty Penguin Dictionary of International Relations is at my side. I usually use that for bathroom reading because I’m a giant dork. Good that I’m finally putting it to productive use.

This is not very fun. Interesting, but not fun. Nothing is fun at 3:25 in the morning other than drinking or at Standees or Clarke’s on Belmont (not the shitty one on Fullerton) recovering from drinking.

The Extra Large Coffee from Dunkin Donuts is doing nothing. Oh well, more coffee at 1/3 the price than Starbucks. But then again, I still go to starbucks to spite the Stupid Hater Bitches (or, “dumbass republicans”) who laugh at hoity-toity Lie-berals who chose to have our expensive coffee. Starbucks gives 100% of its contributions to the Democratic Party, so I’m not going to stop drinking there anytime soon.

But Dunkin Donuts still tastes better.

I got really drunk this weekend. I also hit on about 3498743597 Freshman, and hooked up with none. The fun is in the chase anyway.

I’m coming off like a total asshole in this entry, with my “look at all the books I’m reading and my drinking and hitting on and insulting”…whatever. I’m rambling. It’s late. This beats Doing Stuff.

Model UN was two weekends ago. I met a girl. A nice, sweet, pretty, piano-playing girl. Naturally, she lives about 1500 miles away. I also did some stuff and insulted the shit out of the lame community college kids who were representing Timor-Leste. They sucked. I was FYROM, or The Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. Say that three times fast. I basically sat around and bitched about things with Thailand. They were cool. We hated our committee and just kept calling roll call votes to piss people off and waste time. The asshat from Timor-Leste insulted my partner (long boring model un story) and I ripped him a new asshole for his disrespect. Guy didn’t even look at me for the rest of the conference.

I also imbibed excessive amounts of alcohol and made an ass out of myself on the dance floor. It was totally worth it.

Last week/end was spent at home with my parents. It was nice to be home. I didn’t see my dad because I didn’t try very hard. Whatever.

School has been boring. I’m ready for Texas.

I want to throw a party when we all get home. When’s good for everyone?

Schedule

2005-11-16T15:06:00.000-06:00

MWF
Nothing. At all.
Wow.

TTH
8:30-945 English 371 The Modern Novel
10:00-11:15 English 326 The Plays of Shakespeare
11:30-12:45 Political Science 374 Democracy
1:00-2:30 Political Science 367 Model UN
2:30-3:45 English 376 American Lit. 1865-1914

T Only
4:15-6:30 Political Science 430 Theories of International Politics

Huh. Either that or have 4 upper level english classes. Next semester should be...interesting.

Stupid fucking sleeping patterns

2005-11-14T04:09:00.000-06:00

Goddamn. This is ridiculous. I need to buy a bottle of Nyquil.

So much for waking up early and doing Logic...

Karl Marx is a worthless fucking moron

2005-11-08T01:00:00.000-06:00

So I've missed like 2 weeks of the 40 year old virgin's class and the times that I have been there, I've been asleep. I seriously need an A in that class so i'm just doing all the readings. Anyway, I came across this sentence in Marx's Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts:

How could the worker stand in an alien relationship to the product of his activity if he did not alienate himself from himself in the very act of production?

What. The. Fuck.

Oh yes, and Marx was a career academic who was the son of a minister. Meaning, he never did real work...ever.

sitting on the 8th floor of 25 east pearson looking down chicago ave.

2005-11-06T13:58:00.000-06:00

This really isn't as interesting as I hoped it would be.

I'm sorry Dr. G-Funk, but a 12 page paper on that just isn't going to work out. You should just be in awe of my already awesome ablities and just tell Hopkins to take me now, like a cheap southside hooker. Of course, considering the fact that I got a D on my last test in The Fat Man's class, I really, really have to take this shit seriously so I can get 5 A's and a B this semester. The Fat Man my try to beat me down, but I am too lean and fast for him! Wait, that's not accurate. He's already taken me down. Damn. Oh well. The point I'm trying to make is that I'll get this done. Eventually. But I won't like, professor, not one bit. And the fact that their website is in two languages that I don't understand doesn't help much either.

I apologize for the lack of updates. I will try harder in the coming days to keep my 4 readers more updated on the goings on of my life.

The sky is grey. The clouds are low. There is a fire truck in front of a Godforsaken Condo Buliding that Pollutes The Skyline.

