I know half of the semister is already over but college life takes some getting adjusted to so now is the first time that I've really been able to sit down and look at a weekly schedule that I can pretty much say I'm going to stick to. So here it is:
MONDAY
1:00-Chemistry until 1:50
2:00-English until 3:30
6:00-PE lecture until 6:50
8:00-ACE meeting
9:15-Minute Men Film meeting
TUESDAY
3:30-UNI 101 until 4:30
8:00-CCF until 9:30
WEDNESDAY
8:00-PE until 8:50
1:00-Chemistry until 1:50
2:00-English until 3:30
5:00-Church until 7:30
THURSDAY
12:30-Intro to Film Production until 3ish
3:30-Freshman Seminar until 4:30
6:00-Flicker Film Society until 7:00
FRIDAY
8:00 PE until 8:50
1:00 Chemistry until 1:50
2:00 Moviemaker's series until 4:30 or earlier
Of course this is just the USUAL. There are huge variation from week to week as to where I'll be. I hope you all have a better general idea of when you can reach me and when I'm available to do jank. Keep it real...and fresh...
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
New Hanover Sleeps Alone Tonight
The PRO-crastinator
I don't know how many of you out there like to procrastinate like I do but to those of you who do, it's a double edged sword isn't it. I have a general idea that there are two types of people in this world. Procrastinators and organized punctual people. Save a handful, (maybe 6 in the whole world) the organized people are all sick sick people with mental issures that they need to get worked out with a head doctor. I mean, if you don't believe me just take a look at one next time you see them. They are probably sitting up straight in their chair, wide-eyed and staring at the wall. Sick-o's....probably communists,,,,ALL OF THEM!
Now the other type person is like me. We really care about our work. We just don't care quite enough. It really is a very sad cycle. I constantly remind myself that I have a lot of work to do and without fail each time I put everything off until the last minute. If it doesn't have to be turned in but its one of those border line things that NEEDS to be done anyway. It's screwed. I'm not ever going to do it. I feel like I'm falling down a tunnel of DOOM and I need to dig myself up fast before I'm lost forever in the Procrastinator's dream.
I had no idea that some people get addicted to Glade through snorting it....
I don't know how many of you out there like to procrastinate like I do but to those of you who do, it's a double edged sword isn't it. I have a general idea that there are two types of people in this world. Procrastinators and organized punctual people. Save a handful, (maybe 6 in the whole world) the organized people are all sick sick people with mental issures that they need to get worked out with a head doctor. I mean, if you don't believe me just take a look at one next time you see them. They are probably sitting up straight in their chair, wide-eyed and staring at the wall. Sick-o's....probably communists,,,,ALL OF THEM!
Now the other type person is like me. We really care about our work. We just don't care quite enough. It really is a very sad cycle. I constantly remind myself that I have a lot of work to do and without fail each time I put everything off until the last minute. If it doesn't have to be turned in but its one of those border line things that NEEDS to be done anyway. It's screwed. I'm not ever going to do it. I feel like I'm falling down a tunnel of DOOM and I need to dig myself up fast before I'm lost forever in the Procrastinator's dream.
I had no idea that some people get addicted to Glade through snorting it....
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Total Warp Speed 9!!!
One of my theories
As a disclaimer for this Post...if you are a skater-kid. DO NOT READ...
I saw it happening when I was leaving my high school but now that I've come back to visit since being away at college the problem is all the more evident. Kids (middle-high school aged) dressed up as Skaters and cruising around in groups on skate boards but usually on foot. Black or very dark colors dominate their oversized underconcieved wardrobes and they all sport the same obnoxious hair cuts. Yeah they're being DIFFERENT and INDEPENDENT and ANARCHY YEEEEAH!....yeeeah...just like all the other different independent anarchy kids in school...yeahh...gulp.
