Today, for the first time in possibly years, I fell asleep during the day.
Asma called, and I apparently thought it was morning after only one hour of napping because I said something like, ‘Hey, whatsup. When did you wake up?’
She didn't realize I'd woken up because of the phone and, so, was confused. As was I.
There's a coolness about that reminds me a lot of autumn. I don't think I'll have to spend the next one in a solitary sort of fashion. That makes me happy.
I've kept myself relatively busy today, and that also makes me happy. No time to be disappointed with myself.
From just a dinky little piece of sample code, it seems pretty cool. The way it can validate forms is interesting. It's like a higher-level approach.
Higher-level is not some ‘next level’ thing. It just means being able to do things without writing some basic code. So I'm not giving Microsoft that much propz.
I have a shipment from Gevalia that I forgot I was getting and so never cancelled it ahead of time. I called them a couple of weeks after receiving it, telling them I wanted to return it. The lady I talked to said she'd send me a UPS mailing label; all I had to do was stick it on the box and take it to a UPS office. Cool.
The label gets sent to campus, which I pick up during my brief one day visit while relatives were visiting. Within a week, I lose the label.
I go to DC next, but don't really care to take care of calling them at the time.
Two weeks pass, and I call today, finally, telling them the label was misplaced when it got here – I needed another one, please.
The guy I'm talking to apologizes for the inconvenience, saying not worry about sending the shipment back. He'll credit my account the purchase amount and I can just keep my shipment.
Awesome.
But I stopped drinking coffee a few months ago. I can either start again or eBay it. We'll see.
make a left, a sharp left and another left
meet me on the corner, we'll start
again
:'(
After however many years of sticking to Winamp 2.x (2.91 being the version of choice for one year now), I finally upgraded to version 5.something.
And the only new useful feature I've just now found is the ability to queue files on your playlist. Meaning I don't have to move files around on the list anymore to listen to one particular song after another. Yay.
Says Teron ‘Del’ Jones: dark skin girls are better than light skin / light skinned girls ain't better than dark skinned.
‘Jay-Z on track to solving all 99 problems’.
I walked six miles today with a 9 lb laptop on my back. My toe-tips are tender. My legs are sore.
A goose by the pond south of the research park hissed at me. I was tempted to provoke a fight with it.
It's late.
Either continue to feel guilty and stupid about things, or be smart.
I'm not sure what prompted last night's dream, as this should have happened months ago, when I last visited Ryan.
I was starting my first day of work at some retail store, being led into a large warehouse. I was given a vague overview of my duties, I think. And I ran into a guy (Aaron) from high school. He was sobbing about something.
The room we were in had a window facing a beach, and people were milling around. Now I was outside, on the beach, and it appears that zombies were invading from one side, harboring an airborn virus that causes zombification (as well as traditional biting).
This particular viral strain was so strong, in fact, that it was converting zombies of the old strain (seen running away from the new zombies on the beach).
The virus starts spreading to all animals on the planet. I make a run for the beach, being sure to avoid infection, then jump onto the water. With swiftness like Mercury, my feet skip across the surface of the water. I see that whales and dolphins have already been infected.
I end up across the world in some remote, untainted region. There's a large mountain covered with lush green grass and perfectly aligned shrubs (forming a grid when looked at from afar). So I climb the mountain as high as I can, looking for cover in case infected birds fly by.
I eventually come to a beautiful, empty house and take residence. However, Jerry and Elaine (yes, from Seinfeld) enter. They're infected, but they're also partially normal. They're doing goofy things and not attacking me. Just to be safe, I leave the house.
An idea comes to mind, though it's more like a belief: there's an answer somewhere on this mountain. Some hidden location. An antidote that makes me immune and helps me to spread the cure.
After some searching (which may have spanned several days or weeks) I find a somewhat old lady deep in the mountains. On her finger is a ring with incredible magic powers, but she refuses to give it to me or to cast a spell to help. I make a heartfelt plea to God to help me.
A beam of light shoots down from the sky and strikes the ring, sending some pure aura throughout the earth. All creatures revert back to their original form. The world is saved.
I fly back across the waters to the beach I departed from and find things normal.
I throw down a towel in an empty spot in the sand next to some people. ‘I love endings like this’, I say to Hank Azaria, sitting to my left. He agrees.
I did something today which I'm not sure if I should be proud of.
Before going back to my apartment from Springfield, I stopped by the graduate library to return books I borrowed (and continuously renewed) more than a year ago. Around twenty of them. And I don't recall whether I've ever actually borrowed from the university until then.
So I carried two plastic bags full of books up the stairs and stopped by the reception desk, and, somewhat confused, asked if there's a book drop-off.
Nevermind that it is a library, or that I even worked for the library for a few weeks. It's one of those things I should've known after being here for five years.
Yeah.
I need money.
