Wednesday, March 31, 2004
So I think AIM hates me now. It's being really really, in the words of Mr. Tevis, "retahhhded." It's been pissing me off. It deleted half of my fucking buddy list last night. Once again, the AOL Time Warner Corporation and I are not getting along.
Right now, my eyes are burning and it is becoming very bothersome. I think I will shoot someone for it. I'm thinking maybe it'll be you. Yeah you. Don't look around, you're the only mother fucker reading this. Me and you, we're gonna throw down. 3PM by the flag pole, be there, or, well, your mother smells.
So fucking bored. so very fucking bored.
Well, I should be coding Michelle's new site, perhaps helping make some images for it, but I don't really feel up to it. She needs to make the images, all by her lonesome. I'll do the coding.
Okay, well umm not much else to say. Bye.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Moo, you're Shell's only friend.
Moo was born on March 27, 2004. Moo had a very troubling childhood. One of his earliest memories took place in a mall bookstore. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when a young girl walked in and eyeballed him. He immediately knew she was up to no good as her significant other grabbed her and took her away from the table in which he and his friends were having a Gay Pride meeting. Soon, as he suspected, the girl escaped from the boy's arms and grabbed him. Moo was very frightened. She began doing odd things to him and complimenting his softness. Just hten, the girl's other half came and once Moo thought he would be saved by this attractive person, the boy allowed her to keep him. Moo was stunned and felt a sudden sense of doomed fate.
It was only the beginning.
In the car ride home, he was tortured numerous ways, he was forced into odd positions and molded into odd shapes. He felt completely alone and violated. Without a friend in the world, Moo remained strong despite being forced to watch a movie about In-Laws. He was then left alone with the girl/violator. She took him to her bedroom and she forced him to go to bed with her. Luckily, the girl was obviously tired and went straight to sleep and did nothing to him. It was here where Moo met a charming fellow by the name of Bear. Bear nad Moo formed a loving relationship based on mutual sorrow for their place in life. They have been throug ha lot and remained strong and are now quite content with where they are.
Moo The Fish now resides with Bear in a modest Sugar Land home. They have no children and are currently planning a two year hike through the outback of the Buzo Residence.
Friday, March 26, 2004
All the cool kids are doing it...
I stole this from Minal. I think Joy did it too. Now it's my turn.
15 Years Ago, I:
1. never said a word.
2. was so much cuter than both Minal AND Shivam.
10 Years Ago, I:
1. started skating hardcore. (9 years ago)
2. lost my best friend.
3. had a huge crush on a girl named Priscilla.
5 Years Ago, I:
1. gave up on people.
2. lost my faith in anything.
3. decided to ignore everyone.
3 Years Ago, I:
1. was in another relationship.
2. decided attention sucks ass.
3. hated school.
1 Year Ago, I:
1. started skating again... then stopped.. again.
2. got a warrant for my arrest. (11 months ago)
3. was in another relationship... hah...
6 Months Ago, I:
1. got into another relationship... I like this one...
2. decided I would try.
3. was sick of it all.
1 Month Ago, I:
1. did something bad.
2. was a nervous wreck.
3. spent rediculous amounts of money.
1 Week Ago, I:
1. was pissed off
2. was not in Canada
3. Hung out with Bird, Lindsay, Minal, Regan, Joseph, Melissa, and Shannon.
My Top 3 Bad Habits
2. I pick at the little skin things on my fingers.
3. I am too sneaky for my own good.
My Top 3 Biggest Worries at the Moment:
1. Who will be my roommate next year.
2. Did I make my bed this morning?
3. Will I get my bike before the summer.
My Top 3 Biggest Joys at the Moment:
1. Joy really isn't that big, and I only know one.
3. My wallet is kinda fat.
Okay, that's that.
The whole thing misses me...
So it's about time I made an update. What makes it time? Well, it's just been too long. I can barely think of anything to post so I suppose that sort of defeats the purpose of writing anything. I think I'm just grumpy. Someones on their period and I'm getting stuck with the mood swings. But I guess I will go one with this post.
Now I want to talk about something that is near to my heart. Please bear with me, here goes...