PATHETIC!!! Look at yourselves. You aren't fooling anyone. We know you went through an identity crisis about a year ago and found something you thought was "cool" in being with the skater lifestyle. A lifestyle that, interestingly enough, was not created by skaters but by posers and people just like you that don't know quite WHO they are! Hope thats working out well for you kid. Try not to trip on your tent-like pants with your big wide untied flat shoes.
Now your question may be, why are there still so many kids dressed like "sk8ers" out there still today, even after the WHOLE WORLD knows how lame they are? Here is my theory. About 75% of the kids that decided they wanted to be skater kids did it on the tail end of the fad. They helped it burn out into a glorious flaming ball of lameness. They all bugged their parents to take time out of their 9-5 to go to Belk or the CCS catalogue to completely update their wardrobes. Now that this look is obviously stupid enough to make aboriginals laugh at you the kids have nothing left to do but cling to their flawed ideas and hope no one notices, or walk around naked. Current decency laws taken into consideration, they must choose to sulk around in their dumpy Element shirt and HUGE black Independant Truck Company pants. Now that I think about it this way I can't say I really blame them for being SOOOOOO depressed all the time.
oh, and by the way...half-pipe killed my hamster....
As a disclaimer for this Post...if you are a skater-kid. DO NOT READ...
I saw it happening when I was leaving my high school but now that I've come back to visit since being away at college the problem is all the more evident. Kids (middle-high school aged) dressed up as Skaters and cruising around in groups on skate boards but usually on foot. Black or very dark colors dominate their oversized underconcieved wardrobes and they all sport the same obnoxious hair cuts. Yeah they're being DIFFERENT and INDEPENDENT and ANARCHY YEEEEAH!....yeeeah...just like all the other different independent anarchy kids in school...yeahh...gulp.
PATHETIC!!! Look at yourselves. You aren't fooling anyone. We know you went through an identity crisis about a year ago and found something you thought was "cool" in being with the skater lifestyle. A lifestyle that, interestingly enough, was not created by skaters but by posers and people just like you that don't know quite WHO they are! Hope thats working out well for you kid. Try not to trip on your tent-like pants with your big wide untied flat shoes.
Now your question may be, why are there still so many kids dressed like "sk8ers" out there still today, even after the WHOLE WORLD knows how lame they are? Here is my theory. About 75% of the kids that decided they wanted to be skater kids did it on the tail end of the fad. They helped it burn out into a glorious flaming ball of lameness. They all bugged their parents to take time out of their 9-5 to go to Belk or the CCS catalogue to completely update their wardrobes. Now that this look is obviously stupid enough to make aboriginals laugh at you the kids have nothing left to do but cling to their flawed ideas and hope no one notices, or walk around naked. Current decency laws taken into consideration, they must choose to sulk around in their dumpy Element shirt and HUGE black Independant Truck Company pants. Now that I think about it this way I can't say I really blame them for being SOOOOOO depressed all the time.
oh, and by the way...half-pipe killed my hamster....
Friday, October 08, 2004
Mag-lites Are Great for Lighting AND Beating Things Up
Move your smile a little to the left....
I knew that my sister was getting married this weekend, and that I would be a groomsman, but I had no idea of the amount of work that went into it this jank! I thought it would be like me picking up a tux, walking around at the front for a bit, then coming back or whatever. NOOOOO...we have to smile constantly...escort people and complete a complicated series of turning mechanics when the bride reaches the front. After this rehearsal I must say I'm quite exhusted! At least I got some tasty steak and cake at the rehearsal dinner!
I think there needs to be a big polar bear in the church tomorrow.
I knew that my sister was getting married this weekend, and that I would be a groomsman, but I had no idea of the amount of work that went into it this jank! I thought it would be like me picking up a tux, walking around at the front for a bit, then coming back or whatever. NOOOOO...we have to smile constantly...escort people and complete a complicated series of turning mechanics when the bride reaches the front. After this rehearsal I must say I'm quite exhusted! At least I got some tasty steak and cake at the rehearsal dinner!
