Football was a great time. I was happy I went. It's funny to see people's reaction when they realize exactly how much faster I am than them... while running backwards. That's just funny. But I booked it once at full speed and that ended up with the entire game stopping for two minutes while people interrogated me on how I can run that fast.
I wanted to be like, "It's easy, spend your entire childhood running from, A) Cops, B) Bullies, C) Your parents, D) The other kid's parents or E) the world in general."
Instead, I went with, "I learned a lot from Maniac Magee." No one got the reference. What deprived childhoods did they lead?
Jacobs was like "You should never move that fast around 400s again, we'll have to break your kneecaps or something." I thought that was amusing.
I'm very bored. 606 is having a party tonight, but I'm not going. I don't really feel like getting drunk and wandering home at 3am or something. Kitty smells like poop though, because he decided to poop on the floor, but not without cause. I gave him a bath today, and before he could make it to the litterbox to roll in his own poop again, I took it and set it up on the microwave. Unfortunately, I forgot to get it down. Thus, he pooped on my shag rug. NOT cool, but I can't blame him.
But he is getting his butt wiped or scrubbed with soap, because that smells gross.
I think I'm going to sleep now, so I can wake up and hate my body, or at least deal with my body hating me. I have more bruises than Mike Tyson. Decker just liquefied my internal organs. Kid is 240 lbs of muscle, and trained as a lineman and a first string wrestler; so of course he would tackle me up into the air and then land on me, at full speed. That was just uncomfortable. But Dilday was completely demolished by Shackleford once, that was impressive to see.
I had BC Dilday for most of the games as who I was defending. It was nice because he didn't do much while on offense, haha. But it was fun to try and tackle him a few times, he got me good twice though, which was once more than I got him. There will be vengeance if I am still here Wednesday when we all go at it again.
My total was 4 touchdowns, 12 TD throws and a bunch of tackles or assists. I think it's not bad for my second time playing the game. First time playing in any sort of real format. It was fun.
Peace,
Angel.
20101210
20101209
Entry 17
Gave my best-man speech for RJ today, got a solid A. Sad though, it's something I should have been doing in reality about this time, not as a class. Got me in a really pissy mood, been pretty steady that way for the rest of the day.
I'm torn, I hate being in STL, but I don't want to stay here. I wish I had relatives out of state I could go visit or something, but I don't, so I'm just stuck here or there. Can I just ignore the hypothetical poison and hit the good stuff? Ah, suicide jokes, always makes the night better. Meh, too blasé about life currently.
I'm gonna kill the cat if it doesn't stop attacking the door though.
Meh,
Angel
I'm torn, I hate being in STL, but I don't want to stay here. I wish I had relatives out of state I could go visit or something, but I don't, so I'm just stuck here or there. Can I just ignore the hypothetical poison and hit the good stuff? Ah, suicide jokes, always makes the night better. Meh, too blasé about life currently.
I'm gonna kill the cat if it doesn't stop attacking the door though.
Meh,
Angel
20101208
Entry 16
Making Mac n Cheese n Peas for dinner. My favourite.
The playlist for the past day has been as follows:
Poe: Could've Gone Mad
Enigma: Why
Kesha: Take It Off
65daysofstatic: Aren't We All Running?
65daysofstatic: Weak4
One Republic: Secrets
Coheed and Cambria: Black Rainbow
Poe: Not a Virgin Anymore
Rise Against: Hero of War
Poe: Wild
RHCP: Aeroplane
Jason Mraz: Plane
Anberlin: Feelgood Drag
Clint Black: Like the Rain
Groove Coverage: Moonlight Shadow
Without A Face: Baylor Squirrels
These New Puritans: Attack Music
Nightwatchman: One Man Revolution
Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag
Nightwish: Over the Hill and Far Away
Tool: 46&2
Hurt: Wars
Gorillaz: Clint Eastwood
Kill Hannah: Lips Like Morphine
Rammstein: Das Model
Godsmack: Sick of Life
Submersed: Hollow
SoaD: IEAIEIO
All That Remains: Two Weeks
Elbow: Bones of You
Elbow: One Day of This
Elbow: Grounds for Divorce
White Stripes: Hardest Button to Button
White Stripes: Icky Thump
The food is delicious.
