Zhanga: December 2004

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Friday, December 31, 2004 (6 comments)

Whenever I'm away, I look forward to returning to my computer because I know Bill will have said something entertaining.

[22:51:30] ChinkBoi101: u kno GOLF
[22:51:34] ChinkBoi101: its an aconym
[22:51:38] ChinkBoi101: *acronym
[22:52:50] ChinkBoi101: it stands for Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden
[23:02:49] ChinkBoi101: dude
[23:02:56] ChinkBoi101: a 36C
[23:02:59] ChinkBoi101: wat does that mean

Seriously, why does he say things like this?

And if you thought that was funny, get a load of this. This is all I have in my logs for the entire day some days ago:

ChinkBoi101: have u ever noticed
ChinkBoi101: when u jack off in the summer, it feels moderate or even a little cool
ChinkBoi101: but in the winter
ChinkBoi101: it feels really warm and even hot

Now imagine that you are Bill. (Did I just make you think of Bill jacking off? Sorry.) Wouldn't you love talking to a wall who not only does not respond because he is not at the computer, but also posts these things online for all to see?

Some people just don't learn.

Am I just delusional, or do girls' ratings of movies/TV shows vary directly with the attractiveness of guys in them?

I love how I have such abrupt transitions all the time. I don't even know how my mind got to that.

My "shit happens" poster is unsticking itself from the wall.

1:33AM

Thursday, December 30, 2004 (3 comments)

In case you read Tricia's Xanga (today's post) and became worried about the things she said or my comment, just know that we're just playing with her Xanga Stalker Dude (who is not me). Ok? Good. The part about me driving my "new car" should have smelled rather fishy.

Also, please ignore the part about calling me if you're bored. If you're bored and I like you, then I will automatically sense that you are bored and I will call you to unbore you. So if you're ever bored and I don't immediately call you, then that means I don't like you. But that's ok, because I hate people and if you want me to like you then you can't be a person.

Hm, did I just pull a Bill or what? That didn't even make sense to me when I read it again.

I like how "hmm" and "hmmm" and are in the MS Office dictionary, but "hm" and "hmmmm" and so on are not. I say "hm" more than anything because I'm too lazy to type extra m's.

Oh yeah, I don't laundry list enough. Umm, so yesterday we went to Chicken and Waffles, which was good. I know I sound ridiculously gay saying this, so please forgive me, but does anyone not think Charles and Ronjon would make a cute couple (except for Gene, who wants both of them for himself)?

Ok so then they had no more of the fries that come with wings, so people wanted macaroni & cheese, but being me, I obviously can't like something that American. I think part of this has to do with my parents' partially successful attempts at forcing me to eat slices of cheese when I was seven. I was not happy with this.

Anyways, the first side item on the list was yam. I looooove those so much. Ronjon said he wanted some too, but being Ronjon, he never actually ate any. Then when I ate them, they were not that great. I mean, yams are always good, but these just weren't as good as I was hoping for.

Then frisbee at Centennial Park, where I raped CiCi's foot pretty badly (sorry) because I like running/sliding into things moving with high velocity directly at me.

Hey, what does it mean when you ask a group of back people to play frisbee, and they say they'll only play if you bet? Wait, that's not my actual question. My question was supposed to be, what do they mean when they say "no bet, no game" while holding up a Bible and pointing at it? What does the Bible say about gambling?

CiCi is having fun writing her college essays at my house because her Internet broke or something. Wait till she finds out that I set Ctrl-S to crash the computer. Muahahaha. Ok, so I wouldn't do that, but at least it was a fun thought.

6:04PM

Wednesday, December 29, 2004 (7 comments)

Damn, CiCi. I had to read your awesome comment twice. I sorta laughed the first time, but I burst out laughing the second time. I guess I'm just tired or something.

I <3 you too.

Charles, Gene, and Ai came over today. I love ping pong. I think Ai was afraid we (especially Gene) were all going to eat her alive or something. I guess she didn't bring any form of protection though, because otherwise she would have used it on Gene. BAM! If that's not a double entendre, I don't know what is. Especially given the incident where Gene stuck his crotch in her face for about 15 minutes.