I think there needs to be a big polar bear in the church tomorrow.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
I Could Fly if my Wings Weren't Made of Plastic
Bugs suck...
I want you to picture something. You're looking out onto a peaceful pasture scene. Herds of bison roam freely while the rancher and his family enjoy a picnic in the mid-ground to the right of the frame. A playful dog hops towards their table, the golden light of a setting sun washed over his dusty fur. The hills of the pasture glow with a natural beauty and the wind gently lifts the amber leaves of the trees with its cool first breath of fall. In the background you see a quaint ranch house, the screen door invitingly cracked open while a black and white kitty cat relaxes on there worn in porch swing.
Just reflect on what emotions are stirred by this scene for a moment and then continue reading...
Now here is what you don't see. The bison are infested with parasite known as siduous nomisticius. They are a mite known for burrowing under the surface of the animals skin and causing a discomfort that the animal can literally do nothing about. The family at the picnic can't decide if they should eat or spend more time swatting the mosquitoes that plague them, and their animals relentlessly. Not to mention the annoying flies that seem to have taken a liking to Mama's home cookin'. Buddy, their dog, has heartworms and just a short time to live. Meanwhile their cat, Mr. Boots shares a parasite with Buddy common in pets, fleas. Not just a few flees either, a whole horde of them, because fleas don't know how to just hang out. They insist on spreading. As a final note, all of these horrid parasites have, in theory, entrance to the home through that beat up open door. In fact, no one in the rancher's family is going to get a good nights sleep because the skeeters have already staked it out and won't leave any time soon.
See how parasites screw everything up? I hate anything that makes it their life to suck the life out of something else. If you can't live on your own then why screw up something else's mess when you can do the world a favor and extinct yourself! Even the happy little life of a kitty isn't safe from the blood-sucking swath of the evil parasite clan! I say we bring out some of those bug killin' chemicals that were banned in the 50's because they worked too well and give the US a good old-fashioned hose down.
Of course...when your really think about what we as humans do...aren't we parasites of the Earth? Good thing the Earth isn't alive and can't spray us down with pesticide.
That's right! I said the Earth wasn't alive HIPPIE!!!
So, I know it takes two to tango but what do you do with three?
I want you to picture something. You're looking out onto a peaceful pasture scene. Herds of bison roam freely while the rancher and his family enjoy a picnic in the mid-ground to the right of the frame. A playful dog hops towards their table, the golden light of a setting sun washed over his dusty fur. The hills of the pasture glow with a natural beauty and the wind gently lifts the amber leaves of the trees with its cool first breath of fall. In the background you see a quaint ranch house, the screen door invitingly cracked open while a black and white kitty cat relaxes on there worn in porch swing.
Just reflect on what emotions are stirred by this scene for a moment and then continue reading...
Now here is what you don't see. The bison are infested with parasite known as siduous nomisticius. They are a mite known for burrowing under the surface of the animals skin and causing a discomfort that the animal can literally do nothing about. The family at the picnic can't decide if they should eat or spend more time swatting the mosquitoes that plague them, and their animals relentlessly. Not to mention the annoying flies that seem to have taken a liking to Mama's home cookin'. Buddy, their dog, has heartworms and just a short time to live. Meanwhile their cat, Mr. Boots shares a parasite with Buddy common in pets, fleas. Not just a few flees either, a whole horde of them, because fleas don't know how to just hang out. They insist on spreading. As a final note, all of these horrid parasites have, in theory, entrance to the home through that beat up open door. In fact, no one in the rancher's family is going to get a good nights sleep because the skeeters have already staked it out and won't leave any time soon.
See how parasites screw everything up? I hate anything that makes it their life to suck the life out of something else. If you can't live on your own then why screw up something else's mess when you can do the world a favor and extinct yourself! Even the happy little life of a kitty isn't safe from the blood-sucking swath of the evil parasite clan! I say we bring out some of those bug killin' chemicals that were banned in the 50's because they worked too well and give the US a good old-fashioned hose down.
