October 31, 2001

Trick-or-treating

My floor is trick-or-treating, going around everyone's room and grabbing some sugar. I bought some Reeces cups, and Starburst suckers, which are both disappearing pretty fast. I should go see if anyone has any Skittles.

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The Grim Reaper strikes

Jen saw the Grim Reaper kill someone yesterday. I guess they had to wear a sign for the rest of the night saying they had been killed by a drunk driver, or something like that. Downstairs in the cafeteria, the kitchen workers dressed in costumes and served us brain. I didn't eat any, but the pizza was good. I like the idea of dressing up and all that, but I guess I don't understand it. I'm trying to figure out how Halloween fits into my life now, seeing as how is can be against some things I believe. Well, I'm not up for ghost-hunting, but candy I can do.

I read on ABCnews.com that a new terrorist attack is supposed to come within the next 24-72 hours. A lot of people are kind of nervous, but honestly it doesn't bother me. I mean, yeah it sucks and people are in danger... but I'm not afraid, or anything like that. If a bomb slams into my hall (which is extremely unlikely) or I get anthrax in the mail, who cares? Gotta die sometime. Might as well be now, when I'm happy and good to go. I guess it's all a matter of how you look at things. I could die anywhere, anyhow, even without this danger. I could die from food poisoning... only God knows what the kitchen people put in that stuff.

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October 30, 2001

Grim Reaper

I just met the Grim Reaper. He's walking around campus picking people to die. I think it's some kind of anti-drunk driving campaign. He walked right up to me and my room mate and stared at her for a minute. I thought he was going to pick her, but then he just kept walking. I don't want to die. I mean, I don't want to be hand-picked by a guy in a costume.

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October 29, 2001

Does God barter?

Is it possible to make deals with God? This is something I want to know. There's something I want him to do for me --for someone I know, actually. And it's a big deal. One of those life-altering kind of things. The only problem is that my friend, who I'm asking for, doesn't really believe in God to begin with.

Maybe I should ask God to fix my computer too. I e-mailed my brother, and he might come out tomorrow to try and get it straightened out. It just pooped again. I can't do anything.

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October 28, 2001

Computers are evil

Computers are evil. Evil. I hate them. I can't stand to not have them, but I want to hack them all to pieces. They hate me. I don't know why. I took my computer to my brother's house so he could put in Windows 98 instead of Millenium. It worked fine until I brought it to school... then it starts freaking out again. All these error messages --now it won't even get past the Windows screen. I want to throw it out my third story window. The whole thing, and watch it fall to the ground and break into 50 different pieces.

Thank God the library is open until midnight. I have a powerpoint presentation due tomorrow at 8:15 am. I'm sitting here on this computer wishing this one were in my room instead of that evil one I have. I paid a grand for a big piece of crap. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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October 24, 2001

Croatians to the rescue

My brother sent me this e-mail forward I thought was funny. If you're not Croatian (or from some nearby region) you probably won't think it's very funny. But I have to say, this gets the accent down pretty damn well. This is what a letter from the Croatian president to Bush Jr. would probably sound like.

Dir Prezident Bus (Bush)

Dis iz Prezident of Croashia Stipe Mesic riting to ju dis leder to saj dat Croashen gaverment and piple ar veri sory to hir vat hapen in United States of Amerika. Vi kent start to saj how bed dis iz end vi hop u find et guy hu did dis. Vi ar very sory dat piple die end vi saport ju gujs ol da vaj. If ju nid et, vi vil send fajters to verever u nid dem to bi. Vi bring gans end bams tu if u vant. I no dis iz not izi time for ju so vit dis leder I send tu ju baks vit drink from awr kontry to help ju kalm down a lidl bet so dat et bi izier for ju to tink how to kil dos ashole hu did et vat dej did. Agen, if u nid et eniting from us Prezident Bus, ju kol end let mi now end vi talk an de fone. Vance agen Mister Bus, vi r veri sory for vat hapen end vi hir ven u redi. Ju help as bifore, so vi vil bi hir to help ju gujs now.

Prezident of Croashia,
Stipe Mesic

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Pffffffffttt

My computer pooped. I came home from the weekend, and my room mate told me that it just stopped working. I took the stupid thing to my brother's so he could put in Windows 98 instead of evil Millenium, but it's still over there. So many problems. I have to sign up for classes some time this week. I'm going to have 7 classes next semester... I know I'm going to hate myself for it, but I gotta do it. 3 psych, 3 art, 1 ss class. But I know better this time around not to sign up for an early morning one. Heh.