Hm, reflecting back on this, I think she must have enjoyed it because that's an awful lot of time to move out of the way of his crotch. As they say, hindsight is 20/20...

I don't particularly like and don't agree with the "Why Asian Men Can't Get Any" on Pat's Xanga. I think the author knows what kind of torture this little Asian has in store for her. Actually, don't worry. I still love you, and so does Gene.

You know, I liked this site a lot better in the past when all I did was talk about how stupid Christians are, how annoying I specific people are, how annoying people in general are, how much I hate my teachers, and how annoying annoying things are. I really need to go back to doing this.

HOLY CRAP (this is a CPU fan):

Super Turbine Heatpipe Action

Is this a joke?

1:26AM

Sunday, December 26, 2004 (9 comments)

I hope everyone had a nice Christmas.

So I was reading through old Zhangas again, and I noticed that Eva came back from China late in June and wounded me with her stupid nails on Friday the 25th. Then I looked on my arm, and yup, it's still there.

I was reading this (it's about the picture of the Coke picture with the guy bending over and spewing out Pepsi/diarrhea):

I am still in a state of shocked admiration of that picture below. "Shocked admiration" sounds like an answer choice to one of those SAT reading passage questions that go "Which of the following best describes the author's attitude..."

And as soon as I came across the first "shocked admiration," I immediately thought of SAT reading passages. I guess my mind hasn't changed even a bit since six months ago, despite the fact that I am done with gay SATs.

Is it just me, or have the quality of my Zhanga posts been steadily declining? Or were they always this bad and I just never really noticed?

I'll come up with something interesting tomorrow. I seem to say that a lot but I never really do it. Oh well, I guess that means tomorrow's post will suck too.

I'll leave you with this:

wendy0428: WAIT
wendy0428: HE'S A REAL PERSON
wendy0428: ?

I think we all know who she's talking about =) The one who is so utterly stupid that he has turned into something of a legend.

Actually, last note: I think I need to save the last comment thread. That one is going down in the books.

10:36PM

Friday, December 24, 2004 (19 comments)

I thought entertaining two sags was bad (at the RCP at my house after Thanksgiving). I just came back from an RCP at someone else's house, and there were eight sags... and there were no other guys around my age. (One of the sags brought her 22-or-so, non-Chinese boyfriend to the RCP (one of the eight deadly sins, btw), and everyone else was like >40.) You know, it's lots of fun sitting at a dinner table with people you've never met and trying to find something to talk about while your parents are peeking in every 30 - 90 seconds like you're in a zoo exhibit.

Well, sags, as we all know, are really good about finding things to talk about:

Some college girl: "Don't ever date Asian guys. They're [she remembers that I'm sitting 6 inches from her] -- uhhhhhh, they're nice!"
Me: "Ummm. It's ok, I didn't hear that."
Victoria [I can't tell if she's sad, angry, or both]: "You know, I've NEVER met a decent Asian guy before."
Me: [words are muffled by the steam streaming violently out of my ears]

Thanks, Victoria. I love you too. (But Bill loves you more.)

By the way, Bill, I don't think it was smart of you to make a stupid comment calling Tim an idiot. This is going to get really ugly really soon. Actually, I'll get Tim started. Bill, if you have to refer to Tim as "he/she," then you/Bill don't deserve to talk/live because I don't know any girls/females named Tim.

Interesting:

Me: "What's the Magna Carta?"
Dad: "He's a senator."

10:24PM

Thursday, December 23, 2004 (10 comments)

Tim, I bow down to you for your ability to pwn Bill, hard. Every time. You are awesome.

Here is a sampling of Tim's comments on my site as well as what caused them:

Bill Tim
stupid little furry animals aren't fun
but they are fun to shoot		 Bill-

I'm pretty sure any small furry animal could kick your ass if you ever tried to shoot it. hApPy HoLiDaYz!~~~~~~kekekek^^
y r u burning ur rejection letter?
u should hang it on the wall to remind urself that no matter how smart u think u r, certain schools still don't want u		 Bill, you beat off to pictures of David's ass. Your speaking privelges have been suspended indefinitely.
Bill: u r such a dumbass Wow, Bill. When you get served to the point that your only retort is to call David a dumbass...it's time to leave the planet.
get glasses if ur blind BILL STOP TALKING

I'm going to have to agree with all of them. Especially the furry animal one... especially if the furry animal happens to be a ferocious Fox.

