hello there! Cornell is done. Has been done since I finished my last final on Monday. But I am sick, and must put up Christmas decorations---Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night (or afternoon, whatever!!)!

wow. joint lives.

so. ultimate. inconsistent patterns of diet and sleep. unseasonably warm weather. incorrigibly warm room, warmer than anyone else's on the floor. cinder blocks and alarm clocks, blankets and turtlenecks and howard stern in the morning.

more later perhaps.

so here I am, in response to my former roomie's plea! Cornell engineering=not for Jean! I'm exploring options next semester, taking some classes to expose myself to more business-oriented stuff, see how that meshes with me. I am so happy I came here tho!! Altho I am stressed out most of the time, it is comforting to know that I'm the 6th person in my family to be tempted to throw myself into a gorge after a CS prelim (don't worry, I'm not jumpin!) I'm glad I didn't let it stop me- the fact that my reminders of my family are all over the place here. It's good for me, really-all those times my dad dragged me up here when I was a little kid, it made me more comfortable with where I am now.
As for activities, I'm not directly involved in anything-I'm pretty involved in Greek life-I frequent my dad's old fraternity and tend to spend my free time (what there is of it) there, eating their fruit rollups and watching The Family Guy. Guys are funny!!! Esp. these guys, they're like my brothers, they've known me since I was a little soph. in high school! I plan to rush in January, I'm really looking forward to it.
I like the people here, I have branched out just as you did, Jen. I have a bunch of groups I hop back and forth among. I really enjoy having a single room--I come in and out at very odd hours of the day or night, and the explanations would get way too complicated (i.e. "I was with the guys, and we made this fort out of a couch and blankets, and we camped out on the front stoop-so that's why I didn't come home last night!")well, I have some calc to do, I hope all is well with everyone, I can't wait to hear how all of you r doing!! I miss you!! Harvard SSP reunion!! Come to Cornell for Slope Day!!(I sincerely hope you all know what that is!)

october! month of halloween, visits, ultimate tournaments. just curious: who's playing ultimate for their school? i know at least jen, lisa and i are.

small world indeed... evan and aileen from pennypacker are here at columbia... ji-won and anil from stoughton... tim from weld... and more, says tim, but i don't know them. so how is everyone? this blog sure took a nosedive. heh

Dude! I ran into Jeremy today at the dining hall! He's a physics major at CU, and lives across the street from me!! Small world, huh?

hello there! Well, exactly 10 days until I leave for college..the summer went fast, even though I didn't have as exciting of a summer as last year! I worked, at a day camp for the past 7 weeks. This week will be my last, with my veyr own group of five-year-olds. It was irritating, and hard, and scary at times, but all in all, I am glad that I stuck it out. I know this may sound lame, but I feel more confident that I will be a good mom someday. Which is good, because I've always been unsure of how I would handle my own children. Hmm..mostly I just hung out with friends, which was quite a novelty, since it was my first summer at home with them in many years. Oh, and I kept an online diary, which was quite cool, I have something like 42 entries on it, and people actually read it and leave me comments!
Anyway, I am excited about school, but I have to admit that as much as I've said that I want out of this town, I will miss it, and the people that go along with it. In some ways, I'd like to stay, and just throw it all away. But I know that this is our time-the time to go and start something new, and leave the old stuff behind. I'll never forget home, but I think it is time to find a new one--hopefully thta place is Cornell, cause if it isn't--well, I don't feel like inflating my blue chair more than once, guys! Peace out, and let me know college info as soon as you get it!!

Oh, the wonderful feeling of actually having gotten something accomplished-my summer reading is done! But will still have to start looking at calc again, so as not to embarass myself when I take my math placement exam. I tried to teach my friends Ultimate, but to no avail. Guess we'll be playing touch-football for the rest of the summer. Oh well. Hope you are having fun in Malaysia, Lisa!!

oh was it jen's birthday? then happy birthday jen, belatedly.

Happy Birthday Jen!!!

summer crawls by. my nightly ultimate sessions have of late degenerated into squealing in half-darkness as the disc eludes me once more. rubbing knee or elbow or shoulder the wrong way on the grass. but hey. peut-être quelques morceaux de cette rêve qui est mon été sont un peu ennuyants, mais il faut se souvenir que tout ceci vient d'une liberté presque impossible qui est, au fond, quelque chose de merveilleux. donc, cesse de te plaindre.

helllloooooooooooooo?? Is anyone there? Hope everyone's summer is going well. Mine is. Can't wait til the fall though...

e.m. forster: a room with a view, or howards end (which i'm reading now).
neal stephenson: snow crash, the diamond age. fun reads.
harlan ellison: slippage, angry candy. and anything else he's written. good good stuff.

how come no one blogs on fuzzywuzzy anymore?

hehehe... hmm... re pearl harbor... i think i'm just jaded. seen too much and p.h. didn't add anything original to the mix.

well, also i feel that a film has a responsibility to put death in a moral context. otherwise it's boring and senseless. maybe that was the sort of idea that the creators were aiming for... but i wasn't looking for a documentary. it might also be because i had read an article in time about how they digitally added planes and explosions and such, and so might have been focusing on that instead of allowing myself to be immersed in the film.

the opposite of pearl harbor: i really liked enemy at the gates. it used the wwii conflict over stalingrad as a backdrop for a love triangle and an intense personal conflict between two snipers. but hey, to each his own.

annie: dorian gray! that book is great. oh... open question: what book(s) have you always wanted to read, or read and enjoyed immensely? i plan on doing a lot of reading over the summer, and am looking to build a list of recommendations.

Prom tomorrow-wow, the year went fast. Today was my last full day at school, since I'm exempt from all my finals, and all the teachers are doing is reviewing. We're leaving for the shore late tomorrow night, and Lisa, you made me even more stoked to go-since you had such a great time! Hope the weather is good. My summer reading book for CU came in the mail a few days ago. It's a bit...shall we say, dry??!! Oh well, I'll procrastinate that til the end of the summer anyhow. It's so nice, not having to worry about anything anymore, all assignments are in, all tests are taken, now I just go to the mall or the movies every day, and all the senior activities-the senior bbq, awards night, etc. And revel in the fact that for the first time in YEARS, I feel totally free....ahhhhhh

