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concise breakdown
i should have a lot to write, but i just don’t feel like it. i’m in one of those stages where i feel kind of aimless inside. i guess it happens a lot.
friday:
- very good meeting at WebComm .. chance to get HR on track
- first-ever visit to a club, and the “VIP room” (whatever, ha) no less. bartender wore sunglasses indoors, deserved slap in face. many young people looking desperately trendy. skipped out as soon as open bar ended :)
- over to Wrigleyville and a swingin’ place called John Barleycorn. many people, one place, many drinks in one place.
saturday:
blah
blah. i just haven’t felt like writing for the past coupla days, so i haven’t. i’ve been busy, mostly with tedious computer shit. i spent a long-ass time at Emma’s getting their router and DSL to cooperate, finding out after a long-time that it required a firmware upgrade to the router. thanks, Linksys.
initial impressions of professors:
- Henry: artsy-fartsy
- Uttal: opionated
- Tumblin: talks toooooo slooooow!
blah. that’s all i have to say. i’d like to spend a weekend in the wilderness, or go to church, or do something meaningful. i’m mentally and physically tired at the moment. i guess being sick hasn’t helped. ok, that’s it for now.
senior year, here i come
and summer comes to a close, both in weather and in the break from classes. tomorrow is the first day of my senior year of college.
yeah, i’m a senior, and boy, i feel it. i now greet things that used to be impressive, or intimidating, or at least interesting with the seen-it-all assuredness of a 3 year veteran. unflappable, i know. the freshman girls in skin-tight jeans? whatever. the legions of frat guys doing their best state-school impressions? whatever. it just seems kind of silly.
as for the upcoming school year, i’m concerned first and foremost about my thesis. i don’t want to half-ass this thing. i want to do a damn good job on it and be able to hold it up against other academic works. i honestly believe there’s a good niche for me to write this thesis, so i don’t want to drop the ball.
socially, Ben and i are committed to having a good time this year. that means actually going out and doing shit. and hey, we took a big step on Sunday by actually throwing a party — a fairly successful one, too, since about 35 people showed up. especially since i’m 21, i think i should be doing something halfway interesting on Friday and Saturday nights.
hmm, welp, i guess i should get back to work. Web Comm’s going fine, although the HR site build continues to lumber on and slowly strangle me. the RovCon stuff is going fine. yep. all systems normal, except for this cold. :( over and out.
the Original Big Mac
background for those who don’t know: Mary is Mormon, and so is her mom. quite Mormon.
AlexiaIscariot: hey tom, this is mary’s mom. You are a stud
underscorebleach: oh, i know
underscorebleach: i figure the older and wiser women probably recognize that more quickly
underscorebleach: although perhaps the young and naive ones would be more quickly overwhelmed by my magnetic persona
underscorebleach: it’s really a toss-up
AlexiaIscariot: i’m so glad you brought it to my attention because now i can use it as a gage for all other men
AlexiaIscariot: that is so true
underscorebleach: i’ve been called the “gold standard” a few times, i must admit
AlexiaIscariot: your beautiful glowing complexion, the natural curls, the animal magnetism…you really had me going. i can;t wait to get back to mr. jones. my only fear now is that he will not be up to par
AlexiaIscariot: it must be tough to be you. i mean all the guys must hate you. how do you maintain any male friendships?
underscorebleach: hmm
underscorebleach: well, mostly i entertain courtiers
underscorebleach: they try to live of the fat of the land — Pimpland, that is
AlexiaIscariot: oh, lessons from the master!! so you are the original big mac
Blognerd.
BWI: Blogging While Intoxicated. It never gets old!
Saturday: dim sum, yummy, sesame balls, tapioca balls (wtf!), fish-flavored “candy” (wtf!), rides on the “L”, waiting way too damn long in the cold for trains, drinks at Sheffield’s with Julia and other TFA kids, the “L” again, missing the last run of the Purple run, keepin it rizeal on Howard at 2am. fo real tho.
Sunday: Bears collapse, waiting too long to play basketball, playing a horrible game of basketball, reaffirming the existence of the “valley girl” at NU (try SPAC), actually having a party (!!!), getting more people than we thought we would (although a bit late), running out of beer (High Life, baby) at 12:45am :(, getting on the computer and blogging like a n-e-r-d.
writing sans verbs easy easy!
from on high
Benjamin Marquardt Cherry: update your freakin Web site.
Mark V. Roberts: update your freakin Web site.
Russell Bradley Riggins: update your freakin Web site.
Anthony M. Natale: update your freakin Web site.
Troubleshooting 101
six hours in 600/610/Bobb/McCulloch. “yes, i’m the computer guy.” observations:
- those stretchy tank tops on girls are excellent
- XP is fickle
- everyone uses Kazaa (and absolutely should not!)
- frat guys : freshman girls :: white : rice
- far, far too many backwards visors are worn in Bobb-McCulloch Hall
- NUTV is actually pretty sweet
- if all else fails, check the port