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| Spannungsbogen Sunday 10.27.02 @ 8:25PM by Aaron |
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| Sasha's website has been haxassinated so read the glorious mockery while you can. I watched the first two Godfather movies in the last few days so I've been given to leveling cold, calculating stares at people and cursing in Italian. Yesterday somebody asked me for a lighter and instead of just saying okay I said, "When have I ever refused an accomodation?" Using Godfather catch-phrases is total glam. "Ya broke my heart." Face! No quotes for you. I've been too social lately to get into any wiggity conversations. I've got a couple new ones but that's like blowing cigarette smoke at a 2-pack a day addict. I studied with Mags this afternoon and we didn't get shit done. I read like 5 pages for German and accidentally did an assignment that's due next week. Psh. |
| Take Me In Dry the Rain Monday 10.21.02 @ 12:48AM by Aaron |
| This was an epic weekend. Monstrous. Best party of the semester was Friday at Mags. If I tried to recount all the interesting, twisted, ironic, profound, and fucking hilarious things that happenened since Friday, it'd be.... long. I will say a few things, such as that Jeff passed out in midsentence. Marce and I had to drag the kegs upstairs (our first experience with this) and I got to tap the keg and have the first drinks. I drank from the tapping at 8 til they floated at about 3 or 4. It was holyjesus fun. At first I was concerned it'd be a sausage fest but there were tons of ladies. I hate those nights where you could've gotten booty but were just too messed up/incoherently drunk to capitalize. Jay should empathize. I woke up in a foreign apartment at about 9 and trundled home soaking wet in the rain with Kramer, couldn't get to my email cos my internet was fuxed and therefore missed Ultimate practice. Price is gonna make me run a million laps. On Saturday Skizip had a party that most of us swore we wouldn't drink at after Friday, but wouldn't ya know it, we got tanked. It wasn't as big as Maggie's but it was still a good ol time. Me and Mo regulated at schwag ball. Nikki tried to make it to Austin this weekend but was apparently unsuccessful. Aaron sad. In the 90 seconds I talked to her on the phone I think she spewed forth over 2,000 words. She is hands down the busiest girl I know and I don't think she's even taking classes. I'm pretty sure I'll be dropping CS this week. I've had quite enough of this fucking bullshit so I'm chunking the deuce. I'll only be taking 9 hours so it's job time. This will actually be better than my current situation, that of not having any money and getting suicidal at the confusion induced by my CS class every Wednesday. Kramer, Mo, Nick and I saw Punch-Drunk Love Saturday before Skip's party. I highly recommend it; it's the same guy that did Magnolia and Adam Sandler is really very good. I was impressed. The latter part of the movie is especially gratifying and it was nice to actually understand a PT Anderson film. Update: Quotes - Heep big quotes Oh yeah, I made the ultimate team. Go me. I've gathered I had a better chance of making the A team than I thought, but the problem was probably my supposed lack of intensity for the game. Given that pretty much everyone on the team (including the rookies) is familiar with my recreational habits, I'm surprised they didn't attribute that to a simple personality characteristic rather than apathy. Eh, at least I won't have to train like a bloody SAS operative. A team people are crazy. I think it's fair to say Sarah has fipped out and won't be joining us anytime soon. I'm going to peruse the course schedule for a Women's Psychology or some such similar course. Winamp3 is pretty fucking cool but it a) takes too long to laod, b) makes you reload the playlist after closing the playlist editor and c) eats up too many system resources. My measly 600Mhz machine starts crying when I run winamp for too long. At Jay's recommendation I downloaded Beautiful Night by Burden Brothers, Todd Lewis's new band. I dig it. The lyrics also kickass. It might have been written about me. Bands like this remind me that I still like rock bands. God bless you Todd, you do humanity a great service. Time to go backstab some ho's in Starcraft with Kramer. I'll post some screenshots of our monstrous triumphs at some point. And oh yeah, I have to brag about my greatest Counter-Strike feat to date. I was the VIP on an escort map (as_oilrig) and both my remaining teammates died with four terrorists left. I killed one as he killed my last teammate then snuck around behind the big tower overlooking the whole upper deck of the rig and discovered two terrorists chilling on the very back of the structure. I shot both of them off and my last bullet killed the second guy, so all I had left was a knife and there was still a T left. I figured he was hiding in one of a few spots covering the helicopter by which the VIP escapes, so I jumped on a window ledge next to where he'd be, saw his barrel sticking out, jumped on him, stabbed him once, he started shooting and was hitting me, so I stabbed him again and killed him for the win. RAAAAAWR!! I have a screenshot but I don't wanna bother uploading it right now. I'll post it at some point. If you're in the northeast, invest in a good kevlar vest. |
