539

Now I have a headache. And my tummy hurts. Meh.

I feel like I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, besides the obvious. Of course I'll go to class tomorrow and the day after and what not. I'm talking about things I do now. I don't know why, but I feel like I could do so much more with what's around me.

I look at this blog, and there's plenty of things to talk about. But then I don't want to keep talking about myself. And I don't want to just write about sports, or just write about technology.

I can only talk about myself so many ways. Besides, the newest podcast will give all listeners a better perspective of who I am.

Eh, screw it. I give up.

538

I haven't even started on the editing for the latest podcast. I don't know if I will edit it. I might just leave it as is.

Ugh, most of yesterday sucked. I ended up punching a door and now I have some weird looking scrapes across my knuckles. Burned like hell last night. And in the shower this morning. I thought I might have broken a blood vessel like I did a couple of years ago. But nothing really formed.

Today is sucking also. I'm a bit bored and I don't know what to do. I want to build something, or put something together at least. I don't have any projects though. I guess I could clean my room. Eh, I dunno.

Song of the Moment: None

537

The newest podcast has been recorded. Well, the vocals are. I still have to add in the background music and such. But this recording is about 42 minutes long. That means I'll have to break it down into 3 or 4 sections. This might take a while.

So either way, I think we're going to try to play ball. If not, I don't know what we'll do to kill time. But yea, I'm gonna play some NCAA 2006.

Song of the Moment: None yet.

536

So, I'm not in hot water yet. In fact, I feel just a bit relieved. Next semester will be tough, but it's nothing I can't handle.

I just finished my homework assignment, so I am officially free from right now to Sunday night. Awesome!

Any suggestions about my blog are more than welcome. I don't know if the layout is good, bad, or whatever.

And until later tonight, I'm going to relax as much as possible. I might go to the store and treat myself to ice cream or candy or something.

Song of the Moment: Deftones - Digital Bath

535

Yes, it's 2:29AM and I'm posting. Yes, there is a TA session tomorrow morning. No, I will not be going.

I'm really, really stressed out.

The only people that know what's up are my parents, Brandon, and Erik. The problem is...well, I'm actually embarassed by it. That's why I haven't mentioned it on this blog at all. But it's also something that should have never came up.

I'll keep it simple. It's all about how UT is screwing me more and more. And it's all about how much I hate UT for it.

If I acted on instinct alone, I would be talking about where I'm going to transfer to. But I don't act on only my instincts. I'm almost done here. I've put in too much time to get my degree elsewhere.

As a result, I can feel my stomach growing new holes. My left eye was twitching all of yesterday. I just can't smile anymore.

I'm working on a solution, but time is running out. I have options, but I want only the best options. I know that I do the right thing a majority of the time. My parents have faith in me. So it'll all work out, right?

I'll either be saved tomorrow afternoon or forced to look for another way. No matter what, I'm going to enjoy this weekend. Brandon is going to be here, and I'm not going to let something bring me down. I'm not going to be stressed and depressed this weekend. I'm going to play basketball, maybe drink a little bit, and have fun with my podcast.

By the way, I've searched online for an answer, but I don't know if any of them are legit. I think I'm not allowed to use music during my podcast. Well, the music I've used, like Queens of the Stone Age, Audioslave, and such. But then I also notice some other people doing it. Argh!

Alright, I'm finally going to sleep. I'll post tomorrow about what happens.

Song of the Moment: Radiohead - Big Ideas

534

That's right. Instead of adding on to the previous post, I'm just going to start a new one. I figure it will be easier to keep up with this way.

I think I used today wisely just as I did yesterday. I played around with CSS, wrote a small program in Java, had a 30-minute nap, watched my shows, and then called my parents.

So yea, I'm still trying to decide whether I should add anything else or leave it alone for now. I need to get a cool podcast link up, but I don't want to do that until I actually create another podcast. I had topics recorded and all, but then Brandon did something that contradicts what I said in the recordings. So, I'm just going to start over. I don't know when exactly. Thursday night? Perhaps.

