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Somewhat down tonight. $hitty day, basically. Lots of bad crap happened. I don't really want to go into it, I just wish I could quit thinking about it and go to sleep. It was a rollercoaster though. Had its highs and lows. Oh well. Whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
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Once again, boredom spawns some strange stuff.
Dreamscape
I enter my dreamscape,
My world, my reality escape.
To darkness, I slip away,
Only to return the next day.
Shapes change, colors flow,
But it all makes sense though,
During the time I dream,
As real as my thoughts seem.
As I wake up, my dreams fade.
Reality returns, thoughts are made.
Across my eyes, sun rays drape.
Reluctantly, I exit my dreamscape.
Horserace
the buzzers zing,
as the gates swing
open, hooves thundering,
two hearts beating
as one, spurring
onward, sprinting,
snorting, saliva spraying,
leader to the finish is moving,
champions celebrating.
Jelly Roll
Up your hole with a jelly roll,
Straight to the heart of your soul.
Love knows no time nor place,
Nor the flowers in the vase.
All it know is if it's true,
Since it bears its fruit when its due.
Like I said, my English class (and now my Philosophy class as well) bores me. I can't sit still in there unless I do something. So this is what I do. Enjoy them.
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My chem lab was awesome today, Supposed to last 3 hours, but it took about 45 minutes. Yay! Calc III was on TV today, I fell asleep, woke up with a sore and tingling arm.
I guess I'm being all creative lately. What the hell?
I'm Gone
I panic. I open the door frantically, forgetting to close it. I start walking towards the crowd, but end up I sprinting for quite a distance, oddly unhampered by asthma. I feel no pain in my feet, my heart isn't thundering. But I am running. Running towards the crowd. Towards the green grass. Towards the dark, putrid green tent covering the crowd. Towards the sniffling, towards the droning. I panic, but my heart doesn't pick up its pace. My breathing isn't shallow or fast. Still I sprint. I sprint on. The grass flows by, finally, I reach the crowd. I call out, but there's no answer. I am ignored. I scream, but no one hears or cares. No one. All alone. I realize that these people are familiar somehow. I recognize them from another time and place, maybe another life. I stand in back, watching the crowd. They sniffle, they wipe their eyes. Why, I wonder. I try to push through the back of the crowd, but my hands have no force. I cannot budge them. I cannot move them. My own feet and hands become leaden. It seems like time is running out. I panic again. Still, no elevated heart rate and the asthma doesn't hit. I glide around the crowd, reaching the back of the speaker. There are flowers and a large box. I cannot smell the flowers, but I know they have an attractive aroma. Why? I go to touch them, but my hand seems to have no tactile capability. The voice begins to fade out, I realize I can no longer tell if I'm breathing or not. My senses are failing me. Time is short, I can feel it, but I don't know why. I will my legs forward, I peer into the box. Darkness is creeping into the edges of my vision. Fuzziness. Color deteriorates to black and white. I try to focus on the contents of the box, but I struggle. I finally realize that it is a mirror, but not quite. My vision fails, darkness envelopes me. I'm gone. I knew it.
You guys probably think I'm weird now. Well, you knew I was weird before, but now, you probably think I've lost it. LOL. Oh well. I think I'm sane, but that's what they all say.
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I added a new picture too. Sad, sad picture, but I forgot to take my camera to the speech last night. Goddamnit.
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Well, I got tired of doing Calc homework, so I started searching the Internet for some funny stuff. I found some quotes about religion (and you all know my views on religion...).
"Heaven is an American salary, a Chinese cook, an English house, and a Japanese wife. Hell is defined as having a Chinese salary, an English cook, a Japanese house, and an American wife."
-James H. Kabbler III.
"When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off."
-Stephen King.
"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"
-Woody Allen.
"If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex?"
-Art Hoppe.
"My mother said to me, "If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope." Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso."
-Pablo Picasso.
"I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy next to me."
-Woody Allen.
"A good sermon should be like a woman's skirt: short enough to arouse interest but long enough to cover the essentials."
-Ronald Knox.
"Not only is there no God, but you try getting a plumber at weekends."
-Woody Allen.
"As God once said, and I think rightly..."
