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I'm at work at the moment and just decided that I should update real quick. This place is so... government. Everything moves slowly and the thing that people do most often is sit and chat/talk/discuss with other people at great length, and generally this length depends on how interesting or perhaps exactly how talkative you are. At the moment, I've avoided the inevitable standing around and being unproductive. I'm a little bit discouraged from working for the Gov't, now because of the lack of... oomph that these people display. But, the pay's good, especially for someone of my age group, and the possibility that it will get better is actually quite high. I look forward to going home even more than usual, though. [[Nothing in general]] [Sunday, June 1, 2003 @ 08:13 a.m.]
Well, I have nothing to post about, but I'm doing it anyway. It's the ten minutes before I go to church, and here I am, trying to put up some more on my meager little blog. Well, here's the dilly, yo. I'm going to church whilst there I'm going to thank the woman who graciously accepted my plea to place my resume onto the very desk of the woman who eventually hired me. Then I'll do my best not to fall asleep. This falling asleep thing isn't something that's a habit, but the thing is, I finally borrowed from the library Crossroads of Twilight, which, in case you didn't know is the tenth book in the most elongatedly awesome series in the totality of the known Universe, and through most of the parts that are kind of fuzzy, too. IF you haven't read it, set aside a month of your life, go on hiatus and just read these books. They're great. As a certain someone I know would say, "Boy, were they grate!" That's all to say that I was up until about 0330 hrs. this morning reading. And the hard this is to do it slowly. I'm trying to savor it because it's not often that I come accross really cool books. Of course, I'm reading another really cool book Jennifer Government, which is all about a reactionary economic/governmental system that basically works the way rich people want it to. It's very interesting, and I suggest finding a copy of it, too. I start work tomorrow, and I feel as if someone has thrown me breadcrumbs to follow. In the dark. All I have for my instructions are "Meet me here, and don't be late." If it wasn't a government job I might suspect something interesting. But it is, so I won't, and therefore have nothing to look forward to tomorrow than getting up super early and going all the way around the Arsenal to try to come in on the other side, even though I can get to the Sparkman Center just fine by myself. For all the kids who are new to the Arsenal, I suppose it'll be a good thing. But for now, mon ami, I must away. [[Long overdue update]] [Tuesday, May 27, 2003 @ 06:05 p.m.]
Well, it's been a while, so I decided that it's just about time for one of these. What's changed since the last post? Well, I'm getting used to the Sable, not liking it, but I guess I might be attached after a few more years of squealing around corners like I have absolutely no differential at all. Yes, it does a lot of that. Maybe because it's white. That might be it. I've finished my inaugural year as a college student. What do I think of it? I think that it's not as much as it's cut out to be, and I'd be better off if I lived off campus. This won't be happening any time soon, though, because the job that I will have this summer, which I'll come to later, is not one that will last under the duress of the fall class curriculum on my schedule. I suppose now is later enough to explain about the job. You see, I put in a measly little application for a job on post at the Redstone Arsenal Acquisitions Center(this would be the place that orders everything for the general function of the year)Then, after a few little months, I finally got a little callback, in which I was asked to go to an interview. I got there a little early (meeting room in the HSV Public Library, since they didn't really want everyone to have to go through gate security) and waited, reading my book, dressed smartly in blue and gray. And when one of the interviewers did indeed show up on time, I went in and chatted with her while we waited for the other, apparently more senior interviewer to arrive. She was very nice and we did indeed make good smalltalk, and I believe that she liked me. So the other guy gets in and he talks to me a little bit about everything that this job has to do with. Clerical, being a "go-fer." Then, after I call once with no response, exactly, to the minute, one week after the interview, I call my contact and she tells me that I have the job and that the position basically opens up in June. So, supposedly, I start ASAP. As soon as they get all of my information. Then, I have to run and get them not only a letter of my full-time-ness as a student at UAH, but they also need a transcript, and they don't tell me this at the same time, so I have to make two trips to the office to get it done, and the second time, I can only get a promise that the secretary will fax out my transcript ASAP, because their directory is down and it'll take a while for it to be back up. After this is all done, I hear nothing, and now I still await word from my single contact in the Acquisition Center. I stand in the limbo between Employment and Un-. As for my quartering... Well, we've changed