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October 20, 2001

My weakness for dancers

I just spent the last few hours watching Sarah's mom dance to 60's and 70's songs in the church basement... I went with them to the reverse raffle because they had an extra ticket. Afterward was disco time. Jo was really funny... There was this one guy who was pretty cute. I thought he was okay until he got on the dance floor. After that, he went from cute to gottahavehim. Let me tell you, a guy that can move (and that can still have fun dancing with 40 year-old mothers in a church basement to Grease Lightning) is a great find. He pretended to be the Dancing Queen, and swayed his hips to Lady Marmalade. Forget Brian. I don't even care about Eric. I'm all about booty shaking boy. What a hottie.

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October 19, 2001

Family mafioso

My dad is in the Mafia... did you know that? He's not even Italian, or anything. But it seems like he knows so much about inside dealings. Or at least he thinks he knows. We were talking about anthrax, and he has all these conspiracy theories about how people are not really being contaminated... it's all a plot to get attention/make Americans more angry at terrorists. Like America can possible be more angry. Some people here want to completely wipe Afghanistan off the map. I should never have gotten him that book about Jimmy Hoffa.

I have officially decided that working at the library is something I can no longer afford. I know I'm no web design hot-shot or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure I can score a job working somewhere with what I know so far. I'll do almost anything to get paid without dealing with kids or obnoxious library patrons.

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October 16, 2001

Should've just asked

I know what the echo position is. I asked Tina... it's not anything about computers. Just a little childhood joke. I was getting worried that maybe I had missed something.

I'm considering changing majors. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do. I have to register for classes next week, and next semester can't be an "experiment" kind of thing. I need to make up my mind, and do it now. The problem is I've lost interest in a lot of things I used to love, and that's what I've been planning on doing my whole life. Now, I just don't see the point, really. What's the point of doing web design, art, psychology, endocrinology, computer science, anything... Everything seems like a lost cause to me. I'm a dork, I know. I just wish I knew what to do.

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October 15, 2001

ECHO ECho Echo echo

I'm trying to figure out what an echo position is. I should probably know this, but I'm kinda stupid so I don't. I'm looking it up everywhere, and I can't find anything. This girl across from me says she manipulates the echo position, and I want to figure out what that is. I'll do anything to avoid starting my three psych papers.

Steph got me a picture of Josh hartnett. I have to admit I still like that boy. She found his picture is a magazine at the library and ripped it out for me. Normally, I wouldn't encourage that kind of thing, but for Josh I've relaxed my rules. I have a habit of doing that... it's my weakness. The Indians lost game 5. Poop.

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October 14, 2001

There's no crying in baseball

The Indians lost. I protest. Now they have to go back to rainy Seattle to beat the Mariner's there. There always has to be a game 5. I guess it makes for more exciting baseball... but I guess I could use some "safe" excitement right now, because the kind of excitement I've been getting lately is no fun. Bombs, anthrax, Osama, etc. Not my idea of a great time. I need some exciting baseball, and a cute boy. Where the heck is Brian when you need him?

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October 12, 2001

Dude, Where's My Brain?

I'm watching Dude, Where's My Car... makes me want to have a continuum transfunctioner of my own. I think I aced my neuroscience test. I knew all the answers, the essays... I know I got an A. It's about time, too. Now I have a few tests on Monday, then I have a couple days off next week! Yay Shibby

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October 10, 2001

I think I have adult ADD

I am really in need of some distractions right now. Studying isn't going to do it. I mean, come one... I'm in college. Why study? Anyway, the only other thing going on is the MLB post-season. Yesterday's Cleveland@Seattle game was amazing. Well, I'm sure that Mariner's fans don't see it that way, but it sure did make me happy. I say Tribe in 4.

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Humor doesn't always heal

I've gotten a lot of e-mails lately, some amusing pictures, etc. I got one e-mail that told a story of a father and son 30 years from now walking about where the WTC towers used to be. Father says, "I can't believe the twin towers used to stand here." The boy had never heard of the World Trade Center, so he asked about them. The father replies, "Well, son the twin towers were two huge buildings that symbolized American success. Then one day a group of Arabs came and tore them down." The child then looks up and says, "Daddy, what are Arabs?"