-Margaret Thatcher.
"Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn."
-Fulton Sheen.
"If there is no Hell, a good many preachers are obtaining money under false pretences."
-William Sunday.
"I admire the Pope. I have a lot of respect for anyone who can tour without an album."
-Rita Rudner.
"Thank God I'm an atheist."
-Luis Bunuel.
"The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it, if you could get a match, was as good a smoke as I ever tasted."
-Brendan Behan.
"In the begining there was nothing and God said 'Let there be light', and there was still nothing but everybody could see it."
-Dave Thomas.
"Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable."
-HG Wells.
"If absolute power corrupts absolutely, where does that leave God?"
-George Deacon.
"I don't believe in the after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear."
-Woody Allen.
"When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn't work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me."
-Emo Philips.
"When I told the people of Northern Ireland that I was an atheist, a woman in the audience stood up and said, 'Yes, but is it the God of the Catholics or the God of the Protestants in whom you don't believe?"
-Quentin Crisp.
"When I am dead, I hope it may be said: 'His sins were scarlet but his books were read."
-Hillaire Belloc.
"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'."
-Charlie Brown.
"Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches."
-Jim Carrey.
"Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life."
-Terry Pratchett.
"When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself."
-Peter O'Toole.
"They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days."
-Garrison Kielor.
"It was God who made me so beautiful. If I weren't, then I'd be a teacher."
-Linda Evangelista.
"Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that but not with all those flies and death and stuff."
-Mariah Carey.
"The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending, then having the two as close together as possible."
-George Burns.
"I would have made a good Pope."
-Richard Nixon.
"I was raised in the Jewish tradition, taught never to marry a Gentile woman, shave on a Saturday night and, most especially, never to shave a Gentile woman on a Saturday night."
-Woody Allen.
"God is love, but get it in writing."
-Gypsy Rose Lee.
"I don't pray because I don't want to bore God."
-Orson Welles.
"As the post said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on."
-Woody Allen.
"I have four children which is not bad considering I'm not a Catholic."
-Peter Ustinov.
"I hear Glenn Hoddle has found God. That must have been one hell of a pass."
-Bob Davies.
"And God said, 'Let there be light' and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected."
-Spike Milligan.
"No mention of God. They keep Him up their sleeves for as long as they can, vicars do. They know it puts people off."
-Alan Bennett.
"I'm Jewish. I don't work out. If God had wanted us to bend over, He would have put diamonds on the floor."
-Joan Rivers.
"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably diserable."
-Mark Twain.
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I went to a different restaurant in town. Got a taco salad that must have weighed at least 2 pounds. I almost finished it too. Damn. Then I was barely able to walk. We then went to see Jesse Jackson. Ah yes, the great reverend himself. Yes, it's true, ISU was able to get Jesse Jackson. He actually gave a good speech, and I agreed with some of his points. I respect his speaking ability too. But I do wish he would have followed the theme of the week here at ISU. It's Human Rights Week, not Black Rights Week, like his speech made it out to be. I understand that's his viewpoint and that he's more interested and concerned in that, but still, he could speak of human rights in general. People are suffering all over the world right now and he's hung up on slavery that happened 150 years ago. I mean, I feel for the slaves of that time, but holy crap, they are long dead. How about the people that are suffering in the present tense? Oh well.
Guess what? I think I probably sound like a broken record, but it snowed again here today. Just another dusting and today was much warmer, but it still snowed.
How is the food at all your respective colleges? Mine is getting progressively worse. Breakfast is the same every day and sadly, it's usually the best meal. Dinner usually blows anymore. That's why we ate out tonight, there was going to be a premium night, but this one would have sucked ass.
F*ck, I hate homework. My Calc III teacher is loading it on, as well as English and Philosophy. Goddamnit. I don't mind class that much, but I hate homework.
I got bored when I was in English today, so here's a weird little poem I wrote.
Ride On
Waves in, waves out.
Change, no doubt.
Consistent? No,
But constant flow.
Green and blue,
Human signs few.
Soft smooth sand,
White, black, and
Wet and dry.
Pelicans fly.
Water crashing,
Sunlight flashing.
Caressing wind,
Seas can mend.