I think people (not just you guys, but Americans as a whole) are being overly critical of Pearl Harbor. I mean, what were you expecting when you paid your $8.75 and bought your popcorn? Of course there was going to be a love story, you can't really feign ignorance on that, because there was even a song out by Faith Hill making that abundantly clear. But I don't get why you criticized the actual war scenes, Lawrence. I think they did a pretty good job, yes, they did show random sailors drowning, but that was REALISTIC-that actually happened that day. I don't understand why being realistic is a cause for criticism. I thought it was sad, I will admit to thinking about how good Josh Hartnett looked, but I don't feel it cause me to like the movie more than I would have if he hadn't been involved. I saw the movie with my brother and my mom, both of whom really liked it and want to see it again. From my brother, it's saying a lot that he voluntarily saw this movie over Shrek, and managed to stay awake for the entire 3 hours, the longest he's been awake for a week or so (he has mono)! I really did like this movie, it made me angry, that such a horrible thing could happen in war, and it made me sad knowing that it was real, not some Hollywood fabrication like Armageddon.
Anyway, I just think that the people as a whole have to just give these people a break. You knew what you were paying for (in both time and money) when you bought that ticket. Sorry if this sounded preachy, but I just had to say it.

welp... hate to be a wetblanket, but i hated pearl harbor. when, halfway through the movie, we had to evacuate cos some little girl pulled a fire alarm, i actually welcomed the break. it was like armageddon in that it took everything that other movies did well, stuck it all together, and ended up with a big mess. the emotional moments were so forced. the strings would kick in, and they'd go to closeup, and i'd think "oh no not again." and the action scenes were strangely sterile. they had all those clips of random people drowning.

the movie would have been ok if it had been an hour shorter. and you know what really cracked me up? (spoiler alert) in the last scene, when the little kid was playing with the flowers and then i realized that the guy's tombstone was right there, in the family's front yard! gack.

you wanna see a really disturbing movie? go watch the deer hunter. or taxi driver.

Wow, all I can say is, GO SEE PEARL HARBOR!! I totally loved it. I went to see it yesterday with my mom and my bro (who just got diagnosed with mono-I feel so bad for him!). Anyway, Josh Hartnett is a very good looking boy, and for the guys-don't let the love story dissuade you, there's much more action than there is romance. Although, the whole thing made me want to go out and rent every other movie Josh Hartnett has ever been in...Hmmm...Hope everyone's weekend is goign well, mine is peachy!

Going to Washington D.C. tomorrow with NHS, but just for the day. Should be fun, despite the fact that I will have to get up at 4:30 a.m. in order to take a shower and get there by 5:45 a.m.! Today was Senior-Takeover Day, which was kind of nice, as this equates with zero work for the rest of us! As for my large group problem, the other thing that is kind of annoying is people's personal vendettas. I guess it's because we're nearing the end of 4 years together, and stuff that people let go for a long time is no longer being just "let go." I'm so glad I'm neutral in pretty much every way-I'm generally the peacemaker, the one who tries to lighten the tension by saying something funny. Wow, we get our yearbooks next week, that's so amazing. I always think of really creative things to say in them, but when I get the book and the pen in my hand, my mind goes blank and I write something corny anyway! I would totally love to come out to Cali, but I don't see it happening in the near future. I'm getting a job this summer, which will take up about 40 hrs a week, and as for now, with graduation, my cruise, prom, Wildwood after prom (is that where you guys go, Lisa?)-I'm totally swamped! I hope the offer will still be open during winter break, spring break, or maybe next summer! It's all going by so fast!

Has anyone ever noticed that the more people there are in your group, the more likely you are to engage in an activity that no one really wants to participate in, but everyone is too polite to say so? I thought of that time we tried to organize a formal dinner at Harvard but everyone ended up arguing and yelling at each other. The end result was a small group of people (7?) going out, because everyone wanted different things. It saddened me on Saturday night to see my close-knit-yet-large group of friends arguing about whether we should go to a karaoke bar, or stay home and watch Bruce Lee movies. It's so close to graduation, and there we are, arguing over something stupid, people leaving in a "huff." The weirdest part was when Dan, the guy who's house we were at, DROVE AWAY! What do you do in a situation like that? Do you go back in the house and act like nothing happened (without your host), or do you leave? We opted for sitting on his driveway until he came back. There needs to be some sort of handbook for things like that, to make people agree to disagree.

wow... huge post!

definitely a mark twain moment for our little blog... "the details of my death have been greatly exaggerated." is that the quote?

i just want to say that i am frothingly jealous of everyone else's ultimate frisbee team. eh heh. but hey, it's basically summer, and so what if i spent last night talking with the girl i like and her friend about the guy she likes (not me)... it's summer, it's summer, and a lifetime of irreversible magic is unfolding before me.

go here: www.bonzibuddy.com
Then go to Products, and download the monkey! It kept us amused for HOURS!

sorry for being snippy. that's not a conversation between lawrence's schizophrenic online aliases. I brought up the title thing.
anybody take the ap chem? there was a question about exploding flour mills. it was kind of bizarre.
anyone taking the government? if I blank, I'm going to make up a supreme court case. 1973, Oscar vs. Mayer, regarding whether my bologna has a first name.

Sorry, Lawrence, the reading list didn't list authors, it just listed books. I assumed that since it was called an autobiography, then it was written by the person whose name appears in the title. Oh well. Back to writing my final paper for Lit-hopefully I'll get the facts right in there! Now if only I could stop reading John Grisham long enough to actually write something.

BLiever23: if I never get a chance to post again, you have to tell the people that the autobiography of miss jane pittman is not an autobiography.
BLiever23: it's not by miss jane pittman.
chute libre: ok
BLiever23: it's by a guy named ernest gaines.
BLiever23: jean commented on how sad it was for an author's autobiography to be on a sixth grade reading list.
chute libre: oh
chute libre: i see

oh right. the song lyrics are from "standing outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand" by primitive radio gods.

doobie doo. someone tell me why i signed up for both ap english tests, because i don't know. damn... today was english language then french language. i actually liked the essay i wrote in french better than the ones i wrote in english. probably because it was a generic topic so there was more to write about. and then, having hopped myself up with 200mg caffeine in the middle of the test, i went home and exercised like a madman. hmm. calc tomorrow. that test will kill me. the numbers will leap off the page and climb over me like lilliputians and inject me with poison that duplicates in my bloodstream at a rate that increases as A(1-e^Bt). i learned more calc from physics than from calc.

so... it's, ah, the ninth of may. only a month or so. and then the world ends/begins, no? oh by the way i'm going to columbia. engineering school. yum yum. how is everyone?

It's from Les Miserables- "I Dreamed a Dream". Spill what yours is, Jen!!

I've come to the conclusion that I must be quote-deficient, as I cannot guess the author to any of those quotes! What about an easier one like, "There was a time when men were kind. When their voices were soft, and there words inviting. There was a time when love was blind. And the world was a song, and the song was exciting." Ho-hum. Another week of school, good luck with APs, everyone, I won't be taking any because CU won't take the credit, so I'll be doing nothing for the next 2 weeks, except calc and some busywork from Lit.Fuzzy is dying, Joint seems to be alive and well!

