Thursday, October 28, 2004
I awake from my stupor to find my computer ridden with dust and cobwebs . . . my poor blog left defenseless against the random assortment of goblins and gremlins that plague the internet. What am I to do, against such fearsome forces of darkness?
First, I decided to sleep at night.
You see, many things have happened since I've gotten to college. One of these things is my transformation to a true nocturnal. I've literally operated from sun-down to sun-up and then slept without ever seeing the sun for an entire weekend. As fun as it is to prowl among the shadows of Worcester, it isn't so good to get into a backwards sleep schedule. With daytime classes and no sleep . . . I'm not doing so well. Once again, my point is proven: College would be awesome if not for the classes.
Halloween is shaping up to be pretty uneventful for me. I was unable to prepare a costume. At least the Rocky Horror Picture Show will be playing . . . although it isn't the same. *sniff*
Anyway, Chemistry has been kicking my ass, blah, blah, blah. Most of my activities shall remain unwritten, but my RPG escapades can be found at http://dtwenty.blogspot.com. Undying Love is still is constant consideration; its progress can still be found at http://sweetsallymckenzie.blogspot.com.
In other news: The lone wanderer may not be so lonely anymore.
Also: GO RED SOX!
Current Mood: Surviving.
Current Music: Arrogant Worms.
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First, I decided to sleep at night.
You see, many things have happened since I've gotten to college. One of these things is my transformation to a true nocturnal. I've literally operated from sun-down to sun-up and then slept without ever seeing the sun for an entire weekend. As fun as it is to prowl among the shadows of Worcester, it isn't so good to get into a backwards sleep schedule. With daytime classes and no sleep . . . I'm not doing so well. Once again, my point is proven: College would be awesome if not for the classes.
Halloween is shaping up to be pretty uneventful for me. I was unable to prepare a costume. At least the Rocky Horror Picture Show will be playing . . . although it isn't the same. *sniff*
Anyway, Chemistry has been kicking my ass, blah, blah, blah. Most of my activities shall remain unwritten, but my RPG escapades can be found at http://dtwenty.blogspot.com. Undying Love is still is constant consideration; its progress can still be found at http://sweetsallymckenzie.blogspot.com.
In other news: The lone wanderer may not be so lonely anymore.
Also: GO RED SOX!
Current Mood: Surviving.
Current Music: Arrogant Worms.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Things are very confusing right now . . . but I think I'm happy. Midterms are here, so the next post will take a while. See you in a while.
Current Mood: Drained. @_@
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Current Mood: Drained. @_@
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Oh man, it was a good weekend. Thank you, everyone; it was wonderful to see you. What's that you say? Most of the people I saw don't read this silly little page? That may be true, but it's likely for the best. Have you seen some of the stuff that goes into this site? It's all eating babies and cutting old people. It might be in my best interest to keep my interests to myself. They freak people out a bit.
Anyway, the pope made my Eagle Ceremony afterall. He was just a tad bit late, jet lag and all. Rest assured, I forgave him . . . in the face. Technically, I forgave his throat, the vessel of mercy being my devine foot. I don't have any major grudge against the holy father; I just don't like old people. They smell bad and they're useless. Like children. They should be fuel. If every person would just eat a Chinese baby, there would be no world hunger at all. Overpopulation would cease, and everyone that was not eaten would be fed.
Of course, the vegetarians would die. That's just natural selection, though. I think Darwinism's had the veggie-heads pegged for a while. As I've stated before, if stranded in a boat and forced to resort to cannibalism, the first sacrificed will be a vegetarian, if available.
"I morally object to eating another human. That's . . ."
Stab.
Munch.
Munch.
Munch.
Many people believe that humans will lose the evolution race to vampires, zombies, werewolves, and robots. That is just not true. Humans are the pinnacle of development, and don't you forget it! My main beef with "humanitarians" is that they often contradict their nature by placing the life of a lesser beast on par with a human. Stupid. Nature should never be abused, and respect must be paid for that which we take of its gifts, but a dog is ultimately insignificant when compared to a human. Sorry, no arguments can be made to me against this. A dog is a stupid beast, and can never be more than that, unless we assign characteristics to it through our own minds in the search of comfort. Feh.
