"My Brain Hurts "

So I'm almost done with the shitty midterm week and y'know what? My head hurts.

Last thing to get done and due on Monday is about two projects and one homework due and i can happily get drunk and fucked up the rest of the week. hahaha case of the mondays...

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Well, I had a very interesting day today. I was heading out to pearl city today in my friends car when I did the stupidest thing ever. I was holding my glasses with my arm outside of the car when the dumbest thing happened. My glasses sliped out of my damn fingers. I stalled for a bit when I yelled out "FUCK MAN PULL OVER!!!" I look back and I see my glasses bounce off the road like they didn't have a care in the world (which of course they don't being inanimate objects and all). But fuck here we are walking up and down the road looking for my damn specs.

Sheesh, this took like and hour and a half or so when I decide to give up and head on with the errands we were gonna run. Coming out back onto the road i yell out to pull over again. The reason? Well I saw a little flash and found my glasses on the side of the road.

Boom. I was so dam lucky to find my specs... I didnt' see that I was missing a lens. By the time we realize it we're pretty far away from the spot so we have to go a bit to take a uturn and come back there. But here's the thing.

Heading back there we spot a dodge van driving up the shoulder at about the same spot where my specs were and wondered what they were looking for. I guessed today was just the day for people to drop shit out of cars. So we park on the shoulder again and i'm running to the spot and I come to find out that there were pieces of lens all over the damn space. Seemed like that fucking van ran over my damn glasses. That mutherfucker. Walking back to the car all dejected. I spotted something on the ground. It was a key for a dodge. Y'know what was cool I think those guys missed their key. Haha I hope they didn't find it them "glasses run overing" bastards.

I really hope the test scores I get this week won't bring me down too bad

"The Longest Weeks to come "

Well I now have reached the last couple weeks of the semester and these are just the longest weeks till the next long vacation. Now some may say that that is a good thing, but lest we forget that this is the time that the profs like to smash in those extra tests so they can have at least one or two more before the final. Sure that helps my grades, but fuck man, aaahhh tests.

Its really fucking hilarious when the whole class has to come back to school at like 6:00 at night to take the test so we can have more time for it. Because y'know the test is really impossible to finish within 50 minutes. So we have to come back at night so we can have at least 2 and 1/2 hours to finish the thing.

I think i did alright with the thing. The prof likes to give you the answers after you hand in your test so y'know you can see "how well you did". This was my reaction looking at the answers:

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And that's exactly how my face looked when I looked over the answers. Oh my gosh this is gonna be a screwed up couple of weeks. I still feel bummed a bit about the test, but I need to get over it. I got at least 4 more coming up this week alone. I'm gonna really like thanksgiving when it comes up.

On a related note, I really need to get back into a training regimine again. I've been really freking screwed by classes so much i never even got enough time to get some cardio done. Its just been eat and read, rinse and repeat. I've been getting angry looking at myself in the mirror again. Damn and i need new threads too.

Following that, I NEED MONEY!!!! lol, I've been so damn lazy recently that i haven't even been looking for a job. Sheesh, i really need to buckle down and get this things done.

Oh man am I a complainer of miniscule things!!

So i'm currently reading this monster book called Quicksilver. A mammoth book that you'll feel real good reading cause you'll end up saying "holy fucking shit look! i've gone through 900 pages. Jumpin-Jehosephat-yeeehaaa!!!!" (If I only can get Lawrence Fishburne to say that last sentence for me, i'll be set for life man.)

Well anyway its a really huge book, but it's really fucking funny and entertaining. The other book preceeding this one was called Cryptonomicon and was about codebreaking, hacking, WWII, gold, the building of the first computer, and the Philippines (which is hilariously close to the truth--and i'm amazed how much this white guy can talk so closely portrays the Filipino as a wonderful character.)

Well anyway i've been reading this book and i'm thinking "FREK MAN I should be studying for my damn tests tomorrow." Yes people that's tests, plural. I'm not gonna spend the rest of this blog bitching about tests now. I think i've grown past that now, and really any failing in tests is usually my fault entirely so i don't need to go about bitching about myself.

And hey, i'm a really positive guy.

So what i've really come down to saying to myself today was "screw this shit, i'm gonna play on and not study for shit"

So i've been keeping a journal recently outside the net. Y'know just incase of nuclear fall-out the archaeologists of the future will know what workouts I've done for every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. How much long/far I ran /tried to run that day. Homework I have to do and various bitchings about needing to get my ass a job etc. I'll hope to smile over those future archaeologists of the future as they find this particular journal and use its remains to wipe their asses with as they search for more worthwhile artifacts other than mine.

