although the weekend isn't over yet, i'm feeling rather smug..
you see, this weekend i've actually been somewhat productive with my time...
worry not, several moments were spent on time-wasting activities..
but i also completed several tasks on my to-do list...
aren't you proud of moi?

well, i think i found me..
she went and possessed a friend of mine..
and now my friend is in this 'blah' mood and she's cussing like a sailor..
(it doesn't help when she's got more catholic guilt than the pope)

how does one procure an exorcist...
i want me back, damnit...

i've got a statistics exam today..
the class is fairly easy and the instructor is actually one of those rare finds..
he likes to teach and he does it well..
but for some reason i'm not into doing well...
it's like part of me is wandering somewhere...
i don't mind going off like that...
but i wish she'd tell me where she's going..
or at the very least when she's coming back...

... .... ..... waiting for myself...

update: considering i wasn't entirely myself that day,
i didn't do so bad for a person who barely studied...
oh well, better than nothing

"shake things up...
shake up the world..."

- muhammad ali

happy new year...
it's the year of the monkey...

get out and get ur very own chimpinocchio..

hey!!!!
courtesy of ernie..
i read this...

this is based only on the article and ms. sweeney's e-mail...
people like sweeney are what i generally refer to as "head-up-ass"...
they only feign to know the material, but they haven't a clue how to teach..

it's like being a parent..
almost any male and female combo can produce a child..
(sounds like a fast food combo...haha.. oops, sidetracked)
but that doesn't make either of them a 'mom' or a 'dad'..

just cuz sweeney knows the material doesn't make her a teacher..
yes, kids today can be annoying little buggers, but they're kids...
(and this is coming from a person who isn't fond of children...
i find they're not so bad if i can just get past their incessant "i'm bored" chants)
i can only hope that young carl himself doesn't grow to be as uptight as sweeney...

(sidenote: i wasn't surprised when the point of origin was texas...
i've heard anal retentiveness is quite common there)

(disclaimer: if you're from texas and not a dumb-ass,
u're probably not white or not southern baptist or u're gay, take ur pick)

this little piggy

alright alright
2004 is here...i get it
it's strange.. it doesn't feel like a "new" year..
december 31st rolled over to january 1st,
and we still have the same shit from 2003 to clean up...
but i did something different this year..
i actually made some resolutions...
umm... i'd post them, if i could find them..
lemme get back to u on that... i swear, it's here somewhere..

ah ha! found it.
first, a correction is in order... it's resolution.
one resolution.
cut back on the procrastination..
u laugh... but i've gotten better over the years...
others are fat or addicted to crack..
i procrastinate

driving: seattle vs portland #1

when changing lanes, the blinker...

in portland means, 실례합니다~
and
in seattle means, 비켜!!!

what is it with kids today and this "i'm booOoored" business...
i admit, as a child, i was quite the lil' hellraiser,
please, correct me if i'm wrong,
but i don't recall being so rude...

eeeeyesss!!
i'm done!! *sniffle*
finals are over.
now that it's over and i'm contemplating on what to do next,
i've realized it's not a good thing,
becuz now i've got to do everything that i put off doing this past quarter.
and the circle of torture begins once again.
*throw my hands up* i give up!

what on bart's green earth...??

just when i've seen every trick in the book...
i bitch and whine about the instructor...
and irony violently shoves a toothpick in my eye...

...i got a 97..
(don't fret, that's only on a test...
i'll get an overall grade far less than that..)

perhaps i should b & w more often...

i won't say who,
but i've got an instructor who i'm very unhappy with..
and i know i'm not the only one who feels this way..
lesson plans are pretty much non-existant..
this person is mostly unprepared to answer students' questions..
frankly, why anyone even ask questions is beyond me,
halfway thru the so-called explanation, this person gets lost..
the "method" is to try 3 different methods before coming up with the right answer..
and then have next to no clue how one got there...
gives out 20 question exams to be done in less than 50 min,
which is not nearly enough time..

furthermore,
who does one have to sleep with to get a freakin parking spot around here?!?!?!
i'd have a better chance of winning the lottery...

don't bother me, it's red day.

holy swiss cheese batman!
it's snowing donkeys and camels!
lookin out my window, the weather has fast forwarded to christmas morning..
my dad is more excited than i am...
class is pretty much canceled..
and i'm going back to sleep.

oops, she's done it again..
sorry, but role model, she is not...

"...you know, people have to realize you're human just like anyone else and people have to give you a break a little," she said."

i think u have to have quite a lack of brain cells to muster up a collaboration of words such as that...
(somehow i doubt smoking and drinking alone could make a person void of intellect, then again, ya think she had brain matter to begin with?)
someone should get her this for christmas.. better yet, why wait? she should get one now..
i don't presume to have a strong grasp of this backwards language, but then again, i don't claim to be a role model either...

and furthermore, we don't have to do jack shit...

quick note:

according to the gematriculator, this site is 59% evil and 41% good...
furthermore, wwys says that my soul is worth about $19,028.26..
and that 72% of people have a purer soul than me...

ain't life grand?

anyone who knows me, knows that i'm a tv addict...
so i'm watching a re-run of "8 simple rules"..
it's the first episode without john ritter... with the funeral, etc.,
and it's one of the saddest moments i've known...

and it's not becuz the character played by ritter is gone..
it's the fact that we know ritter himself is gone forever...

whenever i felt kick-the-dirt-punch-the-wall-hide-in-my-closet mad, it was my dad that could always make me laugh..
what's more, he could make me laugh about whatever it was i was irately pissed about...
and in that same spirit... the comedy of john ritter had the same effect...

i guess what hit me was, someday he'll be gone too...
i just hope it's much later than sooner...

oh come now...
microsoft might as well put up a big-ass sign on their front lawn (and their lawn is huge) that reads: hackers beware!..
and if they ever catch these vigilantes they can mount their heads on shish kebab skewers and offer them at their next power luncheon....
(... ewww, totally makes me picture klingons devouring meat and blood..)

this whole stunt just reeks of bully-ism...
and keeps supporting the image that they'd rather shell out half a million than actually fix the problems..
they are all too aware of the flaws, but they choose to ignore them so they can sell it in their next upgrade or version at prices that make buying a whole new system with windows pre-installed more cost effective...

c'mon... the fact that u avoid fixing software issues... not because u can't, but for money, only fuels the fire for these virus artists.....
so don't blame them... blame ur greed for the green...

jeebus crisco...
it's *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*in' cold!!! (enter choice profanity)
usually i'll stand to walk across campus to get to the library
cuz i don't wanna move my car in fear of losing the parking spot...
but today was too damn cold and if u know me... too damn lazy...
so i moved my car..
then i didn't wanna get outta my car cuz the heater was on..
but then the heat quickly dissipated after i turned the engine off..
so basically, i was forced to remove my ass (along with my other body parts) outta my vehicle and scurry to the nearest building with heat..

look, all i'm saying is if it's going to get any colder than this,
it oughta snow...
cuz damn if i'm going to go thru this snippy weather for nothing..

complain, complain, complain..
yes, that's me...
so screw u.