Second Saturday of Spring Break
"It's like musical tupperware." - Martin, 06/02/2003
Resolutions for the new quarter: I will
hang out with Beth more.
hang out with Geoff less.
not wait until the last hour or two to do my homework.
write my papers before they are due.
finish the reading for my papers before the night before they're due.
begin the reading before the night before the paper is due.
do the reading for my papers, period.
be frugal with my money and effective with my time.
give fewer compliments.
talk less is general.
talk more when it's important to do so.
keep in better touch with my non-Chicago friends.
try to make more non-University friends in Chicago.
wash my jeans more often.
go to church more often and more eclectically.
write more poetry.
write more short stories.
write better, all told.
spend less time on the computer.
spend more time on my bike.
try to break with commercialism.
get better grades.
establish a firm and healthy dietary pattern.
establish a firm and healthy sleeping pattern.
throw all of this aside for a week to lead the Shoreland Scav Hunt team to victory, of course.
Road trip was fun, but nothing that would be interesting to relate. The new Harvest Moon looks like it is awesome, but it's only for Game Cube, and there's apparantly only three marriageable girls, rather than five or whatever it is on 64 or SNES. I like horseradish, and am afraid of of extremely fine girls and my grandfather. I search for the meaning I once had in life, and wonder if I have, in fact, forgotten it. I earnestly hope to die, and soon, but have resigned myself to a long life. I can no longer fly. I can no longer remember, hear, or see without assistance and concentration. I am twenty years old, and an old man to boot. I am twenty years old, nearly twenty-one, and I have already given up drinking at least once. I am still bitter about my last girlfriend, and still wistful about the girl I loved before her. I still ache when I think of either of them. I am ashamed that I cut off my hair for no reason, and I am completely cold-hearted to the plight of almost all other human beings. I do not even believe that they are human, that I am human. They -we- are automata, and I can sometimes feel myself becoming more a machine each passing day, each passing moment. I am a bastard, in the modern sense of the word, and it takes a great deal of my will not to become worse. I fear my will. I have seen myself do terrible things, break people, and destroy what beautiful and unique, all for the sake of doing, changing, pragmatizing. I have fought countless battles against myself and lost most of them. I know from experience that if I met me, I would not be able to tolerate being near me. I am coming to find that I do not like the fact that the people I am so close to are so close to someone like me. I have been ranting now for what should be more than a paragraph, and I am still of the subject of myself.
And that sickens me.
Wednesday, Spring Break
"I can't tell you things and talk at the same time." - Jody, 03/20/2004
So here I am in Holland, Michigan, at Jeremy's house, posting at his insistance. I like tacos. I finally made train reservations, and soon must steel myself against the oncoming pre-quarter drudgery. Not to mention that all the classes I want to take are at 10:30. (SOSC isn't, but then again, I don't really want to take SOSC, do I?)
Pants. I'm wearing them.
Pants -they're not just for breakfast anymore.
Friday (I think) of Finals Week
"As your friend, I just need to fondle your shoulders." -Bernadette, 04/30/2003
Finals went pretty well. Paul sent me a ROM of this old SNES game called Ogre Battle. Oh my word. It is so addicting. It's like some real-time cross between Pokemon and Ghengis Khan II: Clan of the White Wolf. Both good games is themselves, their combined good features in this game make it pretty awesome, though there's a crazy large amount of strategy involved; at least, if you don't want to be a completely evil tyrant with a corrupt army of evil. It rocks so much.
Before he sent me that, I was also playing a lot of Breath of Fire, as well as a little Chrono Trigger and Secret of Evermore. It's been somewhat hard to get my hands on quality ROMs since Vimm's Lair changed itself up. The Manual Project is still quite useful, though.
I saw a girl with a 'Vincent' T-shirt on today, and two thoughts went through my mind: "Hey, she's cute" and "'Vincent' is Latin for 'they conquer'."
