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Goddamn it has been a long time. This semester of 18 hellish credits has been near deadly. I will be in 7 classes next semester..so i will probably post even less. I really love the engineering school and the people in it...and i am doing some REALLY cool things, like i just finished building a boom box. I will post a pic or two of it. And i work 16 hours a week, i am just exhausted all the time. But more importantly, i am contemplating buying a new phone. My current one is on its way out. I am going to ebay one and switch out the sim card. I am very close to buying this...
 
Its an audiovox SMT5600 and its a fully functional windows mobile machine. so it has outlook ,internet exporer, and windows media player on it. Its a pretty good price and i was just wondering if anyone has one, or has used one and knows how it works. it would be much appreciated.
ok before i go, here are some boom box pics. enjoy.
Invalid video URL.
Video of it playing some swing music, with a broken light bar.
Video of it playing some classical music with a new light bar!
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[22 Sep 2006|05:12pm] |
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if i had the patience to look back i am sure i could find the date, but for almost a year i have been keeping track of the iraqi war death total versus 9/11. today it happened, the numbers are matched. Amazingly, yahoo news picked up on it right away. This is a very sad fact for most americans, and an angering fact to all competent americans. This is offensive to every american who sees the deception of the bush administration in forcing a war without cause, nor proper authorization from congress nor the UN. This is an unjust war, an unjust president, and the exact opposite of democracy. The elected official is not representing america, nor its views, and frankly, its giving us a bad rep.
what a great way to start the year
L'shanah tova.
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[26 Aug 2006|11:14pm] |
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Here comes by ceremonial pre-move lj entry. This time its for me going back to DC. This summer was uneventfu, relaxed, and at times infuriating. But i guess so is life, so who am i to complain. I wish i saw more friends while i was here, but it never happened. Cest La Vie. Tonight we celebrated my birthday early at Flemmings. It was a very nice steak place. High end steak, high end prices, yet the noise level was comprable to that of discovery zone. I hope that isnt a dated references, as i have no idea if DZ still exists. The waitor was really nice, but sometimes u feel like they are doing anything for a tip. I guess thats what they gotta do, but being called chief, boss, and good buddy made me feel creepy. I concluded packing tonite with the unavoidable conclusion i own too much shit. It would be nice if it was shit i dont want, cuz i can leave that stuff behind with no remorse, but new shirts and new pants, and family things, and electronics are too common in my life. Thusly, there will be shipping done. Oh well. Thank god we got an inside man to remove that cost. I would post the statement that space bags are a godsent, but its no revelation. Its a known fact. They make a pillow into a pancake in seconds. I decided if they werent clear, i wouldnt want them. All the fun is in watching shit get flat. Without that...its just this mystery bag performing voodoo on your clothes and bedding. In other random news...for as much as i love kids, something is happening to them. you just cant find those sedate, wonderous kids anymore. They are all hypered up to the max naturally. Sugar isnt even needed anymore. Attentions spans depleted towards things one would consider important, yet unfathomably persistant attention to video games, tv, and any generally violent chaotic event. I wish i could pinpoint one cause. I refuse to accept technology as a valid excuse, because my life revolves around that stuff. Maybe its due to the lack of sesame street in these kids lives. Or maybe its because kids arent allowed to go outside and run around for a while. They are indoors 24/7 and get pent up. Take that feeling of being in a plane for 5 hours and wanting to get out so bad u get jittery. Thats how i think these kids feel all the time. I dont know...but its bothersome. Or maybe they just have too much stuff to entertain them, they do nothing for themselves. I always felt that poverty breeds personality. I dont mean u have to actually be poor, but not having it all, and needing ingenuity to get what u want. fuck it. i am sure people spend years researching and writing books on this, and my 5 min rant will not do much.
the district calls. i will answer.
Live to give. Love to Love.
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The new RHCP album stadium arcadium rocks my fucking socks. That is all i have to report.
10 days left in the CA
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[08 Aug 2006|01:23am] |
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a friend of mine sent this to me today. he knows i listen to his and his girlfriend's issues all the time, and i am often the shoulder people cry on. he feels i am "the nice guy" so eloquently described here. so here it is. This, through brett and the other of this piece, is my ode to all of us good guys, who deserve a break.