Euler's method uses a fixed step (h) to approximate the exact solution of an equation. The value of the dependent variable (y) is chosen in relation to the iterations of h. The graph of the function y(t) is approximated by its tangent line at each step. The tangent line at the point (t0, y(t0)) is the function y0(t0) + y'(t0)(t - t0), with y'(t0) = f(t0, y0). Additionally, y0(t0) = y0, so the function at (t0, y(t0)) is y0 + f(t0, y0)(t - t0). Since t is increasing in iterations of h, it follows that t = t1 = t0 + h (and h = t1 - t0). Thus, y1 = y0 + f(t0, y0)h. This formula extends, each time building on itself to develop into the formula yn = yn-1 + f(tn-1, yn-1)h with tn = tn-1 + h.
I've been waiting to get that off of my chest for quite some time now. Thank you for listening. Now, it is time for bed.
(Partial credit to Andiphone.)
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
This can't be home anymore...
So after five minutes of talking to Arohi, I now have to buy Sunil a house on the east coast and three hookers.
Okay, scratch that, make it six hookers and a house on both the east and west coast. Hmm... negotiating is tough. Hey Sunil, bet you're all like, "WTF, mate?" Haha, sucker. I'llllll neeever teeelllll.
Arohi, I win either way. So take your house and your new Indian slave, I don't care. (Just kidding Sunil)
So hmm, I don't know what else to say. Except damn, The Get Up Kids show was so fucking awesome. Mia, you so totally need to go, skip work, it's worth it. I have to say, this is their best tour yet. Eventually they'll start playing big venues and you'll regret not seeing them in a small environment.
But anyway, that show was so bad ass. Recover did such an awesome job, and Rocky wasn't so bad, but I wasn't really interested. I just sat and talked to Dani and Lena, Zoe and Katie eventually got there and sat with us. We got up for Recover, but none of htem appreciated them. The whole crowd didn't. A GUK crowd is too quiet and mild for Recover. I was waiting for a decent whirlpool to start in the pit but it never did. I was bothered by that. Michelle' was supposed to come with me to the show but she couldn't cos it was her Grandma's birthday. It really sucks too, cos I wanted her to see GUK like they were meant to be seen. Oh well, maybe some other show. Time to start planning that... She'll most likely come to Warped Tour with me but, Warped Tour and me don't get along well. It's not a good show experience.
Well, that's generally all that's happened lately, so I'll post more tomorrow in Multimedia.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
So, today, Saturday, what a bust... sorta.
It started off really well, I woke up and drove out to my nephew's first Little League game of the season. He was so awesome, he's a fucking star. This season he's playing for the Boston Red Sox so of course I had to represent despite poppa's face full of hatred for the real team. They totally owned the Giants 23 - 8. So awesome. My nephew issued the first three outs of the game with amazing precision. He slipped up on some catches once or twice, but in his defense, his coach made him use a size 11 glove. The kid is only six, I mean, think of it this way, I use an 11 1/2. That's my recommended size. His recommended size is a fucking 9. Trust that the two size difference is a huge deal considering that an 11 is like twice the size of a 9. That makes it obviously a lot more difficult to close and open. Oh well, I guess it isn't that huge a deal, but it does mean I have to run out and buy him a new sized glove to practice with, cos coaching him using a completely different glove won't work well.
That took a few hours of my day, cos I got home from that around 4ish or something. I hung around with Bird and Shannon after that, we watched American Splendor and Matchstick Men. Both decent movies. We then ordered some Panda Garden and Shan went to go pick it up, it sucked, cos it cost me like ten bucks and I realized I had just ate. I wasn't even hungry. Impulse buys totally suck. Hell, I'm still not hungry and that was forever ago. I actually forgot that I had eaten Jack In The Box half an hour before hand. How fucked up is that? I should start taking some sort of supplements for my memory or something. Cos it's bad, real bad.
I have to pick up Michelle' around 2 tomorrow, hopefully I don't forget or something. I hope I can sleep until 2ish, cos I don't want to be awake anymore. I feel rotten now. That also means I'm cutting this here.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Only you would mark my words.
Well, not a lot to talk about. Not a whole lot I feel like writing about. Perhaps I should just tell you about my day last yesterday?
Okay, so I took Michelle to Elkins for the math & science thing, then I had to come back home. I was gonna go to Burger King but hten decided I didn't feel like it and wasn't very hungry so I turned back around and went home. I got home and hung around for a while until Lindsay started saying how she wished Bird would stop being busy so she could go eat. So then I recommended that we go pick up Bird from work and go to Freebirds. So we did that only we didn't have ot pick up Bird so we jsut went to Freebirds and met her there. Soon Birdh ad to take Shannon back her car. So she left and we left.