things about dramatically since my last post. Living with family still, but have been through the months of the apartment-type limbo while the house was completed, and now we're in the process of moving into the newly completed house, a feat that may very well take the rest of my natural life. There are a lot of things about it that I don't like. I wish that one of us would have been here all the time when they were working, because then we'd have a lot more quality work all throughout this little building, but as it is, it's not bad. There are the minor dents here and there, and the painting of the trim looks like something of an afterthought, but it'll do until we have the time to either cover it up or redo the entirety of the baseboarding. My cellphone beltclip broke, now I'm using that cover thingy. Brecken gets more beautiful by the day, but sadly I don't get to see her everyday. She went camping this past weekend, and I got a bit frustrated while moving and got a little bit bitter about being left alone for a weekend. I got to spend a little time with her last night, Memorial Day evening, and have consistently been chewed out people for not telling her beforehand that I was cooking steak of which she could have had some, and that only for an hour and a half. Now she's several hundred miles away in the big ATL. [humongous, regretful, rueful and somewhat lonely sigh] I look forward to days ahead with the anticipation of the unknown being brought to light, and of diahrrea, or in other words, I have mixed feelings about the future, but they will only be sorted out with time. Wrap that enigma in your conundrum and stick up your ol' quandary why don't you... [[Update]] [Friday, March 14, 2003 @ 05:27 p.m.]
Well, I'm updating again, and it hasn't even been a week. I'm impressed with myself. Brecken's home for the weekend, so most everything is well and good... Anna's birthday coming up... Got a new computer desk... Things seem to be going well... Which means that something horrible is going to happen soon. I don't doubt it. I was even getting used to the American car that I'm driving... Not that the car was bad in the first place, mind you, just not to my liking. Just a matter of taste. I don't have anything against it, it just doesn't have any marks for character in my book except for the conundrums that it presents in juxtaposition of the Volvo: - No corners. At all. Anywhere. Definitely not a Volvo. - V6, actually pulls the car along. Gets more than 18 mi/gallon. - Column shifter. That, I don't like. - Foot-pedal-type parking brake. Don't like that either, because I like the floor-shifter and console-positioned brake. With my new desk arrangement, I can actually place a desk in front and behind my workspace, and achieve real surround sound for once. And there was much rejoicing in the land... [[And... an update.]] [Wednesday, March 12, 2003 @ 06:54 p.m.]
So sue me, I don't update daily. I'm not an avid fan of posting my life on the web. I think it's kind of nifty, but not a necessary thing. It's not like my audience is actually interested in what happens moment to moment in my life. And if they are... Well, that's a fetish that hasn't been catalogued yet. That must be something like having a fascination with really plain, absolutely non-interesting people. What I realized today: There are a lot of really sick people in the world. I talked to three, yes, three people in one day who said that they liked integration. Albeit, I don't have anything against it, but someone tell me exactly how you get to love integration. You take numbers and you manipulate them. I'm not really interested in seeing these little abstract ideas dance on a page, but it's the application that really kind of intrigues me. It's like this: Math is the means by which to solve physics problems. Physics problems are the means by which to solve real-life engineering problems. Engineering solutions are a means by which to toy with the universe at large, usually by way of being lazy and changing how something operates. Anyway. Spring break is still a few weeks away, and I have yet to figure out how to get to Birmingham the legit way... Maybe I'll find one easily... Maybe not... [[Friday.]] [Friday, February 7, 2003 @ 09:16 p.m.]
Yes, folks it's Friday already, and I feel screwed. I don't know why. I feel like somebody's been holding a million dollars under my nose, and then dropped it into a pit full of paper-eating something's that are really menacing and don't look as if they'd like for me to join them. Probably ants or the like. Either way. Took a physics test in 1/2 an hour, which kind of scares me, because I don't know if I'm that good... But there were quite a few who got out before I did, so I'm not too terribly worried. And on top of all that, Valentine's Day is coming up. I don't know if that should worry me or not, but to some extent it does. Just because it's a holiday, and -- I know it's not really performing, but it's close to the feeling -- I don't feel as if I'll be performing very well. It just has me worried. It's the same kind of worried one gets standing in the wings, ready to leap onstage. It's what I guess would be the good version of nervous. Anxious? Kind of. Anticipatory. That's it. And Richard and Neel are in Birmingham. How jealous I am. I wish I was down there. Oh well. Life goes on... [[Bite me, polar coord's...]] [Tuesday, February 4, 2003 @ 01:59 p.m.]