I still haven't seen Hamlet. In fact, I did nothing at all this weeked. I bought a first edition, hardcover, third printing of this. It was $6.50. I'm the master shopper. Not really. I attempted to shop on Friday and failed miserably. All I bought was a tie for my Father. It's nice and my dad's an asshat, so I might keep it for myself. Then again, to deny my father a gift on his 50th birthday...but he did ruin my childhood. We'll see.

The fire truck is still there but I see no flames or fire. Weird.

I wish Chicago didn't look so shitty in the winter. I wish I would have done something interesting this weekend. I still need to go see Hamlet. I WILL go see Hamlet next weekend. It has been decided.

I see bits of blue sky when I look up.

culture what what

2005-10-22T19:31:00.000-05:00

someone go see this with me.

C'mon. Free Shakespeare!

Dear Blogger,

2005-10-20T23:19:00.000-05:00

Stop being stupid. That is all.

Sincerely, Marcos.

blah blah blah school blah blah tests blah

2005-10-20T21:27:00.001-05:00

One of the annoying things about sleeping in class is that it makes up for my not sleeping enough the previous night.

No, really, this makes sense.

I've been striving for straight a's, but since my chances of that are about to be flushed down the toilet soon, it would make sense that I should attempt to, well, stay awake in class.

Alas, that is so difficult! Today in the 40 year old virgin's class, I passed out. Whenever I woke up (every 10 or so minutes), I wrote down whatever had just come out of his mouth at that moment. So naturally, when class is over, I'm already well rested. No rest for the refreshed!

Oh well, that class is worthless anyway. I spent a grand total of about 20 minutes studying for the exam and ended up pulling a B+ on the first test. Oh I'm a badass, hells yeah. Other classes are somewhat good: A perfect score on my UN & International Orgs midterm, a B+ on the first Logic test, but my Public Policy was a 41/50, which means without extra credit, that class is an A- at best. In short, FUCK.

And don't get me started on the Mideast politics midterm...

...monday morning
marcos: So, this essay test, well, how long do you want our answers to be?
dr. tezcur: Well, a paragraph for the short answer and I guess...3 for the long essay?

Simple enough, right? Of course, this means I barely fill half the blue book with all the crazy overachievers are writing on the fucking BACK COVER of the goddamn thing. Granted, I write small and I've always been pretty concise...but still, that shit freaks me out. Damn nerds makin' me look bad.

ANYWAY, I am so lazy. I've been out of class since 1115 and I have yet to start studying for the Contemporary Political Thought midterm and my second Logic test tomorrow. No worries. As long as I get to the library...soon...I should be good.

***

In non-academic related news, I've been reading The Satanic Verses and kind of realize why Rushdie had a fatwa issued on his head. I kind of get the subtle heresy in it all, and I suppose if someone wrote a Catholic type version of this book, I might be pissed off too. It's a bit like Pynchon's writing, but not as obtuse and lacking (I think?) many of Pynchon's crazy references.

Also, I think that this might be fun, in a "I think I am losing my mind to endurance sports" kind of way.

Weekend seems to be filled with college democrats stuff and a blackhawks game, and hopefully may involve a bottle of tequila, but hey, whatever comes up, comes up.

And if no blackhawks game, well, then Kate, expect a call and a spur of the moment Idea!

Marcos Runs A Marathon

2005-10-16T17:46:00.000-05:00

a description of the events that took place at the chicago marathon, 10/9/05

STARTING LINE: I really, really have to take a piss. I’m not fucking joking. I’m about to start running a fucking marathon and I have to take a piss. I went over to the port-a-potties and was about to jump into one, until I turned my head around and realized that there were ten people at in each line for each toilet. Mind you, there were around 60 of these things in the general vicinity. I said, “Fuck it” and decided that I should just attempt to sweat it out. Dear lord, just help me finish this thing.

MILE 1: I still need to take a piss, but it’s not as bad. It’s now only a slight annoyance and I’m starting to settle into a pace.

MILE 2.25: Parents! Yay parents. A million spectators line this course, and somehow I’m able to spot out my parents. Still need to piss.

MILE 5: Anti-Bush protestors. Always everywhere. I try to raise my arms up and give them a shout, but I’m not sure if they took at support or abuse. Then again, most people didn’t give a shit anyway, because we’re too focused on the fact that we’re not even 1/5 of the way done yet.

