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so it’s about 35 degrees out, and i’ve got a fan in the window that’s been running all night. yes, steam heat is efficient — just a little bit too much so.

this is my before-Purgatory (i.e. Historical Perspective) entry. today is a “discussion” day, meaning he’ll only blab randomly for half of the time instead of the full period. i swear this class is punishment for something sinful i did.

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oh, God. the post-Purgatory entry. and yes, it really was punishment this time…

let me first make it clear that every Thursday is a mini-hell for me. 10:30-12:00 i have a mind-bogglingly random and boring lecture from Launay in “Historical Perspective” (although the class itself seems to have no real perspective). then, from 6:00 pm to 9:00 pm — yes, that’s 3 hours — i have a Research Methods class with Bledsoe. oh, Lord.

but tonight was the worst. it was probably the most awkward feeling i’ve ever had in a college class. i hope you find this amusing.
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i have decided that John Madden is a great guy. i mean, the guy’s hilarious and so down to Earth too. i love ‘im. he’s right up there with Bill O’Reilly. i’m going to actually a buy a book (!!!) by him and read it for pleasure.

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this no-cable TV thing is really getting frustrated. i didn’t get out of work until 6:20, but with no cable at home, i rushed over to Norris to try to watch the Illinois-OSU game on ESPN. well, no go. too many other people were already watching other stuff. then i check the score online and we’re down by 15 at halftime. what the hell. what the HELL? this team SUCKS on the road. i can’t stand the thought of turning on a cable TV sports show and someone saying “what’s happened to Illinois?”

it’s 7:35 p.m. and i’m sitting in Norris updating my Web site. in 25 minutes, our NUCR event starts — Star Parker is the speaker. don’t worry; i don’t really know who she is either. Mary predicts 30 attendees. it’d be a miracle if we got 50.

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well, 25 people showed up. i was close.

i am not a patient man, nor am i one prone to groveling. therefore, this will end. i really didn’t care all that much anyway.

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things were tidy, efficient, enjoyable until the end of dinner at Giordano’s. and now i’m fucking sick of some things and you need to hear about it.

listen up, nickd. if you’re reading this site, you shouldn’t be, because i don’t read your fucking site. i’m sick of hearing about your “set.” news flash: the number of sets you’ve played in your entire life can be counted on one hand. go away.

Anne, i’m sorry i bother you with my comments. but hell, what else is there to say? i guess i’ll just lay off. good luck with the European men.

and Jon (John? well, who cares?), all in all, you’re an annoying fuckup. stay away from me. i hate hearing your nasal voice, but even more so, i hate hearing the dumb shit spoken in that nasal voice.

oh, and if you think it’s some kind of cop-out for me to post these sentiments in a web log, call me or talk to me in person and i’ll be happy to repeat them.

have a nice day.

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10 minutes later, and i think i’ll probably delete the above post sooner or later. can’t decide. it’s always a fine line between honesty and vitriol.

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from my rather entertaining Human Origins textbook…

and later, the book explains…

“Human females have relatively large breasts, whereas other primate females do not. One hypothesis is that large breasts developed to resemble buttocks. Given that face-to-face sex is desirable in reinforcing emotional bonds and that males prefer the buttocks (both questionable assumptions), large breasts would serve to attract human males to the female’s front.”

(Relethford, John H. The Human Species. Mountain View, California: Mayfield Publishing Company, 2000. pp. 242.)

i didn’t get enough homework done today. damn. i did, however, play basketball for about 1.5 hours. part of that time, i played 5 on 5 with some members of the girls club team. it was three girls and two guys on each team. they weren’t spectacular, but their fundamentals were good (better than mine, for sure), and playing with girls is really fun. besides, i got to feel like Vince Carter every time i jumped over everyone and got a rebound. fabulous.

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Tom IM’s Russ at 1:30 a.m. on Gone Greek Night. the results:

underscorebleach: did ya score some ass
WhatRuss: kind of
underscorebleach: do tell
WhatRuss: well, if you call grinding with like 10 girls
WhatRuss: at least one of them was catholic lol

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hmm. a pretty good day, despite a HORRIBLE loss to Indiana. i went downtown with nickd, Adele, Mary, Tony, and Anne. we went to a famous Chicago place called the Billy Goat Tavern. go to the Web page; it explains things well. the place is charming. everyone had the standard fare: double cheezborger, cheeps, and Coke (or Sprite or root beer).

we then went walking around downtown. the city is strange. it has an effect on me. it immediately puts me on the defensive. i’m wary of everything going on around me. i don’t think this is particularly the case for others. anyhow, we went to the Virgin Megastore where nickd spent lotsa cash on some vinyl. mmhmm. i heard some lady use the acronym “M.O.R.” for “middle-of-the-road,” and besides being proud of myself for decoding it quickly, i’m hoping to help it segue into the vernacular.

