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Wednesday December 12, 2001 |
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Tuesday Decemeber 11th. Awesome.
I'm smiling like a dumb fuck. Even though I've got a final trend report due tommorrow, and 2 finals. Nothing can wipe this smile from my face.
:)
eh. this might be the full decemeber update. I just haven't had time for long stories. boo. If anything happens in the next 3 days, it'll be here. Maybe.
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Wednesday November 14, 2001 |
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So many stories to tell. So many stories I'm not going to tell.
Here's some art I did about 30 minutes ago. desktop.jpg.
I already did my Nov update. I'm just here to show off my art.
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Saturday November 3, 2001 |
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There are web pages that need updating!
Let's talk about friday.
Er. Let me talk about my friday.
Woke up at 12. Caught bus at 12:30.
On the stop after mines (right over the hill), this guy gets on. not just any guy. This guy is one of those fags I hate. in general i hate. He's in my english class, and might be in my bowling class too (dunno. I thought i saw him, but I bowl on the right lanes, he's over on the left).
The nigger is always blurting out retarded stuff in my english class. He's one of those fags who will make gay points in class trying to upshow the rest of the class. (ew. My box feels like shit right now. Icq has crashed twice, and kazaa is downloading Anti-Trust(DIE CHINK))
Case example (much gayer in person then when I write it):: We had to read an annual report from an investment company. Now the whole basis of reading that report was so we could discuss how it's a bad letter and would cause us investors to now want to invest with him. So while all the rest of the class makes comments along those lines, dichead raises his hand and says something like "Actually ... .. .. I Would .. . .. put my money in a .. . . ...... .. company like this because .... . ." and on and on. all those periods represent pauses in his speaking pattern that make him even gayer. After each of his gay statements, he stares at the teacher for an 1/8 a second, then searches the class for any type of approval. I mean it too. I know I do it, but it's a casual look around for other's reactions. This nigger says something he knows will set the crowd off, and then looks around all smug like he's cool shit now because he went against his peers.
So on thursday, the feasibility study memo was due. I hacked it out at 3AM that morning. Our teacher decided to read all of our ideas of what we were going to do to the class. I don't know why or what it was going to accomplish, but she decided to. So she reads off His.
teacher:"Antony is doing. um. he is comparing the newer windows 98 to windowx um.. "
anthony : "It is ... . . .. Comparing the newer Windows Xp vs the older Windows 2000/Me/98"
teacher : "ok".
See. That does it for me. that is so lame. That is the absolute worst idea anybody could have. I bet that dumbfuck stayed up all night trying to think of THAT IMPRESSIVE IDEA. what's next? ps2 vs xbox vs gamecube? good idea dick head.
After she reads it, he gives the glance of approval around the room. I'm on the opposite side of the room as him, so i get the last of the glance. And I'm smiling like a dumbfuck with his finger up his ass. I can't help but smile when somebody puts win2k in the same cat as 98 and ME. that's like dos and windows. mac X and Max 9.
He looks away. He knows I own him. He knows he's no match for my ownage. Sure I don't say shit remarks in class, but I know i've got dipshit here.
Teacher:"Robert is doing.... (laughs)"
Robert :"eh. funny?"
Teacher:"Robert is doing ... . ." she goes on and reads the first paragraph of my feasibility study nearly word for word.
Teacher:"This is really interesting. I am really interested in seeing this report."
yeah cock suckers. nigger dumbshit is glancing at me. Looking stupid as ever. I don't bother signaling that I completely own him. He knows I own him. haha.
Anyway, back to friday. I don't look at the dumbass on the bus. I break out my newspaper and just read. Fuel concert article?