MILE 6: The sun is blazing. I am hot. Really hot. Maybe Under Armour was a bad idea…

MILE 7: Scratch that. I’m fucking cold and I need a hoodie now. Goddamn condos. At least I don’t have to piss anymore.

MILE 7.5: We are in Boystown. The Gay Army is dancing with rifles off to the side, and Mike screaming GO MARCOS from the sidewalk shatters my entertainment. I feel great and then I notice the cross dressers have set up a stage and are dancing for us.

MILE 9-13: This is where the course gets boring.

MILE 13.1: Holy fucking shit I’m halfway there. I start a conversation with a guy in his fifties about how the inhuman Kenyans are just about to finish (we crossed the halfway at about 1:55, Felix Limo won the marathon shortly after at 2:07). Then I pick up the pace and make the old man eat my dust.

MILE 15.5: GO MARCOS is shouted again at me, coming from none other than Black Marcus, who was working the 25k marker. I speed up again, feeling empowered.

MILE 17: Mike, Jessica and Stefanie spot me and take movies in pictures as I pass through Greektown and make my way over the Halsted overpass of the Dan Ryan expressway.

MILE 17.5: Oh man I am dying I am dying, I am dy…POWERGEL! If you do not know, you cannot understand, and if you do know, you know too much. I grab a caffeinated chocolate one. Never has the taste of rotting cake frosting been so sweet on my lips.

MILE 19: I really feel like I’m going to die soon. We’re in Plisen (Mexican district) and they are giving out free water. I take it even though we have another water station coming up, but I arrive to late to grab an orange slice. I’m starting to suffer from hunger pangs, which isn’t so bad, because it makes me not think about my legs.

MILE 19.5-21.5: I am in so much pain, so much pain, so much pain…I’m desperately trying to keep up with the 3:55 pace group. Which means I’m doing much better than I hoped to- I trained to run a 4:30 marathon, and I might smash that by a half hour. We’ll see.

MILE 22: We are running through Chinatown, which has a huge amount of spectators cheering us on, they have the New Years dragon thing parading about…and I tackle some spectator moron who’s trying to cross the street. Idiot didn’t get out of the way…I get hit from behind, but all I hope is that idiot got trampled.

MILE 22.5: My pace starts to slow down, and I’m struggling to keep up with the pace group. We’re next to the expressway and the sun is beating down on us hard. I see Cominskey park and feel better, but then again, I still have four miles to go.

MILE 24: As I’m jogging behind Yves (who, according to his shirt, is “A very slow jogger from Belgium”), a lady starts screaming “Free Beer”. Yes, she is giving out Dixie cups of beer to passing runners. (For all you non-runners, beer is high in carbs. Carbs are good for runners, ergo, Beer=Good for runners.) One guy turns around and gets some. I wish it were free tequila. Oh well. I’ve had beer after running, and my tolerance is nonexistent after a long run. I decide finishing drunk, although an appealing idea, might not be too wise. So I pass up my man Yves and see if I can find the pace group.

MILE 26: Almost there…wait. We have to go up the motherfucking Roosevelt Street Bridge?! There is absolutely nothing more sadistic in the world than making runners go up a fucking hill .2 miles away from the finish line. Fuck you, you fucking bridge! I start to build up to a sprint and head toward the finish line…

MILE 26.2: …crossing at a clock time of 4:03:something, making my official chip time 3:55:30, a mere 30 seconds behind my pace group. As I walk through the finish area, in extreme pain and almost collapsing a few times, the realization that nothing is far away anymore hits me. Praise me, for I am the overman!

It's offical

2005-09-29T01:00:00.000-05:00

It is fucking cold outside.

Winter is about to arrive...

...Exciting! Almost as exciting as Tom Delay being indicted!

...I'm sorry that I'm using this to pass as a real entry. I apologize.

...Reading Think and Grow Rich. Don't hate me. It was a 1944 edition for $1 at the library!

I owe you all an update

2005-09-24T18:15:00.000-05:00

I'm all dressed up in the LIBRARY! Nice shirt, jeans, nice shoes, suit jacket...god I look pathetic/out of place. Whatever.

