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| Tuesday, March 30, 2004 So, a couple of days ago, around 2 pm, I was writing a paper in Blyth's room, (the paper was due at 4) with his roommate Zach, and Strongsad distracting me. It started off that I taped my mouth shut so I'd stop talking, but it proved to actually be more of a distraction, as can be seen by the picture below. Also, you can click on the picture to see what I'd look like without real eyebrows. Warning: This is disturbing to the max 
Notice my new cactus icon dealy up there by the URL. Nifty, eh? Anyhow, I went to Jamba Juice today. I ordered a Strawberries Wild with no bananas and extra strawberries. Damn man, that was smoooth (with three o's). Random Simpson's Quote: Teacher: This is a great day for me. I thought I could never teach again!
Monday, March 29, 2004 I don't think I've ever done one of those stupid surveys on here, so... name 4 things you wish you had: 1. girl 2. money 3. sumofan 4. less surveys name 2 scents you love: 1. girl 2. fresh survey name 4 things you are thinking about: 1. girls 2. 3. 4. name 4 things you've done today: 1. no girls 2. part of a survey 3. ... 4. ... Shit man, FUCK this survey! It asks too many damn stupid questions! And I think I already have a sumofan. As a matter of fact, I'm sure I do, as it is about a foot and a half away from me right now... Interesting. See you in the car. - Milhouse
Thursday, March 25, 2004 I would like to use this entry to give thanks to Johannas Q. Bed, the inventor of the bed. The invention of the modern bed dates back to 1637, when Johannas Q. Bed was a young boy in what is now modern Austria. As a young lad, Johannas tired of sleeping on the cold stone floor of his parent's cottage, often causing him severe back pain. Johannas's father was a haberdasher, and one cold night, the teenage Johannas put a pile of coats his father had been working on onto the floor, and slept atop of them. The next day he awoke to find himself entirely alleviated of back pain. This prompted the boy to build a rudimentary frame for a pile of extra fabric he found around his father's shop, but when Johannas found that he did not have enough fabric to form a large enough pile, he instead sewed it together, stretched it over the frame, and nailed it into place. After some other basic improvements, such as piling more material on top of the "skin" he had stretched over the frame, and later placing this pile into a sack, creating the first mattress, Johannas Q. Bed went into business with his father selling the invention. Of course, the invention took the family name, and has forever since been known, quite simply, as a bed. http://www.bedknowledge.com/johannas.html
Wednesday, March 24, 2004 Funniest quote of the day. This one comes from my Social Issues TA: TA: "Most people would rather have 10 minutes of happiness than 60 years of sucky." Me (to Derek): "Hell, I wouldn't mind 10 minutes of sucky..." Thank you.
Monday, March 22, 2004 Anybody ever watch Conan? Well, lately on his show, he's had a segment called "Frankenstein Wastes a Minute of Your Time." Writing 140 this morning, was "teaching" us how to use a fucking computer; it reminded me of Frankenstein. Well, except it wasn't a minute of my time, it was an hour I could have been sleeping... Oh, and instead of wasting my time, it's more insulting my intelligence and basic computer skill... So, I guess it really wasn't like the Conan thing. Last night, did something I didnt think I would ever do again... feelin' fine.
Saturday, March 20, 2004 I always get frustrated with people who don't update their blogs and/or xangas and/or livejouranls, and yet, mine is so boring and ever so blank. My point? Here's my sad, sad attempt at an update: I've had a lot on my mind lately, even though it's not really a lot. Know what I mean? Probably not. It just seems like I've been thinking about a lot, but really, it's just one annoying thing. Annoying things suck. They really do. Can't stop thinking about them, wish I could. CS is a good break from things. So is Casa Bianca with my chumlies. Went there last night after Eternal Sunshine (about which I am still undecided as to whether or not I liked it, if that makes sense...) with Hong and a couple of his droogs, Blyth, Matt, Mario, and the not-so surprising guest by Andy. So, here I am, listening to the Beatles (All My Loving) and Prince (Kiss, When Doves Cry, et al.), waiting to go back out for some more much-needed CS. I've been playing a lot of video games lately. I should learn to do something more productive, like make frosting. Everybody likes frosting. I mean, if you have a cake without frosting, it's just a muffin. A really big muffin. Or a frostingless-cake. Either way, I bet I could be the world's leading frosting-maker if I really applied myself. Eh, fuckit. I like frosting and all, but not that much. Dreading going back to school.
Monday, March 15, 2004 First off, 6500+ hits! Hot-fuckin-shit, no? Eh, not really. It may be over 6500 hits, but what do I have, 4 comments?... Anyway, I played clarinet today. Surprising how weak my chops have become. But it was good. I need to play music more...
Saturday, March 13, 2004 Monday, March 08, 2004 Please, if you are under-age, do not click the following link. As a matter of fact, if you are smart at all, you won't click it... CLICK HERE!!!
Sunday, March 07, 2004 Monday, March 01, 2004 The Funniest Thing All Day By: Josh Gladstone and David Blyth David talking about a girl he's been talking to until the wee hours of the morn'... David: She said it was a good way to procrastinate. Me: Yeah, I bet you'd like to procrastinate on her face.
From my Writing 140 Class today (and yes, the poor excuse for grammar that is the prompt is quoted exactly...): Free-Writing What kind of social values and the student population does the USC campus attempt to produce? The USC campus attempts to create a serene learning environment for its students. With Leavey library open 24 hours, there is always a safe place to go and study. Also, with a good portion of money being spent on flowers and the like, the school attempts to beautify itself, presenting as a place that people want to be. It calms the nerves of the overworked student, and its peaceful crap this essay fucking sucks balls. I hate writing this, but I'm going to do it anyway. Really, I mean, who writes like this? This class isn't helpful in any way, shape, or form. I would rather be in my bed, sleeping. But, no, that would be far too productive. Instead, I'll sit here with nothing to write, but the assignment said to keep writing, so that's just what I'll do. How was my day yesterday? Oh, I guess it wasn't too bad. I bought some snappy new kicks, and went to the thrift store and bought some fly duds. Not too shabby, really. Didn't do much else all day. I should probably get back to the essay part of this thing, I mean, the real topic-like shit. So, USC has flowers, and they are good to look at. They make the students and faculty happier to be here and keep the campus from looking like a dump. A lot of money goes into beautifying the place. But flowers and junk are neither here nor there, really. USC is just trying to create a happy environment where nobody will shoot each other. Flowers do that very well, I suppose. I'm not really sure, but I don't remember hearing about anybody getting shot recently. And if they did, I'm sure the shooter would have done it sooner if there weren't flowers all over this bitch. The End.
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