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The happy elmo post (for danny)... (kind of)

Well the sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It's a glorious day. I feel a little groggy in the morning. My whole head is surrounded in fuzz and filled with ache. It's pretty bad. I can't even see straight. But I endure and finish up my morning routine.

Then, it's on to breakfast. It's a brisk walk to the cafeteria but it's refreshing. I arrive and take a look around, decide against old french toast and instead opt for a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Now this should normally be a easy thing. But GOSH! I have to dig around, for like EVER! just find a bowl that hasn't been recently washed. All so that I don't have to drink WARM! milk.

That horrible event behind me, it's time for some O.J. And by O.J. I mean orange juice. A drink I have come to appreciate. So I stroll on over to the fountain that reads 100% juice. Which is also kinda funny cuz you can see the water mixing with the juice flavoring literally as it is entering your glass. But PEAS IN A POD! they ran out of the juice mix and all that's coming out is orange flavored water. Not the good cool-aid kind but the nasty should be orange juice kind. SOooo i'm forced to walk on over to the (sigh) OTHER side of the cafeteria. it's like a whole FREAKin' thirty second waste of time.

That life traumatizing ordeal is followed by finding my self a seat in front of the tv. It's always good to watch a little news and know whats going on. And then, JUST as i'm taking my second bite of the crunchy, munchy, chocolaty cocoa puffs, some PERSON! (if such a being is still entitled to that role) changes it to ESPN. FISH STICKS!!! now i'm gonna have to watch the 5 MILLIONTH! replay of Alex Rodriguez's interview. I mean c'mon!

So after barely surviving breakfast it needs to be done. The mile long trek, peregrination, or journey across campus. And what's my reward? Math 112 basic algebra. Knock, knock "hey it's me, basic algebra, just wanted to let you know your life still sucks"

After... I head back rather leisurly. today is tuesday after all. that means I don't have class for a few more hours.

The atruim is usually busy. The store, which is situated on the southern end of campus, contains the closest, and only, esspresso machine to near half the campus. The wait isn't so bad and the busy feels a little like pike place market. The hustle and bustle actually gives off a warm feeling. I grab my mocha and take a sip. The velvety drink carries away all the leftover toothpaste/orange jucie/ cocoa puff flavor and with it all the evil that existed seconds prior.

I exit the crowded store and i'm instantly covered in sunshine. I'm standing upon a large set of stairs the heat is moving from the warm drink into my cold hand. My other hand is sheltered in my pocket. At this moment, walking into the sun, into what feels like happyness, I feel alright.

Nada

I ain't got nothin'. I haven't had any deep thoughts. Nothing worth sharing. That leaves void of any thoughts with which I can entertain my family and the few friends who dare read my blog.

So what do you people want to hear? You people wouldn't respond with an answer. So I'm left... alone and in the dark... without a topic... without a purpose...

This blog has served to bring to light those thoughts that are usually found in the dark. Those found while I'm lying on my mattress unable to think, and yet unable to cease the unendable strings of thoughts that clog my mind.


Now... there are no thoughts. Just static and the darkened bleach white wall three inches from my face.


Just lying in bed. bored. What now? Why is it, sleep doesn't find me? Am I supposed to find sleep? I can hear my heartbeat. Upon noticing my heartbeat it quickens, so I try slowing my heart down.

Breathe in. Hold it. Slowly, release. The clock reads 1:47.

Then it begins. A sudden and loud thudding comes barreling through the thin walls. The evil from next-door. Or more appropriately the evil in me brought to the surface by the music next-door. It is almost impossible to love my neighbor at 1:48 in the morning when some crap Ludacris rap music is blaring in my ears.



My phone goes off at 8:50. It's late but I still feel tired. But time waits for no man so I get up. The day has started.

The quick update:

This current quarter has not been all that great. I could go on and complain but I honestly think that the problem is in my head. It has been so hard to focus in my classes, and when I'm in my room I can't care enough to do a good job on my homework. I don't really know the cause of my self induced problems but hopefully I can clear my head and get determined.


Beyond that I've been able to go to the rec center more this quarter than last quarter. I even tried swimming laps at the pool. It was embarrassing.

And that's it for now.

snow!

It feels so good to be home. Real food, Real toilet paper and real sleep. it is amazing.

I worked really hard finals week. I did the math (with my sister) and I put out about 45 hours on a single project (A nintendo ds case) in my engineering class during finals week. This does not include time spent on the project prior. It wouldn't really bother me except I had finals to study for and it was only a 3 credit class. The fruits of my labor are below. And a mouse trap car I drew in CATIA.

and after all that work I got a C in the class. why? i honestly have no idea. gets me a little mad

Otherwise I got a B in physics; a B- in art history (eastern asia); and A in Philosophy (intro to logic)

Long time no blog

This blog has no cohesive plot. Shards and fragments of ideas are merely vomitted onto my screen (for a lack of a better analagy). You may find that two consecutive sentences don't even relate to one another. Do not let poor grammer halt your mission. You must carry on. See this blog to end.














I'm currently in the middle of dead week. My tests shouldn't be to hard. I'm not worried.





My Thanksgiving break was awesome. Traffic wasn't to bad. I love going home. Two ply never felt sooooo good. I love seeing my family and friends. They are all to good to me.





Life here at Western is fun, but boring. I could tell you that today I got to sleep in til 8:00 but that wouldn't be exciting. I could tell you that there was enough frost on the gound today to make some bricks slippery and that my shoe came untied twice on my way back to my dorm; I could tell you that two days ago I went to dairy queen and shared a toast with Thomas Kempers; that yesterday for two and a half hours I played pool with Danny; that yesterday Danny felt like gambling and that I left the pool table one dollar and one quarter richer than when I started; that I'm on episode 17 of Lost; that I'm designing a waterproof DS lite case with a constant shell thickness of .100 inches or 2.54 mm, that's drop resistant, and will carry up to 4 game cartridges and hopefully the power cable; that next quarter i'm going to seattle to test a recumbant faired bicycle; that there's a Christmas party i'll be attending this friday; that I forgot my keys at my house and my wonderful mother shipped them to me; that I hung up Christmas lights in my dorm; that those Christmas lights convinced Danny to put up his Mojito Burrito poster; that sometimes I feel extremely rich, that sometimes I feel extremely broke; that sometimes I daydream I own an Aston Martin; that I had a dream Dan Neihl was at Western and had a girlfriend; that I'm mad that my Art history class had a whole day devoted to anime; that a few weeks ago I was geniounly scared that my printer was sentient; that I am no longer scared of my printer; that I really enjoy going to the rec center; that I can't get my bedsheet to stay on my bed; that yesterday there were two really old men playing ping pong by the pool tables, one asian one caucasian, that were scary good and reminded me of Danny playing Tomoki(my suitemate); that I think it would bore an audience to tears if I listed all the mundane things in my life; and that I'm on the verge of discovering a cure for the common cold; But that would be all to boring.

I can't wait to get back home.