I don’t get it
It's been less than three days and it feels like three weeks. What is this twisted nature of time? Blah.
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My dad thinks I should shave my beard, says I need to dress better (‘smartly’, in his words), and is annoyed that I've been on the phone for over an hour.
I turn 24 in less than 4 months. I think I'll go back to campus today with Andrew. This is retarded.
end day 10
It's uncharacteristic of me to stop updating for an ‘extended’ period without some sort of disclaimer, but I had my reasons, I promise.
Asma was visiting me.
I had a lot of material to write about, for sure, but I was stumped on how to go about actually getting it on paper. It would all amount to me being overly happy and talking about how wonderful Asma is and the things we've been doing.
This is no different from my expectations: Asma is wonderful, and we did a lot of awesome things together (from being overly lazy for an entire day to cooking an incredible lunch of steak, potato, salad, limeade, tiramisu, and strawberries & whipped cream). Everything was automatically better and fun with her around.
So yes, for ten days, everything was awesome. Radical, even. I felt nauseous when she left yesterday. It's no good to have all these plans and only a short time to do them in, or to need a kiss and not be able to get one, or to not have her to pretend to be a chinchilla with.
I need to be patient, and I need to be good with my time. And then we won't have to go through this ordeal on a regular basis.
Having this sort of attachment to someone might seem illogical to some of you, I know. There's no way to truly explain it.
I will now leave with snapshots of the past few days. And, my brother graduated yesterday, yay.
(I just found out that Robin Thicke is Alan Thicke's son. Never even thought of making that connection until searching for him on Amazon.com. Amazing. And the line about ‘my father's last name’ clearly takes on a whole new meaning.)
coincedence of coincedences
So I'm in the process of setting up my laptop after having reformatted it a couple of days ago. And instead of jumping to my traditional Laputa skin on Winamp, I click on The Aeffect skin (the site no longer works, apparently; I'm keeping the link for posterity). It's orange and white and black and grey. It's nice.
It coincides with my site.
I copied an MP3 mix to the hard drive, and put it on my playlist.
The first song was The Aeffect's ‘Insomnia’.
Weird.
I miss the numeric keypad. And Asma.
I will write more later today.
akheh
I'm now in the possession of the neighbor's chinchilla, which might be for the sole purpose of keeping it away from loud music, hence providing Shirin (as Asma named her) a nice environment in which to be a chinchilla. It may come to a point where I buy her from them. I'll know within a few days.
I think Asma's reaction to Shirin is more adorable than Shirin.
More to come.
four hours
!!!
The Pen Graveyard
Digging through my patched messenger bag-turned knitting bag-[soon to be] turned laptop bag, I found a pen. Rather, I felt a pen. It wasn't accessible through any of the pockets. But it instantly reminded me of the hole in one of the pockets, and of the handful of times when pens seemed to disappear.
Yeah. I feel like eating more.
e-mail shifts and the arrival
My university e-mail account, along with a few thousand other students, are probably the last to move off the venerable student clusters and onto the stupid CITES system. I can't access the POP, and the web interface sucks.
And worst of all, no more telnet students.uiuc.edu. (It's still working at the moment, but not for long).
Blah.
I met with Scott Wyatt today to show him a bit of the new design for the music manuals (which he's extremely pleased wit[h]). We also chatted for a bit. He's hands down the most awesome professor I'll ever have: knowledgeable, friendly, funny, interesting. I'll miss him.
I have lots of cleaning and reorganizing to do in my room before I'll be happy with it. And then there's the bathroom.
In less than 24 hours I will have, in my possession, someone I've sorely missed. I'm so excited!
The Grail bloodline
I found this article earlier today while Googling ‘Dagobert’ (or was it ‘Quinotaur’?). In a nutshell, it talks about the heirs of Jesus (married to Mary Magdalene) and how the Roman Catholic Church did what they could to bend the facts their way, so as to discredit and erase the Nazarene Church, giving them power over the direction of Christianity.
And I guess the facts are there for all to see. I'm going to start looking into this. It's interesting.
closing ceremonies
Computer science is officially over. The electrical and computer engineers made up nearly half the graduating engineers. It was amusing, and kind of sickening too. Cattle.
A short textmessage conversation I initiated with Toby after 6 PM:
—So many fuckin electrical/compuer enginees, tobias poonpounder. I'm playing snake like mad. Time for civil!
—Ha ha suck balls! i just woke up!
—THAT IS DISGUSTING
I have a long entry in mind. Time to start sketching it out.
I'm tired and sore.
finally.
Andrew, Toby, and I were granted secret and quick passage – ahead of +200 students – to get our cap & gown.
You've come a long way, baby.
Two days until graduation.
Five days until paycheck.
Five days until Asma.
Barbeque tonight.
Good time to be alive, I say.
I swear
Of all the friends I randomly run into on campus, 95% of them tend to be Pete.
It's raining.
‘darkness’
In the course of, oh, ten minutes, the sky has gone from somewhat cloudy and cool to dark and windy. It's quite pretty. Almost feels foreboding.
And there's a tornado, apparently.
Charlie Murphy is the greatest
Charles Martel isn't.
another reason to not play Literati
Well, rather, converse with the other player. You might run into something you might easily blow up at.
A conversation taking place as of a few minutes ago (other player talking first):
—Those folks in the mideast are just plain evil…did you hear how they just beheaded a 26 year old American, who was just over there trying to help rebuild?
—really? ack
—They are making too much of a fuss over the prison abuse…that's why they said they killed this man. Geez, what next.
—i suppose they have valid concerns though. if one of them gets picked up by the army for something vaguely suspicious, they're gonna worry about if they're gonna be treated badly by american personnel for nothing
—Well, yes, but we haven't killed prisoner, and I hope those ppl who did the abuse get court martialed. How stupid to take pictures.
—yeah, killing someone innocent is always extreme. but…they're up against the army. what else can they do to a force that's taking over their land? the american soldiers should set an example for them, not act cruelly
A diplomatic way to handle it? I suppose. I didn't get a response to my last statement. Nice person otherwise.
The tribal people of the Amazon are really at fault.
blah*
I hate not being able to sleep well. I feel so grumpy and agitated and sore right now. I was going to write about a dream, and it would've been an amusing post (I think), but I have no patience for it at the moment.
Andrew sent me this yesterday. It's an interesting read. And it makes me want to study ancient religions and myths again.
eBay madness
I'm guessing anyone with a little experience buying on eBay has fallen into a situation of being a high bidder (at $1375) for a Sony Vaio with all these awesome accessories. It's almost a steal. And you're on top of things for five days.
And then the final two hours roll around. You sit and wait patiently, knitting a cute cord for felted orangeish tea bag, refreshing every so often to make sure things are in check.
The final fifteen minutes come, and you begin to refresh every two minutes. Two minutes left: you're still in control. One minute left: you're still in control.
Forty-five seconds left: outbid at $1475. Quickly put in a bid for $1500, automatically outbid at $1525. The auction ends. You're left somewhat angered at the asshole who screwed you over. But there's a sweet voice on the telephone telling you it's ok. And it is. Just too good to be true.
But maybe I shouldn't have been stingy and just gone in for $1700 as my highest bid. Ah well.
Friends hahaha
Episode 8.09 – The One with the Rumor
Two excerpts, regarding Rachel. Ahem:
Chandler: ‘Everyone in my school heard it! You were the hermaphrodite cheerleader from long island?!’
Will (played by Brad Pitt): ‘So you knocked her up, but you're not gonna marry her… Dude!’
Wonderful, funny, replayable show.
Bunny.