Ode to the Nice Guys
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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| just one time... |
[03 Aug 2006|06:53pm] |
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pay close attention, because i dont think i will ever say this again. Pat Robertson ACTUALLY understands something.
"Conservative Christian broadcaster Pat Robertson said on Thursday the wave of scorching temperatures across the United States had converted him into a believer in global warming."
Now..."old pat" would just say that god is blaming the obese for their gluttonous ways by cooking them all. so for him to realize that its so hot not even god could do this, only humans, we have truly gotten through to old patty. Who knows what revelation he will have next. I would say only god could know, but i dont even think the good lord himself is on the same page as pat. The alienation of too many of god's children by pat and his cronies has i think put them on bad terms. I think, as long as we are all allowed to make rediculous claims of god, even stuff for the worst(like god causing hurriccane katrina to punish the evil, as pat said before), that god is causing global warming. Now this is two parts. One, global warming does exist, and its because of our terrible emissions, but the other part is that god saw that the rich keep buying SUVs and creating wasteful factories...so he decided to stop the growth of the hole in the ozone layer(which he created earlier to prevent global warming) and sealed it up in his own greenhouse style. That way, even the must thickheaded conseratives could realize that its hot. and hot is bad. and so we should not make it so hot.
That is my take on things. If half of congress and the executive branch can believe in creationism...i can beleive in "God uses his powers to open the eyes of the morons"ism.
good day.
in other news, rumsfeld got grilled today. when backed into a corner, he claimed that we would have a "dickens of a time" to prove when he painted a rosy picture about the length of the war.
Does donald know about google? Or nexis lexis? Or any search engine???
search input "Rumsfeld & war& time"
result #1
*Feb. 7, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, to U.S. troops in Aviano, Italy: "It is unknowable how long that conflict will last. It could last six days, six weeks. I doubt six months."
thats the plague of our government. i call it "foot in mouth disease" its that kind of crap that winds up on the dailyshow, leno, letterman if he is paying attention, and any book by Al Franken, Lewis Black, Bill Maher, or Lou Dobbs.
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[28 Jul 2006|10:02pm] |
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I really should be happier, but my grandma was being a bit of a bitch tonite. I found out today i made the dean's list, and i was happy. And the second i told her about it, she said "do you get any money for it?" and i said no, just a letter of recognition. Well she replied saying to let her know when i get money, not just a stupid letter. and i told her that i got a $36k scholarship, to which she replied "you had that scholarship before the letter came." I dont know why i bother with her anymore. I will never get any recognition from her. She spent more time being proud of my 8 year old cousin for eating brisket than my deans list. Whatever. its terrible to say, but fuck her.
Driving with my mom, i dont think i can ever do that again. She is horrible. She tells me that she hates driving with anyone, which is true, but i do not need her grabbing the wheel, or hitting her imaginary brake peddle. I hate my dad's car. I hate driving with my mom. Ugh. another lose-lose situation to add to the long list of them.
sigh.
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please mark my words on this because i guarentee it will come back in the future. Today the house passed a bill to increase min. wage. and to that i say good, minimum wage needs to hit living standards. Yet a few democrats voted against the bill. Now anyone with political savvy would be confused, saying "democrats LOVE increasing minimum wage. why would they vote against it??"
well porkbarreled onto the bill was a cut in the estate tax(formerly death tax). This means that much less of the money left behind by a dead millionaire goes to the people, and more goes to the children. so they can not work. Which is why money stays in the family forevor. Well, democrats dont like this, so some of them voted nay on the bill.
my point is, in a few years, we will hear fox news argue that some democrat voted AGAINST the increase of minimum wage, and so they shouldnt be the president, or some crap like that. hell maybe they will call them out that the other ones voted for a decrease in the estate tax! so...when you hear this slander later on, remember the story behind it. and also remember that most attacks are usually like this, because of overloaded bills, like the one that had a tiny clause about breast cancer research among all this other stuff about drilling if i recall correctly, and then dems were called out for voting against cancer research. they are PRO-CANCER.
please do the research people. dont be swayed by the crap u hear.