Of course...when your really think about what we as humans do...aren't we parasites of the Earth? Good thing the Earth isn't alive and can't spray us down with pesticide.
That's right! I said the Earth wasn't alive HIPPIE!!!
So, I know it takes two to tango but what do you do with three?
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Go Shallow, Go Endless
Getting "ripped" for the hunnies
I was trying to think of something amusing to write about tonight that met my posting criteria. I want it to be about something funny. I want it to be something that at least loosely relates to me, and I want it to be something that I've thought about today. I couldn't think of anything funnier that met the other two criteria than to talk about my pathetic attempt to work out and get stronger. OK, now, contrary to what one might think...I really am working out for the benefit of my long-term health. I think that it's important to take care of your body from an early age so that it takes care of you when you're older. The whole idea of "Good habits start young." Blah blah blah blah blah....so yeah. Believe me when I tell you that becoming studly is just a secondly side effect of my good health habits.
Of course I'm only joshing, as I know that I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life as a "90 pound weakling" no matter how much I work out. But I really am seeing some success with my somewhat regular routine. One workout consists of 4 sets of bench....3 sets of biceps...3 sets of abs. To translate that ...One workout consists of 4 sets of my nearly choking myself while unsteadily wobbling a bar in front of my face...3 sets of flailing my arms about...and 3 sets of continuous suffering followed by rolling around on floor in heaps of pain. I'm sure that explains the workout much more colorfully to you all.
Thankfully, this lovely routine is not only painful while I do it...but it hits me with a second round of pain about one and a half days later in the form of (mama I want to die now) muscle soreness. It isn't all bad though....the bodies most powerful natural narcotic, endorphins, have got me going kookoo! YE HA!!!! I feel like I could take on the whole Empire myself!
...steady Dak...
I can't wait to shines my shoes!!!
I was trying to think of something amusing to write about tonight that met my posting criteria. I want it to be about something funny. I want it to be something that at least loosely relates to me, and I want it to be something that I've thought about today. I couldn't think of anything funnier that met the other two criteria than to talk about my pathetic attempt to work out and get stronger. OK, now, contrary to what one might think...I really am working out for the benefit of my long-term health. I think that it's important to take care of your body from an early age so that it takes care of you when you're older. The whole idea of "Good habits start young." Blah blah blah blah blah....so yeah. Believe me when I tell you that becoming studly is just a secondly side effect of my good health habits.
Of course I'm only joshing, as I know that I'm doomed to spend the rest of my life as a "90 pound weakling" no matter how much I work out. But I really am seeing some success with my somewhat regular routine. One workout consists of 4 sets of bench....3 sets of biceps...3 sets of abs. To translate that ...One workout consists of 4 sets of my nearly choking myself while unsteadily wobbling a bar in front of my face...3 sets of flailing my arms about...and 3 sets of continuous suffering followed by rolling around on floor in heaps of pain. I'm sure that explains the workout much more colorfully to you all.
Thankfully, this lovely routine is not only painful while I do it...but it hits me with a second round of pain about one and a half days later in the form of (mama I want to die now) muscle soreness. It isn't all bad though....the bodies most powerful natural narcotic, endorphins, have got me going kookoo! YE HA!!!! I feel like I could take on the whole Empire myself!
...steady Dak...
I can't wait to shines my shoes!!!
Monday, October 04, 2004
TagTeam for the Silver Cow Bell
Stupid dry hands.
I don't know how many schools do this but UNCW is very fond of it. SIDEWALK CHALK. Everywhere you go there is some computer club or airheaded sorority (yes, they are all airheads) announcement plaguing your eyes on the walkways around the cafeteria and campus common. For weeks I have averted my eyes from the tacky neon colored propaganda as I sped by on my bike but today I have reached a new low. I attended my Association for Campus Entertainment, or ACE, meeting tonight and was surprised by the fact that we had to go chalking. No warning! Just chalk in your hand and off you went. The subject was the free screening of Spider-Man 2 this Wednesday at 8:30 in the Warwick Center Ballroom. I covered the two bridges in the commons, in front of the clock tower, and Lutze Hall. Despicable fiends!