Remember, NINJA ARE HUMAN. PIRATES ARE HUMAN. With this evidence, it is clear that humans are the best of the best. Vampires will kill the werewolves, and humans will kill the vampires and the zombies. To aid in the cause, humans will build robots. Eventually, the robots will kill the humans.
Ok, I lied. Robots kick slightly more ass than we puny humans. Why? Protoman's a robot. Luckily, he doesn't give a shit about us. Bass does, but robots like Megaman will always be around to keep us safe.
In conclusion, vegetarians are still stupid, animals are worthless fuel (as are babies and the elderly), blood is the milk of the world, and robots kick ass.
*eagerly awaits comments*
Current Mood: Silly. Obviously.
Current Music: The sound of pots banging together in my brain.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Before I forget, I am currently hosting three blogs. There's this one, the infamous blog of Zeon, which recounts my daily life and my random spurts of philosophy and nonsense.
There's also this one, which details the events of roleplaying sessions at good 'ole Clark University.
Most important is this one, which is now serving as the official information board for "Undying Love." Yes, you bastards, I am still hell-bent on completing the project. I will have three episodes before I die; mark my words.
So please check those if you're involved with the content therein. If not, bugger off.
Rich: Please reply to e-mail all ready!
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There's also this one, which details the events of roleplaying sessions at good 'ole Clark University.
Most important is this one, which is now serving as the official information board for "Undying Love." Yes, you bastards, I am still hell-bent on completing the project. I will have three episodes before I die; mark my words.
So please check those if you're involved with the content therein. If not, bugger off.
Rich: Please reply to e-mail all ready!
Thanks to everyone that attended my Eagle Ceremony. I really appreciate it. It was a long haul to make it this far. I can die now.
*stab*
*thunk*
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*stab*
*thunk*
Sunday, October 10, 2004
MALEVOLENT GOAT TESTES!
Sockbaby 3 is here!
If you share my love of this low-budget wonder, revel in its fantastic conclusion. A must-see for all viewers of the first two episodes. You know you need closure.
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Sockbaby 3 is here!
If you share my love of this low-budget wonder, revel in its fantastic conclusion. A must-see for all viewers of the first two episodes. You know you need closure.
Friday, October 08, 2004
"On the day I went away . . .
Goodbye
Was all I had to say.
Now I want to come again [and again, and again . . .]
and stay
(Oh my my)
Smile and that will mean I may.
'Cause I've seen
Oh, blue skies! [Windows 98!]
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize . . . [I'm fucking stoned.]
I'm going home.
[How's the sex been?]
Everywhere it's been the same
(Real lame) [Describe what it's like being in an all-male orgy.]
Like I'm outside in the rain
(Real lame)
Free to try and find the game
(Real lame) [Describe Pokemon]
Cards for sorrow, Cards for pain.
'Cause I've seen
Oh, Blue skies!
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize . . .
I'm going home."
-Rocky Horror Picture Show, with audience participation in brackets.
I'm heading home for a much needed recovery, everyone. I will see you soon.
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Goodbye
Was all I had to say.
Now I want to come again [and again, and again . . .]
and stay
(Oh my my)
Smile and that will mean I may.
'Cause I've seen
Oh, blue skies! [Windows 98!]
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize . . . [I'm fucking stoned.]
I'm going home.
[How's the sex been?]
Everywhere it's been the same
(Real lame) [Describe what it's like being in an all-male orgy.]
Like I'm outside in the rain
(Real lame)
Free to try and find the game
(Real lame) [Describe Pokemon]
Cards for sorrow, Cards for pain.
'Cause I've seen
Oh, Blue skies!
Through the tears in my eyes
And I realize . . .
I'm going home."
-Rocky Horror Picture Show, with audience participation in brackets.
I'm heading home for a much needed recovery, everyone. I will see you soon.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Being the geek that I am, I've all ready started playing RPGs with some friends. Since it's just such a great time and the stories are so interesting, I'm preparing a secondary blog solely for the love of games. On that note, an email has been sent to Rich regarding the group blog project.