Alright, I know I've mentioned high school more than enough, but it's sticking with me right now. On my way to campus, I listen to Audioslave, Nine Inch Nails, and Queens of the Stone Age. None of the songs existed during my high school years. Yet, for some reason, Some of the songs remind me of the bus rides to and from football games. Especially Audioslave's Shadow On The Sun. I don't know why. And it might not even have anything to do with the music. It could just be the fact that I am sitting in a bus.

Otherwise, I don't have much else that I can think of. I'm going to sign on to AIM, put my away message up, and then go to sleep. My stomach is a little upset anyway.

Song of the Moment: Radiohead - Scatterbrain

533

Yea, the blog is slowly evolving.

As you can see, there are Google Ads to the left, and a cool little moblog thing to the right. Wait, this template has two sidebars?

I finally broke down and decided to learn how to alter CSS templates. I read that over half of all internet users have a screen resolution of 1024 x 768, so my old format wasn't taking full advantage of that. When I got home from class today, I sat down at my computer, checked out some other blogs, and then modified my template with what I learned. I feel much happier now. This is my blog. I created it. Sort of. I only modified the template. I didn't build it from scratch.

And, it is now time for a nap. Will post later.

532

Sitemeter sucks! I'm switching to Stat Counter!

Oh, and I'll post again later tonight. I have an idea I want to try out.

{Added on around 11:37PM}

I almost made the most out of today. I think I used this day wisely. 2-hour nap, watched my shows, broke some stuff. A fun-filled day.

First things first. I mentioned that I played basketball with my bro and my dad yesterday. I didn't mention that my dad tried to do a spin move. He must have thought he was still in his 20s. Well, it didn't work out too well and he ended up just tossing the ball into the air and falling to the ground. He said his foot hurt, so we stopped for a minute. He walked it off, but slowed down a bit afterwards. I told him to just stay by the paint and I would defend my bro. We finished the game and went home, blah blah blah.

Well, this morning he woke up and called in sick to work. My mom also called in sick. They weren't sick, it's just that my dad wanted to go to the hospital. So, he gets an X-ray and the doctor tells him that a tendon is out of place. It's supposed to be under the heel, but it isn't. We don't know if it is torn yet or not. He will go in for an MRI on Friday. I've already told my mom that if I need to come down right away, I can be there for a week. I'm sure my prof would let me.

Oh, and the doctor also showed him that he broke his ankle a while back but didn't realize it. Weird.

So, while I say that my tolerance for pain is abnormally high, it can't be as high as my dad's. Amazing really. Although, I did break my right arm without shedding a tear. Happened while I was playing basketball. Hmm...

Let's see, what else? Oh, if you haven't heard of Konfabulator, you should check it out. It is a program that lets you use little tools that do little things. One checks the weather, another acts as a picture frame, it's kind of cool. You can also create your own 'widgets.' So, since it is all based on Javascript, I better learn that language.

I did have an idea, but I'll save it for some other time. I think I'm going to take apart this cordless phone and see what I can do with it.

Song of the Moment: Queens of the Stone Age - Everybody Knows That You Are Insane

531

I want to post. I really do.

But I can't think of one thing to say.

I had a cool dream last night. I remember because I woke up and said to myself, "Wow, that was awesome."

But I don't remember what happened in my dream. That sucks.

I was planning on staying up for a while. I feel like I should be at that point where if I get 4 hours of sleep, I should be happy. But then I realize that in order for me to stay up past 1AM, something has to grab my attention. Well, guess what? Nights have become boring. I find myself reading the same blog multiple times from beginning to end. I'll read every post and try to discover the hidden meaning, intentionally put there or not.

I love to read other people's writings. Especially if it is handwritten.

So, back in high school, the thing was to pass notes with your friends of the opposite sex. And while some guys would crumple them up and throw them away, I preserved each one. I don't mean to sound obsessive, it's just that if someone writes something and then does the opposite, I can show proof that they are a hypocrite.

Well, I still have some notes from back then. I'd estimate that the entire catalog contains over 100 pages of notebook paper. Maybe 200. Well, I read some of them to refresh my mind of what I was like in high school. It didn't work. The only thing I remembered was what my friends were like.

And my collection is short about 50 pages. That's because I cut up those notes. The second I decided to move on, I thought the best thing to do was destroy everything that reminded me of her. But it is something I regret now. I want to read those notes again, just so I can learn the intricacies of her handwriting. Things like, "Oh, when she crosses her 'f' it goes upward." Ah, it is too late though.