Adrenaline, the ride,
No time to bide.
Eh. Whatever. Maybe my English class helps my creativity, but not because the teacher assigns the stuff. I just keep getting bored in class and writing stuff down.
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I went to Idaho Falls today. It's about 40 minutes from Pocatello. Nice little drive, except for the 40-50 mph winds. Eh, oh well. Katie had some gift certificates for a couple places. I bought
The Stand, by Stephen King. We'll see if I ever have time to read it. i hope so. I'd like to start reading again. I haven't read much since I've been in college and I've found that I miss it a lot.
Well, I have a chem test tomorrow at 10 AM. I hope I do well. This is stuff that I have only covered once, in Chem II. I'm a little worried, but at least I'm not scared to death of it like some classmates are. Haha.
Anyways, off to study.
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Why am I still awake? Oh right, the benefits of not having class until 7 PM the next day. Unfortunately, that class is Calc III and is fairly difficult.
Well, I think I may be screwed for my English class. I can't find Sparknotes, Novel Guide, Barron's, Pink Monkey, ClassicNotes, Cliff's, Max Notes or anything else for my novel.
Waverley, by Sir Walter Scott. I can't understand it and there's no online help. Goddamnit. I guess the psychotic professor did her research on that stuff.
Sadly, the heating is now on in my hall. There are only two controls for the heat on each floor and the room at the end of the hall controls the entire side. The guy in the room at the end of the hall is kind of like me and never used to turn it on (ah....paradise). Now he ended up with a roommate who likes the heat on a little and my RA hates the cold. Wuss. A little cold is good for ya, I think. Well, at least it keeps the pit stains to a minimum. I remember the good ole days of pit stains the size of Texas at lunch. Ugh. Gross stuff. And I do believe I wasn't alone in my sweat stains.....
I'm fairly excited. Not jumping up and down excited, but just happy and a little giddy. Yes, I think giddy may be the word I'm looking for here. This will be my first Valentine's Day when I actually have a special someone in my life. Yay! I always kind of dreaded it before (except for the chocolate and such), but it always made me feel lonely and rejected. I hated that. Now, it feels different. I no longer dread it and I know I won't feel alone. Yay for Valentine's Day, yay for love, yay for being happy!
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I got bored in my English class today. My teacher pulled a couple funny ones again. She walked in and picked up the chalk to start her lecture, then walked out saying "I need to take my medicine." She was gone for a minute and came back saying "Don't you hate it when you put a pill in your mouth and it starts to dissolve and it tastes bad, then you realize the drinking fountain doesn't work?" I laughed. I was the only one. LOL. And then in the middle of her lecture, she stopped, pulled out a hankerchief and wiped her tongue with it. WTF? HAHAHA. This lady is weird as hell.
Now, as I said before, I was bored in English. I just started writing something and this is what it turned into. Enjoy.
Her Eyes Are Confused
Some days her eyes are confused. Some times they're the crystal clear sky, startling blue and vibrant. Some times they're deep emeralds, ones with no imperfections. But occassionally, her eyes are confused. Some days. Not every day, but some days. Her eyes affected by all around her, taking in all that surrounds her, not only through vision but reflection as well. When the surroundings are confusing, her eyes are the ever-changing ocean, ranging from turquoise, calm seas to nicely-shaped emerald pipelines. But like the ocean, when her eyes are confused, they are constantly tumbling, flowing, ebbing between colors. And just like I love the ocean, I love her confused eyes.
That's all of that story or whatever you want to call it.
Snowed a tiny bit today. Now it has snowed at least a little for four straight days.
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Ugh.....9 AM classes suck ass. Damn. Don't want to go.....but I have a paper due, so I guess I better go say "Good Morning, Dr. Walter."
Anyways, nothing new here. Tired as hell this morning.
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Some friends and I went to an Indian casino last night. I lost 4 bucks. Oh well. One guy won 10 bucks playing video poker. I wish they would have had table games, but no, it's illegal. Goddamnit. I wanted to cheat and count cards. LOL.