There is nothing less satisfying than sitting in class andrealizing that everything being told to you is just a patronizing repetitio of things that you were told not too long ago in the first place, for the second time. Well, I take that back. There are quite a few things less satisfying. This is the one that reaches as close to zero that I've ever really found. Yes, I'm actually typing this while in class, and -- guess what? -- it doesn't really matter! Yes indeed, I see a bright future in the "Repeating things needlessly" market. It seems that everything I've been told already is being "reinforced," or redundacized (no, it's not really a word, but I don't care). And all this converting between rectangular and polar? Sure, useful, but I prefer an application to a problem. This lab sucks, so far. [[Lab reports suck.]] [Monday, February 3, 2003 @ 07:36 p.m.]
Physics, while a great field of study, is only good if one applies oneself to learn it from a person who is good to learn from. That is to say, I don't like my physics class. The lab blows monkeys. And not good monkeys. Leperous monkeys that don't deserve to have lived on the face of the earth, like Michael Jackson (though his musical contribution has been decent) and Richard Simmons (No useful contribution to society, deserves a messy, musical death recorded and sold as "Bleeding to the Oldies"). I have quiz every week and I have a lab report that hasn't been explained due every week as well. I'm disappointed in my experience in physics, because it's been great up until now. It's like I've walked off a cliff and didn't fall. Some people would say this is a good thing. To anyone who truly love physics, it would be enough to make you cry in midair. Weep for the acceleration! Moan for the forces! Grieve for the universe and comsos at large! Physics is no longer Phun phor everyone! [[Well, maybe a little bit more.]] [Thursday, January 23, 2003 @ 10:08 p.m.]
I'm kind of in a typing sort of mood this evening, so I think I'll type a little bit more. I don't really have anything to say, so I'll just go for what comes to mind at the moment. Right now, I'm thinking I'll do something with a creative touch to it. How about a duck story? Sound good? Of course not, because you can't hear it. Well, in the deep heart of Duck territory, everyone knows that there's the great huge Duck Castle. Now, the castle isn't quite what you'd expect, and there's no way of knowing exactly how things like this come about, but they do, simply because evolution moves on, and it would be arrogant to think that monkeys were the only ones to learn how to do this kind of thing. Now, the castle. It's kind of hard to call it a castle, because it really doesn't look like one. When one thinks of castles, one generally thinks of things with large walls and turrets and crenelations and huge doors with large timbers and all that sort of rot. Well, this one doesn't have any of that. In point of fact, it looks a lot like a termite hill. With ducks on. Ducks aren't much fond of the indoors, as is evident by their natural habit of flying and not building houses. So as is the case here, the ducks have simply congregated together and made a large nest. Of course, the nature of personality dynamics taking its place here, the nests are all very much separate and basically private, if one is on a horizontal plane with the rest of them. Privacy, though, is somewhat laughable in this case, because the ducks find that the best privacy is the one where you can't see the person in the next nest. But of course, one wants to be able to leave the castle when one will. This leads to something that looks like a miniature hedge maze, with eggs. [[Gosh it's been a bit]] [Thursday, January 23, 2003 @ 09:43 p.m.]