Also on the subject of geek, I've been attending meetings of the anime club. We've been watching "Hellsing," and I'd like to say that it is one of the most supremely awesome things I have ever seen. Alucard is my God.
I will be coming home this weekend, until tuesday! There will be a party at my house on Saturday night, and of course my Eagle ceremony is Sunday. I hope to see everyone I can over the break. I love you all!
On the down side, I'm getting a bit of a cold, I think. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I'm shocked too. My infamous imune-system mafia is powerless against the combination of no sleep, no food, and no warmth.
That's all for now. Writer's block is a many-headed demon.
Current Mood: Meh.
Current Music: Rocky Horror Picture Show. (sigh)
Monday, October 04, 2004
Somehow or another, for reasons few could understand, I've developed a sort of pride for my home. It isn't the sort of blind national pride that drives so many of us to lay down our lives for our country . . . it's more personal.
I've decided that I love New England, and furthermore, Massachussitts. Note however, that I frequently botch the spelling of this wonderful home. It is a bitch to spell; cut me some slack. Most of you cheaters just type MA when you want to tell someone what state you're from.
Anyway, I really love MA in the fall. Autumn is my favorite season of all time, but I appreciate the sampling I have here. In our lovely state, we have five seasons:
Winter
Summer
Spring
Autumn
Bleck
Winter lasts waaayyyy too long, but at least we have it. People in Florida (the New England graveyard) don't get to enjoy snow like we do, with their constand sun and "nice weather."
Summer is never as nice here as in other places, but it could be worse. It's still better than winter.
Spring kick ass.
Autumn is the best season of all, and no tropical or frigid climates get to enjoy it. It's our little treasure . . . and you can't have any, Florida.
"Bleck" is a transitional season, present during the many climate/weather changes in MA (one occurs every 3-5 seconds). It is often describes as "shit," "gray," "crap," or simply "ugh." Shitty weather is a trademark of my home; wait it out.
Current Projects: Paper on abortion due tommorow. Yay.
Undying Love scripts coming through the pipe.
Re-teaching myself to write effectively.
Current Mood: Content-ish.
Current Music: Arrogant Worms
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I've decided that I love New England, and furthermore, Massachussitts. Note however, that I frequently botch the spelling of this wonderful home. It is a bitch to spell; cut me some slack. Most of you cheaters just type MA when you want to tell someone what state you're from.
Anyway, I really love MA in the fall. Autumn is my favorite season of all time, but I appreciate the sampling I have here. In our lovely state, we have five seasons:
Winter
Summer
Spring
Autumn
Bleck
Winter lasts waaayyyy too long, but at least we have it. People in Florida (the New England graveyard) don't get to enjoy snow like we do, with their constand sun and "nice weather."
Summer is never as nice here as in other places, but it could be worse. It's still better than winter.
Spring kick ass.
Autumn is the best season of all, and no tropical or frigid climates get to enjoy it. It's our little treasure . . . and you can't have any, Florida.
"Bleck" is a transitional season, present during the many climate/weather changes in MA (one occurs every 3-5 seconds). It is often describes as "shit," "gray," "crap," or simply "ugh." Shitty weather is a trademark of my home; wait it out.
Current Projects: Paper on abortion due tommorow. Yay.
Undying Love scripts coming through the pipe.
Re-teaching myself to write effectively.
Current Mood: Content-ish.
Current Music: Arrogant Worms
Saturday, October 02, 2004
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Well, the results are in. 15 votes leaves a whopping 87% consensus that I'm a ninja. Thanks everyone; I shall never doubt again.
A new poll is being opened in my profile eventually, but not immediately because the buddyprofile website is a virus-ridden cesspool of villany, and I already ran AddAware once today. Thank you, AddAware, for keeping me going.
Anywho, I'm off to fight crime. An update after the weekend.
Current Mood: Whee.
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A new poll is being opened in my profile eventually, but not immediately because the buddyprofile website is a virus-ridden cesspool of villany, and I already ran AddAware once today. Thank you, AddAware, for keeping me going.
Anywho, I'm off to fight crime. An update after the weekend.
Current Mood: Whee.