Tomorrow is my Public Speaking final. We have to give a "best man" speech, was going to annoy Lona with it and do it with her and some ill chosen guy. But then on my way to school this morning, it hit me what I could do.
Tomorrow, RJ is getting his wedding toast. It's an action I probably would be doing in some alternate universe where we all weren't pyros when we were younger, or he was more careful in his escapades in the service.
Ah, the Dandy Warhols just came on. The irony does not escape me.
Either way, that rat bastard is getting his toast, and it's going to be good.
A long time ago, we used to be friends, but I haven't thought of you lately at all,
Angel
The playlist for the past day has been as follows:
Poe: Could've Gone Mad
Enigma: Why
Kesha: Take It Off
65daysofstatic: Aren't We All Running?
65daysofstatic: Weak4
One Republic: Secrets
Coheed and Cambria: Black Rainbow
Poe: Not a Virgin Anymore
Rise Against: Hero of War
Poe: Wild
RHCP: Aeroplane
Jason Mraz: Plane
Anberlin: Feelgood Drag
Clint Black: Like the Rain
Groove Coverage: Moonlight Shadow
Without A Face: Baylor Squirrels
These New Puritans: Attack Music
Nightwatchman: One Man Revolution
Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag
Nightwish: Over the Hill and Far Away
Tool: 46&2
Hurt: Wars
Gorillaz: Clint Eastwood
Kill Hannah: Lips Like Morphine
Rammstein: Das Model
Godsmack: Sick of Life
Submersed: Hollow
SoaD: IEAIEIO
All That Remains: Two Weeks
Elbow: Bones of You
Elbow: One Day of This
Elbow: Grounds for Divorce
White Stripes: Hardest Button to Button
White Stripes: Icky Thump
The food is delicious.
Tomorrow is my Public Speaking final. We have to give a "best man" speech, was going to annoy Lona with it and do it with her and some ill chosen guy. But then on my way to school this morning, it hit me what I could do.
Tomorrow, RJ is getting his wedding toast. It's an action I probably would be doing in some alternate universe where we all weren't pyros when we were younger, or he was more careful in his escapades in the service.
Ah, the Dandy Warhols just came on. The irony does not escape me.
Either way, that rat bastard is getting his toast, and it's going to be good.
A long time ago, we used to be friends, but I haven't thought of you lately at all,
Angel
The Super-Coffee Incident
My body has been doing these semi-convulsion things all night. Supercoffee is probably my dumbest idea ever; it was the bastard child of chemistry knowledge and idiocy.
I took water, and then dumped in an entire bottle of Instant Coffee Grounds. Now, this would have been stupid under normal circumstances, but I take stupidity and give it a thorough schooling. I boiled the water first, and not just boiled but boiled it at such a high temperature that the grounds became liquid upon contact with that water.
Let me make sure you caught that, I didn't even stir it. They just sizzled into the raging waters without any help at all, that's ridiculous, this proves my stove is awesome. Anyways, I did that with 45 cups worth of grounds. This made three 8 ounce glasses of what I have deemed Super Coffee. It's give or take one cup 15 cups of coffee condensed into one cup.
Without getting into too many details, the idea behind a supersaturation is as follows for those of you that skipped highschool chemistry:
A liquid can normally contain X amount of a solid being dissolved into it before it becomes saturated, saturated being the point at which no more solid can be dissolved into it.
Now, if you heat that solid, you will be able dissolve more solid into it. The more heat you add, the more solid you can add.
Instead of being able to add X solid into Y liquid, you can now add X^n solid for every Y liquid. It's a neat property of matter.
Now, my situation.
My liquid was so hot it was boiling over and liquifying my solid upon contact. That's really freaking hot. Hot enough that 85g of the solid were dissolved into it. Just under 2g are supposed to go in each cup of coffee. That was distributed among three cups, so 28g in each cup.
So yes, I made coffee that was 15 cups in 1.
I am the dumbest smart person on the planet.
Now, just for kicks and giggles, make a foundation with the Chinese Buffet I had for dinner, and we start to see a problem.