Today, I went with my anatomy class to a local community college to see some cadavers. At first, I was hesitant to poke around their innards, but I was gradually able to think of them more as bags of organs and bones rather than to real once-alive people. The information given on their tags did make my impersonalizing sort of hard. One was "Ray/mechanic/73"; another was "Lynn/Administrator/81". Thankfully the tags were limited to this information. I'm thinking how weird it would have been if there had been personal info like "He liked picnics.".

Senior Cut Day at my school today-couldn't go to the beach because of bio final, but I did take a 2 hr lunch break! Does anyone know how the scoring works for the essay on AP Bio mock? Because I had a high three with just the multiple choice,and I'm wondering whether I can still get a five, or how well I would have had to do on the essays, etc. Going to Cornell yet again this weekend, this time with my dad. Have a great weekend!

"save tonight" by eagle eye cherry. now name this'un:

"an old friend calls
and tells us where to meet;
his plane takes off from baltimore
and touches down on bourbon street."

Ever wonder whether authors get insulted when their autobiography is put on a 6th grade summer reading list? This thought struck me as I was looking through my brother's required reading, and saw the Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman on the 6th grade level. Hmmm...Year is winding down, things(school related) seem to matter less and less with each passing day. Friends seem to matter more and more, I guess it's because this is it for us, the last 35 days of school, and we go our separate ways (as cliche as that sounds). I am depending on them more. We went to the beach on Saturday and made sand sculptures, played rooftop minigolf, and got lost both on the way there, AND the way home. But the journey is half the fun-who cares if it took us 2 hrs to make a 40 minutes trip?

perhaps your obsession with joint's survival is some manifestation of nurturing instinct, jen. jen the earth mother, watching over the care and feeding of fragile young blogs... not a bad occupation. and all the long flowing dresses you can stomach.

fear, fear, fear. rhymes with beer. hm, yes, that was a completely useless observation. ah well. who knows what will happen. just trust in your own instinct for survival and all will be well. and, um, take up skiing or something.

tonight i had planned to see a movie, maybe "blow" or something, that drug movie with johnny depp. that name seems so unreal.

i used to see movies alone all the time. but lately i have gotten into the habit of seeing them with other people. i called a friend from the movie theater payphone, asking what he was doing. he was studying for ap's. he suggested other people to call and in doing so neatly defined the boundaries of my paltry social universe. the same boundaries that i might have chosen myself, save one or two exceptions. and so after hanging up i found myself not at all ready to watch a movie.

so i went driving. this car thing: what a strange sort of freedom. i'm still unused enough to it that i will never choose to go home early. instead i will drive. i ended up at vassar college, lying on the grass and looking at stars. at least poughkeepsie doesn't have much light pollution. saw what might have been the big dipper. a girl came over and asked if i was ok. later, someone yelled "are you dead?" i responded in the negative.

as long as you realize that you're focusing too much on potential negatives that very likely won't appear, you're fine. beach boys? boston? who knows? you'll find someplace and settle, or become some female version of strider or something. insecurity is something easy to solve from the outside though. so what do I know? must pass rest of high school with integrity.

It's hot here!! Finally!! 83 degrees-wahoo! But at the same time, downside of hot is your car turning into an oven in the parking lot (can't figure out how to use the AC either, damn Germans!), and having to be in school, instead of lying on a chaise lounge in your backyard. My Cornell acceptance is being mailed today...it's finally over...

Lisa--join new site!

oh, was kat in paris also? how weird. so was i! i just got back today in fact from sunny nice in the south of france. a school trip. forgot to tell you people.

and of course all that college shite was waiting for me. the updated score: accepted by columbia, rejected by princeton and stanford, waitlisted by harvard and yale. eh.

I found Dante more than a little vengeful...I wouldn't want to get on his bad side..I'm reading The Chosen

I just began reading the divine comedy. you know what?
it's not very funny.

Anyone else have an unnatural fear of the mailman? I spent an hour today just driving around so I wouldn't have to come home and check the mail. I wish my last two rejections would just get here already, so I can move on with my life!! Aaaaahhh!

I talked to Kat last night, she'll be in Paris all of next week, she's leaving Friday.She sends you all hugs and kisses, and is sorry she can't reunion if there is one!

jen meant april 5th!!

whoa for a second jen i thought you meant "april fools, i actually got into stanford." hehe. a friend of mine also got waitlisted today... nothing for me tho. maybe it got lost in the mail. grr. i had been thinking, "oh i'm a better student than her so i will probably get in." but now that i know jen has also been waitlisted, that idea bubble has burst.

jen, whenever you said mar, you meant may, right? may 11... hmm. that's ap week. but if i can i will... i smell a reunion... and you mean "jason and i have been going out." (lawrence the grammar nerd strikes again!)

I also am morbidly curious. My list is: Cornell, Boston U, Brandeis,U of MD College Park, VaTech, GaTech. Rejected by Tufts and Boston College(extremely embarassing, I know, being a Catholic and all!). Still waiting: Harvard, UVa, Penn

i for one am morbidly curious about what colleges everyone has gotten into. my list is swarthmore, brown, rice, reed, carnegie mellon. rejected from mit.

Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I've posted anything. I've been reading this really interesting book called the Indigo Children, which deals with the social and intellectual changes that have shown up in our generation, and the ones that came after us. Their observations actually make sense, although their methods of dealing with the changes seem a bit holistic. Anyway, it makes for a good read...I know we're all (except maybe Annie!) looking to next week with a mixture of dread and anticipation...Good luck everyone, and wish me luck-- Harvard, Penn, and UVa have yet to pass judgment on me

this omega number thing seems really odd. it's like finding the one thing that you can't calculate, and inferring thus that it exists at all levels. he even says that it's just his hunch. and besides, this whole thing about mathematicians accepting things as true has been around ever since axioms came into being.
y'all read flatland? it's about dimensions, which isn't really the same thing with the super omegas, but it's close enough.
enjoy yourselves.

i'm back to lucid00.port5.com. if anyone cares.

wanna confuse the hell out of yourself? read about the omega number.

take off every zig! you know what you doing... MOVE ZIG.

there's really no explanation... it's just freakishly funny for some reason. and for some reason it hit critical mass and became a fad, even making an appearance in time magazine.

damn my blog is pissing me off. stupid hosting provider is acting all screwy. i guess you get what you pay for.

fokpz gsbodf, lawrence. has anyone else seen this "all your base are belong to us" thing? what the hell is going on?