I discovered that my cell phone works fine when I talk to people I don't really to talk to, but it dies every five minutes if I'm talking to someone I actually like talking to. Will someone PLEASE shoot Murphy? I hate his law so much. It's screwed up every single hour of my waking life in some way or another.

My dad told me to put up the Christmas lights today because it's rather warm outside. Warm, my ass. Warm like my ears that were about to crack and fall off. They also made me wash the pond filter, which was gay because my hands had to take about ten minutes of zero humidity, high wind, cold weather... while soaked with almost-freezing pond water. That was COLD. My mom complained about me not wearing more, even though I obviously could not expect to clean a filter with warm gloves on.

Hmm, my dad's home. I better hide Sex for Dummies. I don't think he knows about this yet.

I'm almost done with college essays... maybe I should have written them sooner?

11:44PM

Wednesday, December 22, 2004 (10 comments)

An hour or two ago I finished writing an essay on sleeping. I love sleeping. How can I not write at least one of my essays on that?

Speaking of sleeping... talk about erratic sleep patterns.

Three nights ago, something kept me up pretty late, then I randomly (or so I thought) woke up at 5 AM and my phone rang a few seconds later. Überbitch expressed extreme sadness when I told her that I woke up before she called. Then I checked my phone logs, noticed that this was actually her fifth consecutive call (so the other ones must have woken me up), and then she immediately became happy. What a bitch! I called her back at 7 AM and she hadn't gone to sleep yet. Wasted my phone batteries and didn't even wake her up.

Then two nights ago, I picked up my phone to fox for "ten minutes," which in fox language means until dawn and/or when both parties fall asleep on the phone. Then I woke up when she woke me up at 2 PM. WHO CALLS AND WAKES PEOPLE UP AT 2 PM!??!?! Jeez!

I heard foxes taste good roasted.

Hm, that makes me hungry... time to eat seaweed.

2:06AM

Sunday, December 19, 2004 (4 comments)

ManOfAwesome: shit
ManOfAwesome: uga has an integrity essay

Ouch.

Ok, so the other night (well, quite a few nights ago), McLeod called me. We hadn't really talked much since this summer. It was around midnight, still well before I slept:

McLeod: "Hey, Zhang."
Me: "Hey!"
McLeod: "What's the volume of a sphere?"
Me: "Four-thirds pi r cubed."
McLeod: "Thanks. Bye."
  [click]

lol

Hmm, what else has happened..... nothing.....

Well, I did some ABX tests on Sandstorm because I want to find out once and for all whether Ogg Vorbis or MP3 is the better format. So far, Ogg is being slaughtered (how is this happening!?). I'll post the results when I'm done. I think I'll include WMA in there, too.

Maybe Ogg will work better with music that has vocals...? Hopefully. MP3 is being gay, and all the converters that make MP3 files are starting to charge money, so I really want to find an open format to use that will always be free. (Ogg Vorbis is open source.)

I think I should turn this in as a lab write-up for Camp. At least there is a well-defined procedure unlike her POS labs which are like a free-for-all. Not only that, but most of them have failed and resulted in her repeatedly saying, "Well, sometimes you learn more from your failures than you do from your successes." Also, there will be data tables filled with information, as opposed to... nothing, as in the last lab. And the conclusion maybe will actually be something interesting? Instead of "DURRR the old field has more shit DURR"?

10:32PM

Friday, December 17, 2004 (6 comments)

Well, now that finals are over and the research paper is done, I can finally breathe. And sleep. Last night was my first all-nighter this year. I emptied all my Coke by 11 PM and I had to last until about 8 AM. Gay.

That paper was awful. I'll be lucky if I get a 70 on it.

Yeah so I don't know what to say here, except my obvious frustration and anger at what Jess told me yesterday. I really feel like killing that bastard.

Moving on to a different topic... I need to play some ping pong. My arms have been writing, bubbling [Scantrons], typing, and clicking too much recently. I need them to get some physical activity. Actually, where's Tricia...