Oh, and one other thing. Have you ever watched some sport and you heard an announcer say, "It's as if time slows down for him?" Well, it does happen. I know what they mean now.

I'm not saying that I'm a good basketball player. I don't light up the courts very often. But I played this afternoon against my bro and my dad. I made them say 'wow' a couple of times. But when we were done and we went home, I headed straight for my room. I put on my music, but something felt weird.

Each song sounded like it was slow, just by a bit. They didn't sound normal at all. At first, I thought it was just my computer or my sound card. So I turned it off and listened to my iPod Shuffle. But I noticed it there also. And it really freaked me out. So I jumped in the shower and tried to just forget it.

It's about 7 hours later, and I just put my music on. It sounds normal. It sounds like the right tempo.

I think that's what the announcer is talking about. Time slowing down for someone.

By the way, I created a new moblog for my cell phone pics. Still that link to the right. It's easier than doing it through blogger. (Oh, and I have a forward to send out.)

Alright. Time for bed. I guess I did have more than one thing to say.

Song of the Moment: Deftones - Teenager

530

Alright. Yesterday was Friday. Always a good day.

Over on the section titled, "My Links," there is a link to the blog of Kevin Pereira. He is a host on Attack of the Show. Well, while the hosts drink on air every now and then, they are not allowed to drop f-bombs and s-bombs. So, earlier tonight, Kevin set up a streaming video broadcast from his apartment and talked about certain issues. He completely let loose with words I had never heard before. In fact, some of these are going to be in my vocabulary from now on. Highlight the next few spaces to read one of them: fucktard.

Ooh, and now that I've finally figured out what color to make words if I want them to be hidden, I'll have more fun than ever!

I haven't started on editing my podcast. In fact, I haven't started on my homework either. It's due in 14 hours, and about 8 of those are going to be used for sleep. Eh, fuck it. If it's done by 5PM, then awesome. Otherwise, I'll turn it in late.

Speaking of podcast, I've found some new music to throw in there. Warning: It will be offensive in more than one way.

And that's pretty much it for today. It's late and I want to sleep.

Song of the Moment: A Perfect Circle - The Hollow

529

So, it's past midnight and I'm awake. Know why? 'Cause I don't have class tomorrow! Hell yea!

Oh, and I'm creating a podcast sometime tonight as well. Crap, I just remembered that I have a program due tomorrow. No sleep for me tonight. (Naw, I'll sleep eventually. I'll put off my program until tomorrow afternoon, because I like to procrastinate.)

I think I need to do laundry. I'll do that tomorrow also.

Ugh, and the family is coming down on Saturday. That means I have to clean the bathroom and such.

Alright, I am not looking forward to tomorrow now. But that's ok, because when do I ever look forward to the next day?

Guess I'll type what I said for my recording earlier today. I need to practice on the courts sometime before Brandon gets here. I also need to figure out what drinks I'm going to want on my special day. Back in high school, during physics, it was amaretto with orange juice or apple juice. (Because I want to sound smart in front of my bartender friend, amaretto with orange juice is called a Boccie Ball. I don't like Club Soda. And a Boccie Ball is the name of the ball used for lawn bowling. I think.)

Back in the day, that was my nickname. The "Bartender." You name some type of liquor and I'll recommend a certain drink on the spot. Although, in my old age I have forgotten plenty. But that also means that when Brandon introduces me to people, he can say, "This guy has forgotten more about liquor than you'll ever know."

And now, I want a drink. But I'm holding off. 23 months and 1 week without a drop. Not bad.

Otherwise, as long as I don't get squirted with a water gun or something, I'll be happy. Oh, and as long as I don't have to dance. I can't dance. There, I said it.

One last thing. I am looking for new links to put in the "My Links" section. So if you want me to check out your blog, or web site, or that of someone you know, email me.

{Added on around 12:57AM}

Oh, oh, oh! Nine Inch Nails with Queens of the Stone Age, October 17th, in Dallas, at the AAC. I better get tickets the second I can.

Song of the Moment: A Perfect Circle - Rose

528

1 more month...1 more month...

Alright, if you don't want to hear a rant, then you should probably leave. But there's something that's been bothering me for quite some time. And it has to do with AIM.