Well, since I should just fill this up with tripe, let's go over a few topics to waste some time, shall we?

classes
middle east politics: Nice class, it's already been canceled twice, and I'm not too far behind on my reading. Basically, all the problems currently going on in the middle east can be blamed on the British and the French for Royally Fucking Up The Ottoman Empire. For example, Iraq was created out of 3 totally unrelated Ottoman provinces and Jordan was carved out of a random patch of hardly inhabited desert.

logic: Like the subject. Kinda like abstract math with a purpose. Don't like the class. Don't like the teacher. The guy's gotta be a trekkie. It's a bit frightening. Took the first test on Friday; if I got an F I w

the un & international organizations: This is taught by Dr. G-Funk, who I had for international politics last year. He was pretty amazing then and is still great now. Interesting class with not much work to be done. I'm way behind on my reading though, a situation I'm trying to rememdy this weekend.

contemporary political thought: This is taught by Mr. Yoksas, a grad student adjunct who likes motorcycle metaphors and dresses like a lawyer. He's pretty awesome. We're [supposed to be] reading Nietzsche right now, and I finally have an appreciation for that crazy german with the dumb moustache. I think this class is a solid A.

american public policies: The guy who teaches this is Igo's long-lost nerdy younger brother. Enough said.

social and political philosophy: apparently, the Forty Year Old Virgin is no longer an electronics salesman, he's a philosophy instructor! A bad one too. I read Maus all last class. I should actually, ya know, read something he assigned, but that would give him legitimacy.

Anyway, I'm tired. I'll update more later.

You will?

2005-09-21T19:55:00.000-05:00

Huh.

I think that raises questions. And the shirt lends credence. But hey, what do I look like, a conspiracy theorist?

I'll have an actual update this weekend.

I had a great idea for a post last night

2005-09-07T17:37:00.000-05:00

But I never wrote it down so I forgot it. Damn.

I have a meeting in 40 minutes and Mr. John Locke is not that interesting, so I'll waste time by writing an entry in this.

I had hoped to kick off the first journal entry of the [school] year with a simple picture of Chicago and the title of "Hello, Chicago." Then I remembered that I didn't have a digital camera and the time it would take for me to get to the point of actually getting around to wasting a roll of film and then developing and scanning and posting would take a few weeks.

Thus, you get some random links about Hurricane Katrina and my depression about it.

Speaking of that, I read somewhere (I think it was dailykos) where the person commented that bush will be killing kittens on live TV and people will say something to the effect of "Those kittens were terrorists, Our Dear Leader is keeping us safe from the evil kitten menace." I mean, honestly. It boggles my mind how any informed can defend Bush in his response to this disaster. I've heard lots of morons take up the talking points and be like "OMGZ the LOKAL Gov faiLEd cant you c?"... but really. I challenge people to give me one instance where Bush actually did something in the first critical moments of the disaster. Oh wait. You can't.

It reminds me of my feelings on 9/11. I was pretty shocked along with the rest of the country, but after the first few days, one thing I didn't get was the whole "rally around bush/flag" (since, you know, they're interchangeable) mentality that gripped the nation right after the attacks. I mean, here we have a man, who, on his watch, has the greatest terrorist attack on our soil ever happen. And for some reason, this means we should support him? It makes my head hurt.

It just goes to support my assertion that the vast majority of the population should not be allowed to vote.

Anyway. Enough of my bitch bitch bitch.

I've been living off of a combination of wheat bread, peanut butter and jelly, pasta like substances, the occasional alcoholic beverage and water that I steal from my roommate. It's nice, really. Classes are ok, since I'm learning (for the most part) shit I want to learn. I'm still sure I'm out of here in two years. The marathon is in 32 days and I'm thinking I'll finish in about 5 1/2 hours. Terrible, but still within the limit. I also met John Edwards twice in the span of 10 minutes.

The first time was embarrassing, since i had punch in my left hand and Hors d'ourves in the other. I put the plate on the cup and stuck out my hand. I wanted to die. The second time I just went in, apologized, and told him I was a runner. He liked that. He's not that tall. Definitely has charisma though. Seems like he tries kinda hard, and not as good a speaker as Dean, but hey, I voted for the guy.

Although I didn't mention that I had a Wesley Clark sticker on my car in high school...

The disappointing things so far is the realization that a. I'm pretty much a bad friend and b. I still haven't snapped out of the hermit phase of summer. I've turned down chances to go out because I'd rather sleep, and that's lame. Sleep is for the weak, at least that's what Nietzsche says. And he is polluting my mind in Contemporary Political Thought.

I'm going to try to call all the people I haven't run into this weekend, but hey, who knows.

Maybe meeting Sen. Durbin this saturday, if I wake up? Who knows.