OKay. Updating blog after quite a while of being complacent... I'm going to start updating every time I get on, or at least try to... I don't know if I'll be able to do it. The odds are that I'll just get really accustomed to my new homepage and just completely ignore it just the way I would any other page that I set as a homepage. But, then again, that's where Opera steps in and makes my life a whole lot better. I'm going to spiel about Opera, now. I like it. It's the incarnation of what I like when I want to browse the web. The tabbed pages clear up my screen, and they make it so much easier to multi-task. This way, I can look at something on the web and do several other important things at the same time. And if I actually need to, I can open up a separate Opera and look at more windows grouped in something of the same way. It's customizable, but I don't care too much about that, because I like the general simple and readable scheme quite a bit. Too much so to change it to something that's difficult to read and hard to navigate with. The gestures are handy, but can get in the way sometimes, because I'm naturally a keyboard person anyway. So then I turn them off and everything is great. Ah. Opera. How I love thee. Well, other than that, what's happened... College doesn't have weather days, but Alabama does! Everything shuts down for 1/2 an inch of snow! Whoopee! I'm so happy. I got a day off. Albeit, that's a day home, which is the equivalent of being given a Ferrari to drive around the parking lot, but still, there's something to be said for a little bit of freedom as opposed to a demanding schedule and the rigors of trying to pay for gas and whatnot. So Brecken's in Birmingham and I'm not liking that. I have to find a way down there, because I really want to go. I don't know why. It's just that every time I'm there, I tend to have a fun time, no matter what it is I actually do, or who I spend my time with. Even the coincidence where I had to spend the night with Mr. Chapelle of Chapelle Enterprises Corp., a multinational organization composed of 1 person. I found it to be rather entertaining and enlightening. And I still got to spend the days with Brecken. As it is, I look forward to the next time I see her at all. With all good luck that'll be next Saturday. That gives me about 9 days to wait. I count the days. And my classes, as I figured, are steadily getting more difficult as the semester moves on, and at some point, they might actually get difficult. As it is, I have yet to take a test in history, though I am dreading it somewhat, as it sounds like a killer. I'm still a week ahead in physics, but I see that lead coming close to nil by the end of the semester, when we'll be beating the dead horse that Newton brought to life... I'll manage through. Somehow. Poor little me, trying my hardest and darnedest to get through this horrible, oppressive world... or I could be floating through like a butterfly on the breeze, gently floating on the cushion of supportive firmament... But no, I'm just kind of ignoring it, like the way I do my homepage in Explorer, when I use it. C'est la vie. [[Update]] [Thursday, January 9, 2003 @ 09:39 p.m.]
Today is nothing. I'm updating because I actually looked at the site and Richard apparently wanted me to update. Here you go. [[Turkey Day, come and gone...]] [Sunday, December 1, 2002 @ 04:28 p.m.]
Yes, indeed, Thanksgiving has passed, and I am none the heavier, for some strange reason. Brecken came back, and I got to spend time with her every day over the five day weekend. It made me happy. That's about it. [[A single burden lifted...]] [Monday, November 25, 2002 @ 09:00 p.m.]
Yes, the burden has been lifted, my Honors English paper is in. The 6-page one. Now I have a 10-page one to write. Great. Passed my piano-proficiency test for Music Theory. Getting along in Calc. Frau Scholtz hates me with a passion kindled over a Bunsen burner in a beaker of some organic compound. And yet, still, my predicament is no better. I'm unemployed through my own subconscious' device of forgetfulness (yeah, make fun of me) and I'm living in a hellhole. Oh well. God grant us peace. [[]] [Sunday, November 17, 2002 @ 10:47 p.m.]
Nothing to say. At all. Heard an Ethiopian guy speak in church today... he's a martyr because he's got bits missing from not-nice things happening while people tortured him for being a Christian. I found great pride in meeting him, and was profoundly admiring of his demeanor and speaking ability, as he had mastered the use of the short pause. In other news, this weekend, Brecken came back. Yay! But at this point in time, she's back at UAB. Allow me to start walking to Birmingham... We had fun. We went to watch Harry Potter II: the Chamber of Secrets. It was pretty good for a movie directed at 12-year-olds. The acting was kind of bad at points, but the graphics were great, the chase-scenes and whatnot were embellished upon tastefully enough to make them more exciting, and overall, the plot was kept basically intact. It worked. Got to write another composition since I didn't think the first one would fly (for music theory). This one's actually consonant [not disonant]. I'd let you listen to it, but it's only 54 seconds long. It's not worth it. Go find something better to do. Richard should be just about ready for his Harvard interview, as I helped him a little bit. C'est la vie. Oh, and my dad reserved a lot off of Balch Rd... Should be interesting... new comp works like a dream... life is OK.... [[It's midnight]] [Thursday, November 14, 2002 @ 12:07 a.m.]
Well, I'm not going to Vanderbilt like I had hoped, mainly because I can't pay for the gas up, even if someone else paid for the gas back. I get to see Brecken sooner, though, and that's a plus. It's a big plus. Sometimes I'll be playing Civ III when we start to chat, and I kind of zone into the game and out of our conversations, and I feel bad about that. Really bad. So I need to think up a way to make it up to her. Hmm... [[It's been a while...]] [Wednesday, November 13, 2002 @ 11:36 a.m.]