Plus they probably couldn't read my hand writing anyway. (stupid engineers cant write for shit man! i'm telling you.)

Well i'm out now, have a test i'm about to take in the next 30 minutes.....

make that 20...

make that 5...

aww holy fuck i gotta get out of here.

"lol, or strange facts of the enlightened"

Hey check it out i'm still here. Believe me I'm just amazed of still being here as the rest of youze but right now i have things to say.

I've been doing fine for the past couple of weeks, I frecking regretted not going to Dance Hall Crashers the other night. I really needed something to just jump around to and just be a total ass (seeing as how I haven't gotten totally drunk off my ass in a while). But hey the good news is that Reel Big Fish are coming to town in November so I still got allot of jumping around to do till then.

I saw Kill bill when it came out the other week and i have to say that that shit is the best thing i've seen in movies in a while. I think that I would not be wrong in saying that this movie is now an instant classic. I loved that shit. Now let the blood flow to the ground like rain falls from the sky. And all the body parts belong to Uma Thermon for showing that I shouldn't fucking mess with her as long as I live. Yeah and Lisa Liu and Vivica Fox too.

Well school's been really fucking shitty. I got projects and types of exams i just got done. I remember I even pulled an all-nighter to finish one of them things (I dont' remember exactly which one i didnt' sleep for but I distinctly remember the feeling of missing a day somehow).

Speaking of that lost night of sleep I remember the day I had after that all-nighter. It was crazy. I was some danger fuck on the road and I think I took a sharp swerve along Red Hill at 4 in the morning when I thought I was gonna run over a fucking dingo.

A FUCKING DINGO

God I must have been feeling really fucked up if I thought I saw a fucking dingo. I mean 1)I personally don't know what a dingo would look like and 2)Hawaii has no fucking dingos and 3)That was fucking crazy of me to just yell out, "HUH?!!! AHHH FUCKING DINGO! FREKIN THING GET OFF THE DAM ROAD!!"

It was at that point, I realized how fucked up I must have sounded (thanks be to Allah for no one else being in the car or even on the road around me at that time) and I believe I must have gotten a piece of enlightenment.

Nah, I guess I was just seeing shit afterall, dam.

Well that's about all for me today. I still got allot of homework to finish and some lab writeups to rewrite.

Plus I feel like eating some ice cream right now.

lol

i'm out

“The trials of school… and other senseless shit”

damn.. I really have to wonder sometimes whatever happened to the really good ‘summer of fitness’ I was having. I woke up last Sunday and I just had this overwhelming feeling to scream, “WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!!!”

On a side note I’m back to my good ole’ bitter self again, so FUCK FUCK DAMNMIT DAMMIT GOD DAMN THE HELL, ETC, ETC. and oh yeah, up yours world.

I feel slightly better now.

On that note, because this request is totally unrelated to anything I speak of (hey, I think I’ m used to having no point to anything now), DOES ANYONE OUT THERE KNOW HOW TO SOLDER SHIT!!!????

I ask because I need to make myself a battery pack which requires the batteries to be soldered end to end atop each other so I make one long line of battery stuffs.

Anyone know how this is done? Any suggestions would be welcomed, even if you’re just making up shit yourself. Cuz I swear I’ll try anything right now.

Anyway, everything’s been doing fine by me. Classes are really cool right now, most of my ME teachers are taking it really slow and shit I should be thanking my lucky stars that I’m doing absolutely shit for midterm week (which is supposed to be this week for us I’m afraid) because just about all my profs wanted to do midterms NEXT WEEK.

Oh fuckng joy right?

Its ok as long as I can do all this fucking around from now till then, I’ll be a really happy camper.

It seems it’s my time to get back to class. I think the lab guys are gonna kick me off of this computer soon so I’m getting while the getting’s good.

peace

"School's for umm.... (y'know i dunno but it rhymes and has an ool sound too, damn brain c'mon"
Hey, schools back in session and actually "was" back in session for a week now. I actually have one of my first projects due tomorrow for my materials manufacturing class and I instead plop down in front of the computer screen and update my xanga for a bit. But seriously I think better on my feet. Makes me do that last push to type that last page at the last minute. (Hey, i'm gonna make a really great engineer arent' I? What a work ethic!)
Well enough of that yo. I'm like black as hell now. Well not really but i'm fucken darker. I had to do my volunteer work yesterday for my unity house scholarship so suprise suprise, they gave me the station that had no shade over it as well. It was really fun though and i think the people in charge shouldn't put me and ernest in charge of the damn "bungee run" inflatible. Damn that thing was fun. I think we were fucking around with it more than the kids. Its this really cool inflatible thing where you strap yourself to a bungee cord that's attatched to a soft inflatible wall and you try to run as fucking far away from the damn thing as you can until it pulls you back and shit. Joyus laughter then ensues. (And i think my neck hurts now because of it)
Seriously, you shoulda seen them kids fly though, heeelarious.
Well, i feel my writing muse coming up (where the hell was it, I have no idea).