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| the origin of love |
[14 Jul 2006|11:48pm] |
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i was trying to find some profound song for peace in light of the events in israel. then i quickly moved from peace to love. i find the two are often mutual. then i remembered a great song from a B movie that most people probably never saw, but i loved it. Hedwig and the Angry Inch. it is wierd, but has great images of love. in taking something very obvious and wierd, it shows the truth in our world. its very profound for a movie full of crossdressing and revolving around a botched sex operation. well here is the song.
THE ORIGIN OF LOVE
When the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin of love.
The origin of love
And there were three sexes then,
One that looked like two men
Glued up back to back,
Called the children of the sun.
And similar in shape and girth
Were the children of the earth.
They looked like two girls
Rolled up in one.
And the children of the moon
Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son.
The origin of love
Now the gods grew quite scared
Of our strength and defiance
And Thor said,
"I'm gonna kill them all
With my hammer,
Like I killed the giants."
And Zeus said, "No,
You better let me
Use my lightening, like scissors,
Like I cut the legs off the whales
And dinosaurs into lizards."
Then he grabbed up some bolts
And he let out a laugh,
Said, "I'll split them right down the middle.
Gonna cut them right up in half."
And then storm clouds gathered above
Into great balls of fire
And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades
Of a knife.
And it ripped
Right through the flesh
Of the children of the sun
And the moon
And the earth.
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up into a hole,
Pulled it round to our belly
To remind us of the price we pay.
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane,
To scatter us away,
In a flood of wind and rain,
And a sea of tidal waves,
To wash us all away,
And if we don't behave
They'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping round on one foot
And looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
the concept of all being together, then finding love in reunion is beautiful to me. i hope there is more reunion in the world. thats where love lies.
<3
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[07 Jul 2006|01:54am] |
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I am reading Al Frankens new book The Truth (with jokes) and i am loving every page of it. he is the only author i can stay up reading at 2am and not wanna go to bed. Well all i really wanted to report right now was the best quote i have read in a long time.
"I think that the proposition of going to Baghdad is also fallacious. I think if we were going to remove Saddam Hussein we would have had to go all the way to Baghdad, we would have to commit a lot of force because I do not believe he would wait in the Presidential Palace for us to arrive. I think we'd have had to hunt him down. And once we'd done that and we'd gotten rid of Saddam Hussein and his government, then we'd have had to put another government in its place. What kind of government? Should it be a Sunni government or Shi'i government or a Kurdish government or Ba'athist regime? Or maybe we want to bring in some of the Islamic fundamentalists? How long would we have had to stay in Baghdad to keep that government in place? What would happen to the government once U.S. forces withdrew? How many casualties should the United States accept in that effort to try to create clarity and stability in a situation that is inherently unstable? I think it is vitally important for a President to know when to use military force. I think it is also very important for him to know when not to commit U.S. military force. And it's my view that the President got it right both times, that it would have been a mistake for us to get bogged down in the quagmire inside Iraq."
this was not some quote from a liberal commentator....it was a quote from.....
Cheney at the Washington Institute's Soref Symposium, April 29, 1991.
Yes it is dated and relates to the Gulf war, but all the issues stated in there were still relevant when bush part II decided to invade iraq.
It seems everything big that happens in the world is foreshadowed by something. Sept 11 had that little document telling bush who was gunna do what and where. The iraqi invasion happened twice, both by presidents bearing the same name. It makes u a little ashamed. it really does.
PS...i hope to have big roomate news in the next few months...i dont wanna jinx anything now.
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| Hear with me. |
[05 Jul 2006|01:52am] |
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Throughout this week, amidst the chaos, confusion, heartache, and even the tears, there has been one constant in my life; music. Music has the ability to tell us exactly what we want to hear at a given moment. It can comfort us, inspire us, teach us, or humble us. Listening to a song like “Like a Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan can teach us how lucky we to have everything we have. The Beatle’s “Come together”, even with its fucked up lyrics, can teach us the value of peace. Actually most Beatle’s songs have that message. You can “pussy“ it up a bit and listen to something like Con Te Partiro by Andrea Bocelli to space out and relax. Nothing can beat Pink Floyd to tackle issues way beyond our comprehension, like time, the value of money, or coping with the loss of someone. Its at the point where I wish there could be a music religion. One that is constantly evolving to tackle new issues (songs about 9/11, wars, etc.). Music can always be there to guide you in life. It keeps u motivated to go on. Meetings would take place when a new album comes out. Meetings would be, as it should be in all religions, optional. There are no laws to make you feel guilty about yourself. Just do as the music tells you at that time.
