My GOD. Today was a journey down the road frustration and ineptitude. You'd thinking running a networked POP3 e-mail program would be a breeze these days. WRONG. Networks are an art of their own anyway, but try getting a signal to bounce through multiple gates with an adequate buffer to keep you out of the red. Try it I fucking dare you. Take your problems one step further because SOMEBODY (Harold, you cock) didn't check the returns on the hardline connections. Now we have like 50 Western Digital HDs to restore, a terabyte on each.

Anyway besides having the server cluster crash to the point of no return. I'm backlogged on multiple web pages that need to go out, like, yesterday. I just don't have the patience to sit and pound out a reasonable combination of HTML, CSS, Java, and C++. Spanish was hard enough back in the day and at least I didn't have to pass it through W3 validation. 4.0 is so strict!!!

Man, I don't know. Maybe my code is just dogs code. Whatever, at least they aren't coming out balls-nasty and the clients will accept them.

Alright, Chad 0110111101110101011101000000110100001010!

My truck is rusted, disheveled, a heap of nothing - my life.

I have a wild pack of family dogs - I have that and they are my closest neighbors.
(10 points for getting the poorly chosen reference)

I have a house and it stands all by itself on six concrete legs. It holds ALL my beer conveniently.
The mailbox is in the shape of a "birdhouse." I get mail from the NDP and the GOP and don't give a rat's ass about either one. I'm libertarian, you see, my acronym is NRA.

The closest thing to civilization is Williston. I shop at the wall mart, it is a mediocre experience. I like to look sideways down perpendicular isles. I like to see the little vignettes:
- A mother and her adolescent child. Mutual Screaming.
- Obese man on electric tricycle.
- College kids being frugal.
- Obese woman on electric tricycle. Man in stained tank top, big mustache.
- Obese couple on electric tricycles.
- Old people comparing paper towels.
- Single man, tall, no shirt, looks tired and wired at the same time.
But I'm just here to buy chex mix in bulk.

So I feel that College is a place of learning many things, but sometimes you learn how to do things you didn't anticipate.  Yeah, like speaking without words.

Today in class, I flirted with a girl.  I know, how very unique right?  Here's the kicker.

I flirted with her, without saying anything at all.

Some call this eye rape, I like to call it pimpin'.  When it's mutual and followed by smiles it's not rape anymore, right?  She was loving every second of it, just little bits of eye contact in succession with cute smiles.

The Upside: You give her something to remember.
The Downfall:  I don't have a damn clue what her name is.  Guess I'll have to go old school on her ass and actually speak to her.  Damn.  How can I Facebook stalk her if I don't even know her name?

I have difficulty enough with sitting down for multiple hours on end let alone with someone talking. My poli-sci teacher just has the most relaxing voice like you wouldn't believe. Like a pair of cooing doves having discourse on the rights of man through the eyes of Hobbes.
I think I'm in Love
And I'm supposed to take notes? I can hardly stay awake.
I come in mad tired anyway at 8am, how can a man not get lulled to slumbers peaceful and content?
My class notes have indeed suffered. My hand can not keep good will with the paper upon which I scribe.
Here, let me put it a manner we can all understand. For a picture speaks leagues for what words can only stutter.


Can you read that shit? I can't. And I'm supposed to study off it. I even pulled the classic "pen on paper, go to doze, and make an awkward line down the page" at various points. That is the power under which I am a slave. Perhaps her witchcraft is method to an end of her own - I know not. But I'll be damned to hell and back again if I should pull straight D-'s or worse in this class.

As winter rapidly approaches, we prepare ourselves for the long haul that lies ahead.

No more shameless flirting with cute college girls in summer dresses blowing in the wind, no more shirtless frisbee hunks on the college green with crest smiles.  No more pick up basketball games in the summer sun, no more laying out under trees with a good book as the day cools. 

Some will ski, some snowboard, and all can sled, but for many winter becomes a time of hibernation.  The sheer joy of life that envelopes college campuses during the summer, is suddenly stuffed underneath a white blanket, only to melt off in 6 months time.  6 months of this!  I guess we wouldn't appreciate the summers as much if we weren't forced to endure 6 months of arctic living for the other half of the year.

Although I will say, nothing "cools" you off like a walk on a crisp, clear winter night.

What is your favorite thing about winter?

A problem I have recently had.

As every 13 year old girl and I know, the latest of the Backstreet Boys discography hit stores a week or so ago. It's real lame (awesome), and I wouldn't listen to it if I was paid (I blast it through my headphones every night.)

Why are boy bands so damn catchy? When I liked the Backstreet Boys in my younger days, I was able to blame it on my immaturity. As I grew older, I had girlfriends (whom I loved) to confirm that I wasn't in fact gay.

But now, I'm 20 years old. The Backstreet Boys come out with a new album, and its got some hot tracks (I will say that it is not a solid album on it's own, but it definitely has a few sick grooves.)

How does this happen? Am I really the only one? 



Don't answer that.

A character must have attributes that fulfill one of two requirements.
1. Show people the attributes they share and can relate to.
2. Show people the attributes they are glad not to have at all.
Fulfilling both is almost impossible sometimes. It's just hard to keep them both well depicted without being boring. It's hard to make something that isn't boring. I would know, I'm bored all the time.
Sometimes you get an episode you just can't shake though not from lack of trying (but usually it is). You have to rely on some product of the world around you - to shake you from your sitting position behind the grease smudged glass (not drugs usually). And it's different for everybody. This ensures two things:
1. Everyone has that special something to peak their individual interests - nice
2. No creative endeavors will become popular - less so

I think tomorrow I'll be an IT professional. Or a chef.

What is wrong with the world today?
I'm looking on-line, actually right now, and seeing headphones that would cost me over 600 cash-money to get my groove on. My initial reaction to this was as follows:
1. "dude $60 for headphones is in no way good"
2. back to my thing
3. double take
4. WTF?
5. double check
6. WTF?!
7. Slow shake of the head and resignation to powers out of my control.

I can't ever imagine paying such a high and mighty price for something you'd probably forget in class on some piss-poor day. Those "Koss ESP-950"s better provide the most excellent of all comfort and sound while still being able to deflect bullets...and alien mental penetration rays.

Wayne I would be happy to bounce the town with you on Thursday but don't be saying nothing about my Auntie-A. She done nothing but wonders for my youth.
Anyway, lemmie see what my "obligations" are for the night and see if we can't cook up something mo' fine than wine. Might give Steel a ring and see if he can join us. You got a good place downtown? OH, and Kinki (if that is your real name). This will be a good opportunity for redemption for standing me up the other night. Maybe I'll see you there. MAYBE I WILL?

Man it's early.