In other news, it snowed. It snowed 3 inches in about half an hour. This was while we were on the road to the casino. Scary. Glad I wasn't driving. But anyhow, it ended up snowing about 10 inches. I added some pictures of the fresh snow. Enjoy them from your nice, warm California college. LOL. But don't get me wrong, I do love the cold.
Well, I need to end this because I need to write a paper for my psychotic English teacher. Damnit.
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I went to Lava Hot Springs last night with a few friends. Good times. It was friggin' freezing outside, but the water was boiling. LOL. No happy medium. My hair froze when I sat out of the water long enough. Three friends made snow angels. Oh lordy. I would not do that if my life depended on it. But it was still a lot of fun.
Katie floating in my arms, the steam gently curling off the water, obscuring my vision, eerie lights due to the steam, it all made it a special time and place. I loved it.
Now for some weirdness. My English professor, Dr. Walter, is one of the strangest people I have ever met (and I have to look at myself in the mirror every day). She makes you take off your hat in class. When she walks into the classroom, she always says "Good morning scholars." And she forces us (she actually told us to say it) to say "Good Morning" back to her. And the other day, she was writing on the board and giving a lecture, when she suddenly stopped and without saying a word, walked outside. She was gone for a couple minutes and when she came back she finished the lecture and the word she was writing. Then she turned to us and said, "Sorry, class. I had to go spit." LOL. WTF? What is wrong with this lady?
Anyways, I saw Shrek today. Good movie. Hahaha.
Buttloads of homework this weekend. Ugh.
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I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why
Don't know why I have to drive so fast
My car has nothing to prove
It's not new
But it'll do zero to sixty in five point two
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why
Can't be late, I leave in plenty of time
Shakin' hands with the clock
I can't stop
I'm on a roll and I'm ready to rock
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why
Oh, I hear a voice
That says I'm running behind
Better pick up my pace
It's a race and there ain't no room for someone in second place
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why
OK, that was a song by Alabama. It used to basically be the theme of my life. I lived a pretty fast, busy life. I now realize that a fast life sucks ass. I've found I prefer to take some things slowly and more thoughtfully. Huh. I guess this was just my epiphany of the day. I don't know what about this change, whether it's the slower and nicer lifestyle of Idaho or what. Maybe Katie helped. Not sure. But I do know I like it better.
I added a few new pictures of some snow and such. Check them out.
My Calc class was televised today. I answered a question through the microphone. I was scared $hitless for some reason. That is a little weird to hear your voice on a half-second delay coming through the speakers. LOL.
Yummy. Easy-Mac. Soup in a few minutes. I'm cramming myself right before bed, like I do every day. Hahaha.
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Well, I got the two Nickelback CD's I ordered. I used the money I got from getting rid of the S'More Maker that I won in the Christmas game thing we played. Bout time they came. Silver Side Up and The State. Listening to Silver Side Up right now. Sounds good to me.
My "wounds" from sledding are healing. My friend's side looks worse today, all bruised. You can the see the pic from right after the collision with the parking lot. It's posted above.
Check out the "Click Me Now" one too. Hahaha,. I like it.
Well, bedtime for little Rico.
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Today was great. Let's recap, shall we?
Started off with an awesome lunch at this place called New York Burrito. *Smacks lips.* Then Katie, the other friendly Katie (not the evil bitch Katie), Chris-Chris and I went sledding. We went to this field behind our dorm. Hahaha. There was a decently sized hill and we used a saucer, a laundry basket (more fun than it sounds), a shower curtain (from our shower, of course) and a sled someone gave us because they felt sorry for us and our ghetto sleds. Hahaha. Three people took pity on us and offered their sleds. Nope. We don't want them. We like ours. Hahaha. There were a few jumps too. Well, I went over a good one in the laundry basket and landed right on my tailbone, where I unfortunately have a bone spur. Motherf*cker, that hurt. I just rolled down the hill for awhile. I ate $hit a bunch of other times too, once I faceplanted and another time I messed up my right arm. The award for getting hurt goes to Chris-Chris though. More on that later.