We were too bored ot go home so we ended up at the Galleria walking around and looking at clothes. Lindsay decided girls clothing is much too sheer now and she does not want to walk around like a naked girl. I agreed. We walked around until we got really tired and decided to leave. Lindsay brought me home and said she'd be back around 9 30ish which is when we both expected stupid Bird to be home. She wasn't.
So Lindsay came back and rented two movies nad picked up some popcorn, so we went upstairs and Emily called nad was talking to Lindsay (on my phone, mind you.) for like a while then I told them to get off my phone. Then Emily called the house line and they stayed on the phone through an entire movie. Then Bird came home and they were both on the phone and it was crazy. I sat and then finally we went upstairs for hte second movie. I fell asleep almost immediately only waking up periodically because I thought Michelle' texted or called, when in fact she never did.
It was cold up there, so I came down to my bed around 9ish this morning. Now, I wish I were still sleeping.
Thursday, March 18, 2004
I'm not sold on anything but half a dream.
Two more years, just two more years.
So Michelle' is gone. I betrayed my every wish and dropped her off at Elkins around noon. I saw her off and drove off into the sunlight never to see her again (until I pick her up on Sunday). Oh by the way, someone remind me to pick her up around 2 on Sunday. Cos I'll forget. I swear it. I'll spend a little time with her hopefully, then I have to go see The Get Up Kids.
Maybe I'll get a tattoo earlier in the day. I don't really know, we'll see how my budget looks by Saturday. I have enough for a small one right now, but not enough for what I want. So I'll just hold out until then. Hopefully I'll be freshly inked on Sunday. Hmmm... This is one nasty little addiction.
Yes, it's supposed to be woe.
Michelle is leaving today for the TMSCASDGHIYAGERFAUW^RVQF#^%$BQ*O or whatever.
I am calm. I am Lucky. I am okay with it. I am happy. I am super. I am bitter.
No, I'm good, really. I have a some coaching to focus on anyway. My nephew's first Little League game of the season is this Saturday. I have to wake up early and to the whole coaching thing. I have to wake up early tomorrow too. I have to take mother to work and then Michelle' to the school so she can leave me for the weekend... the bastard...
Then I will come home, and I think maybe Mel and Minal will come and watch a movie here. Not really sure. We shall see. I have a feeling tomorrow will be rather uneventful. I need to increase my cashflow. I want to go shopping. Hmm...
Sunday, March 14, 2004
So this is one of those bitter posts that I post The one where I tell you how fucked everything is. The one where I bitch about how pissed off I am.
Or is it?
Yeah, basically, it's what I'm thinking. But do I really want to type it out? The one one that needs to know already does. The only one I care about knows how I feel and why. The only one I care about hated me tonight. For that, I am sorry.
I live by the phrase "In a world of compromise, some don't." (Thank you Heckler & Koch.) Yet I find myself doing so. I know that it isn't me. But hey, maybe me isn't what I should be? Maybe I should start seperating my training, and personal life. I'm a fighter, but friendly fire isn't cool.
Maybe it's time to let change grace me. Time to put down my defenses against the one's that don't pose an immediate threat.
Friday, March 12, 2004
Hot damn, yo.
Okay, so looks like I'm in my last class before Spring Break. El Capitan of the class seems to have forgotten to leave a lesson plan for us to follow in his absence. Not that I mind of course. Quite frankly, I am happy. I don't feel like having another class.
Well, in more awesome news, Josh is coming home in a month! How awesome is that? Very. We'll have to throw a badass party. One with bitches and booze (not that Iraq hasn't supplied him with enough of that) and all that good shit. All I know is that we'll both be drunk as fucking skunks. We'll all jump in the pool and hot tub. So yeah, party, party, party, party. Momma will be super excited. She'll be glad to have him back, along with the rest of us. Granted, he's not really back. But just back in the states. That's a good thing, cos he's a lot safer here. He isn't in too much danger in Iraq, but hell, the states are just safer in general. No real threat.
