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still not in a good mood, and these two papers that’ll be assigned shortly aren’t going to help matters. hmm. not sure what to do.

two

still holding out a bit of hope. we’ll see if i’ve got any balls tomorrow after class…

classic…

“Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right
A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas don’t start fights
And niggas always gotta high cap
Showin’ all his boys how he shot em
But real gangsta-ass niggas don’t flex much
Cuz real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em
And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta
Cuz gangsta-ass niggas think deep
Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7
Cuz real gangsta ass niggas don’t sleep”
[Geto Boys — “Damn It Feels Good To Be a Gangsta”]

three

(note: the following in no way applies to my own parents. i like them to read my Web site. also, i speak for myself here. this is not posted on anyone’s behalf.)

if you are a nosy parent reading my blog because it was linked from your son/daughter’s blog, and you are trying to find out what naughty things your son/daughter is doing while away at college, give it up. take some time to digest the three most important words in the previous sentence: away at college.

i think i’ll also take this opportunity to note that the overbearing and overprotective style of parenting simply does not work. if you try to shield your child from all of the ills of the world, they’ll have no understanding of how to handle those ills once they’ve left the nest. who do you think the biggest binge drinkers and fashionable drug users of college are? the kids who went to Catholic school for 13 years before they ventured off to school. now don’t get me wrong; this is in no way a condemnation of Catholics or Catholicism. it’s a condemnation of overprotectiveness. it just doesn’t work. you’re not preparing your child for the real world.

one of the best things my parents ever did for me was to be very frank and very realistic about drugs and alcohol. they told me the advantages and disadvantages quite honestly. when i was younger (perhaps 16), on special occasions they’d let me drink when they were around, starting me off slowly so i could figure the whole thing out and gauge my tolerance. that translated into my being able to handle myself when potentially dangerous situations arose and Mom and Dad weren’t there to regulate the situation. while my friends did stupid things and chugged vodka and smoked weed every day, i didn’t. why? because i wasn’t clueless going in, and i could handle myself.

so Mom, Dad, thanks. i’ve always been impressed by that aspect of the way you raised me. i can say with confidence that i won’t become addicted to drugs or alcohol. part of that is luck, because there isn’t much of a history of addiction in my family, but part of it is intelligent upbringing. some of you folks out there could learn from this.

four

at 20:02 02-20-2002 (i.e. February 20, 2002 at 8:02 p.m.), the second and final time in world history that time will be perfectly symmetrical, i was doing laundry during halftime of the Penn State-Illinois basketball game. Illinois smashed PSU, and I now have a drawer full of clean underwear and clean socks (see 17 feb 02 entry #4).

five

wow, so i just studied for 2 hours STRAIGHT in the Core. i think that’s the longest i’ve gone all year. i’m perfecting this “scanning not reading” thing, and it’s great.

i read most of The Nuer today, a classic book in anthropology by E.E. Evans-Pritchard. it’s actually not that bad. these Nuer guys are kind of like a big collection of belligerent, drunken Russ Rigginses. they sound pretty entertaining.

a quick question for Tony, Russ, and Mark (which will piss off Mary and Adele, though they’re obviously not happy with me anyway, so i won’t be doing much damage): is this “emo” thing just a big excuse for being a wuss?

six

ok, so you’ll probably think i’m making this up to be a dick. i’m not. after finishing my studying at the library, i posted #5 above and read Adele’s update on CM that mentioned Dashboard Confessional. now i’ll be quite frank: i’ve never heard anything from Dashboard Confessional, and i really don’t even know what constitutes “emo.” (that’s part of the reason i asked the sarcastic question in #5.)

anyhow, i walk home from the library, arrive at my apartment, and turn on the TV. while flipping through the channels, i’m drawn to MTV2, because i see the whiniest, most not-cool-but-it’s-supposed-to-be-cool video ever. this total wussbag is crooning to the camera and i want to slap him. hard. the voice of the leader singer and the song’s lyrics smack of junior high, maybe even late elementary school. i’m flabbergasted by the utter wussiness of it.

i patiently wait for the video to end so i can see the artist/title. . . . Dashboard Confessional — “Screaming Infidelities.”

i’m not trying to be a jerk. really. but i had to relay that — it was too odd not to. you can like whatever music you want to; i won’t tell you not to. i’ll just be cavalier and potentially insensitive in throwing my opinions around.

and in other music-related stuff, i just couldn’t resist posting some more lyrics, even though i know it’s pretty boring to read lyrics. but the lyrics i’ve posted today are just top-drawer, you gotta admit…

“I’m a freak
I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom
I’m crazy
Allow me to amaze thee
They say I’m ugly but it just don’t phase me
I’m still gettin’ in the girls pants
And I even got my own dance.”
[Digital Underground — “The Humpty Dance”]

also, i seem to have lost my decidedly meager basketball skills. if you locate them, please return them to me so that i won’t shoot ~7% from the floor again.

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