11:39PM

Thursday, December 16, 2004 (4 comments)

One research paper in one night, here I come. I think 15 hours should be enough. I have a 2 liter Coke here to keep me company and make sure I don't fall asleep.

I want to make one note, though, about this awesome site. http://rinkworks.com/stupid/ = Amazing. I think this one is my favorite:

I was having a conversation with a friend in the computer cluster. A girl overheard us and piped up.

Me: "So, what's your ICQ number?"
Girl: (staring) "Why do you need an icy cucumber?"

Wonder what she's been up to.

8:08PM

Monday, December 13, 2004 (10 comments)

I came home today at around 2:45, and then I sat down at my computer to check my email. About ten minutes later, I went upstairs to try to play Everytime. Unfortunately, when I noticed that my hands began drifted off and playing random notes, I realized that I was falling asleep. I lay down on the couch and immediately dozed off.

Akbar came over and was unable to wake me up. I didn't even know that he had come. Oops.

So then my mom came home. She put her jacket over me because she thought I was cold, and then I rolled over a few times, and then I dunno what happened because I was really sleepy and I don't remember things when I'm sleepy.

Anyways, just before dinner, I came back downstairs to the computer, and my sister followed. I didn't think she would notice, but she did:

Sex for Dummies

Yes, that überbitch gave me this book today. I was too tired to put it away, so it was on my desk. Then my sister asked, "What is Sex for Dummies?" and I had no good response. Then she asked what sex is, and I had no response to that either.

Little did I know that my MOM had found this book as well. It was awful. She asked me who gave it to me, then she told me that Eva should have given it to Gene instead.

Then my brilliant sister decided to ask my mom what sex is, and my mom said it's for big kids. Hmm.

I was surprised my mom didn't totally flip her shit and serve me in the old-fashioned way. That would be to beat me with a stick, in case you are noob and didn't know.

I also like (well, not exactly like...) Tim's comment on the book. Ahh, I can't remember the exact quote, but it had to do with the label in the upper-left and was something like, "Do you think the 'miniature' is there to tell you something?"

7:13PM

Sunday, December 12, 2004 (6 comments)

I don't have time today to write anything, and I've been busy all day doing things. So I'll leave you with this:

I found that the CD drive I bought on Black Friday won't eject. After like half an hour of fooling with it, it finally ejected (it was a one-time thing... it won't eject any more), and I was happy because I thought it started working again. As we all know, my mastery of the English language is such that I don't even have to think about what I'm writing for it to be purely stupid:

icydog1: OH MAN IT EJECTED!!!!!
icydog1: i'm about to wet my pants that was so exciting

Oops.

10:46PM

I really like the song 我们的爱 (wŏ mén de aì in case the Chinese won't show) by F.I.R. So if you're into gay music like I am, it's good.

I need to install tracking cookies on my site so I can track each individual visitor's viewing habits over an extended period of time. The one page I'm thinking about right now is the Pong page. I have a feeling that Gene makes up over 70% of the hits to that page, but I can't verify that without some kind of tracker =(

Yesterday, I search in vain for a good open-source firewall/antivirus combo to replace the Norton stuff I have because they eat 75% of my memory on boot. I'm not even kidding. Though I didn't find what I was looking for, I did find something that acts like Maple. It's called Maxima and it's excellent, especially considering that it's free.

For all of you who make fun of me for trying to play Everytime on the piano... come on, you have to admit that it's pretty good music if you take out her singing and consider just what it sounds like on the piano. Or that's what my non-gay-music-loving side tells me.

The new Trillian has new emoticons. I like the crying face for "LMAO." When I read the melted Barbie thing, I started laughing so hard I had leave the room because my mom was next to me. It's funny because I know exactly who she's talking about...

PiLlBuG 413: u know that sub that looks like a melted barbie?

Oh, on the list of things that annoy me (the post below), I forgot one. I really hate it when people begin with "no offense, but..." and then end with "you're SO stupid" or "how did you beat [someone] on that test" or "EWWWW I will not do the project with you because that would involve talking to you and ewwww that's disgusting" or... you get the idea. Because it's obviously going to be offensive, why even bother to attach a "no offense, but..." to it? That just makes it more annoying. My personal favorite is the "no offense, but you are SO gay."