Katrina Stuff

2005-09-03T15:31:00.000-05:00

Daley 'shocked' as feds reject aid.

Oh yeah, and insert consipiracy theory here.

Gross incompetence much? I mean, I'm don't know about hiring for government work, but
His background in state and local government also includes serving as an assistant city manager with emergency services oversight and as a city councilman.
doesn't exactly seem to qualify him for this kinda thing.

I would write more, but it's just too depressing

Baby you be on my mind

2005-08-18T15:47:00.000-05:00

The title is not a song lyric, but it sounds like it could be from some generic rap/r&b song. I could make a living writing crappy songs. Hey, the guy who wrote "Mess Around" for Ray Charles was Turkish.

*Anyway, I have 8 days till I go back to Chicago, a realization that hit me all of three minutes ago. A few minutes before that, I had realized that I spent four hours online yesterday wasting my life. The Summer My Youth Goes To Die has been wasted on meaningless browsing on Myspace and Livejournal and various political blogs. The books I have meant to read have lain unread; I've ignored various friends all summer long, most whom have departed anyway.

*Alas, the blame should not be put squarely on the computer; had I not been distracted by this infernal machine, I probably would have read more, but not seeing anyone was more of a subconscious decsion. It feels pretty shitty to say, but I really feel closer to the friends I have in Chicago than virtually everyone (with a few exceptions) down here. Of course, I didn't exactly have that many close friendships, but I hardly made any attempts to keep in contact with anyone. I saw a handful of people once or twice, and even fewer (Chris, Grant) have I spent any extensive amount of time with.

*This does not bother me in the least, but I just wonder: shouldn't I even tried to call Pam or Megan? Actually, called them both once in fleeting moments and nothing came from it. A shitty person would blame them for not calling back, but I'm not a shitty person. Why didn't I make an attempt? Fuck. It reminds me of an old livejournal entry when I talked about attempting to be a hermit for a while. I failed the first time, but this summer, I inadvertently, unconsciously, succeeded at just that.

*I don't feel any regret over this. I'm more filled with the "What If?" possibilities through my mind- what if I had been more outgoing, what if I had made more of an attempt to truly go wild this summer, what if I hadn't gone to Chicago at all? Too much reading of Dune, with the prescient and the divination and the whatnot. Gahhh.

*Speaking of Dune, let's go on to other things. I'm reading the third book in the Dune Chronicles, Children of Dune, and am pretty lost. They definitely need a read over after this one before I move on.

*But back to the main gist of this entry, the reflection on... Whatever. I saw Megan R. a few days ago at Richland, shortly after failing my Statistics exam. I found myself standing behind her in line to sell books back. I wasn't sure if she had seen me (I would discover later that she was well aware of my presence), and after being told by the Campus Bookstore that they had no need of my book, I ran off straight to the records office. Where she was a whole two minutes later. It was most definitely one of the most weird moments of the summer, if not the weirdest.

*The last time we spoke was almost a year ago, around September when I attempted to date her. Of course, she had a boyfriend at the time and I ended up royally fucking up the situation, despite the consolations of Derrick and Erin saying that I had not. (I've always found it easier just to take all the blame anyway. The guy is always wrong, right?) Anyway, we ended up making small talk during the second encounter, with a random person in between us. I was flustered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. She was smiling, but it seemed to be one of those Feigned Smiles, the kind a girl gives when she's trying to hide how uncomfortable she is. I got called up to the desk, filled out my paperwork and said a quick goodbye as I left. Her eyes seemed to say that she was more relaxed at that point, but what do I know?

*I'm not exactly sure what the whole point of that story was. Maybe it was to illustrate the summer? Or as more of a what if I hadn't fucked things up... Or something. I found out she's single now. Good for her.

*This thing is getting entirely too long. A sandwich is going to get in my belly.

In response to the "Comment" entry

2005-08-08T18:46:00.000-05:00

-I did not pass my statistics test with a 100. Nor do I think I even passed it at all. In fact, I would not even be surprised if I score a big fat 0 on it. However, this does not faze me, even though the rational person might argue that I should have withdrawn instead of condemning myself with an F. Perhaps I can somehow work this experience into my Law School Personal Statement. This shows that unlike a Richard Nixon style quitter, I am a John Paul Jones style "Damn the Torpedoes, Full speed ahead!" type moron.