To go to school or not to go to school? I'm coughing up a storm, maybe it's allergies, maybe it's something worse? But I feel like I'm dying, and I'm driving everyone in my classes nuts! But I feel so bad about just not showing up tomorrow. I know it's legitimate, but I keep thinking, what if I miss something of vital importance, and then fail a quiz or test because of it? I know it's dumb to worry about that, I'm a second semester senior, I'm supposed to be cutting, it's my duty! But old habits die hard. And I keep thinking, if I keep my As, then I'll get exempt from finals! (Do you guys have senior exemption?) Aaah, I guess I'll stay home! I wish it were warm here, it hits 50 and we get excited! It's supposed to rain here (heavy heavy rain!) for the rest of the week,and then get really cold again...oh well, spring will come eventually!(and so will college acceptances and rejections--2 weeks--Dear GOD!) A question: What would you think if you didn't get an acceptance letter from a college, but a catalog of their undergrad courses appears in your mailbox? I was baffled!

I think my sine curve is bigger than most, I have wonderful highs, but then I hit really awful lows. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm too much of a romantic, expecting the impossible, and falling too easily, building people up and putting them on pedestals, creating images they can never live up to. But sometimes I'm just the opposite, really receptive one minute, and the next aloof. Funny, I think that's what TheSpark.com said about me, too. Hmmm, I guess it's more accurate than I thought!
As for Cornell, yes, I'm relieved. Thanks for letting me share that with you guys, I was totally flabbergasted when I opened that magical (yet thin) envelope, I could barely comprehend its meaning! I've been sleeping a lot, and not doing much else. I guess it's because this huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. And to think I almost threw that letter away! Now I'm looking forward to beach weather, and Jen coming to visit! I'm trying not to fall asleep in any of my classes, with more success in some than others...Why can't we graduate NOW???!!!

lawrence - yes, i think i have a serious case of graphic-design envy when i view designiskinky and the like. i can't believe i've never taken an art class in my high school. i really should have, but never found the time. cool links, by the way.
Jean - congradulations, dearie. so now you'll be coasting for the rest of the year? not as though that's not what we're all already doing. but still, congrats.
Eric - battlebots are cool. I think the most effective robots are the spinners; as long you protect the wheels; and really practice steering effectively... If only there were some way to retain mobility WHILE spinning. hrm.
lisa - i agree with your sine curve analogy. i think my magnitude is probably on the small side. it's something that i should probably work on expanding. i certainly don;t want to be like some people i know who have such small magnitudes that they live in a sort of a state of numbness... where nothing really bad happens, but nothing really good can happen either. like democracy.

love is a funny thing. a scary thing. so I won't mention it further.
how y'all doing? enjoy any good dim sum? well, I haven't.
after this one place closed in nyc, there aren't any more places to go. my mom told me that she had found a good one. I just went.
is it so much to ask for a dim sum establishment with a little class? a little comfort and seating room? some hot food? ah so.
forgive me, all. I'm just looking for some good food.
and for a month in may, instead of going to school, I'm building a battlebot. design ideas and potential names are welcome.

congratulations jean! that's awesome.

A Cornell acceptance! I had to tell you guys! Love you all!

Ohmigod, Jen, the first few lines of that book was the subject of one of the choices we had for writing our Cornell essays! I knew that sounded familiar! Anyway, in answer to Lisa, I also live in NJ (and it is OH so pleasant!), Old Bridge, to be exact, in Middlesex county (central NJ). Where are you in relation to me? I think I'm in love, so don't feel bad, Annie! You are not alone! Only my love isn't the good kind of love, it's the sad kind. He's totally wrong for me in every possible way, and I know it will end badly, but... I just can't help myself. Well, I'm going to go study for bio, and maybe watch a Hitchcock movie, they always make me feel better! Have a great weekend, all!

jason, your high school's server has some pretty cool software. the 404 page searches for possible correct links, like when the link to one of your stories didn't have an ".html" and the 404 page suggested it. that's awesome! not to mention that your high school provides hosting.

ooh ok why haven't i blogged here recently? must be because i've been pulling my hair out lamenting my busy life or something... speaking of which, i finally decided that i complain too much. i imagine that everyone around me secretly wishes i would shut up.

two days off for me... two days of thinking, gosh i have lots of work to do, i should stop playing computer games. just fired off an email to a prof begging for an extension on this paper due tomorrow based on a video i haven't seen yet.

jason... i like your page, and am jealous that you are not afraid of colors, unlike me. fonts! fonts are what i need. eh. spent all yesterday redesigning and relaunching and it's still ugly.

you know what i realized? that i unconsciously idolize the graphic designers whose pages i see on the web. and without any real thought at all i think i unconsciously desire to become like them. hence messing with photoshop and such. but wait? me, artist? hahahahaha no... so it's strange that i unconsciously set goals for myself this way. does anyone else? i find i do this with breakdancers too. instead of emulating pop stars, i suppose, since i don't watch tv.

Ahhh...my second snow day of the week, my third of the season. Hey east coast ppl, wasn't this blizzard a bit disappointing? I feel kinda let down by those meteorologists...well, I'm going to go sleep some more-take advantage while I still can!

the world is becoming a brighter place. literally. at least in my corner of it. anyways. time to slather on that sunscreen, my fellow californians.
Life is getting more Interesting.
who wants to see a shell of jason's site? i know i do.

New Dave CD yesterday! Jean is VERY happy. 'Nuff said!

Jean is also a procrastinator. She has a bio test tomorrow and started screaming plant vocabulary at her family at dinner (Damn pericycle!! Stele you!) I guess that's when you know your life is sad. When cuss words are replaced with biological terms. an image: eyes closed, the sound of artificial waves crashing. Bright yellow mats, the sound of people breathing--yoga in gym class!

Steph's email is indwindex@aol.com. That is, after industrial-strength windex.

Here I am! I haven't blogged here in awhile. I just got back from UMaryland, my supposed safety school, which was surprisingly impressive. To the point where I'm re-thinking my major, what I want to do with my life after graduation, where I want to go to school, etc. Hmmm...just when you think you have it all planned out....SPLAT!!! (or maybe boom). Did you ever notice how when you go for a long drive somewhere, the last hour on the ride home is always the longest? I thought I would die of boredom, I was completely sick of every CD I brought, and it was too dark to read. I hope everyone had a wonderful 3-day weekend, full of much needed rest&relaxation. I know I did!
An image: huge brick buildings standing like sentries against the pink and purple horizon. College kids running to and fro, trying to get out of the cold. It's sunset at UMd....

howdy steph... i could just add you to the list of authors, if no one minds that you weren't with us over the summer... vote on asking steph to join commencing now... caucus of one... ayes? aye. nays? ..... the ayes have it. ok. what's steph's email address again?

in case anyone was wondering, and especially if no one was, here is the photo i mentioned in my last entry, of kelvin and the moon.