Screw you too.

1:40AM

Thursday, December 9, 2004 (10 comments)

So today Gene and I asked Mrs. Martin if we had League, and after saying yes, a sign was posted on the bulletin board saying that League was canceled. Great.

Umm, nothing else interesting happened today. Well, Ronjon had to punch me to wake me up when the bell rang after econ, and I would have slept through the bell marking the end of seventh period had James not buzzed that circuit thing a lot.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I haven't done one for a while, though. The next one I do will not come before March, I promise.

//TEN random things about me:
10. I like meat.
09. I eat when I'm bored.
08. I have a tendency to fall into the Moat.
07. I sometimes feel that I learn more in some classes if I'm asleep.
06. Yes, I did have braces for a long time.
05. I like frying insects on my electric flyswatter.
04. I just got done trying to play Everytime on the piano.
03. I never wear my glasses.
02. I took art lessons in the past for about a year. I learned a lot, as you can tell...
01. I electrocuted myself once out of curiosity. I was wondering what it felt like and if my hair really would spike out.

//NINE ways to win my heart:
09. There are way too many of these blanks!
08. I can't even think of a single one!
07. I can only think of things not to do.
06. Ahhhh!
01. You know what, forget this.
00. Actually, I can think of one: be a good whore who makes me sandwiches and babies and will fob my hair.

//EIGHT things I wanna do before i die:
08. Set Ms. Bryan on fire.
07. Actually, I think using her as fuel would be more efficient. She should be able to power NYC for a couple of days. Especially if she is used as fissionable material... wow... she could power the whole world for weeks!
06. Sleep.
05. Lots and lots of sex.
04. Make fun of Ronjon a lot more.
03. Eat so much watermelon it makes me sick. Hopefully, this is also the cause of my death. That would make me 1337.
02. Make my mom happy.
01. Watch my little sister grow up and become... what else... a typical Chinese mother!

//SEVEN ways to annoy me (or seven things that annoy me)
07. pLz SeE da Evanian Dictionary~ [link has been removed]
06. "Ronjon is the appitomy of a crappy human being." (Quote from yesterday.) Using-big-words-to-sound-smart-but-actually-sounding-really-stupid is even worse than plain old using-big-words-to-sound-smart.
05. Catch me speeding the one and only time I went fast enough to get suspended.
04. Fart curry paste. (YOU INDIAN FAG)
03. Steal my watermelon/seaweed.
02. Hypocrisy.
01. Bring up something and then say never mind.

//SIX things I believe in
06. Myself
05. Relativity of everything
04. The need for Bryan to die
03. The existence of too much homework
02. The lack of a higher being
01. Dutter
<<Emergency Edit!>>
Obviously I have messed up here, as James pointed out. By "The lack of a higher being," I am referring to the commonly accepted "higher beings" of various established religions. Dutter doesn't fall into this category (yet), but obviously she is a higher being.

//FIVE things I'm afraid of:
05. All those weird diseases
04. The envelope that's coming in less than a week
03. Bugs
02. Heights
01. My sister becoming a chomp/slut/idiot/whatever. Because then my only choices would be to watch her be a failure, or kill myself. I think I'd kill myself.

//FOUR of my favorite items in my room
Only four? Why are there nine things to win my heart but only four of these? This one is so much easier!
04. Hub cap
03. Bed
02. Cardboard box computer
01. ELECTRIC FLYSWATTER!!!!!

//THREE things I do everyday
03. Dream.
02. Fall asleep. I necessarily fall asleep every day, even if I don't reach my bed. Sometimes I look like I'm awake but my memory is completely shut off. if you talk to me during one of these periods, I'll respond normally, but when I wake up, I will have no idea it happened.
01. Eat

//TWO things I want to do right now:
02. Eat
01. Sleep

//ONE person I want to see right now:
01. =)
Hm, actually, I'm not sure who the one person would be. There are a lot of people I really want to see right now, and my friends at Walton are not particularly high on the list because I see them very often (not because I don't love you all, which I do very much). For instance, I want to see my grandpa, which would only work if one of us travels 12,000 miles.