Well, it's been a while since I updated this page, but I think that's ok, because there's been a lot to happen. Of course, there hasn't been nonstop action, I don't have much of that at all. But I have been moderately busy at some points. At the other points I've been lazy, go figure. So, what have I done? I went to Birmingham, met my Caucasion clone, spent the night on a really comfortable couch, spent some quality time with Brecken and her friends, got to drive a Lexus, came back, and a few days later got a new computer. It's sweet: P IV 2.4 Mhz w/ 512 MB, Soundblaster 5.1, Geforce 4200 128 MB, 16x DVD, 40x16x48x CD-RW, LCD fan/temp readout. I like the power button: it's clear plastic with a blue LED behind it. I only got the 17" monitor with it, but we take what we can get. I can actually use the animations in Civ II now, without being slowed down at all. Same with Black and White. Graphics as high as they go and I get more FPS than if I were to record myself of digital media throwing my old computer out the window. Well, that's a bad illustration, but I just wanted to picture that. So I did that, and now I'm going to try to go to Vanderbilt to see the BJHS SB team compete, that and hang out with Joseph -- and Brecken, with any good luck. What else do I have to do? I have a 10 page final to write for English, I have another paper to write for Honors, I have a Chem final, and a Calc final, and my lab is over, so I don't have anything there, now... I don't have too much to do, except find a job. And I'll be going to Wal-mart if I don't get a call-back from someplace soon. I think I might do that in the next week, if Candy Candy doesn't get to me. That and I have to figure out how to get out of my parents' house. The obvious choice here would be to get a job, make enough money, move into a dorm or an apartment, and continue to work. Yeah, that's the way it should work, but I have to have a job first, and I'm picky. I shouldn't be so picky about where I want to work, but I am. Oh well. It'll all work out in the end, and I'm in a decent mood right now, so it's all groovy. [[Nothing to do. Again.]] [Monday, October 14, 2002 @ 10:47 a.m.]
Well, it turns out that I really don't have anything to do now either. I'm at school, and am completely bored. There's an hour and forty-five minute wait until my next class, and that's after trying to dawdle around here forever. My efforts at doing a little bit of calculus while waiting were kind of dashed in my attempts to stay awake which occurred simultaneously. So I had a bird drop an acorn on my head and decided that the library was the place to go for a little bit of rest and relaxation. So what do I end up doing? This. Rest. Relaxation... figments of my imagination. I'll just pretend that I'm relaxed and resting. Maybe I can try it again sometime later and achieve an end. Damn, I have to read The Ring and the Book. I need to find it online and download a little bit of it. It's not very fun reading, nor is it very short. I can officially say that I really hate it, and I'm getting to dislike Dr. Early a bit, as her "backing away from just giving lectures" class style is exactly the same as her lecturing style. Amazing how that kind of thing works out. Oh well. Needless to say, I'll be slacking off, not doing calculus or English, and I'll especially not be trying to stay awake if I can find a couch or something somewhere to fall asleep on. [[Ah yes, the bright afternoon is...]] [Saturday, October 12, 2002 @ 03:24 p.m.]
Crap. Well, nothing is happening today. At all. It's like being "fine" yesterday, except to a greater degree, because I haven't even left the house today. I just felt obligated to post something because I'm on my computer and I really don't have anything else to do. In point of fact, I'm reaching for something to do. I've been surfing, doing basically nothing for a while. I'm kind of getting tired of it. Oh well. [[First Official Entry]] [Friday, October 11, 2002 @ 10:15 p.m.]
Indeed, the first official entry of my status of well-being or lack thereof cometh hereafter. I'm fine. That's about it, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, but that kind of "fine" embodied by the sense of when someone asks you how you're doing and you tell them you're "fine" you're not lying, and that word actually sums up everything. It's all-encompassing in its boring-ness. Yes, I used a Bush-ism. I might as well defensify myself against the onslaught of crapification. Nothing happened today, and I didn't talk to anyone. At all. Family doesn't count, because they don't provide real conversation in any sense or capacity of the word. [[Good Evening, World!]] [Friday, October 11, 2002 @ 09:44 p.m.]
Yes, I did it again, so I can try to get all this spacing correct. [[Hello World!]] [Friday, October 11, 2002 @ 09:43 p.m.]
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