Fuel Concert : When I first heard about it from Ut, I said sure. Then I said no. Fuel? Saliva? 3rd unknown band? for $25? ewww. I went to no mode, and dropped $15 on Bill Maher instead. ha
There was an article on the fuel concert in the paper. I read. And it was so gay. The california aggie is so biased now. It's horrible. "The 3rd band was good. The show was good until the 2nd band, Saliva showed up. Saliva tried to put their political views on to the crowd with anti-bin laden messages" Then they say the same about Fuel doing that too. And then they say that made the concert suck. WHAT? What the fuck is wrong with you? you want them to just sing a bunch of songs and go on with their lives? hell no. They have a chance to make an impression on us; To prove they're more than just idiots who sing songs and make a lot of cash. They're doing the same thing your gay newspaper is doing. If they suck the cock, you suck the horse cock.
The bus ride is over, and I jet to work. I get there and do some coding blah blah blah, then I get to talking with my boss. She tells me someting someting blah blah, her daughter is going to turn 21 soon. She just got a job doing data entry and they don't answer teh phoen anymore because the collections agencies are looking for her. blah blah. She still lives at home. blah blah. The nshe jokingly asks if I want to meet a nice girl. (yeah, because I'm such a success having a 2.X GPA and a 12/hour job)haha.
then it hits me. When I get to be around my bosses age, I (hopefully) will have a kid aroudn my age. my boss (i think) has been a coder for ever. And the hours a day for coding are not pretty. She goes home at like 6 - 7- 8 at night sometimes. Which means no time with their kids. And then bam. your kids are 21, still living at home, overcharging their credit cards. And I'll be at work coding. How is this job and kids thing suppose to work? ewww
I take off from work, and go meet datafox to get something to eat. We go over to the tecate grill. When we're done eating, the Crazy Guy comes in. I'm surprised. But then I notice he's with his mom. Which then makes me feel it again. Compassion.
All the jokes I made of him before. I take back now. He has a mental disability. It's unfair for me to make fun of that. Before when I thought he was just an insane idiot who talked to himself, I joked about him a lot. But now. Ugh.
Me And Datafox waited in line for Politically Incorrect, where we witnessed gayness in the form of butting in line. Not that it really mattered, but that is still so gay.
Insert some story about Flaming Gay Singing man here. Insert Joke about me losing my voice because I had cock in my mouth.
And in the most surprising of occurances, Bill Maher was funny. I don't remember much of the monologue, but he said "fucking a sheep" and that's good for a laugh any time of the day.
The panel sucked. he had 2 ho's (1 islamic, 1 blond) who just kept talking and talking. I wanted to give them the whole "shut up bitch" yell a thon, but that's not right. The ho line sitting behind me and datafox were annoying too. They were agreeing with the 2 hos on stage. EWWW. That's the worst thing you can possibly do.
but all is redeemed in the world. Bill Maher laid his foot ball and spent the whole time dissing them like the dumb hors they are. Everything they said, he had the counter-arguement. Most of the time, I was like "YEAH BITCH! SHUT YO YAPPER!" But They just kept fucking talking, and Bill Maher had to stick his cock back in their mouth every fucking time. But Bill Maher is cheating. he's been discussing this topic with everybody the last 2 - 3 -4 weeks. He's heard every point already, so he's had time to think of a counter. sweet. be prepared.
None of the conversation really sticks in my head right now, but I'll post the good ones that come to me tommorrow.
Then all the Q&A people dissed the ho's too. hahah. that was funny. "hi bill. so and so organization wants to do an interview with you and we've been trying to contact ..." crowd "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" "Hi Bill. I'm Lee WeiIDSINSSsserman and I'm running for ASUCD senate this..." crowd "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" hahahahah. dumb asses. don't you know any better?
I watched Anti-trust. What I've learned, "DON"T TRUST THE HOS! ESPECIALLY THE HOS WITH LIKE 4 LINES OF DIALOGUE!"
day over!
gnarly!
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Friday October 19, 2001 |
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Getting it out of the way before I forget.
Today's funny subject title : A day to forget.
Work :: Didn't forget anything. OR SO IT SEEMED!