If you use MSN Messenger or Yahoo! Messenger, then you will always know who has added you to their buddy list. But if you use AIM, some guy in the 'pokey' could add you and you wouldn't know it. Why is this? Why does AIM suck like that?

So I've been searching online for whatever code there is for AIM. Does it run on Java? C++? What language? And I have been unsuccessful in my search. I have learned very little about AIM.

The reason I am trying to learn the basic structure of AIM is because I want to know whose buddy list I am on. Then I want to know who they are, if I don't already. Sounds like a simple task, but no, AOL makes another piece of software that has no concern for your privacy.

I hate you, AOL.

Otherwise, I am about to go to bed because I have a test tomorrow morning. And then I have to go to the Tuition Office about some mistake they made. This is going to suck. I hate dealing with people. I hate almost all of the UT Administration. Well, at least the ones that don't give any help. If I send an email to my financial aid counselor, it may take 3 days before I get a response. It may also take an infinite amount of time, as was the case for my first email earlier this semester.

I know that I promised a podcast at some point during this week, but I'm not sure that it will happen. I record my best work when I have the place to myself. But that hasn't been the case lately. Once I can be as loud as I want and say any word I please, I'll hit the record button.

Alright. That's all of it. I've got a big bag of nothin' right now.

Song of the Moment: Audioslave - Drown Me Slowly

527

Same old stuff, same old routine.

Went to class. The prof called on me 3 or 4 times. I answered correctly each time. Made me feel like a big nerd. But then I looked around the class and realized that I'm not.

Speaking of being nerdy, I have about 8 different blogs that I keep a track of with Firefox and Sage. If you don't have Sage, you should think about getting it. It's free. It checks all of your favorite blogs and tells you which ones have been updated. Either way, usually just one or two blogs have new content. Well, I guess tonight is special. 4 out of the 8 have new stuff. Makes me happy.

I've been searching around for podcasts on iTunes. The only 2 that I subscribe to are Diggnation and This Week In Tech. I'm looking for something like comments on today's issues but by someone who thinks like me. Ha! I keep telling Brandon that he should make his own podcasts. I think he would be great at it, especially with the radio background and stuff.

Otherwise, I don't have much else to report. Think I'm gonna sleep and call it a day.

Oh, wait. One more thing. I probably won't be posting tomorrow night, seeing as how I have a test the next morning. Yes! A test!

[FBombAndy mutters dirty words as he walks off stage. Cue curtains.]

Song of the Moment: A Perfect Circle - When The Levee Breaks

526

So, how about a recap?

My right index finger is messed up. It's probably a ligament issue, but because it's a finger, I'm not about to go to the hospital. Just know that there is visible swelling. And it's been like that for a few months now.

And this afternoon, I accidentally cut my left index finger. On a broken glass. Nice, huh? When it happened, I knew it was more than a scratch. When I looked at it, I realized that it was deep. Hospital-worthy injury? No. I washed it out, wrapped some tissue around it, and went back to whatever it was that I was doing at the time.

So, my index fingers suck now. And I point with those!

Otherwise, today was boring. We spent the entire class talking about how data goes from the keyboard to the computer to the monitor. Woo-hoo. That was real fun. Not.

But then Erik and I went to a fancy IHOP. I did the usual pancakes and eggs thing. Boysenberry syrup isn't too bad, but you can't break me away from sweet, sweet blueberry.

Oh, and Ryan might tag along with Brandon and I when I turn 21. That would be great.

I went through my phonebook on my phone. I deleted some numbers. And I don't answer the phone if I don't recognize the number.

Oh, and this morning was very interesting. It all started with a dream. And in that dream was someone I had a thing for way back when. And from the time I woke up, it all went downhill. I didn't move at all once I got on the bus, not even to check out any hot chics that were walking through downtown. I spent the entire 30-minute ride wishing I could go back in time. Oh, and the next 30 minutes leading up to class.

There are those that say high school should be forgotten. In fact, I'm one of the people who say there's no use thinking about the past. But I kept wanting to go back to 4 years ago. And that would mean the summer before my senior year.

And then I thought about what I would give up to go back in time. My soul? No. But almost anything else? Yea.