| public static final String FUCK Thursday 10.10.02 @ 12:05AM by Aaron |
| I had a CS midterm today. I've never taken more than 90 minutes to finish any test in college so far, and this took me almost 2 & a half hours. People cry at these tests. It's like a war film. There wasn't anything I didn't answer at least intelligently, if not completely accurately.. I am not screwed! Update: QUOTES - Here, take 'em So I've owned all my tests so far, even the ones I thought I'd be getting D's on. I'm hoping to get A's in three of my classes but if I get a C in CS I'm gonna have the biggest post-semester happy binge since the filming of Animal House. If I don't get A's in my other classes it'll be from the imminent panic attacks brought on by cs. By December I'll only be able to speak in Java and binary. 010101101? 01! 01! We have ultimate tryouts again tomorrow. Time trials. Running. Fuck! All I want to do tomorrow is sit in the botanical gardens with either my penis or a good novel in my hand, not bust my ass with the intention of making the A team. No, not the frisbee A team, but the elite bunch of former special forces operatives dishing out vigilante justice from a minivan. Hwoaa! The newbies are looking solid this year so I have to really bust it out this year. Regulatieren! Ein Anruf bei deiner Mama ist teuer! I've been reading lots of Chuck Palahniuk lately, as if you couldn't tell from the frequency of Chuck quotes in my AIM info. It's pretty dark and I'm almost motivated to write more continuous and cohesive things, not just blurbs on a website or that no one will see. I like writing, but I can't bring myself to just bend over and take a liberal arts degree. Not with the job market in the spitoon. I can't envision sticking with CS all the way through either though... Well I guess this is growing up. Baah Na Naa Na Naa Buuh Na Naa Na Naa! I have to go "recover" from my exam and nurse my brain wounds with other survivors of similar experiences. Apparently everybody and their pet flying marsupial had a fucking test today. I know at least 10 people who are drunk as all get out as I type this. And now I'm reminded of the upsides to college, in the words of Mo, "Watching girls play volleyball in shorts is probably one of the most entertaining things besides being piss ass drunk on a Wednesday night." Well, it's Wednesday. Deuce. |
| I ChooChooChew My Chin Friday 10.04.02 @ 5:28PM by Aaron |
| The thing I hate most about CS is being forced to scrape by with B's and C's in my major classes because they still think that the industry is so fucking competitve and that the UT program should be so fucking elite that we have the least desirable GPA's in the nation unless we study 10 hours a day. I'm changing my goddamn major and taking a minor in CS. Fuck these guys. Everybody I know that's gone through the UT computer science program got completely burnt out by their 4th year and wished they'd studied something else. Nuts to these tardos.
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| Polymorphic Presbyterian Poonanni Palliteration Thursday 10.03.02 @ 3:55AM by Aaron |
| Jordan and I are those assholes you hated in Starcraft. We're reviving the old backstabbing routine and battle.net has never been more paranoid. We create games, kill the computers, build up, then annihilate our teammates. They usually don't even realize we're fighting cooperatively. Whoo man, I feel like I'm 16 again. So I went to Hachie last weekend. Holy Mo, so Hachieish. I hung out with Greg in Dallas and Jeff in Denton and it was pretty glam. Smokin' Cristal and drinking Turkish Golds. And Karen kept not calling me back all weekend. Typically, "I'll call you at 1" means 3:30 to a normal person. To Karen it apparently means soon after the earth crashes into the sun. Denton was a healthy reminder to be grateful I live and play in Austin. Oak Lawn was flattering but dubious as you might suspect if you're from Dallas. I don't have any new quotes for you. Not enough anyway. All this not being on my puter means less zany conversations. Mmhey. Trigger Happy TV is your new deity. I hate television! I was originally planning on moving the tv to the closet during the week but that was just a little way too much effort. Now I'm just gonna unplug it and maybe keep the remote at Maggie's house. That sounds like a good solution cos I'm fucking lazy. As fuck. Honestly. I've gotten better but earlier in the week I had trouble getting up for noon classes. I'm turning into Ron Livingston here. Doves. Oh good lord. Listen to this bloody band. I can't say anything more. No means of conveyance for that concert. Okay now it's late and I have to get up tomorrow. I'll have more shit soon. Deuce.. |
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