After the sledding at the field, we decided to try some extreme stuff. We went down part of the huge hill behind our dorm. Oh God, I thought I was going to die. But no, I hit the huge snow embankment (the snow from the parking lot was pushed into a wall at the base of the hill) when riding the shower curtain. Ouch. Anyhow, the first two pictures are of this hill, one from where we sledded and the other from the parking lot looking up. The third and final picture is of Chris-Chris's side after the landing. He rode the saucer down and caught some major air (the bad one was the third and final run). Anyways, he flew about 8 feet and about 5 feet in the air to land on his side in the parking lot. Ouch!!!
We then ate dinner and played cards. Good times, good times.
Thankfully we had today off. I love holidays, freedom, no school, freedom, no responsibilities, freedom, no worries, freedom, not a care, and freedom. Did I mention freedom? I just like not having to do anything. I like not having to be a student for an extra day. It's great. I may be good at school, but that doesn't mean I love it.
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We (Katie, Alex, Charyl and I) went out to eat earlier this evening. Good Chinese food. Yummy. Then we went to see Along Came Polly. Pretty funny. If you like Ben Stiller, you'll like this one. Just as a useless piece of side information, it was 11 degrees when we left the theater. That is cold.
Reverend Jesse Jackson will be coming to ISU to speak on the 28th. I already got my ticket. I don't have to go, like some other poor suckers here (for their speech class), but I'm still going to go anyways.
Monday is a holiday. Yes! A lot of the people here are going skiing/snowboarding, but since I broke my arm, I can't go snowboarding or skiing. Don't call me a wuss.....you wouldn't want to go if you'd had surgery like I did (and I've already had enough surgeries as it is). So Katie, a couple other kids, and I will probably be going sledding. Eh, that's pretty damn fun as it is. Oh, and it's free. That's a good part.
Well, I swear I can hear my pillow calling my name. Didn't sleep much (or too well) last night, maybe I'll be out for awhile. One could hope. LOL. OK, bedtime.
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Finally, the weekend has arrived. And after only one week of class, I have homework. And quite a bit too. Damnit.
I saw "Radio" last night. That is one sad, but inspiring movie. I almost cried at one part.
It snowed a little on Thursday night. And the snow is piling up. Yay.
OK, I have nothing else. This one really sucked. Sorry to waste your time reading this one.
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OK, things seem to have been somewhat smoothed over today. Robert did write a couple nice apology letters and his behavior did change for the better. I still don't like the guy though. Oh well. Let's try to put that unpleasantness behind, shall we?
So my Calc III class may present a problem. Oh $hit. It's proving to be somewhat difficult. There is a lot of homework and the professor moves rapidly. Very rapidly. But I do like being back in math. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I know, I'm weird. Katie tells me that daily. Haha. Well, she's right.
If you've been reading this blog, you may have noticed the exceedingly low temperatures here. Holy Christ. I know I love the cold, but this even gets me. I had to put thermals on to go to my Calc class (runs from 7 to 8:40 PM). It gets down near zero at night and never above 32 during the day. Haha. Not complaining really though, because I do enjoy being able to see a real winter. Not that pansy crap California has to offer. And not trying to put down California here either, just making a comparison. Though I do like Idaho.
Anyways, I need to go do homework. I was just occupying time while I crammed my face.
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I am pissed off. Pretty royally pissed off. Feeling better now, but I was madder than I have ever been in my life earlier. Let me backtrack.
This guy Robert has been pissing me off for a while now. He is a pervert (worse than Ben ever thought of being), and all (and I mean ALL) he talks about is sex and such. Nothing interesting ever. Nothing else. He also wears on nerves because he loves to argue (thanks to his goddamn debate class). He likes to touch people too. Me, other guys, Katie. Bingo. There's why I am pissed. He has been tickling her, but not really tickling. More like grabbing and squeezing until it hurts. Sonuvabitch.
Anyways, after playing Mafia (the card game) in the lounge, we were walking down the hall to my room when Katie playfully tries to swat my butt with a shoe. I blocked it. Eh. It's just something we do. We screw around, have fun, stuff like that. Anyhow, another guy, TJ, kind of playfully got Katie back for me. That didn't bother me really. She chased him and didn't get him back. Well, Robert, being the total shithead he is, decided it would be appropriate and funny to run down the hall and smack Katie's butt as hard as he could. As hard as he could. Motherfucker. If you notice, that may be the first time I have typed "fuck" without editing the "u." So notice that I am thoroughly pissed off.