Now, for the first two hours, I was fine. In fact, I have never been more productive ever. I slammed that paper to the mats and pinned it so hard he thought it was fatal.
But that cup wasn't finished after two hours, in fact, I had barely touched it. So just to spite the starving children in Africa, I felt like it was necessary to drink all of it. So I did.
30 minutes later, both my nervous system and digestive systems revolted. I mean, it was a gorram coup, or a mutiny. I walked over to the bathroom, and then vomited 12 times in a row. I thought I was dying. It was probably the most disgusting thing to happen to me in a long time.
But ever since then, I've had these spasms. I believe this is what we call an overdose. I do hope I don't die, that would make it very inconvenient when I go to PT and my final tomorrow morning, I imagine I would be rather sluggish.
But you know what? That paper is AWESOME,
Angel
I took water, and then dumped in an entire bottle of Instant Coffee Grounds. Now, this would have been stupid under normal circumstances, but I take stupidity and give it a thorough schooling. I boiled the water first, and not just boiled but boiled it at such a high temperature that the grounds became liquid upon contact with that water.
Let me make sure you caught that, I didn't even stir it. They just sizzled into the raging waters without any help at all, that's ridiculous, this proves my stove is awesome. Anyways, I did that with 45 cups worth of grounds. This made three 8 ounce glasses of what I have deemed Super Coffee. It's give or take one cup 15 cups of coffee condensed into one cup.
Without getting into too many details, the idea behind a supersaturation is as follows for those of you that skipped highschool chemistry:
A liquid can normally contain X amount of a solid being dissolved into it before it becomes saturated, saturated being the point at which no more solid can be dissolved into it.
Now, if you heat that solid, you will be able dissolve more solid into it. The more heat you add, the more solid you can add.
Instead of being able to add X solid into Y liquid, you can now add X^n solid for every Y liquid. It's a neat property of matter.
Now, my situation.
My liquid was so hot it was boiling over and liquifying my solid upon contact. That's really freaking hot. Hot enough that 85g of the solid were dissolved into it. Just under 2g are supposed to go in each cup of coffee. That was distributed among three cups, so 28g in each cup.
So yes, I made coffee that was 15 cups in 1.
I am the dumbest smart person on the planet.
Now, just for kicks and giggles, make a foundation with the Chinese Buffet I had for dinner, and we start to see a problem.
Now, for the first two hours, I was fine. In fact, I have never been more productive ever. I slammed that paper to the mats and pinned it so hard he thought it was fatal.
But that cup wasn't finished after two hours, in fact, I had barely touched it. So just to spite the starving children in Africa, I felt like it was necessary to drink all of it. So I did.
30 minutes later, both my nervous system and digestive systems revolted. I mean, it was a gorram coup, or a mutiny. I walked over to the bathroom, and then vomited 12 times in a row. I thought I was dying. It was probably the most disgusting thing to happen to me in a long time.
But ever since then, I've had these spasms. I believe this is what we call an overdose. I do hope I don't die, that would make it very inconvenient when I go to PT and my final tomorrow morning, I imagine I would be rather sluggish.
But you know what? That paper is AWESOME,
Angel
20101207
Interlude 3
I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven's rivers come to light I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
When I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven's rivers come to light I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
When I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain
Entry 15
The Freshman is being stalked by her now ex-boyfriend. I think I've gotten her to persuade him to stay in wentzville for the time being, but since he also said this when it happened and then was reported to have had his car break down in columbia, we're not taking chances. She's living with a friend for a few days, and I'm supposed to get the instant report if anyone sees him on campus.
I've briefed her on what to do if he's seen, basically run and hide near people or authority figures until other friends, hopefully myself included, can get to her and get her to a safe place. He's a nice enough guy, but he's trained in martial arts and he apparently has a bit of a temper. Her friends can take care of her, we're using my apartment (the only place he doesn't know about for sure) as the safe house fail-safe. I hope it doesn't come to that though, I would like to just talk sense into him and get her to meet with him in a very controlled environment. But I'm not sure about how well that's going to work.
Will keep the blog updated on future events.