After Work I took off for my English Class. Before it started, I broke out my Lab that was due later that day and drew in some circuits that I didn't do the night before. As I went to put it back, I noticed my ece folder wasn't there. eh. I figured, I got my lab, doesn't matter.
My heart starts pounding on my way to English Class. No idea why. I figure it's because something drastic is going to happen. eh.
In English Class, my teacher passes back the memo's that we turned in last tuesday. but uh. I forgot to turn it in. see, she said at the beginning of the class to just hold on to them. I guess I missed it at the end when she said to turn them in. Luckilly, she somewhat knows who I am and thought she just misplaced it. bam. lucky me.
I make my way to my how things work class. Turns out the teacher isn't there, but a friend of his is to take his place for today. I open up my bag and think of what I'm suppose to do. hmm. oh yeah. Pre-Lab for lab later today. HA. guess what. That was in my ece folder. i walk out on the guys lecture about Light or the sun or something unimportant.
I figure I left that damn folder at home since I don't remember seeing it all day. I do recall putting it in my bag the night before, but for some reason, I'm compelled to go home and look for it there.
I snag the bus, and make it home at 5:18. My plan is to grab my folder, catch the bus, do prelab on bus, go to engineering, do prelab while IBM talks, eat their pizza, go to lab. sounds good right?
problem : my folder isn't at home either. wtf. where the hell could it be?
Last option. Work. I guess I must have taken it out when I was printing my lab. but of course, it's already 5:30. They close the doors at 5:00pm. I'm screwed. Or Maybe I'm just magically delicious. shit monkeys.
I eat a fortune cookie (serious) and catch the bus back. Fearing the worst, I start work on a prelab from scratch while waiting and then on the bus. 1/2 way through the bus ride, some girl nearly falls on to me and if I had been writing my lab rather than thinking about what to write, I could've messed up umm. er. my name and title of the lab could've been screwed up.
I take off 2x speed on foot to work. I work over at Surge II now, which is just about as far away as you can possibly get from the bus stop. On my way, I walk past somebody giving somebody else directions. I just keep chugging along. And then in the corner of my eye, I notice that the person giving the directions was none other than this really cool girl I just met a week ago. (econ major wanting to switch to CS! holy monkey?!) I hadn't talked to her since, and right then would've been a great time . But I'm in a rush, so I keep hauling ass. I hope she didn't see me / recognize me going 2x. I mean, what am I going to tell her? "I had to haul ass in hope that somehow someway I can find an unlocked door to a workplace that has millions of dollars worth of equipment?" man. I don't look back and just haul ass.
I make it up to the front door of the office and pull door left. nope. locked. I pull door right. nope. locked. I peer inside. I see nothing. Knock knock knock knock. peer. peer. what. I SEE MOVEMENT. somebody who I have seen before(yes i know her name damnit) opens the door. I explain to her my situation, she says I'm lucky. I say I'm really lucky. I'm glad I was introduced to her or she wouldn't have let me in. I make my way to the cubicle, and my boss is still there. I tell her the situation and she says to knock on the back door. There are usually people there she says. I check the desk, and woohooooo tucked inside the binder I keep all the emails in IS MY ECE FOLDER! i say bye (lisa will be gone tommorrow, all next week, and the monday after. I own this cubicle biotch!)
I make my way to the IBM event and see 0 pizza. So, like any good student, I walk away and start my prelab. bam. done. in 10 minutes. because I copied Ut's. haha.
I go back to the IBM event, and shit. from 2 rooms away I smell PIZZA. and then, I noticed 5 mile line. blah. I take off and hit the silo for some food. I get a pizza and a drink and scarf that shit down. (datafox reminds me later today that Today was the start of the xbox @ tacobell contest. I am so stupid.)
I hit up the lab room, and get started on my stuff. Why wait for the TA to grade my prelab? I got shit to do. I draw up the ENTIRE first circuit schematic before the TA finally reaches me. Guesss what. sorry, Robert, you lose. you did it 100% wrong. doh. I'm missing Survivor3 for this?