Well, that smack dropped Katie, brought tears out. I know Katie probably didn't want me to mention that, but I had to. I guess I just snapped. I believe I told that fuckhead something like this:
"DO NOT EVER TOUCH HER, DO NOT EVER TICKLE HER AGAIN." In response to his silence (during which, he showed no real signs of being sorry), I flipped out more. I think I told him that he "NEEDED TO BACK THE FUCK OFF AND HE WOULDN'T EVER BE WELCOME IN MY ROOM AGAIN."
Maybe I got the point across, maybe not. He's been an asshole and Katie has told him to quit tickling her before and I've told him that no one likes him touching them. So he had some warning.
I admit it. I hate Robert. I hate maybe a grand total of three people now. Mrs. Laycook, one that goes unmentioned, and now Robert. I don't like hating people. I may say that I "hate" someone, but I think most everybody knows it's just dislike. But "dislike" sounds funny, so we always say "hate." Well, I don't like hating. I hate that I hate people. But this fucker deserves it. But believe me, the whole "fight" and Katie being smacked episode took its toll on me. Emotional overload. I admit this too. I cried for a while after this whole fucked-up scene.
I'm sorry I lost my cool and I'm sorry I ruined a nice evening. But somethings have to be said.
Thank you Katie for hanging around with me. I can't tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. I don't like seeing people I love get hurt (emotionally or physically) and it hurts me too.
Anyways, I'm just wondering if you guys think I overreacted or what you would have done. Please, please leave something in the comments section. Thanks.
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I had my Calc III class today. Almost all guys. It's two days a week and one of those days, the professor lectures at Idaho Falls, and we see him via TV. Hahaha. We can talk into microphones to him. Weird. Oh yeah, and we covered 2 chapters today. Oh my. A little faster than high school. We'll see if I can do this or not.
Anyways, I'm tired and I need to do homework. Sorry this one died before I even had a chance to get going.
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Well, my first day back is over. Finally. I had four classes today. I fell asleep in Philosophy, was all alone in English, had some good times in Chem, and was bored again in Cell Bio. The teacher for Cell Bio is crazy. LOL. Anyways, I'm beat now. I don't know why. Just am tired right now as I type. I'm sure I'll be OK later though.
Funny story here:
Katie and I went to the On-Campus Bookstore for books and her thingy for her math class. Anyways, I had to ask the lady working there for help finding a book. While I was looking for it, she said that I should tell my wife to wait in line for me. HAHAHA. Jeez, we're all of 19 and 18 years old (me being the 18). Good God. I was stunned into silence, just wondering if I heard the old bag right.
Apparently, my parents and Katie's mom are worried about us eloping. Holy crap. I love her. No doubt about that. And it's mutual. But damn, we are young. I guess her mom worries that crazy, impulsive Rico is going to take her daughter away and my mom worries that the wonderful Katie is going to steal her little Rico from her. LOL. Marriage is a long way off and I don't think I want to be married until I have a job that I support myself with. Katie- we'll just keep the little part we know (about what we can imagine and can see in the future) to ourselves.
Well, I don't have a roommate. But I do have to pay for a single room this semester. Goddamnit. Oh well, I guess it's worth it. I do like having a single, not because I like to be alone, but being an only child has kind of done that to me. Just used to it, I guess.
Three new pics: the view from the top of the mountain where the Palm Springs Tram takes you, a weird black and white one when I was just screwing around, and the snow outside my dorm room.
Well, looks like I'm done screwing around in the computer lab now (by the way, I'm just screwing around on some new computers, they're pretty nice).
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Wow, it's been a whole week. A lot has happened since then.
Sunday-
Picked Katie up at the airport. Thought my heart was going to explode when I saw her coming down the escalators at Ontario Airport. Went to the golf range, ate dinner with the parents. Hung out with Graham.
Monday-
Picked lemons. Squeezed lemons. What a romantic and fun way to start the day.
Tuesday-
Eh. Can't really remember much from this day for some weird reason. Huh.