hello out there-- partial figments of my imagination and partial vicariously appreciated friends. Steph here-- uh. . .I'm Hason and Jen's friend in our lonely, utterly boring quiet little mountain town (::break out into South Park style song::) Right. . .actually the "mountain" around here is getting quite a bit of snow, which is a well-needed change of pace, despite the fact that I'm freezing my little Cali-grown ass off right now! Jason and I are in computers and he offered that I make a "guest appearance" in this highly acclaimed blog. (I hope this is ok with everyone.) Anyway, question: cause I know you all can appreciate it. Recently our school district scrapped evolution from mandatory biology concepts. Of course, my AP Bio teacher is having a hernia about it. My theory is at this point-- we've gotta be evolving backward right? I mean neaderthals had larger brains than us and were clearly more physically adapted. . .so who's to say that we're even evolving forward? It's really subjective. . .and what about this idea that we might be the end of the line? Anyway, just random thoughts. OK. . . I think I'm overwhelmed by the dorkiness in this room-- ugh, to realize your senior year that you're starting the live in the computer lab making jokes about programming with dorky computer guys. . . no offense to jason or anything (he's always excluded from my insults).
(Jason's turn now): Hrm. backward evolution. That end of the line comment is kind of arrogant. Well, maybe because it's self-imposed by our culture & technology, but certainly not because we're the apex of evolution. Technically, all members of orthodox religions are the most evolutionarily fit, because they reproduce at the greatest rates. Eventually, they'll take over all democracies on earth and destabalize the world... but don't get me started on that rant. Anyways, none taken steph. as always. none taken.

sexual chocolate? hmm... well, at least he certainly isn't as heavily hyped as the more popular ones, seeing as how his name hasn't ever floated to my layman's ears... it seems like the last largely white "athletic" event. of course i'm probably generalizing like a lawnmower and will get burned for my silliness... ah well.

ah eric... your book title game entertained an entire math class one day last week... while our teacher sat roiling in confusion over a problem that wasn't working out, a friend and i shouted titles across the room... movie titles too, like the thin red line and saving private ryan. (!) ah, second semester seniorness...

but i think i've overloaded on clubs... our science olympiad team qualified for the state competition by the skin of its teeth... i'm always sleepy when i come home from school... and i stopped doing all my financial aid apps. i probably wouldn't have qualified anyway, but it still feels sort of wrong to just forget about them... and then there are scholarships, which my dad's been nagging me about.

this blog jaded/faded already? alas, alas... tis not true... for we have merely grazed the edge of the rising bread loaf of... of... what exactly is it that this blog does, anyhow? theorem? that everything's about the cultivation/redirection/amplification of energies real or imagined... then what of this blog? just another manifestation of the reality tv fad? a nexus of introspection, paradoxically made public? that in the reflected light of others' lives we see more clearly our own. or at least, perhaps, splashed with new color, familiar shapes take on hidden meanings.

(an aside: stickernation. great fun.)

as for love at first sight... nah. it just doesn't seem plausible to affirm the things that i might value in a relationship in a very short time.

there was an article in the times magazine by andrew sullivan decrying the concept of romantic love as a construct forced upon modern society and responsible for much discontent and sadness. not that i agree with it necessarily but it was interesting.

image: having renewed his obsession with photography lawrence finds himself walking to his car with a friend of his. the moon is full in a cloudless sky. lawrence asks his friend, whom we shall call kelvin, to stand still, facing away from the moon as if trying to discern some faraway apparition. the picture that results frames kelvin's head and the moon in the distance. everything is brighter than it should have been, and tinted green. the moon as a streetlight in a terrarium overrun with algae, and kelvin as the peon who one day awakes to limitless power.

I hate to inform you of this and dispel your line of wonder, but there is in fact at least one black pro wrestler. he goes by the name of sexual chocolate. that's about love, right? ;P

"The Breakfast Penis"? "Penis at Tiffany's"? "I Want to Hold Your Penis?" Hmm, that last one is a bit too dirty for my taste, so I think I'll stop there! I don't know about love at first sight, I'm probably not the best authority on romance, since I tend to enjoy the "chase" more than the actual "capture." As of now, I have 2 prom dates, neither of whom know about each other, and I don't want to go with either! My probelm is, people interpret my niceness as flirtatious overtures. It's so hard for me to have male friends, they keep getting the wrong idea! But enough seriousness for now! It is going to be 53 degrees here tomorrow! I am SO excited!! What a nice day to go searching for birthday presents for this triple birthday party I'm going to! Sorry this blog was kinda jumping from one topic to another, sometimes I wonder whether I have ADD...

I think your teacher was trying not to lower anyone's self-esteem. speaking of penises, though...
here's a silly little game. take book titles, or movie titles, whatever you want. and insert the word "penis." I'll start you all off.
the penis also rises.
lather. rinse. repeat. and repeat. and repeat.

i am the walrus! googoo kachoo!

wow, I just saw the coolest thing on A&E. it was this whole documentary thing called "The Unknowwn Jesus." Now I'm not usually one for faith and church, and things like that, but I started watching this, and I got interested. I think it was because there wasn't someone telling me what to believe, it was a bunch of scholars speculating on what COULD be true. That's more my style. They talked about Him having brothers and sisters, and being married. The whole thing just fascinates me, how there's this huge mystery no one can ever solve. Maybe it's because I read so many Nancy Drews when I was little--The Secret of the Old Clock, and whatnot! Did any of you read those? She was always doing stupid things, like going places alone when she knew that someone could get her extremely easily, and her father and boyfriend Ned would always save the day. Hmmm...male dominance in literature strikes again! I had a Penn interview today, I thought it went quite well, I wore the necklace you sent me, Jen! I couldn't find it just before the interview, and I started going crazy! I was crawling around my room in my dress clothes, and finally found it buried under discarded post-it notes on my dresser! well, I'm gonna go pray for snow now, later, y'all!

you're cold? what about me? it's still freezing over here.

yay, jen is coming... wow. i think i'll probably have about 5 full school days in the month of april, what with all the trips i'm taking that month. french trip during spring break, a brown orientation april 17 and 18 (if i don't get in anywhere else...) and some other trips to nyc with school groups and such. but hopefully i can find a free day or so to hang out with jen and eric. april...

walt whitman is good... that sample you posted, anyway... i find that at times he gets too verbose for me. while we're on the subject of poets: t.s. eliot and e.e. cummings.

here's an image for you: she lifts the sandwich to her mouth and takes a bite. then she feels the fingernail on her tongue. eww. hehe

technology rules. i am blogging from a laptop in school unencumbered by any wires. the only hint of anything interesting is the pair of small antennae coming out of the pcmcia slot. yay for technology with a purpose! doing science, not just learning stupid excel. hah.

wah so tired. so busy so busy. oh man, eric: seanbaby? not seanbaby. i found that a long time ago and it, um, frightened me i suppose.

I wonder how I can win the natural lottery.