2 hours later, I finish the new schematic for my prelab. I tell the TA and he's forgotten already my situation. thanks mother fucker. 25/30 on it. bitch. bitch. terrorist bitch. i don't even know if my new schematics are correct either.
by 11pm, I have the 1st circuit working on the computer. I am damn happy. Then I realize, lab is almost over, and I ONLY have the 1st circuit running. great. I'm going in tommorrow I guess.
There was a gay guy and a korean chick that were at the labs too. I wasn't ease dropping, but I did over hear my name a couple times. Like "Robert is funny." Of course, the robert they're referring to can no way be me. Because I have no idea who they are. And I don't think they know who the hell I am.
So I'm on my way out, and THIS IS 100% REAL. The gay guy says this
"I'm gonna go home to Robert."
I pause for a split second, and then recreate the 2x speed I mastered earlier. When I got outside, I couldn't help but laugh. damn.
I caught the 42 line, and just like last week, I conversed with the bus driver. He's a cool guy. Last week I told him about my "thank god we're using those bombs our tax money paid for" rant. This week we discussed school. I told him I don't appreciate the education I'm getting. He said he'd like to go back. He has a wife and kid. and he's a busdriver. he'd like to do something that would challenge his brain. Take a couple classes here and there. I could only agree.
I'm getting educated. I don't have a wife. I don't have a kid. My life is still a long way from ending. All of today. Everything from today, isn't going to matter in the future. Maybe I'll have a wife. Maybe I'll have a kid. Maybe I'll be educated. And maybe the significance of it all is really just 2 words? Maybe?
Thanks busdriver.
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Sunday September 30, 2001 |
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thought you could go a whole month without me updating? ha. biotch.
I started my new job last week. Unlike last time, I'm really just working with 1 person, my boss Lisa. She's cool I guess. She over explains things a lot. And when people do that, I tend to drift off and forget everything. She listen's to altrock(soft), which is ok when she listens to 3eb, but crap when she listens to the new Train album.
My first project was to write some kind of question updating thing. She showed me some old code students used to write, and I used that as a basis for what my code should do. So yesterday, she asks me how everything is going (I don't tell her anything. I just do my stuff until she brings it up. i rock) and i tell her i can't test my cfm. And she's like wtf are you talking about. so i show her, and she says wtf. So i say, the old stuff you showed me does the same gayness. SO she fixes it and laughs and tells me i should've told her earlier and that I probably thought she was Insane(yep).
I'm eating a Enchilada TV DInner. EWWW.
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Friday August 31, 2001 |
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If I did this 1 day later, i'd get my post for september out of the way. But i'm positive shit will happpen in sept that will get me to blow up more than once over here. bah.
SO anyway, I'm still owed money by a gay fag. And now, not only am I owed money, but I've got battle scars.
I think about it all the time. How gay he is. How he owes me money. THings I'll do to him later. Things I should've done. THE TIME I LET HIM BORROW A BUCK. I can't sleep at night because of all the diablo-itic (d2 is cool) things I think of. The way conversations will go. And thousands and thousands of conversations I think I'll have. Different ways to write the many many emails I've sent. ah. ahh.
tactic 1 :: (I've told ut about it. I think this one is one of my best. ) If I see him the cs labs talking to anybody, I walk up, and tell them that perk1n has been caught cheating twice and will cheat again if you give him the chance. Then I email the professor through various annoymizing email tactics to check his work.
tactic 2 :: hacking. I'm bad at it now. But here's a start. The password to his cs account used to be "microsoft". seriously. not anymore, but damn, if he's going to choose shit like microsoft, the next one is going to be gay like cisco or something.
I'm trying to write some of this stuff out to relieve stress. I hope it will let me sleep easier. Or sleep earlier. I woke up at 9:30am today. But I doubt i'll actually fall asleep until 6. maybe later. I hate this.