Time to write.

till i something better to write, i bid everyone adieu.

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"Rassen Facken Financial Aid!!!!"

Damn department. I hate it when they catch you in those logic circles with your financial status bullshit.
No seriously this is screwed up. Now lets see, how to explain this logic circle from the beginning when there clearly is no beginning to these things.
Oh yeah, ok here it goes. First I can't get no more tuition waivers cause it seems I am no longer in "financial need". Well whatever man, that's funny cause I don't feel richer than I was last semester. And hey I guess the newly unemployed get a big spike in income right? Fuck. So after that I find that I can't even get the National Science Foundation scholarship because of the same reason. What gives right? So what makes me financially un-needy in the first place right?
Well today I found out the answer and it's pretty damn funny to me. First I can't get the tuition waiver because the scholarships I was about to recieve almost exceed the tuition (i'm not that smart to get allot of scholarships, i just get big ones hehe). So that is the reason I need to fill out loan papers for once. But here's the kicker, I am no longer able to pick up these scholarships because I don't have financial need because I have the scholarships in the first place. So they take these things away from me.
Damn THE MAN for putting the BROWN MAN DOWN!!!
(hehe, i miss saying that!!!)

Well i'm outs yo.

"Dun dun duuuunnnnn"

Hey check it out its just about the end of summer already. And ho hey there what's this? Eh, it's a freaking keyboard. I think I'll sit down and write for a spell.
I've been so paralyzed today eversince I awoke and caught the "I love the 70's" stick on VH1 so I've been doing nothing but sitting and watching the damn walk down memory lane thing. (which is entirely odd given that I've been born in 1982 and all. hmmm... go figure.)
Y'know what's cool though, I figured I needed something to read that was exactly entirely different from solutions to partial differential equations so I took a little trip to my local library. (hehe this sounds like a PSA now doesn't it?) Well anyway now I've been reading stuff that led to the Trojan war, and I've come to one conclusion: except for technology, nothing ever really changes from then till now. And y'know, them people in those days had allot of fucking now didn't they? Well I bet that wasn't more or less than now. I mean seriously if one nation launches a thousand ships cause one guy snatched another guys girl then that time period has some serious problems don't they?
Then again, fitting evidence to your already made conclusions and launching a "war" against another nation seems entirely ludicrus as well doesn't it? Damn fucken Bush! (hahaha i think i'll get the secret service to start keeping an eye on me now cause i said that, but hey i'll manage.)
Well seriously, schools gonna start again in a week and i'm totally unprepared this time. I mean I've got the right attitude and stuff right, but y'know the money's just not there. I'm down to my last $200 in the entire world down here. So I think i'm just gonna get me some paper and notebooks and stuff (Why won't you kick in, stupid financial aid!) Well here's to me getting the cash i need. Hey and maybe a job too.
And since this entry has been really, really, really, realllllly non point carrying then I hope I finally have one next time too.

aight, lates

"happy birthday to me"

Well it appears even I am what, 4 days late in celebrating my own birthday? hmm... I guess yeah, that sounds about right.

It's alright really, cause what can you really do on a wednesday?

In other news, schools doing fine, and saying this may bite me in the ass later but this prof i got now seems like the coolest guy to ever teach a 400-level class. Viva La France or is it Canada? Ahh, where ever the hell he's from, God bless him.

Heh, yknow what's hillarious right now? Me typing. Because i swear i should be having like the meanest freking hangover today. Shit it was pretty badass last night. Although I think Justin should have been the worst one of all of us cause he still drank more of the bud ice after Jack.... Daniel's that is. Freck man I would estimate that I drank about a third of that damn bottle, but hey it really is like drinking water after you've had your first two scottish shots right?

Nah, in all honesty i shouldn't be having a hangover right now cause of all the precautions i took. Thank you so very much soyouwanna.com (plug) and oh yeah, common sense. For it is without you things I wouldn't have been able to get home last night and wake up this morn' fresh as a daisy to start this brand new day hanging free.

So here's one to good health and good times.