One more final....just one more...and I am FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! WOOHOO!! Of course, my Bio final is my last final, but don't worry people, even if I decided to jump out the window, I'll be fine, we're on the first-story! You were saying you felt like a pet on a leash, Eric, but what if you WERE on a leash? I went to the mall on Friday night and I saw this kid whose parents had him on a leash...hmmmm..I don't know, it seemed a little strange..do you think they sell special leashes for children, or are they just dog leashes used for another purpose? And if they are different leashes, where would you buy them? Would you walk into Sears and say, "Yeah, I'm looking for a leash for my kid, he's about yay-big, kind of a thick wrist though. What do you have in the BIG kids department?" The whole thing is a little bizarre-what is this world coming to?

gung hay fat choy. man see sing ee. all the cantonese people in the house, woo. "evah-lee-wan?" what are you, tai mai shu? I notice that there are people in the world that I have never met who are perfectly willing to give me money. why?
I feel like a pet on a leash. must get job.
Seanbaby.com. trust me. I heard about this freshman girl who skied into a tree and got amnesia, so I thought aloud, "you know, there's only one thing you need to remember about amnesia. damn." some people thought that was funny, others offensive. but here's the thing: is it possible to be funny without offending someone? excluding puns on weird english language things, of course. yeah, it's senior year. why am I still working with the same diligence as before? maybe because I can't go any lower.
heh. time to burn. like paper. I accidentally inhaled the smoke from this paper I'd rolled up like a cigarette and lit, and it stung like a set of very small, sharp cleats swung around and around by the laces.
so don't smoke anything.

Q: How far can you walk into a senior year?
A: Halfway, 'cause after that you'd be walking out of a senior year.

hallo evah-lee-wan... gosh i haven't blogged here for a while. but i've been blogging like mad on the other one; seems like more and more i'm getting this "way too late to be up and i'm sick and have homework and am procrastinating and pondering nothingthoughts and dreaming of being literary" shite. hmm. so, yeah, go comment on my silly waste of time stortrooper and then go make your own. or not. but hey, we're all second-semester seniors. so we have time to burn.

haha not me. i have mock trial and science club and yearbook still. and this eastcoast weather gave me a cold and a headache. oh well.

slightly belated gong xi fa cai (the proper pinyin, hehe) everyone. image: for no reason at all, the swaying rear end of a yellow chevy van ahead of you, emblazoned with some repairman's logo. you're not driving, so you have the luxury of aiming your camera and taking a picture. the van and you part ways at the next intersection.

Jean is very tired. Jean just started her finals today. She has her calc final tomorrow::cringe!::. She should be studying, but she just got up form her 2 hour nap, and she's too groggy to do anything but post a blog or play with her TI-85. Ok, out of third person, now!! So my art final was extremely bizarre, I was expecting something written, or even a large sculpture, but she threw candy on our desk and told us to draw it "realistically, then eat it." So I ended up spending 2 hours perfecting my tootsie roll pop, and pondering the point of it all...anyway, I must go, and procrastinate some more and review! A curse upon all of you who are finished-bah!! j/k, May the schwartz be with you!! *Maybe the dingo ate your baby!*-Elaine-Seinfeld

I took my last couple finals today. I didn't exactly pass with flying colors but perhaps my colors had sufficient thrust to hover around a bit. No major celebrations though... after my econ final I had to do 3 hours of C++
programming to make up for some missed assignments. How's that for anticlimax? I had to stay in school until most everyone was gone. It was a little depressing crossing the barren parking lot to get to my car. The only thing there was only the occasional puddle. Even the scavenging parking-lot seagulls had already gone home.
Still, I am pleased. There is so much cool stuff that must be done: do things with criminally-neglected friends, make myself a website, watch some movies, and on a more whimsical note (not really) try my hand at some wannabe Picasso-ish cubist art. So much promise. almost Too much.
HA Ha. Microsoft was hacked (allegedly) and all its sites have been down for... oh wait, just checked, it's up now. Darn. Well, it was funny while it (allegedly) lasted. Um, yeah.
The Backstreet Boys don't suck as much now.
i can;t believe i just said that...

distribution = random. I haven't decided yet, because I still need to test a kernel, they tell me. it's almost chinese new year. woo.
happy birthday to everyone.
I was thinking the other day that depression is funny. therefore, if I ever get depressed, I realize that it's all quite absurd, laugh, and cease being depressed. it's the best self-defense mechanism there is.
wouldn't it be funny if you opened a fortune cookie, and it said, "Behind you!" or "Look out below!" or "Hello." or "Be afraid." or "All signs point to yes." or "You're going to be hungry again in an hour: order now!"
"Your soul is mine!" "Drive safely." "Yo' momma." "Thank you for saving me! It was terribly cramped in there!" or, from Garfield, "A runaway hubcap will lodge itself up your nose."
so many bud commercials. it's for bud ice. dooby dooby doo, scooby doo, where are you?
a challenge from dostoyevsky: try to spend the next thirty seconds not thinking about a blue-eyed polar bear.
the second semester came, and there was great rejoicing throughout the land.

Ack!! hello everyone!! I miss you!! so, here I am, on a saturday night/very early sunday morning, waiting for the snow that may never come(or it may have come, and I just don't see it cause it's dark!) I wish it were spring....Oh well!! Midyear grade reports are being sent out on Monday!!(for me at least!) So technically, I should no longer have to worry, but I probably will anyway, because I am Jean-the obsessive-compulsive girl who put index cards on the walls-hear me roar! Hehe, I dragged out my old nintendo about a month ago, and I've been playing really intense games of Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt(a.k.a.the game that never ends!). Too bad you guys can't come over and play!! My brother and I have been getting really violent when we play-so maybe it's better that you guys don't come over-you may never leave. Anyway, I should go to bed, g'night all! Happy late birthday Lisa!

happy birthday lisa! or, happy before-birthday.

linux, is it, eric? what distribution? well... i'll tell you that i've tried it. it's one of those things i have no reason to learn but i want to anyway. the kind of thing for which i put off important work. but for some reason it never quite caught on with linux. i still have it on my hard drive, in any case... maybe someday when i have more time i'll return.

speaking of which, am i the only one who feels nearly overwhelmed with work of late? i suppose it's my own fault, doing so many clubs and all.

wow. I've decided tonight to learn and install linux, and stuff. it seems rather difficult, but I've just learned that everything can be seen as a file. as data.
help at all? interesting at all? but what about the hard drive that the os operates on? is that device a file too? hmm...
no visions or images. just confusion and the impression that something indescribably cool is this close to my comprehension.

to change the html for this page you have to go to blogger and edit the template, not do it from geocities.

ah... the cult of "bonk-boko-bono-bon-bon" is spreading... haha...