as if the aforementioned greasy meal wasn’t caloric enough, we stopped at Johnny Rockets for a milkshake. yet another quality Chicago diner. man, i looove those kind of places. i love greasy food.

later on, i watched Waiting for Guffman again, this time with Anne, Mary, and Tony. Mary seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, Anne seemed amused, and Tony seemed bored. oh well.

does Anne have emotions? the question of the day. i’ve been trying hard to prod them out of her. she’s a toughie.

i talked to my dad on the phone. i refused to talk about the Illinois game. i don’t even like to think about bad losses after-the-fact; it just depresses me. he thinks i should write in lower case on this Web site. so i’m doing it right now. it’s funny; my dad makes little comments about my Web site and i take them to heart more than anyone else’s. i think it’s because he’s my dad. but still, he thinks it’s all pretty silly, and he’s probably right.

downtown Chicago seems to be a land of alternative spellings. hereafter, please use the following spellings:

• oysta
• dawg
• cheezborger
• joynt

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oh, and another thing. i added a new feature to the site, which is discussed in the offsite-newwin explanation. it basically lets you choose whether to launch offsite links in the same window or a new window.

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Waking up after 8.5 hours of sleep is much preferable to waking up after 5.5 hours of sleep, I’ve found. I make this “getting enough sleep” thing a high priority.

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I messed up most of northwestern.edu for a while today after adding a <!DOCTYPE> to every HTML page. That wasn’t cool.

Last night, while having a fabulous dinner at Taco Bell, I overheard a great conversation between three very sorority-ish sorority girls (probably Kappa or Tri Delt). My favorite quote, paraphrased, was something like “yeah, that was a really crazy party, but maybe it just seemed that way because I was really drunk.” Fabulous. Now don’t get me wrong; I love sorority girls. Who wouldn’t? They make the walk to class so much more interesting. But these chicks were living the stereotype. Well, more power to ya.

A few random observations:

• “Hot For Teacher” by Van Halen may very well be the most kickass guitar work ever recorded.
• I hate skateboarders. I want to closesline those fucks every time they skate by.
• Out of four classes this quarter, three of them take the top three spots for most-boring-class-I’ve-taken-at-NU.
• I miss watching ESPN. O Free Cable, come back to me.

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I watched Waiting for Guffman tonight with Julia. Hilarious movie. If you don’t know it, it’s in the “mockumentary” vein, a la This is Spinal Tap. I pissed Julia off soon after meeting up with her by arguing about politics. I should be more careful about stuff like that. I get people mad without even trying, and then it’s hard to get it back to the way it was, you know?

I’m trying out this new idea of going to sleep before 2:00 a.m., even on weekends. Neat, huh?

Argh, I really should get a lot of homework done this weekend. I don’t know if it’ll happen, but I know that it should happen. I need to start doing background reading for my senior thesis. It’s lingering in the back of my mind, and I can’t stand not doing something active about it.

Oh, and to borrow from Tony’s Web site’s format…

FACT: pickled herring is fabulous.

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i hate it when i get nothing done at work. this business of having a “standard footer” for all Northwestern pages can be a real hassle to implement. i hate wasting time. i hate inefficiency. i hate making a bad decision when given two choices.

in other news, God has sentenced me to purgatory for this quarter. it’s in the form of my Anthro in Historical Perspective class. i could die of boredom. no, really.

i feel compelled to make a few comments about sports. first of all, even though my Bears and my Illini both lost the Big Game (UI to LSU, Bears to the Eagles), i really enjoyed both seasons. both teams were gritty and never gave up, and that’s the quality i most admire in a sports team. i’m hopeful that the Illinois basketball team will pick up the grittiness of their football conterparts but also win the Big Game.

more broadly speaking, i’d like to say that the NFL is great. the games are competitive, the players are fun to watch, and winning teams change every year. the MLB and NBA are just the opposite. though i like a few teams from the NBA (the Mavs, for example), both of these leagues are horrible. they need some sort of salary cap to ensure competitive play. i despise the Yankees, and i hate Bud Selig almost as much. what a goddamn phony. David Stern from the NBA is no better. the NBA is all about sucking up to the stars. and if there’s one thing i hate, it’s the hype surrounding a person. it’s enough to make me sick to my stomach.

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God punished me again today. That makes twice in a day. This time it was my 3 hour Research Methods class. Have mercy!

To prove how incredibly anal I am about this Web site, I feel compelled to tell you this: from this point forth, I’m gonna try to use capitalization properly. I think it’s just too hard to read all lowercase, given the fact that HTML doesnt treat two white spaces as two white spaces. So enjoy!

I spent $93 tonight at Dominick’s. Among the more interesting items purchased: blue corn chips, pickled herring, apple Newtons, a winescrew, and a cheese grater.

Mark, you sonofabitch, update!

Aren’t you already diggin’ this uppercase thing?

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