Sunday
"Oh, I'm smart; just not in the ways of learning." -Drew, 07/07/2003
There's really not that much difference between wearing clothes and not wearing clothes. Except pockets. On that note, I actually fired up ZZT today, after playing SNES RPGs all afternoon. I had figured out in the bathtub that the sequence of numbers where each is the double of the previous in the sequence, starting with one, is identical to the sequence of numbers, starting with one, where each number is the sum of all previous numbers in the sequence plus one. I later discovered that the sequence of numbers, starting with three, where each number is the sum of all previous numbers in the sequence minus one, is also identical to them from the second number in the sequence onward. The reasons behind all these are manifest, but the discoveries were somewhat surprising to me nonetheless.
As it turns out, I'm not going to be moving into a single, which means I no longer have an excuse not to clean this room. Except, of course, being busy with finals.
I found it curious that the other day, I saw a guy that was so undeniably hot that I have to admit I would've been willing to make out with him. The count of 'guys Ian would make out with' has been raised to two. It is still an extremely overpowered minority, both compared with 'guys Ian would not make out with' and with 'girls Ian would make out with', though it is hard to say which of those two is stronger.
Well, it's now time for me to get a good night's sleep before my exam.
Saturday
"Five deep and six a-boobie?" -Geoff, 05/26/03
I just got done having a conversation about whether or not fish are an efficient form of vengeance.
Anna and I went scavaging this evening, which turned into me going dumpster diving, which is how we made a fantastic discovery. We found an organ in an dumpster. Every keeps asking me, "Which one?" and every single time I say, "An electric, I think." I don't say this to be funny, but because I kept genuinely forgetting all the previous incidents. We salvaged the double keyboard, the tabs, the cover/music tray, and one of the noise-makey parts, I think. It makes me feel re-assured to know that we successfully mobilized a task force of two cars and ten people in a matter of minutes. We will be ready for scav hunt.
Who throws away an organ? For that matter, who throws away a perfectly good, seemingly unused dowel? I know the answers to both questions, of course. A seminary and a theatre.
The sprinkles on the dohnut, though, was this: We have spent roughly half an hour, probably more, in a dumpster, trying to take the interesting pieces of the organ off the bulkier ones. Eric Hove and I, the last two there, have just slid the last piece into his backseat. Before I have even closed the door, three UCPD cars pull up. We nonchalantly get in the car and drive away. The cops ignore us, and instead go over to examine the dumpster with their flashlights.
I want to be a Nietzschean "artist of violence".
Monday, Tenth Week
"Natural causes. That means his wife shot him." -Peca, 03/07/2004
Sunday was a crazy day. Today was a tiring one. I really can't think of why I might be posting.
I think it's time to play me some Duck Hunt.
Saturday
"I love you without pants." -Courtney Douglas, 03/06/2004
So Lorange just sent me proof that there are, indeed, pictures of me topless floating about on the Internet.
While I'm at it, this seems like a really good idea.
The Living Euphony was a blast. Unfortunately, it seems most people took Martin's injuncture to heart, and no original poetry was read. Well, with the exception of Thiboult, but even he read only two very short pieces. The poetry of the night was, in general, of an inordinately high quality, including Thiboult's. Also strange was that most people were there.... on time. All of this combined to create a most singular Living Euphony.
It was certainly not without its delights, however. It is my estimation that any party where I am encouraged to take my pants off cannot, after all, be that bad. There was a girl there who had caught my attention a number of previous times at the library, and to whom I had every intention of introducing myself, but it appeared that she left sometime shortly after the reading. I did, however, meet a number of quite charming people, discovered a delicious new concoction, and also made the pleasant discovery that Anna does not drink. Josie sang a very beautiful old song, made all the more authentic by one of the verses collapsing into her exclaiming, "I am so drunk!" I got to better know Courtney, from Euphony, and I also met a most enchanting young woman from Max and Ohio, who somewhat shared my experiences in Japanese. Actually, I discovered that I knew a fair number of people from Ohio, and I had to confess that my entire knowlegde of Ohio comes from songs by the band 1945.
I think taking Latin has affected my English sentence structure somewhat.
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