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Tuesday August 2nd, 2001 |
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Let's see here. stuff.
my mom said I was sleepwalking monday night/tuesday morning. I got up, looked at the floor and said "too many things. too many things" and went back to sleep.
I don't remember it. But I believe it. Went I went to LA, my dad said I also got up and said something and went back to sleep.
weird me.
I broke my gun by copying psymon. That's here just for the recordbooks. in case i ever forget.
I'm sucking big time at cs now. I don't know if it's the competition, the ping, the luck, or the plain bad aim. But it's really bad now.
Ducking a lot sucks. I am now a ducking freak. Anytime, anywhere, i hit x and duck immediatly. It doesn't help. I die. the opponent doesn't. I think my problem lies in the ducking. I've been led to believe your aim is improved when you're ducking. And it sure as hell seems like it.
But i've been playing quake for who knows how long. And ducking = worthless. In quake, a guy ducking/standing still is dead. No question. you stay still, you're already dead. I've learned to move and shoot. he's there. I'm here. He's going that way. So i shoot the rocket that way + 1.
But counter-strike hates me. I don't even bother to try that. You need to sit still and fire. Anything else, and you're praying you hit the guy behind him.
You'd think that 2-3-4 months of playing this damn game, and i'd be able to hold 'x', and use my mouse to point and click by now. But it's not in me.
Next time I play, I will rambo. I will quake style it. I will disable my x key. And if i lose, fuck it. My skillz are better used at pacman anyway.
I'm playing phantasy star 4 right now. yep. phantasy star. The game that is practically final fantasy. But for no good reason, I like this game. I think it's because I can talk to myself and I can tell myself where I should be going. Smart.
bam!
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Monday July 23, 2001 |
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Alright. 3 days in la. 1 day in sf. and a day to sleep afterwards.
In La we got jacked big time. The tv had about 0 cable channels. thanks you bastards. It did have hbo though, so I got to see Sex and the city. All that critical rave doesn't make any sense to me. If anything, it's because the damn show has 0 commercials. The rest of it is ok. I'd rather watch a senifeld or simpsons rerun.
Also on HBO, I saw "the whole 9 yards " with bruce willis, matthew perry, and my favorite, amanda peet. good movie. nice movie. good movie.
I went to the VANS skate park in the ontario mills mall. I was expecting to see at least 1 person doing something cool in there. but it ended up being a bunch of 13 year olds going back and forth on the half pipe. WOW.
don't remember anything else about LA right now other than the wacked traffic and the bunches of lakers f(l)ags i saw. blah.
on saturday, my mom joked to me that the wedding we were going to was a million dollar wedding. and no shit. it was. The whole thing was sponsored by circus circus reno ( I have no idea.) so all the nice shit was thrown out. I forget what church it was, but it was huge. therefore cool. They actually threw doves out after the wedding. holy monkey crap.
at the reception, one of the bridesmaids gave a toast. Her 1st language was portuguese, and not english, so her wacked out accent made it sound like she was saying "Gina", instead of the bride's name "Dina". haha.
and there was some other stuff that I can't remember. whatever.
August!
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Monday July 16, 2001 |
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holy crap. july's 1/2 gone, and still no cash. what the fuck.
BAM BAM BAM. datafox is grabbing opera mod and front line force mod for half-life. Hopefully those 2 suckers will be cheat free (haha. yeah right), and fun to play. opera looks damn cool.
THe problem is that we're going to have to find a l33t server to play on. I think one of the best parts of playing at solostrike is that you can develop rivalries with people who are also constantly on the server. Killing a camping gay fucker is that much better when you know (or at least recognize) them. Jumping from server to server kills part of the fun. ROcket arena 3 was fun in concept, but I didn't have a home server to play on. Everytime I played there were new people to kill. killing joe nobody is a waste of time.
Anyway, I'm going down to Los Angeles tommorrow morning for 3 days. Now you may ask, why would I be going down to LA? What could I possibly do in LA?
NOW WHY WOULD I REVEAL SUCH INFORMATION TO YOU?
later!
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