Wow. I have fifty minutes left in this class. That = lame. Tonight I will go pick up Michelle' and bring her home and hang around waiting for Andiphone. That is, if we don't get home around the same time. Which is a possibility. Tonight should be good. Cos if it ain't, there will be heck to pay.
I think the break is a good time to put in some decent skate time. A time to give myself fresh injuries. Maybe I can finally take out taht board for a real world run and not just mine and Andee's house runs. I will be tired, hurt and well... hurt. But most of all, I will be bored. After all is said and done, I will be bored. Way to go Spring Break? I'll be doing a lot of sleeping. A lot of sleeping.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I inhale water, I sink for a few days.
So I sit and I wait for el pizza guy to come. He has my dinner. I want it back.
Wait... dinner guy is here. BRB.
Okay, back. That was some tasty pizza.
So anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I wasn't anywhere.
Okay this entry was doomed from the start...
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Do you insist on pages of my lines?
Man, my stomach is hurting. I don't know what it is, but it's been doing it a lot lately. Maybe it's getting back at me for all those times I... Iunno... maybe it's just being a bitch. It also feels like my nose is bleeding, but it isn't. I told this to Steph, she quickly dismissed it and obviously thought I was insane.
Dikome: I think my nose is bleeding...
dork934: you...think...your nose is bleeding
Dikome: It feels like it's bleeding.
See. But atleast we all know I am not insane, and in reality, it is she, the unbeliever that is insane. I am completely sane and in touch with "reality."
In other news. Feemster asked me to go to the HHS vs. DHS Varsity game tonight but turns out, I didn't. I wanted to go, but I couldn't. Maybe next game. Maybe I'll go watch them kill Willowridge. Haha, that'll be fucking hilarious. Willowridge baseball... it should be a sin. Hmm, karma is gonna kill me for talking shit. They're gonna own us just for that. Oh well, at least I never joined the team.
Well, I am feeling sorta sick. Michelle' insists that I am preggers. I don't think I am. I can't recall the sex. Maybe I was unconcious? Hmm, this is one for the mystery file. Oh well. Looks like it's abortion time for me. Pro-Choice baby, oh yeah. Or is it Pro-Choice no baby, oh yeah? Eh, Iunno.
Okay, I'm really not feeling well anymore, time to go.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
My nipples can cut glass.
Yes, it is that cold in here. I need my sweater... now if only I weren't too lazy to go get it. Ooh, I know, whan... wow.. I just spelled "one" w-h-a-n... What the fuck? Well, anyway, back to my thought. One of you schmucks can go get it for me. Now run along. Go. I'll give you a shiny nickel. Eh?
So the weekend proved to be somewhat amusing. I spent a lot of time with Michelle' this weekend. You learn a lot about someone when you spend eight hours locked in a box no bigger than my desk while handling thousands of dollars. Mainly that that person has too much of a moral personality for your own good. I still wish I had taken that money... I could have gotten around to paying my second most faithful reader. You know who your are. Maybe... I could have just flown off to London and not have to deal with anyone. Well, nobody save for Michelle' but that's not dealing. It's living. Yes... I could have done that... Too bad Michelle' has this thing against taking money that isn't rightfully yours... I mean.. WTF? Hehe, no, she's right. I guess... But, I had fun at the rodeo. Michelle' is a fat kid on the inside and a wonderfully crafted thing of beauty on the outside. Weird as hell I'll tell you that much. Funny. It's cute. Hah.
Anyway, on to other news.
I just spent like twenty minutes searching for a song momma has been thinking about for the past year and a half. A year and a halfs worth of thinking, and I did it in twenty minutes. Man, I'm a G.
I think I should go to bed soon. It's getting late and I'm still cold. So I think this is goodnight. Goodnight.
"scary thing is..."
Thursday, March 04, 2004
It's kind of new.
Okay, so I've been slacking off with this whole updating thing. So sue me. I dare you. My lawyers will eat you alive. Bitch.
Well not a lot has happened. If you pay attention to my list of important dates, you'd know that I have to work at the rodeo on Saturday. Very un-Lucky huh? Well, it's okay, Michelle' will be working with me, so that makes it that much better. Oh, the things I do for sweet lovin'.
So Andee comes home this weekend too. That oughta be cool. It seems like forever since she's been here. Then soon after that, Bird gets here for Spring Break. This whole college thing is just breaking the family apart. Oh well, time to spread wings and fly?
Okay, time for bed.