And on that passing note, I'd like to Wish my Auntie Esther today a Happy Belated Birthday too, which was just a day before mine.
hey don't give me that look. its my blog and i'll write whatever the hell i wanna write, hung over or otherwise... hmmm what did i just say?

aight that's it peace

"And a Sharp Turn into Left field I go... among other things"

Question: To all of you in the electrified idea-space out there, exactly how long does it take to write out your blog? That is if you got one. Anyway today I'm thinking I'm gonna get this one done before this Dick Van Dyke show finishes. (as a side note, damn Mary Tyler Moore was hot back in the day, hmmm... the ramblings of a desperate man)

On to bigger and better things. So the other day, I was at a luncheon with Michelle, Sheryl, and Jocelynn them and we were just talking story around the table. Apparently I go into my zone out state while everyones going through Sheryl's wallet. Funny thing is that I laugh at anything when just about any shit goes down. So everyone's looking at Sheryl's past licenses and she shows the thing up to my face and says, "hey check me out, this was me in high school."

It was then that the reflex kicked in. No thinking, I bust out in gratuitous, bellowing laughter. After about a second or two of that shit, it finally kicks in. The thought running through my mind, " holy shit did I just dis someone really fucking bad by laughing so fucking hard at their pictures."

A quick glance around the room answers my mind's hypothesis and I suddenly shut my ass up and put my head down as I beg, plea, and generally grovel for forgiveness all at the same time.

I dunno if the whole thing went well or not, but I'd like to think that things were really cool after that. Sheryl kept shaking her head the whole time, but hey she can't stay mad at me forever right? (ie. I'm sort of fucked for a long while aren't I?)

In other news, my cousin Ollie gots himself an M4-AI and two M9's. Or were they Glock-26's? Hmm... I'm gonna have to check on that one. But the point is he finally got out of the pussy state and got himself some gear and shit. (this equates to throwing around a horrendus amount of money to people in asia for finely crafted and not to mention fun replicas)

Hooray for him. He's also coming over for some scrimmage this Saturday. Unlike some other pussies I know who knew about me playing there for quite some time yet can't get out of "Pussy Mode" to come over and play at least one Saturday in the whole fucking summer. Damn these people who complain, "hooo what if the cops come in and raid us?" or my favorite, "Nah, we'll just wait for yadda-yadda" etc.

Damn, I'm really fed up with all these kinds of excuses. Seriously, at least some people i know have real excuses (like healing from surgery and such. Fuck even just a simple excuse like "i'm doing shit this weekend sorry" could have appeased my inquiring mind)

You can tell from the extent I've explained stuff like this that this issue really puzzles me. So what I'm a fucking complainer. But if you know how hard it was for me to search for a decent place to play with some fucking trust-worthy people, you would be just about as pissed as I am.

But enough of that, nothing I say here will ever change shit in the outside anyway. At least I got me here a soap box i can stand on and rant.

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Well, today I also went for a swim and I've got to say, "G-damn I'm slow." Nothing really bad about it, I'm really still just starting out in swimming, but I'm kind of looking at the bigger picture a little bit.

I'm stepping back and taking a look at all the stuff I've been doing this summer: school, running, lifting, swimming, airsoft, fucking around, and etc. And I've got to say that it seems everyone around me's getting gains except me. I mean i'm fat already, but I mean gains as in improvements. I think I need to work f*cking harder than I've previously done to actually enact changes. Tomorrow we're planning on doing some wind sprints so I think I can start improvements there. Time to make this "SUMMER OF FITNESS" count.

Lastly, but certainly not the leastly, my good friend Tony came back today from his injuries. I feel like making a statement like that will compromise my life indeed ( i mean they might have to kill me for telling too much information with shit like that). So if "BIG BROTHER ASSHOLE" out there is screening the net for people giving too much info. I got two words for you and the first one starts with an "f"

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FREE SPEECH. (byatch)

The "byatch" was optional, but if it made the gov't hurt more for me saying it, then it's mandatory. But anyway to my good friend Tony, I'm glad you're back home safe and sound. Hope you got some kick ass stories you can divulge on us non-special people without having to kill us for knowing too much. And lastly, you deserve that purple heart my friend. For all the shit that you do in the field ensures that dumasses like me can run around and play with the replicas. Thanks.

(coincidentally, the Dick Van Dyke Show ended like an hour ago, so I really didnt' get to finish the goal I set for myself. And ironically i still think Mary Tyler Moore was a chick during that show.) (Again there go the ramblings of a desperate man.)

Peace out (this time i mean it, the world needs it, cuz this could happen in our world if zombie vikings existed)