battle angel alita. i read part of it a while ago... ever read ghost in the shell? i think it might be by the same author/illustrator. masamune shirow, for which there are many fan pages on the web. i love that postapocalyptic stuff... more and more i believe that there's a yearning within me for excitement because my life is too boring. everything i experience is literary, not in the sense of having any certain quality, but in the sense that it's vicarious, imagined, sucked up through print and moving media. while i plod away through life heroes in books and movies thunder in my head. if only i were detached enough from reality to completely submerge myself in fantasy forever. or, if only i were a superhero. heh.

and then what's worse is i'm beginning to lose the ability to distinguish between fact and fiction. the idea of war, starvation, terrible human suffering is the same to me when it comes in a newspaper and in a novel. there's something wrong with that. but i don't think it's a problem i alone suffer. there's too much information in this world and not enough reality. or something.

how strange one's life appears when he traces the origins of an event back to its source. i'm reading invisible cities, by italo calvino. it's... well... largely over my head, i suppose. heh. i'm certainly enjoying it but i don't know if i'm really getting all i can out of it. then: italo calvino. avant-garde italian author. why? because an essay in the application to amherst quoted from a novel of his. it was... interesting. damn my inarticulate babbling. and even tho i never did apply to amherst i bought the book. liked it. bought others. hm.

quarter ending this month. this means: french skit, government project, english essay, physics final, math final, beginning of philosophy class at vassar, end of stupid computer apps class, father's birthday, computer show, dubya's inauguration, financial aid deadlines. as if i qualify. whew.

image: he sights along the crudely hewn barrel, then backs off in case the makeshift propellant malfunctions. throws the lever and the cannon roars, spewing fire. the vodka bottle vanishes in a spray of light.

dammit, I tried to change the mailto that says "join us." to "join us. don't be afraid." and possibly add "we will not come to your home and eat your brains." but it won't change. also, I am becoming increasingly aware that "bonk-boko-bono-bon-bon" is insanely cute. cartoon raccoons are immensely cute. so cute I believe I will have to go to chinatown and try to buy stickers of cartoon raccoons playing their stomachs. must nap now.

the economist praised counterstrike and cited it as evidence that the most popular multiplayer game is more about strategy than mindless violence. one cannot run into a room, guns blazing to win etc. I'm going to be deleting one of jen's entries now, because she posted it twice. actually, considering my mental capacity right now, at 6:11 in the morning, after having written a very disturbing story using the framing story technique excessively in only three pages in which there is an anal retentive toddler with oedipal feelings strong enough to arm wrestle, a neurotic and psychotic and oedipal high schooler, and a psychotic high school teacher, I am too drained and frightened by the shitty quality of my story, I will probably not be able to successfully purge jen's excess essay from our collective space. I will do my best to inhibit free expression, however.
I would like to share something that a friend of mine came up with. "Hi, Carson, I'd like to request Britney Spears, "From the Bottom of My Broken Heart" because I have a deviated septum and I know what it's like to have a broken heart. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
I'd also like to share my thought about the anal retentive toddler, aspiring artist. he takes a dump in the toilet, leaves it, and calls it "Crapsody in Blue."
My teacher is going to committ me. fantasy worlds rock. who hasn't personally acted out the lord of the rings?

image: Crapsody in Blue, framed by a white porcelain bowl. good night, everybody. I'm going to fall on my face now.

i made everyone an admin. so you can edit the html and add new team members and such. be careful eh. i hope no one will ever mad and delete everyone else. but that's the nature of trust.

wow. ultra-beautiful. $10,000 for blogger, and i haven't even donated yet. speaking of money... speaking of work... hmm. i need a job. all the more now because my dad's worried i'm not learning about fiscal responsibility and is poised to demand that i earn my own allowance for the first year of college. aw, you mean i have to earn something? damn, i was just getting used to getting everything from my parents. hmm.

ah... wasting crazy time reading books... of late i've been reading like a madman. instead of sleeping. dunno why, but at least now i can't complain that i'm losing my reading habit. the other day i picked up speaker for the dead at 11:30 pm and read until 2:30 in the morning. (when my dad noticed. heh.)

bonk-boko-bono-bon-bon. hehehehehehehe... ah... so inexplicably drawn to these cute little japanese cartoony animal things. wait a minute. the economist? counterstrike? wow. what'd they say?

thanks for the bra advice too. I've been looking.
wait, no I haven't.
the economist wrote an article about counter-strike. the freakin' economist. ice cream? perhaps chocolate peanut peanut butter, because if I were to be an ice cream, fated to melt in someone's mouth hopefully, I would want to bring as much joy to as many people as possible, and for those of you who haven't have peanut butter chocolatey ice cream with chocolate covered peanuts, that particular flavor WILL bring the most joy to everyone.
including people with peanut allergies.
ESPECIALLY people with peanut allergies. forbidden joy before death. mmm...lawrence is also too lazy too work out...it's justifiable.
although I did play basketball yesterday. in the snow. that got unpleasant very quickly. stupid. fragments.
I'm in school right now. probably less bored than those of you in stupid computer applications courses, but screwed for work and bitching rather than working because it's more entertaining. have fun slumping, all of you.

oh yeah. if anyone wants to share a file as i just did, just login at geocities with "hv002000," etc. and go to "file manager" or "upload."

hmm. behind me some moron is playing a gunshot sound over and over with powerpoint. no bitterness. at least this is a semester course.

welcome lisa! yay! our little family is growing. hehe.

hm. while we're on the topic of frustration and futility and such, i might as well bring up my stupid "computer apps" class. which i'm only taking cos my school won't accept the harvard credit from the summer. policy. right. stupid fucks. yeah here's my best work from the class so far. learning how to make a powerpoint show. ooo. (needs powerpoint to view, evidemment.)

hmm. i have a hard time thinking of blogger eating my entries as a good thing... always very irritating, and i can never work up the effort to write the same entry a second time. same with email. ah well. here's an image: swatches of black hair on barbershop tile, and a new face in the mirror. ambivalence.

gee... a few days ago I thought I had blogged something, but looking back I guess it must have gone to that graveyard that things that the net swallows up tend to go. Anyway, that doesn't matter. But "the Practice" is on right now so I'm going to do a quick entry - a drive-by blogging if you will. Jen's ice cream flavor question... tough one. I don't know, but I'm not going to stew over it. With these things, it's best to just have an answer even if it is arbitrary, and then keep it until you find a better one. So I am pistachio. Hear me roar. Anyway, I thought that I'd kick back after my apps were mailed, but it looks like I'm going to be running until the end of the semester. Funny, how each time I think relief's on the way, it gets delayed a little longer. Great. Now I sound bitter. too bad, I'm too lazy to edit that last part out. And now you know the rest of the story. Be good and observant, folks. rawr.

hey. my blog for a media update and a question on religious experiences.

wow! cool! blogs springing up like mushrooms in the rain. you know... jen, i'm infinitely jealous of you right now because you have warm sunsets and twilights to write of. for my writing, i have slush and hard grey skies. granted, grey skies have given me writing-food before, but i would so much rather be warm. tomorrow's high is 41 fahrenheit. which is a lot warmer than it's been.

aversion to driving?? not me, oh hell no not me. i've only been able to drive once this week cos my dad's been needing the car. i put it to, eh, good use too, roaring down route 9 like a madman (or a reckless teenager), imagining the other drivers giving me the finger. but it's not about recklessness... it's all about control. precision. i'm always exploring my limits.

hey, i don't have pecs either. in fact, my younger brother's probably stronger than i am. he's also taller. but i can't help that. must... work... out... eh.

ice cream... um... green tea with a swirl of jalapeno. generally placid and pleasantly bland, but biting when necessary. perhaps more than necessary.