7:34PM

I looooove my whore who is (maybe) going to fob my hair this winter break =)

1:17AM

Wednesday, December 8, 2004 (3 comments)

Oh, hey. The Japs bombed Pearl Harbor yesterday a few years ago.

You know what I hate?

I hate people who post lyrics on their Xangas. Song lyrics are the one thing I never read. I read anyone's blabber about anything, even if it's five pages long. But song lyrics are so pointless. They're not even original.

I also hate girls who complain about how fat they are. I hate girls who say "but I have fat here..." when you'd be a dead shriveled corpse if you had no fat on your [choose: butt, thighs, arms, stomach, etc]. I hate hate hate it. I don't care if you are over 100 pounds. In fact, why do people even care about weight? Maybe you just happen to be heavy, but as long as you don't look fat, why does it matter how heavy you are?

Hm, I think I just strayed off topic.

I hate it when the number of guys a girl has done exceeds the number of days she has known any of them.

I hate teachers who suck.

I really hate teachers who eat babies.

I hate how I was woken up twice today by teachers who were yelling at other students. I mean, if you have to yell at some kid... can't you be nice and do it quietly so you don't have to wake me from my nap? I was having this nice dream (forgot what it was about, only that it was fun and not over when I was rudely awakened) during econ, and Williams totally exploded and told people to leave his classroom. I thought he was kicking me out of class, until I opened my eyes and noticed he was yelling at the two lovebirds over yonder. Next period, Camp yelled at Gene for trying to kill a kangaroo or something and then that woke me up. How annoying.

11:17PM

Tuesday, December 7, 2004 (4 comments)

I think we all know whose rejection letter this is (DingTing's):

DingTing's MIT rejection letter

I'm looking forward to this type of thing in a week =)

7:25PM

Monday, December 6, 2004 (11 comments)

I've never felt stupider in my life. (Well, maybe I have.)

Ok, so on Friday, I was looking for Tiffany after sixth period. I went to her seventh period class, and in her seat was this other girl, but I couldn't tell because she was writing something and had her head kind of leaned over her desk and turned away from the door. So I walked up to her and said, "Tiffany. Tiffany?" Then I walked closer and said loudly to myself, "$&%! Shit!"

But I thought it wasn't that bad because I didn't see her ever move her head, so I figured she didn't know that she was the object of my confusion. Looks like I messed up again. She knew it was me, and somehow she even knew who I am. (I've never talked to her before.)

So I figure that one of these screw-ups is enough for this month. Nope.

Today in the morning, I thought I saw Ai walking towards me in the hallway. So I opened my mouth to say, "Hey, Ai!" but as I walked closer, I realized that this person looked nothing like Ai. So I opened my mouth like an idiot and then closed it back up.

Later, I thought I saw Lilly, so I wasted some ATP trying to catch up to her, only to find out that it was yet another sag who randomly popped out of nowhere. I swear, sags telewarp into Walton faster than Dutter can teleport from here to Iraq and back (and that's pretty fast).

By this afternoon, I was pretty wary of my eyesight. And it wasn't even my eyesight. It's not like I can't see people clearly... I think I just need sleep. Anyways, as I'm walking out of APES, I see this girl in front of me who looked exactly like Tricia. My first instinct was to tap her and say "Hey whore!" but I managed to restrain myself.

She was the right height, had the same hair, had the same color dye, and same... shape? You know what I mean. Anyways, I analyzed intently for about 10 seconds and determined that this absolutely must be Tricia and I can't possibly be mistaken. So I was about to greet her with the usual obscene greeting, and luckily, not-Tricia turned around just that instant. Whew.

Conclusion: I am never greeting or directly addressing a girl ever again unless we are facing and within five feet of each other. At best, I waste a bunch of ATPs, and at worst, I risk a painful slap in the face.

7:33PM

Sunday, December 5, 2004 (5 comments)

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!? DIE!!

http://www.xanga.com/Zhanga

By using the name "Zhanga," this person has clearly shown that she obviously has no desire to live any longer.

(Yes, I realize that this Xanga precedes mine. But I don't care, that doesn't make it any less gayz0r.)

Anyways, here's something else I found:

Take this "Belief-O-Matic" test.