Alright. I think I'm going to lay down and reminisce some more. Put on the music I enjoyed back then. The music I have fond memories attached to.

Song of the Moment: Audioslave - Yesterday To Tomorrow

525

Alright. I am officially pissed.

I tried out the winning template (see previous post), but it doesn't look right. For the first post, it has a bunch of space between the end of the post and the time. It works fine for every post afterwards though. All I can say is that I am disappointed and I want to shoot whoever made that crappy template.

And this brings me to another topic. It's time I learn Javascript and CSS. I'm tired of having to rely on other people to create designs for me. Screw them. I'm not waiting around any longer.

Was going to play basketball today, but as soon as I was dressed and ready, it started raining. It's amazing really. Austin goes for weeks without rain, and the one day I put on my basketball clothes, it starts to rain.

I think I've finally given up on the idea that everything will fall into place eventually.

And I think I'm going to get seriously plastered when I turn 21. I've never been drunk before. Maybe it's time to start.

'Drink your troubles away.' Doesn't sound half-bad right now...

Song of the Moment: Massive Attack - Future Proof

524

I want to change the template I use. So, how about a vote?

This one...

or this one?

{Added on around 6:13PM}

Oh, and my podcast is now available through iTunes. So, if you have Version 4.9, then go subscribe. You can also find my podcast through Odeo at this link. They have a built-in player so you can listen to my work through their site. I'm not sure if you still need a high-speed internet connection or not.

Song of the Moment: A Perfect Circle - Freedom Of Choice

523

I'll be honest.

I've got nothing.

And with that, I'm going to bed.

Song of the Moment: Tool - Lateralus

522

Something hit me today.

I was on the bus, on my way back home from class. I watched the road go by and thought about everything I could remember. And honestly, that isn't much. But I do remember little things from elementary school and such.

I don't know when the teachers spotted it. I didn't turn in my homework. I just didn't like doing work of any kind when I was at home. There were so many other fun things to do. Somehow I managed to get exceptional grades on every test. For the most part, I was well-behaved. Every now and then I would get into trouble for talking during class. Only twice was I sent to the principal's office, and both of those times were truly misunderstandings.

But I guess it was in 2nd or 3rd grade that my parents spoke with my teachers. They came to the conclusion that I was gifted or something. So, I was signed up for crappy alternative classes. They were at a different school and it was only once a week. I stopped going. I would make excuses up. Unless there was a cool field trip.

In middle school, I was signed up for GT classes. The 'Gifted and Talented' program. Whatever. I hated English, so I didn't do my work in there. And I got kicked out. For some reason, I feel that was a great point in my life. I realized that if I didn't want to be there, they couldn't make me.

But I loved science and math. So I did just enough work to stay in those classes. I would look at my current grades on homework and tests, and then figure out what the least amount of work was necessary to get an 'A' or 'B.' I just did the bare minimum.

In high school, I almost got back into Honors English. But no, there were schedule conflicts. Oh well. I went through high school using half of my ass and doing just well enough. I have witnesses that will tell you about my naps during class, my drinking during class, my drawings, my plays, anything but doing work. I would miss at least a day every week. And just because.

So, I'm sitting on the bus and trying to figure out why I acted this way. Why hold back?

Yes, a basketball analogy is in order.

When I played ball with my bro and Erik the second time, Erik got onto me for not playing defense. He said that 'I sucked at defense.' So I told him that 'I play defense when I want to.' He didn't believe me. So the next time my bro got the ball, I shut him down. I swatted his shot and made it look easy. Then I explained to Erik that I truly play my best offense when I want to. So he tried playing defense on me, I dribbled circles around him, and then knocked down a shot. I proved my point.

I only give 100% effort when I feel like it. And that's not very often. That's what hit me today.

And I don't know why I'm like this. I can't think of any one person who has seen me go all out for something or someone.

Oh, yesterday was the 13th. 23 months without a drink. I plan to go 2 years and a week. Then I'll try it all again. Maybe it's the one thing that can set me free. I'm not kidding either. I'm a different person when there's a drop of alcohol in my system.

Yea, people tell you that being smart is a gift. But if I could give this 'gift' to anyone else, I would. I would rather be in the middle, average, normal, etc. But I guess that all breaks down to my little martyr-complex.