I seem to have forgotten the link in my exuberance.
I don't just like it, I love it.
don't click if you have a good opinion of me.

welcome to the weekend, everybody. I had written this long, ranting entry, but it got killed by purgatory. I am Small. I have no pecs. The Pecless wonder, if you will. No-Pec Shakur.
the god thing's interesting. my sister was expressing her fear while watching that ad for christian rock with all the entranced singers. I think, jen, "some guy" once said that he didn't believe in god, but he was scared of him. that might be a belief system; to hedge your bets, you pray to all gods. just in case it's allah instead of some other guy/girl/state of being.
lawrence is adorable. we're all adorable. you know, I think fear inspires hatred more often than awe. maybe beauty's terrible and painful because we want more. or I want more. Dostoyevsky thinks a lot of things. what makes things beautiful? perhaps the fulfillment of some selfish desire. unfortunately, I don't like that line of reasoning because it leads to the assertion that mother teresa wasn't really charitable, but helping suffering people answered some need of her own. Of course, I don't like that liine of reasoning on the other line because I can't dismiss the argument because I don't like the conclusion.
btw, I did wind up making my own stupid li'l blog for no reason.

Wednesday, January 03, 2001

Hello all,
I haven't got much time so I'm making this as quick as possible. Since Monday, I've been in the labrinth (of my room) attempting to work non-stop on various homework and academic-realted things. Why? Good question. I was scheduled to go on a 5 day trip (Mon-Fri) to mexico with my family, but my parents decided that it would be more beneficial to me if I were to stay at home and study for those same 5 days. So here I am. Originally, they wanted me to not tell anyone that I had changed my plans, unplug my phone, not go online, and not go out. What we worked out was that I'd tell my friends I'm home but unavailable and I'd limit my online time though I still have to keep my phone unplugged and not go anywhere. So all in all, I feel sad that I don;t get to do things with my friends, but I also recognize that this is probably the best thing I could do for the sake of my faltering semester grades. My... aren't I a good Asian boy.
This blog has turned out quite a bit longer than I intended it to go. Well then. I like blood too. I like getting my blood drawn, actually. And not because it's an kind of altruistic thing to do (although that makes it good as well). I like holding the little packet of blood that they take out of you and feeling its weight and warmth. It's perhaps weird but I somehow enjoy it. The Eric that's been making entries... would that happen to be big or small? I didn't get to know either very well so perhaps someone could lend me a clue. I suppose that this blogging thing has been the closest thing to contact with actual people that I'll have until (hopefully) Friday... possibly Sunday. Enjoy freedom, fellows.

yay hurray! content! ah... i feel so paternal all of a sudden. like i did with those freshmen on the ultimate team before they got annoying. (hey i wrote a stanford essay on that.) hmm.

jen, you've never had a bloody nose before? wow. you're sheltered and i have bad veins. or something. and... not that i necessarily believe this, but about blood not being beautiful because everyone has it... maybe it's beautiful and only a select few notice it. haha, you're not l337 (elite) like me and jen. and... umm... merriam-webster says the word is "stichomythia," with an "i." but interesting nonetheless. like in le bourgeois gentilhomme when cleonte, covielle, lucile, and nicole are arguing. ok pointless reference.

cmon jason spill the beans. heh

jen, that last post was (thrillingly? appallingly?) self-aware, maybe even self-devouring, like the serpent-eating-its-tail motif they use on rings and such. fascinating.

dancing around oneself. hm.

True to form, I notice after posting that I used a gerund, "editing," instead of a verb of the perfect tense. I could edit it, but that would be, to borry jen's terms, almost whorish, if I were being paid. no, I will simply point out my error to all four people who might stumble upon it themselves. also, I was not aware that the blogger field supported in-text html. I also was not aware that I remembered how to make links. the refreshing orange text shows otherwise, though. don't click on it! it's not a real web site! I was just commenting on the little "insert link" button that blogger very conveniently provides at the top of the screen. they're nice folk, huh? lulling us into a sense of security with their easy buttons. I realize now that blogger goes by pacific time, and, according to them, I should've gone to sleep a long time ago. but I can't, because I'm busy blogging and preparing to do work due last month. I think I'm taking up a lot of space now. perhaps to follow in the lawrence way and make my own blog...interesting...very interesting...

I believe this is a new one. may frith strike me if I'm wrong. hey, jen, I'm getting blood drawn today for the third time in a year. doctors know what's wrong with you? they have no idea with me. so, because my mom thinks I'm too tired, they're going to take blood from me.

um.

I'm no doctor, but that didn't work the last two times. btw, blood isn't that gorgeous. if it were that special, why does everyone have it?

btw, we're not whores. we do it for free. it's not terribly philisophical or deep, but it's true. lawrence isn't paying me shit. he ain't not gonna do nothin'. you know, this 1/1/01 shit sucks. it's not as fascinating to me. we should shorten it to 1/1/1. if you can hack the automatic date thingie to display 1/1/1, that would be awesome. of course, it's the second now. damnation.

also, I accidentally editing my first post out. yes, silly eric. silly, silly eric. I never edit intentionally; I send other people my stuff and have them read it. of course, because I didn't want anyone stealing my college essays, which I feared out of temporary paranoia, I didn't send them to anybody and sent them all out without review. consequently, the university of chicago will shortly receive a "favorites" list that includes the category, "Favorite misrepresented Italian philosopher." A free prize to the first person who thinks of the thinker I thought of.
Simplicitosity
word of the day: stychomythia. what does it mean? look it up.

Wow. This is neat. I'm not sure what to write. Actually, I don;t have that much time to "blog" anything right now. I have to hurry and get asleep so I can get up early and do homework for the entire day and repeat this process for the next 5 days. Why? Well, for reasons that I don;t have time to go into right now. Maybe Jen can tell you about it. er, yeah. Happy new year everyone. It's a kind of meaningless holiday but fun nonetheless. Signing off now.

happy new year. go to my personal blog for the long version.