But on the sunny side I did get to write this for the one at Lutze:
SPIDER-MAN 2
Wednesday, Oct. 6th
Crawl,
Web,
or Swing into
The Warwick Center Ballroom
at 8:30
My creativity is truly on the cutting edge and amazes even me on occasion.(sarcasm, stop writing posts on your blog about how conceded I am)
Other than that I'm just happy that I no longer have to go to class at 11:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays anymore! More sleep time for me...
Rather than make another random closing comment I'll link you guys to a site with info on a really cool video camera that I must eventually own...http://catalog2.panasonic.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ModelDetail?storeId=11201&catalogId=13051&itemId=68668&catGroupId=14571&displayTab=F&surfModel=AG-DVX100A&surfCategory=DV%20PROLINE%20Camcorders
yes I am aware of how long that address is. COPY AND PASTE YA LAZIES!!! Oh yeah...and one more thing to note: That camcorder impliments "CineSwitch"TM technology...not to be confused with "CinnaStix" from Dominoes...
I don't know how many schools do this but UNCW is very fond of it. SIDEWALK CHALK. Everywhere you go there is some computer club or airheaded sorority (yes, they are all airheads) announcement plaguing your eyes on the walkways around the cafeteria and campus common. For weeks I have averted my eyes from the tacky neon colored propaganda as I sped by on my bike but today I have reached a new low. I attended my Association for Campus Entertainment, or ACE, meeting tonight and was surprised by the fact that we had to go chalking. No warning! Just chalk in your hand and off you went. The subject was the free screening of Spider-Man 2 this Wednesday at 8:30 in the Warwick Center Ballroom. I covered the two bridges in the commons, in front of the clock tower, and Lutze Hall. Despicable fiends!
But on the sunny side I did get to write this for the one at Lutze:
SPIDER-MAN 2
Wednesday, Oct. 6th
Crawl,
Web,
or Swing into
The Warwick Center Ballroom
at 8:30
My creativity is truly on the cutting edge and amazes even me on occasion.(sarcasm, stop writing posts on your blog about how conceded I am)
Other than that I'm just happy that I no longer have to go to class at 11:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays anymore! More sleep time for me...
Rather than make another random closing comment I'll link you guys to a site with info on a really cool video camera that I must eventually own...http://catalog2.panasonic.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ModelDetail?storeId=11201&catalogId=13051&itemId=68668&catGroupId=14571&displayTab=F&surfModel=AG-DVX100A&surfCategory=DV%20PROLINE%20Camcorders
yes I am aware of how long that address is. COPY AND PASTE YA LAZIES!!! Oh yeah...and one more thing to note: That camcorder impliments "CineSwitch"TM technology...not to be confused with "CinnaStix" from Dominoes...
Sunday, October 03, 2004
My Pencil Shavings
My Pirate Flag
Originally uploaded by link5001.
Surrender yer booty!
Lately I've developed a small fascination with pirates. It's very peculiar considering that I'm against all that pirates stood for. Regardless, I can't deny my pirating instincts any longer. As of this afternoon I have decided that, living in a port city and all, I should be able to find a sitting duck of a ship and commandeer it rather easily. After I have successfully made it my own I will sail it to a small sand bar in the outer banks where I will set up "treasure island." The ship will be renamed "The Ransomed King" or something to that affect. Then I'll go to Wal*Mart and steal, YES STEAL, the craft supplies necessary to make a proper Flag. After I get that all taken care of I have to find a crew of lilly livered sea scum and floozy brydes to complete my "sloop" and from then on it's AHOY YE MATEYS! Adventure, plundering, and the high seas!!!