-I need to see that girl, alas, I am to lazy/chickenshit to call her. And the rain scares me. Always has since the Incident. I will call...Tomorrow!

-I was awake because of nerves, and the knowledge that I was going to get up early anyway.

And a few more things

-I realized that commenting on my journal was limited to those who have a Blogger. I disabled this, even though I'm not about to fool myself to thinking that disabling that feature will make people ohsosuddenly start commenting on my journal. However, if you are "Loli" of the disabled journal http://biabiabia.blogspot.com, then leave me a comment telling me who the hell you are.

-Six flags needs to happen soon, forreal. Before I leave.

-I'm sad that Arkansas didn't happen. One day, one day.

-Behind on my running again.

-Working on some masterly political rants.

-That's about all. I'll update again soon, since I'm sure I forgot something.

Sunday Late Nite

2005-08-07T22:31:00.000-05:00

sunday late nite is where i talk about seven random things that have happened in the past week

1. Alas, Tax-Free weekend is over. I was planning on buy shoes and jeans; I ended up buying two brown shirts. Mission Failed.

2. My test in Stats this week was a 25. I need to make a 100 on both of the last two to pass the class. Thus, I have been on edge all today, since I am Hideously Underprepared. I took a nap today, so hopefully I can get started studying again. Too many distractions. Too much stress leads to me falling and sleeping the stress away. Good for the psyche, bad for the studying.

3. And now Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets is on, and I'm resisting the urge to watch by updating this a little early.

4. My Mac died again. This makes me sad and means that I have to make it to the apple store sometime this week. Maybe tomorrow if I can find someone to go with me since I have to wait about two hours before I see someone about fixing my computer.

5. It seems like some things are falling apart in Chicago; People being done and people going crazy. I need to get back up there and fix things.

6. In the meantime, I'm reading Napoleon Bonaparte, a good fascinating read despite its huge length. I haven't been able to read much since I finished the Harry Potter books a few weeks ago. Dune is the fiction book in my messenger bag right now; a good novel and a good story, but as far as the interest level goes, it's not exactly the easiest book to get into.

7. My life is boring. I'm going to make it a bit more exciting, you all just watch.

comment

2005-08-07T04:16:00.000-05:00

It appears that my last entry contained my first comment. The person said they would like to know what's on my mind.

Here's whats on my mind in short.

-How to pass my Statistics test with a 100

-When I am going to see a certain someone again

-Why the hell I am awake when I have wanted to go to sleep since about 8pm

Expect Sunday Late Nite tomorrow.

2005-07-31T00:24:00.000-05:00

Back on the Mac.

Let's hope she doesn't die again.

I watch too much MTV in the mornings

2005-07-27T11:00:00.000-05:00

When the hell did Papa Roach reinvent itself as a pop punk band in the mold of Good Charlotte? I mean, if you're going to rip off other bands, at least rip off good ones like the Strokes do.

2005-07-25T16:55:00.000-05:00

Current Music: The Arcade Fire
Current Mood: Wired
Current Book: Dune

1. I read the first five Harry Potter books in seven days. That should be sufficient. However, I am still entirely too cheap to buy Half Blood prince and am seeking someone to loan it to me, seeing as that it will take me two days max to get through it.

2. I've decided that I do not like the films of Wes Anderson.

3. I had a Espresso Double Shot before I took my second Statistics Test today. I made a 63 on my first one. Here's to hoping that I did better. The espresso kept me awake, but here I am, utterly unable to nap. I'm hoping this feeling will last till when I really do need to go to bed.

4. Speaking of Statistics, It Sucks.

5. A few days ago my parents decided to have Chicken Wings for dinner. I hate chicken wings, seeing as that any kind of food where paper towels substitute for napkins are anathema to me. I convinced them to get me Taco Bell. As we were driving home, there was a Mr. Badass driving the car next to us. He had his sunglasses on, his windows up, a cigarette hanging in his mouth and a girl at his side. However, he was driving a Hyundai Tiburon.

I don't think any further explanation is necessary.

6. This summer is like, 2/3ds over. The downside is that it's been pretty crappy. The upside is I'm almost back in Chicago. But still, this is no way to enter Young Adulthood.

rain makes me sad

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I'm not sure which is more ridiculous: that Karl Rove can be praised as a whistleblower for outing a CIA agent, or that my Stepdad's dad has one of those novelty ringtones, showing that he is more tech savvy than I.