For now, he hasn't made it to town, and hopefully will keep his word and won't.
But I've made the necessary preparations in case he does, and gotten her up-to-date on the anti-stalking measures.
Oh the things my friends get into,
Angel
I've briefed her on what to do if he's seen, basically run and hide near people or authority figures until other friends, hopefully myself included, can get to her and get her to a safe place. He's a nice enough guy, but he's trained in martial arts and he apparently has a bit of a temper. Her friends can take care of her, we're using my apartment (the only place he doesn't know about for sure) as the safe house fail-safe. I hope it doesn't come to that though, I would like to just talk sense into him and get her to meet with him in a very controlled environment. But I'm not sure about how well that's going to work.
Will keep the blog updated on future events.
For now, he hasn't made it to town, and hopefully will keep his word and won't.
But I've made the necessary preparations in case he does, and gotten her up-to-date on the anti-stalking measures.
Oh the things my friends get into,
Angel
20101206
Entry 14.1
So, I was lied to? Final is actually being handed out thursday, and we have until the next friday to do it. It's a freaking take home test.
I spazzed for nothing.
Other news, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is awesome. (Jost, go ask the redhead in your hall about it. It was a great film.) A further review will be on its way, because none of you reading this will ever pick up the initiative to see it.
Lazy bums,
Angel
I spazzed for nothing.
Other news, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is awesome. (Jost, go ask the redhead in your hall about it. It was a great film.) A further review will be on its way, because none of you reading this will ever pick up the initiative to see it.
Lazy bums,
Angel
Interlude 2
Apparently my MilSci Final is in two hours, not two days. Time to go study like a crazed asian.
Entry 14
Ugh, feel terrible. Trying not to throw up. Think it's from bad sleep mixed with bad food, but it might actually be real sickness the way I've been all weekend, I've basically spent the whole time sitting in a bacteria pool by myself without much movement.
Tried sleeping last night but kept waking up every hour. Nauseated to an extreme, texted Hancock and told him I can't make it to PT. I'll have to make up the long run on my own. Feeellll terrible.
I get the reader's digest version of being sick: No symptoms until my immune system just gets overwhelmed, then BAM everything at once. The next 8-12 hours suck ass. Then after a maximum of 12 hours, I get up and everything is fine again.
It's abbreviated, but hits all of the highpoints with ferocity.
But until then X_X death.
Facebook was awesome last night in response to the change in profile. If you haven't already changed, I would advise against it, it's very cluttered so far. But you'll be forced to change soon anyway, so don't get too cocky.
Facebook users FLIPPED out though, and demanded it be changed back. I couldn't laugh hard enough. Like users for a free service could demand *cat knocked over bottle of cranberry juice, derailing train of thought* a change is said service because they don't like it the new way. Normally, that might have a chance of working, but face it, addicts don't have bargaining power. They've got you and they know it. "If they wanted to change the homepage to an old man defecating on himself, you'd all still use it," said one person last night, and the kid was right.
But more importantly is that the users don't have a single RIGHT to complain. We can't whine that we no longer get a specific service free, when the altered service still sit in front of us still free. It's stupid, that's like hating your free car when it's the best one on the market, and yet they changed the colour on your dashboard lights. Or having a top notch cellphone just handed to you for free and then saying that you don't like that it doesn't have a full keyboard. YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR IT, YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN. I can't explain that enough. *cat is attacking bedroom door with ferocity, interlude, cat has been moved from the room, which gets ice cold during the night, to the laundry room, which is the warmest in the apartment, he can shut his psychotic face this morning while I sleep this off* Until you pay for a service, that service is a monarchy, or rather, an aristocracy; you get no voice because you don't actually contribute. Deal with it.
OMG CAT, SHUT UP.
Time to die for a while,
Angel
Tried sleeping last night but kept waking up every hour. Nauseated to an extreme, texted Hancock and told him I can't make it to PT. I'll have to make up the long run on my own. Feeellll terrible.
I get the reader's digest version of being sick: No symptoms until my immune system just gets overwhelmed, then BAM everything at once. The next 8-12 hours suck ass. Then after a maximum of 12 hours, I get up and everything is fine again.