So, if after reading all of this amazing stuff about pirating any of you guys want to join my sloop just let me know by sending me your resume. Health and Benefits are included and best of all...NO TAXES ON BOOTY!!!
Now its off to see if my roommate can help me get this nesting squirrel out of my dresser drawer.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
A Fistful of Dollars
Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster by your side...
I was depressed today by advertisement on a web page for an "alarm system." It was the first on page ad that I had ever had obnoxiously talk to me. That is garbage and should be illegal...I don't want to hear the ads talk...but anyway that isn't what depressed me. It was the fact that the "alarm system" was little more that an magnetic battery powered buzzer. You attached one half to the door and another half to the frame. When the magnets come apart it created a little buzzing sound akin to a toy fire truck. It wasn't even very threatening. These people were actually trying to sell this jank as legitimate home security. They should be brought to justice!
If I get involved in corporate America I'll make them all hobos!!!!
On a more positive note...lalala!!!
I was depressed today by advertisement on a web page for an "alarm system." It was the first on page ad that I had ever had obnoxiously talk to me. That is garbage and should be illegal...I don't want to hear the ads talk...but anyway that isn't what depressed me. It was the fact that the "alarm system" was little more that an magnetic battery powered buzzer. You attached one half to the door and another half to the frame. When the magnets come apart it created a little buzzing sound akin to a toy fire truck. It wasn't even very threatening. These people were actually trying to sell this jank as legitimate home security. They should be brought to justice!
If I get involved in corporate America I'll make them all hobos!!!!
On a more positive note...lalala!!!
Friday, October 01, 2004
State of the Blog Address
SURPRISE EVERYONE!!! I just changed up my blog's skin a little bit. This is only permanent if I get a positive response. If you think it looks girly and stupid I'll go back to the brown paper page. Well, in recognition of the ONE MONTH anniversery of my blogg we'll slow down for a day and go back to the basics. I thought I'd take the time to post once again on some of the important run of the mill topics that I've touched on in the past but may not have reaced some of our younger viewers.
First of all...THANKS FOR VISITING!!! It makes me feel all special that you had the small amout of care necessary to actually click a link and come to this page.
If you're enjoying this page (or if you aren't) please leave comments under my posts. I read each and every comment and, as long as I feel like being nice, so can everyone else! Comments make the world go 'round.
If you really don't understand it, you aren't alone....in the archives there is a post titled "This Page: Disclaimer, Why, and How I Don't Hate My Roommate" ...or something similar. It may help.
All the pictures on this site (thus far and planned for the future) were taken by yours truly. I don't gank other people's pictures without permission and I'd expect you guys to do the same.
Can you put links to this page on your own page? Um, I don't know why you would want to but it it tickles your fancy...go for it! I'm always greatful for a plug.
I make several spelling and grammer errors. Fell free to point them out and establish meaning in your life for once.
If you have any suggestions/comments/questions/piping hot coffee email them to me at Link5001@aol.com. I'M LISTENING!!!
First of all...THANKS FOR VISITING!!! It makes me feel all special that you had the small amout of care necessary to actually click a link and come to this page.
If you're enjoying this page (or if you aren't) please leave comments under my posts. I read each and every comment and, as long as I feel like being nice, so can everyone else! Comments make the world go 'round.
If you really don't understand it, you aren't alone....in the archives there is a post titled "This Page: Disclaimer, Why, and How I Don't Hate My Roommate" ...or something similar. It may help.
All the pictures on this site (thus far and planned for the future) were taken by yours truly. I don't gank other people's pictures without permission and I'd expect you guys to do the same.
Can you put links to this page on your own page? Um, I don't know why you would want to but it it tickles your fancy...go for it! I'm always greatful for a plug.
I make several spelling and grammer errors. Fell free to point them out and establish meaning in your life for once.
If you have any suggestions/comments/questions/piping hot coffee email them to me at Link5001@aol.com. I'M LISTENING!!!
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