This was mildly amusing when I first read it. But then I looked at some pictures on CNN.com, and now just feel like a bastard. How many innocent civilians are going to die now? Either by being bombed, or by diseases and poverty that comes from living as a refugee... How many? Now I just don't know what to think. On the one hand, I have that yeah they're going to get it now feeling. Then I think about it, and I realize how brutal that idea really is. Who is "they" exactly? Who am I wishing a violent death? Should I be wishing that at all, to anyone? No, I know I shouldn't. Not even Osama bin Laden, or anyone that actually killed anyone. Sometimes I scare myself with what kind of person I can be. This is definitely bringing out the best and worst in me. I'm hating every second of it.

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October 09, 2001

Why I'm not scared

We were talking last night about how it is possible for the whole country to be wiped out in no time, if someone evil gets a hold of crop-dusters, or access to various nucleus plants. A lot of people are kind of freaking out, almost like it was 1999 again. The new millenium, you know, was supposed to bring disaster (as if God cares worth a dime about our human calendar). This is Y2K fever all over again, except this time it's a more legitimate fear, I think. But I am not freaking out. First of all, my dad is from Bosnia. I'm willing to bet that he's seen a lot worse than this. People so often ignore death when it happens elsewhere, but as soon as it hits close to home, all of a sudden it's the end of the world. And second, I could die driving home on Friday. This whole war and terrorism deal is just another drop in the danger bucket. I'm not afraid. If I die, I die. Lots of people do it every day. Why stick around here unnecessarily if you could go kick it with God for a while, away from every dangerous thing? Osama bin Laden doesn't scare me, violence doesn't scare me, and death doesn't scare me. Why should it?

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October 04, 2001

Out of ideas

So, I've tried everything. Nothing has worked. I'm just going to have people burn cd's for me, because for some reason, not a single mp3 prog will work. Only one of them actually bothered to connect at all, and it dowloaded so slowly that I would have heard the song enough times on the radio to be sick of it already. All these rave reviews for Morpheus, and I can't even get te damn thing to connect. That's not cute. And sites with mp3s? Why do all of them say "cannot find this site"? They're all gone. Mp3 searches all say "cannot download this file." This is a conspiracy. I hate this computer... this evil piece of $hit computer. I hate Windows ME. Bill Gates is a loser. You know, nothing makes a man greedy like having a lot of money. That goes for Lars, too.

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October 03, 2001

Aimster sucks, too

Aimster was a bust. Piece of crap. It kept saying that it was searching for the file, but I guess it didn't do a good enough job, because it never found it. Bear Share wouldn't connect for five minutes. There's absolutely nothing out there that actually works. I swear, if I ever meet Lars Ulrich I will blind him.

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Kazaa sucks

My search for a new mp3 swapping program is ongoing. Kazaa won't work. It's been pissing me off royally the last hour, so I chucked it. WinMX never really connected. Well, for about five minues it did. Didn't download anything the whole day I had it on. And Audio Galaxy is just messed up. It took a few hours to download 6kb, and it keeps saying you can't download stuff because of copyright restrictions. WTF? Anyway, I'm still looking. Evil, evil Metallica, for taking away my Napster. But I am determined. I will not give up. Because I am a poor college student, and I'm not shelling out $15 for a cd that only has two good songs! Yes, I will find a way. Because if I didn't put any effort into this, I wouldn't have any excuse not to study.

I actually did some work today. I printed out some neuroscience notes, finished my art project, pretended to read a chapter in my social psych book... today's been a rather productive day. Now, onto the next file sharing program...

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October 02, 2001

What are people thinking?

I'm reading this article in Reuters, and I just find it unbelievable that somebody could kill thousands of innocent people, even children, and still consider themselves to be followers of God. And they act as if they are doing God's will by killing people, all kinds of different people from all over the world. Even killing their own kind. This is following God? This is like some kind of disease. In John 16 , it says that people will kill others because they think they are doing God a favor, but they do it because, in fact, they don't know God. These people don't know God. How could they?

Sarah is asleep on my couch. She said she was getting up in two minutes (that was about ten minutes ago). I think I should wake her up now... she's got class at 1:00. But I don't! Woooohoooo I love Tuesdays.

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