Wednesday-
Went to the beach. Saw Greg, walked on the O-side Pier. Spent the night. My favorite place ever: listening to the waves crash as you lay in a tent, the breeze making it gently sway from side to side.
Thursday-
Came home from the beach. Saw Cheaper by the Dozen. Good movie. Saw Brant at the theater. Weird, but true.
Friday-
Hung out with Kevin, my former roommate. Ate dinner with the whole family. Oh yeah, and I saw Joe and Edward.
We saw Ben, Andrew, Ethan, Jackie, and Alex's parents too at some time or another. Thanks to all you guys who took the time to meet Katie.
The drive home on Saturday wasn't bad for the first 11 hours, but the last couple sucked. We just wanted to get there. No real bad weather, just some fog. The snow here is about 15 inches on the ground, I think. No exaggeration either. Cold too. Yes, I admit it. I am cold. Hard to believe, I know.
Class starts tomorrow. This is going to suck. I don't know if I even have one class with people I know. Goddamnit. Oh well. And oh yeah, the Housing people are trying to stick me with a roommate. The guys in the hall that they want me to move in with are good guys and I wouldn't mind if I hadn't tasted the freedom of a single room.
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Katie arrives in a couple hours.
Last night was pretty fun. Got to hang out with basically all of the good ole Crew. Ah yes. Ben's sarcasm and "witty" comments. Haha. Been awhile without those. Alex didn't rip ass last night (that I know of), missed out on that (shucks *wink*). Jen was her quiet self. DJ was his normal good old self, finding out that Greg screened his call. Haha. Daniel broke with his reformed inner child and had some mild beverages. Patrick was Patrick. What else can you say? Jackie was USC and was proud of it. Greg and Erica- wish you guys could have stayed longer, but I was glad you guys stopped by. It was cool seeing Anthony (Furry) again, haven't seen him since graduation. Hadn't seen Lindsey (sp?) either. Meghan and Mike- same deal for them, hadn't seen them in forever. I think that covers about everyone. I hope I didn't forget too many. Sorry to those that I forgot. Anyways, hope you didn't mind reading these ramblings, just cool to see everyone back together.
My pops and I found 216 golf balls yesterday. Haha. Too bad my arms are scratched up now. Ugh.
Anyways, I have to get ready to go to the airport.
Out.
22 hours and counting.
Anywho, my dad and I think that we need more golf balls. So we're going golf ball hunting again tonight. I think my uncle may join up as well. We found 80 some odd before to add to our total of about 3000.
I guess most people are heading back to school this Sunday. Bastards. Haha. I have one more week, during which, Katie will be here. You guys are missing out.....
I've been cleaning my room for about 4 hours and it still looks like a war zone. Oh well.
Added three pictures finally. I just never got around to farting around with Imagestation because it takes so long on this lame home computer, but oh well. Had plenty of time today. Anyways, the first picture is of a sunset on one of the last few days in Idaho before Christmas break. The middle picture is of my Homer Simpsons houseshoes. Yes, they're called houseshoes. The third new one is of a sunset here in California. I told you guys that there have been some cool ones lately. The one the other night was kickass: red sky, white clouds, then the clouds went bright red. Pretty neat.....too bad I didn't have a camera, but I was ducking in and out of bushes looking for golf balls. LOL.
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TWO DAYS!!! (well, actually about 43 hours) Yay!
Out.
Still tired, so this will be short.
Been doing chores all day. Bored as hell.
I had a great New Year's. And by great, I mean it sucked. Well kind of. I fell asleep at 10. Haha. Didn't even wake up when Katie called me. Twice from her and once from one of her friends. And my cellphone was right next to my head. Damn. I was out cold. But sleep is still pretty fun, so I can't really complain.
I called Katie today. It was good to hear her voice again. Made me smile. And yay! She will be in town in 3 days. Sweet!
I guess my dad and I are going to go hunt golf balls tonight. Apparently, he's been losing them at an alarming rate. So he needs some more Pro V's (in case you don't know what that is: an extremely expensive golf ball, about 5 bucks per ball). Sigh. So we'll be running through the bushes and over the hills of some course this evening. Just another trespassing that has become so regular in my life. Haha. Oh well, there shouldn't be any dogs this evening, nor any fences.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
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