I don't know. I'm going to sleep.

Song of the Moment: Audioslave - The Worm

521

About 5 years ago, I had a conversation with one of my exes. I forgot what I said, but that doesn't matter. It's what she said afterwards.

"Sometimes when I'm talking with you, I feel so dumb."

And that sentence has stuck with me since. Now, I think before I even mention something that might relate to physics, math, or whatever. If it isn't normal, relaxed speech, I probably won't say it.

So there I went on my last post, talking about math and crap. And this is my fault. I'm not out to prove that I'm smart or anything like that. I'm not trying to say that I break down math equations when I'm bored.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Song of the Moment: Audioslave - Heaven's Dead

520

Alright. I haven't posted in a while. But I'm bored right now. So, I saw this little number trick and I decided to dissect it. Why? I don't know.

1. Start with the first three digits of your phone number. (Do not use the area code.)
2. Multiply that number by 80.
3. Add 1.
4. Multiply by 250.
5. Add the last four digits of your phone number.
6. Add the last four digits of your phone number again.
7. Subtract 250.
8. Divide number by 2.

Why does this work? Let me show you the formula. X = the first three digits and Y = the last four digits.

[Base]
(250 (80 * x + 1) - 250 + 2y) / 2

[Distribute 250]
= (250 * 80 * x) + (250 * 1) - 250 + 2y) / 2

[250 * 1 = 250]
= (80 * 250 * x) + 250 - 250 + 2y) / 2

[250 - 250 = 0]
= (80 * (250 * x + 2 * y)) / 2

[Divide both terms by 2]
= 40 * (250 * x) + y

[40 * 250 = 10000]
= (10000 * x) + y

Not so clever now, is it?

Song of the Moment: Nine Inch Nails - The Line Begins To Blur

519

Holy friggin' ass! 4 posts are missing! 515, 516, 517, and 518!

Yes, that's right. According to blogger's counting, this is actually post 519. A while back they quit counting because it wasn't working well. I guess it's working now. So I was off by 4. Oh well.

I just saw a commercial for Aspercreme. Their slogan is "You bet your sweet Aspercreme." I just saw it 3 minutes ago, and I couldn't believe it at first. When they said it a third time, I just had to laugh. Good slogan.

Will write more in a bit.

Song of the Moment: None yet

514

Uploading my podcast as I type this. Will write more in just a sec.

{Added on around 12:37AM}

Alright, I had to do some special tricks, but the newest podcast is up.

I have a final tomorrow from 2PM to 5PM. I'm hoping that it won't take all 3 hours, but I don't know. Also, I don't have class before it, so that means I don't have to wake up early. This is good and all, but I'll probably wake up at 10AM to get on campus with time to study. That's right, I'll study for an hour or so, and then take the test.

Either way, not much happened today. It rained. And the temperature dropped to 73. That was nice. I even caught some video footage of lightning. I hope it rains again this weekend.

Oh, my aunts and some others are coming to Austin on the 18th. I'm dreading it already. But it will only be for a few days, so I'm hoping I'll survive. My plan is to just stay in my room for as long as possible. I might even get a mini-fridge and stock up. That seems like the best idea.

Yea, that's right. I'm avoiding family members.

Anywho, it's time to sleep.

Song of the Moment: A Perfect Circle - Passive

513

Editing a podcast right now!

{Added on around 10:12PM}

Alright, I'm sorry to get your hopes up. I still have to add in the background music, drops, and such. Something came up this afternoon that I had to take care of.

You see, I was supposed to have a presentation today. But my topic was stolen by one of my classmates. When I told the professor, he said that I could half-ass a different topic. So yea, I've chosen one. But I still have to prove the theorems and write a summary. This means I have to go to campus early tomorrow morning and go to the library. The library! That sucks ass! I hate books!

So, while I could stay up and produce a nice podcast, I think I won't. I'm low on sleep and I need to get up early. So, this means I'll be asleep by 11PM. Most likely.

By the way, if you're interested, Episode #5 will contain the subjects of AIM, relationships, CS 336, and whatever I posted about recently. It will be in the range of 14 to 17 minutes. I know, quite long. 128 kbps or 96kbps? Quality or quick download? Because if I go with 96kbps, the overall file will be about 13MB. On cable or DSL, that's not bad. But if you're on dial-up, I'm sorry. My only other option is to cut it into two podcasts. That would mean recording an ending and such, which would push the release to Friday at the earliest.