Hear and do. Hear and be. Here with me.
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[26 Jun 2006|08:12pm] |
i havent the time, energy, or desire to make this prodound or comedic in any way. My grandmother passed away this morning. i have been over there all day. My grandpa seemed to feel this was a long time comming, and remained solid as a rock all day. The same could not be said for everyone else to enter the door. I sat comforting my mother, my aunts, uncles, and even a cousin as we spent the day in typical family form talking about food, sales, and oh ya...the police were there. Their doctor at Kaiser decided he didnt want to sign her death certificate. No reason was given for this. The sargeant from the LAPD was at the apartment and had never heard of this before. The hospital even hung up on him. Not what u do to a cop. So we wound up with 3 cops at the apartment who were all totally dumfounded at the situation. The mortuary wouldnt take her without a certificate. The hospital wouldnt give us one. So my bubbe laid in bed for 6 hours. Eventually the cop took matters into his own hand and got the mortuary to come over and we would deal with kaiser later. I see a big problem on their hands when my dad types up a letter to them. If there is one thing its good at, its taking charge of a situation like that. So I stood strong for them the whole day, ran errands and took care of everyone as best i could. And when i came home, i bawled. It needed to be done.
i guess my reason for posting is my parents cancelled their trip. There will be no wild times. There will be mornful quiet times with the family all under this roof. MY parents didnt think of this issue yet, but i sure did...where is everyone gunna sleep. i am already on an inflatable mattess as it is. I know my parents will say "we will deal with it when we need to", but aaron will be here tomorrow. This are gunna get crazy fast. Crazy can be good. Crazy can distract from really hard.
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so my parents are leaving on Friday morning...and wont be back until the fourth of july...on Tuesday. That means i am looking for people to come hang and crash anytime between friday and monday. The only plans i have yet are saturday afternoon to...early evening. So give me a message, give me a call. let me know. I am opening it to anyone who wants to hang and chill out...nothing crazy. So to speak.
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| Somethin on my mind |
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This is going to be a political rant. I am going to LJ-cut it, incase anyone doesnt want to hear my opinions today. That is perfectly fine. I think we are all entitled to our own opinions, and we shouldnt be FORCED to hear other peoples. That said, i think an open mind is very important. I watch the 700 club and the O'Riley factor as a 99% pure laugh fest, but 1% wants to hear what they have to say. of that one percent, they are usually idiots, but a tiny percent of that 1% of the time i find something that could be remotely poignant, and with a quick fact finding adventure on Nexis or google, they are disproved. but i gave them a shot.
the following deals with the Iraqi war and abortion, as concepts of murder. read at your own pleasure
i leave with the concept of the "religion" i would love to create. There would be no concept of god, so i dont know if its a religion anymore...but scientology is a religion, so wierder things could happen. I dont know what it would be called, but it would have one tennet "Be nice." No clauses of how they treat you, or who they are, or what they beleive. That would cover all the commandments i beleive in, and it covers a good moral code. for the love of god, or the love of people, "be nice"
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| Life update |
[21 Jun 2006|04:35pm] |
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Well...Its the beginning(ish) of summer. I dont have to go back to GWU till September first, so i will be here for my birthday. That will be...nice. I have my classes picked out for next semester. I use the term picked out loosely, cuz all my classes are mandatory. They are as follows:
- Physics 022(University physics II) w/ lab
- Physics 127(Biophysics)
- Math 033(Multivariable Calculus)
- Electrical and Computer Engineering 011(circuit theory) w/ lab
- Electrical and Computer Engineering 153 (Intro to Biomedical Engineering)
- Computer Science 103(Data Structures and C++) w/ lab
Looks like lots of fun. Maybe i will have time to scratch my ass next semester : ). I am making the most of my chill out time now because idk how much i will have later.
I miss my GWU friends. Alice, Murrad, Matt, Justin, Brett, Andy, Niketa, and all my Aelos buddies. I look forward to next year. Alice and I are gunna be on a study schedule, and not waste as much time. We will get our awesome grades.