It's abbreviated, but hits all of the highpoints with ferocity.
But until then X_X death.
Facebook was awesome last night in response to the change in profile. If you haven't already changed, I would advise against it, it's very cluttered so far. But you'll be forced to change soon anyway, so don't get too cocky.
Facebook users FLIPPED out though, and demanded it be changed back. I couldn't laugh hard enough. Like users for a free service could demand *cat knocked over bottle of cranberry juice, derailing train of thought* a change is said service because they don't like it the new way. Normally, that might have a chance of working, but face it, addicts don't have bargaining power. They've got you and they know it. "If they wanted to change the homepage to an old man defecating on himself, you'd all still use it," said one person last night, and the kid was right.
But more importantly is that the users don't have a single RIGHT to complain. We can't whine that we no longer get a specific service free, when the altered service still sit in front of us still free. It's stupid, that's like hating your free car when it's the best one on the market, and yet they changed the colour on your dashboard lights. Or having a top notch cellphone just handed to you for free and then saying that you don't like that it doesn't have a full keyboard. YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR IT, YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN. I can't explain that enough. *cat is attacking bedroom door with ferocity, interlude, cat has been moved from the room, which gets ice cold during the night, to the laundry room, which is the warmest in the apartment, he can shut his psychotic face this morning while I sleep this off* Until you pay for a service, that service is a monarchy, or rather, an aristocracy; you get no voice because you don't actually contribute. Deal with it.
OMG CAT, SHUT UP.
Time to die for a while,
Angel
20101205
Side Note
Well, at least I can now admit it to myself.
Insanity is incredibly attractive in a person to me.
As long as I'm not going to be killed in my sleep, or the person also has a gun collection, I'm pretty sure I would date any girl on earth as long as someone told me first "She's completely psychotic."
It keeps thing interesting, it makes them unique and fun and keeps me on my toes.
Being insane or crazy or psychotic is really attractive.
One day, this feature may get me killed. C'est la vie.
Insanity is incredibly attractive in a person to me.
As long as I'm not going to be killed in my sleep, or the person also has a gun collection, I'm pretty sure I would date any girl on earth as long as someone told me first "She's completely psychotic."
It keeps thing interesting, it makes them unique and fun and keeps me on my toes.
Being insane or crazy or psychotic is really attractive.
One day, this feature may get me killed. C'est la vie.
Entry 13
Ah yes, the art of turning a human being into a profile. I haven't gotten to do this since highschool. I really should find my 200+ personnel files on that old computer. It would be quite amusing to see what I had written down about the entire class and a bunch of prominent under and upper classmen.
But for now, I will continue to dissect the person that is GH until I can accurately decide whether or not Megan is going to be ok.
I believe I have decided why I like the army: It is the only place in the world where the phrase "If you're not cheating, you're not trying hard enough," is actually applied.
Orson Scott Card put out another book. Of course I just purchased it and will devour it in the next few moments.
The best restaurant in town is actually one of the worst. The chinese buffet place by the music store on the far side of town is probably the worst place I've ever eaten. The food is mediocre, the selection is pathetic, there are Korean babies running around everywhere and the service is at best below average. But it's the best place in the world, because even at its peak hours, you are likely to be the only one there. If I ever worked in the mafia or needed a quiet place to do deals, I would do them out in the open at that buffet, because it's the most calm and collected location in town.
But for now, I will continue to dissect the person that is GH until I can accurately decide whether or not Megan is going to be ok.
I believe I have decided why I like the army: It is the only place in the world where the phrase "If you're not cheating, you're not trying hard enough," is actually applied.
Orson Scott Card put out another book. Of course I just purchased it and will devour it in the next few moments.
The best restaurant in town is actually one of the worst. The chinese buffet place by the music store on the far side of town is probably the worst place I've ever eaten. The food is mediocre, the selection is pathetic, there are Korean babies running around everywhere and the service is at best below average. But it's the best place in the world, because even at its peak hours, you are likely to be the only one there. If I ever worked in the mafia or needed a quiet place to do deals, I would do them out in the open at that buffet, because it's the most calm and collected location in town.
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