Meh. Screw it. Huge file it is. So either way, tomorrow is Thursday, and that makes me happy. Because then it's almost Friday.

Song of the Moment: Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth

512

So, I stayed up last night to finish my presentation, the one that I was to do today.

But no, we ran out of time. So, I get to try again tomorrow. I stayed up late for nothing.

By the way, J is getting married tomorrow, so everyone better send their best wishes. (Link to the right.)

Meh. I'm bored. I think I'm going to sleep or something. Sorry, I just don't have much right now.

Oh, one last thing. I just can't think of anything for my podcast. Submit questions, topics, anything. If you want to hear it, I will say it. Seriously, anything.

Song of the Moment: Queens of the Stone Age - Little Sister

511

Usually when I'm posting I am also on AIM. Well, not tonight. I realized a couple of hours ago that I have a presenation tomorrow. Tuesday. And I haven't even started. So, for the next 11 or so hours, I will be hard at work. This means not being on AIM.

And also, I haven't posted in a few days. I'm still alive.

Alright. Time to work.

{Added on around 1:20AM}

I finished, I think. I'm certain I have an answer, but I do not know if it's the answer I'm supposed to find.

I'm tired. OK, not really. I slept until 11AM this morning. So what now? I don't know. But I do know that I've reconsidered my position on talking on the phone. I was sitting on my bed right after I finished, and I realized that my phone is going to be quiet for quite some time. That's no fun. And considering the fact that I have thousands of Rollover minutes, I should really be open to using my phone.

So, if you have my number, call me anytime. Especially between the hours of 10PM and 1159PM. That's when I'm itching to listen. And I really mean this. Besides, some of you out there have soothing voices...

Alright, I'm going to get some sleep.

Song of the Moment: Queens of the Stone Age - Medication

510

Ugh. Not good.

So, I played ball earlier today with Erik and my bro. Was fun. When I want to score, I do. When I want to play defense, I do it well.

Unfortunately, my left quad got weak real quick. It felt like I had just worked out for 5 hours straight or something. I stretched it out and kept playing. Well, I came down with a rebound and immediately called a time out. A sharp pain went from above my left hip all the way down to my left knee. And that's when I lost all of my speed. For the first time, I actually stopped playing because of an injury.

I'm looking up these symptons and I'm not finding good news. It seems that I may have a pinched nerve in either the L3 or L4 vertabrae. If I don't notice improvement by tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to a hospital. And as anyone can tell you, it HAS to be serious for me to consider going to the hospital.

Was going to record a podcast tonight. I dunno, I still might. I'm kind of tired from last night. I went to bed at 4:30AM and woke up around 10:30AM. I want more sleep tonight.

Kind of wishing I had a woman here to give my leg a massage. Oh well.

Song of the Moment: Radiohead - Lucky

Special

"The night ended with an awkward smile, standing with the car door open. As the door closed, all of his fragment thoughts formed – into what is not clear. Was the date really over? That’s it?

She had stood in the doorway with her gorgeous grin for almost ten minutes. What did she want? She wanted to say something. He had asked her if she wanted him to walk her to the door, telling her that he realized how rude he had been on their previous dates. She insisted that it was not necessary, but after the date he pondered the possibility of her wanting him to walk her to the door anyway.

The ten minutes, at some points, seemed like eternity, while at others were nearly nonexistent. Did they really talk about how it didn’t feel like dating? Were they really that comfortable? She had wanted to say something. He could hear her start the sentence only to retract it. She declined to finish the statement, even at his persistent requests. Little did she know, but he wanted to kiss her. Maybe that was on her mind too? Was that what she wanted to say?

The drive home was hell. The thoughts were exponentially multiplying, even when he wasn’t thinking. He thought he ruined it. He knew she liked him, but she had admitted that it was weird because it did not feel like a date. She resoundingly told him that she was different than most girls, but even their dates were not normal for her. It was a quiet ride home.

He did find out later that night that she liked him, but he still couldn’t figure it out."

Written by NOT ME!!!