The curiosity of seeing if anyone is in an AIM chatroom called ‘cybersex’ can lead to funny things. Make sure you have a [girl]friend willing to play along in the mockery.
BoYzaReToYz1869 has entered the room.
express kaiser: now shit is dripping into your mouth. it's a huge log
tempestinateacup: mmmm I love it
BoYzaReToYz1869 has left the room.
Dear Ryan,
Yesterday I listened to ‘The Big Come Down’ and thought about us eMixing many years ago. I miss sophomore year. And you. Sorta.
Yours,
Slant.
Dear Andrew,
Guess who I saw at the McDonald's drive-thru on Toronto road today?
Clint Riner.
I recognized him by his voice, surprisingly. The characteristics of it haven't changed since I first met him 9ish years ago.
Come to think of it, I don't know if you know him. You're in your room and I don't feel like getting out of mine at the moment.
Best,
Frauline.
I'm more or less back on campus after a three-week absence from the area. It's good to be back? I have to start packing this weekend. My lease ends in a little over three weeks; I need to paint my room back to white and possibly make plans to migrate to DC in early August.
Last night I wondered what was so special about ants that they could lift several times their weight. Initially I thought it had nothing to do with their size, since gravity affects things linearly (until they get closer to the atomic scale). So maybe it was the structure of their body. Why haven't scientists studied it more closely? We could make use of that knowledge in building construction equipment and super war machines.
Well, it does have everything to do with their size, apparently. Something about the area of muscle increasing less than the volume of the organism per unit length. So, the smaller the organism, the higher the muscle-to-volume ratio, thus, the more it can lift in proportion to its weight.
I miss The Daily Show. Watched it last night, and the same episode again this morning. I made sure to take pictures of a little segment today rounding out the news on the gay marriage ban. It's definitely better if watched, but the images convey the joke. Enjoy.
Before I forget, go to B. Smith's for their brunch buffet. It's a bit expensive if you're me, but it's definitely worth it.
Asma [and] I ate past capacity. I don't remember the last time I've had so much food in my system – my stomach ached, and I was so tired. Ah…
Oh shit!
At this very moment, they're replaying a Mad TV episode from the second season and showing the skit ‘The XXX-Files’!!!
You don't know how long it's been since I've last seen this, or been wanting to see this. (Hint: seven years.)
Ok, it wasn't as funny as I remembered. But it's still cute.
Unnatural. Three posts in a row where I'll state the location from which I'm posting.
Right now, I'm in the Bethesda Barnes & Noble. Using a T-Mobile HotSpot account. Hot.
Really, all I wanted to do was download Chapelle's Show episodes from my desktop back on campus. Perhaps a song or two. While I do office work and Asma writes a paper.
And I totally meant ‘black guy’ in the last post. There just wasn't enough time and motivation to change it when I caught it a couple of minutes after posting.
How's everyone's week been so far?
What is up. I'm transmitting live from the WAM computer lab at UMD. On a Macintosh.
Um… There's this black I've seen for the past three days now, standing at a bus stop near the Q Street exit of the Dupont Circle Metro. He wears the same clothes each day. On Monday, in fact, he was there in the morning and afternoon, which leads me to believe he'd been standing there all day.
He doesn't ask for money, and he doesn't stand in the shade. I don't get it.
For the record, Asma is more than a SmarTrip card. She's also a cutie wrapped in a CalTor burrito. With the right to vote.
Poof.
Hello. I am nine stories up in an apartment on Q Street in Dupont Circle. I am rooming with a stranger that responded to a posting I made on craigslist.org, and I lucked out, because this person is nice, and this apartment is awesome. It's much cheaper than a hotel or bed & breakfast. The bed could be softer, though.
Internet is also a bit tricky to get. A lot of people have wireless routers, but it's hard to find a good signal and stay connected. Laptop positioning is paramount.
It's strange that I'm in DC now, because it feels like I've been here longer than two days.
The days have been great. I missed Asma too much. I love her like SmarTrip cards.
Job interview in 3.5 hours. Eek.
There is a wonderfully cool breeze coming through the window each morning. Why can't it be like this in the afternoons?
This house is empty. It's kind of sad. I feel nauseated. I can sleep on a bed tonight. And go on a trip tomorrow.
Andrew – ok, let me see if i can wrap my head around this one: you and i dont' send in our housing request until late so we end up at oglesby where we meet jakob, jakob in turn dates ashley who is sorority sisters with stacey who has classes with ian who went to high school with erich who took classes with ryan who dated a girl from bourbonaiss who knew derek who also sent his housing request in late.
Kaiser – haha
Kaiser – fate is wonderful
Andrew – i agree
Eh. Things feel gloomy.
On campus, my random run-in is Pete.
In Springfield, it's Nick Gorsage.
When I move from Illinois, I will say goodbye to him, even though we're not close.