My grandma is home and doing better. She is still loony as hell, but thats pretty normal.
My parents are leaving in 9 days for the long weekend...so...shibby. If anyone wants to kick it here...let me know.
My computer is comming along. Its issues have been essentially solved, i just need to do a total system restore soon, cuz i have 40 missing gis on my hard drive. When i do a reformatting of my hard drive i will get all that space back, and have nothing. so i put my computer life on 3 DVDs. so thats almost 10 gigs of stuff. Thats a good amount to salvage.
i think thats about it. Oh i bought shoes. They are silly. Enjoy
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well...right now i am about to install windows vista and microsoft office 2007. This may be my last post for a while then. wish me luck!!!
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| WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP MY WONDER LOAF SO GODDAMN SECURE??? |
[12 Jun 2006|08:26pm] |
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packersdudejas: idk who is using the bread before me...but they fucking complicate that tie so much...they change directions every few twists
packersdudejas: its like a combination lock
packersdudejas: 3 left...2 right...2 more left
packersdudejas: here my ass is thinking they all go one way...i spin that fucker about 8 times to the right...and its even more twisted than it was before...so i go 15 the other way...
bfr97: hahahaha i hate when that fucking happens
packersdudejas: hoping to negate my first 8...
packersdudejas: BUT NAY
packersdudejas: its still twisted
bfr97: thats when you just rip the fucker open
packersdudejas: WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP MY WONDER LOAF SO GODDAMN SECURE???
packersdudejas: but i have the only dad who actually purchases those ties!
packersdudejas: they come on fucking everything!
packersdudejas: who needs to buy them?
bfr97: hahahaha
packersdudejas: they come on a package of solo cups!!!
bfr97: they come like 5 to every one garbage bag
packersdudejas: to preserve their plasticy freshness
one of my rants today...
CA life is just not DC life. i dont know why i even try and compare them. but i am here...so CA people...we need to hang out.
until then my new Mp3 player will have to entertain me...and this video
MACS...
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i cant beleive i made it without killing him. The roomate to take the cake. He was hell's spawn i am sure. An idea of what kind of people i dealt with for the last 8 months...
if he is reading this, because i am choosing not to make this private, let it be known, Matthew Dibari, that you rank at the top as one of the most horrible human beings i have ever met. Your incomprehension of other's feelings, and ignorance in all was attrocious. I have never met a lazier, most half-assed individual in all my life. I hope you have failed out of GWU, but even if you havent, i know you will fail at life. You have no admirable qualities, no desireable traits, and no future.
and thats what we call closure.
JOSH
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Engineering is alot to handle. It involves many science classes at any given time, computer programming, math, and lots of other crap. All of us are bogged down over here in the Engineering School. I fear i will lose friends due to low retention rates. Hell i just hope my GPA is high enough to stay here. but amidst all this crap...we must see humor in all of our work. i found this online...
The following is an actual question given on University of IOWA chemistry mid-term.
The answer was so "profound" that the professor shared it with his colleagues, which is why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools off when it expands and heats up when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Ms. Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and taking into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure Hell is exothermic and will not freeze.
The student received the only "A" given.
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Hey, Hey
Did you ever think
There might be another way
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today
Oh no-
If you never want to have
To turn and go away
You might feel better,
Might feel better if you stay
Yeah yeah
I bet you haven't heard
A word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough
Of all your tryin'
Just give up
The state of mind you're in…
If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind...
Hey hey-
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining- just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no- take it all in
The world's a show
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow
Hey hey-
what ya say
We both go and seize the day
'cause what's your hurry
what's your hurry anyway
This is one of those songs that teaches a lesson with a good beat. I always fail to realize the power of new perspective and life outlook. You dont have to change who you are, you have to change how that you is projected. Confidence often eludes me. Idk why. I am not that bad of a guy :) i realize that keeping positive and being confident is my way to get what i want in the world. I have a specific case in mind, but it hasnt happened yet, so i will speak of it no more. I am just ready to pick back up and keep going with my life. Got way too much on my plate not to have some people to share it with.
"Life is a banquet, and most poor sonsofbitches are starving to death"
-Auntie Mame
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