  1. Secular Humanism (100%)
  2. Unitarian Universalism (99%)
  3. Liberal Quakers (87%)
  4. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (85%)
  5. Nontheist (76%)

I can't believe I got 85% Protestant and 48% Mormon.

5:07AM

Friday, December 3, 2004 (6 comments)

Happy birthday!

I tried to make a math joke out of 17 and 18 and failed miserably. I'll wait till you become perfect in ten years =)

So I went to visit GA Tech with CiCi today. She isn't even applying there. What a lamer. And we forgot to/didn't eat lunch.

So we walked around for a while, and here are our findings:

11:28PM

Thursday, December 2, 2004 (4 comments)

Fleenor ruined my day three days in a row. First, that outline thing on Tuesday. Then the impossible pop quiz yesterday. Then another pop quiz today. I like the guy, but this is seriously getting ridiculous.

Maybe this will express my feelings properly:

Middle finger lighter made of solid copper

By the way, it emits a green flame. It's soooooooo ownage. I kind of want to set Ms. Bryan's car on fire with it.

I was pretty dead today. I fell asleep a bunch of times without really knowing what was going on, or even that I was falling asleep. Like, during academic bowl practice, I kind of put my head down and thought I was listening to the questions but I really wasn't.

I sorta woke up at one point and heard something about the Internet and programming, and I immediately thought Python. But I wasn't really conscious. I knew the answer, but for some reason I expected someone else to buzz in and say the answer, which happened. Not until I woke up several questions later did I realize that the objective was to answer the question, not to wait for someone else to do it.

And I like how after the fire alarm went off, no one in the media center had moved a bit. They were all still sitting quietly at their computers, doing their thing. Interesting, because if there really had been a fire, they would all try to charge out of the exit and trample each other in the process.

I <3 Heart of Darkness. Time for it to give me my nightly anal rape session.

Hm, I bet Tricia's jealous =)

Seriously though, why did Fleenor pick this book to do extensive work with? Why couldn't we have spent more time on Crime and Punishment, or the grammar textbook, or even Waiting for Godot? Why did this book have to be the worst book ever?

8:10PM

Wednesday, December 1, 2004 (4 comments)

Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but I actually didn't write that thing below, from yesterday.

That gay AP Lit class really gets to my head sometimes. Waiting for Godot... ahh! So tell me if this doesn't totally sound like something I do a LOT (and by a lot, I mean every night)...

  1. Vladimir and Estragon ramble for hours and hours, day after day.
  2. They talk about nonsense and completely worthless topics.
  3. Meanwhile, nothing gets accomplished.
  4. Then they forget about what they talked about in less than 3 seconds.
  5. Estragon likes to say things, only to shut up when Vladimir says something like "I TOLD YOU TO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!"
  6. And the clincher, of course. They did this only about a million times:
    "Well? Shall we go?"
    "Yes, let's go."
    They do not move.

Ok, that was enough talking about literature to last the rest of the semester. (I feel like............ lol) I think I'll reserve the rest of the days in December for talking about stupid people. Speaking of which, why did I stop posting things about Awadalla on here? I don't even know why I stopped. He hasn't gotten any smarter. He still consistently shows up to class inconsistently, and today, about 20 minutes after he got to class and during a class discussion, he randomly asks about the summer reading test. Someone made up a story about it, Overstreet played along with a serious face, and then told him that he had announced it at the beginning of class. Classic.

Then yesterday, holy crap, his stupidity actually amazed me. You'd think that I'm used to his idiocy by now, but this one totally caught me off guard:

Someone: "California is like its own country."
Overstreet: "California has an economy bigger than France's."
Dumb Idiot: "Huh?" [blank, confused look] "Francis?"
[Someone Else says something. I don't remember what it was.]
Dumb Idiot: "Oooooohh! France!"

Ah, it's really stupid when put into writing. It was hysterical at the time, though.

Will someone please tell me why Fleenor had to ruin my day two days in a row? That was not very nice of him. First the gay outline thing (and I got structuralism...) and then this supergay pop quiz? Wow, I seriously have never written 100% BS on anything before today. I've never made up so much stuff in my life. Even the essay in biology that I got a 2/10 on... well, at least I knew what DNA stands for. What does sealing wax stand for?

10:21PM

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