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woohu..

:: 2007 22 October :: 12.34pm
:: Mood: not good

it's funny how quickly things change sometimes.

it's not funny how slowly i adapt to them. because just about the time i get settled in (if at all), it changes again anyway, and i'm just that much less interested in attempting to change for the next time.

funnier yet is how even when i don't feel like trying, i wind up changing anyway. it just seems like it should be more advertent and thought out.

this all adds up to me being listless and worthless, and me feeling all the emotions appropriate to those qualifications.

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viper15

:: 2007 22 October :: 11.50am

hi
hey everyone long time no see, rachel sent me a facebook add to woohu and i was like well i guess i better update. Everythings been well, and i miss you guys from the gang

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spud

:: 2007 21 October :: 5.39pm
:: Mood: whelmed
:: Music: Extreme - Cupid's Dead

:: Romance Novel ::

Night is the time for deep conversations.
Staving off sleep for the value of a moment.
The haze tries to convince you to forget by morning.
Subduing it, you rise to face the afternoon, believing yourself a poet.

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ears

:: 2007 21 October :: 4.56pm
:: Music: "The diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin

Hey.

Just sitting here. Bored. Watching the Nascar race.

Can anybody please tell me how to pictures in the journal background. I forgot how. Thank you.

Not doing much these days but working. All sisters are married now. I'm the only one left unmarried. Hard enough getting a girlfriend let alone thinking about a future marriage. Life is crazy.........but fun.

Hope you all are doing good. Peace out.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 17 October :: 7.24pm

I am getting more and more excited about NaNoWriMo. My 1667 words a day ends up being two and a half pages, single-spaced, in a 12 pt font. Which is less than a paper so I can do it.

Even if it is a paper a day.

Also, I scheduled classes for next semester.

Also, you're adopted. So that's funny.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 16 October :: 1.22pm

The cake is a lie
I beat Portal yesterday. It is quite possibly the best game ever with the best ending ever and the best script ever.

Seriously. Ever.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 9 October :: 12.06am

I am very angry and bitchy.

Last theology class tomorrow.

Tired.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 7 October :: 5.27am

My brother called me earlier to tell me one of their new cats had died. The little cute one that would just chill on your shoulder.

I thought I was okay after I cried it out once but apparently I'm not. She was not gaining weight and Mom thinks she died of respiratory failure because she had a cold. My sister was at a friend's house and it was homecoming so they didn't tell her. And they haven't told her yet. Mom said she buried the cat, Hero, and will tell her on Sunday when she gets home.

Hannah had a rough time when we had to put McHenry to sleep and she loved this cat so I'll be up in Rockford tomorrow.

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spud

:: 2007 6 October :: 2.30pm
:: Mood: weird
:: Music: sad kermit

everything happens for a reason, right? at least, some would like to think so - myself being one of them.

that being said, i'm still trying to divine the full significance of gunnie's bonfire, thursday night's conversation with heather, drunksitting tonight (as opposed to being with katie and lindsay), and the fact that i found a frog in my laundry this morning.

this is all adding up to something monumentally mediocre. i can feel it. i just hope it's me.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 6 October :: 12.59pm

Pushing Daisies is a show you should watch if:
you have ovaries
you like Gilmore Girls
you like laughing
you like style
you need something to watch on Wednesdays because every other day is booked
you are worried about watching a new show too late (you can watch episodes you missed on abc.com)
you like Big Fish, Amelie, Edward Scissorhands, Wonderfalls or Wes Anderson
you are awesome
you are lame

Watch it, fools. Catch it on rerun

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1010101

:: 2007 6 October :: 5.01am

I currently have a programming project that is due at midnight on sunday. I have been working on it all week. It is worth 10% of my grade. It currently totals well over 1,000 lines. I thought I'd be able to finish it by tonight. I was wrong.

As I see it, I have either written a complete mess that I will need to scrap and completely redo, or I have written acceptable code, but the compiler I am using is glitching on me and I will need to re-enter it anyways.

Either way, I still have a diagram that I am required to make.

Either way, I still need to make a file to compile this bastard in a linux environment.

Either way, I probably won't get to go swimming with my friends on Sunday.

Either way, I am MASSIVELY pissed...

...at this project for being absurdly large...

...at my professor for assigning the project and assuming we would be able to complete it after listening to his broken english and meandering powerpoint slides...

...at my TA's for not being available to help on weekends...

...at MSU for allowing such an unnecessarily difficult class to exist...

...at whoever the hell developed class inheritence in C++...

...at whoever the hell designed Microsoft Visual Studio in all it's glitchy glory, with all it's vague error messages that half the writers of the program probably couldn't decypher...

...and at Charles Babbage for originally proposing the concept of the computer.

In essence, I am so pissed that I could probably rip, not merely one, nor two nor three, nor even 50, but rather 100 kittens in half... ...lengthwise... ...with my bare hands.

Well, wish me luck I suppose.

And if I suffer a complete mental breakdown and wind up either dead or in a permenant coma, well, it was great knowing you all.

Adios

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angel_bob

:: 2007 4 October :: 8.47pm

For those of you who want to join my NaNoWriMo quest, go to the website (nanowrimo.org), sign up and add me (Angel_Bob). You'll get an adorable email and then we can make a party and start this thing.

I've decided I'm going to write my romance novel because it does not need to be very good.

I'm planning already. 50,000 words in 30 days is 1,666.66667 words a day. I've decided to plan it out the first two days so 50,000 words in 28 days is 1,785.71429 words a day. So if I start in on it the first day, I'll need about 1667 words a day but if I wait, I'll need 1786 words a day. For comparison, MLK's I have a dream speech has 1,601 words. And that's not that long at all.

We can do it.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 3 October :: 11.53pm

I have decided to try NaNoWriMo this year. We shall see how it goes.. I don't get on the computer much but I guess I could hand write it like the olden days.

I am sadly excited to do it. It's like motivation.

Oh, in case you don't know, November is National Novel Writing Month. A bunch of people all sign up and pledge to write a novel from November 1-30. A novel being a 175-page/50,000-word piece of work.

It's always sounded fun but I've never been inspired to do it until now. Or wanted to. This semester is easy and I can always get rid of a few hours at work if need be.

This is exciting. I am stoked.

P.S. If anyone else wants to do it (Katti, Jessa) that would be awesome. Then we can all motivate each other.

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angel_bob

:: 2007 3 October :: 9.54pm

Andy, I noticed a change in the saying. It is not cool. I loved you first. That bitch don't know shit.

In other news, I will not be able to go to Red Flannel for the first time in two years. Nick has to work which means Nick has the car. It wouldn't be the same without him anyway. This makes me sad. Red Flannel is the start of fall and I'd get to see Nick's parents.

And play bingo.

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spud

:: 2007 2 October :: 12.26am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: toad the wet sprocket - dulcinea

happy october everyone

so i saw benzer and robbie this weekend. that was crazy. and i got to hang out with kevin a little bit, which was also nice.

turns out i might be headed up to c-town this weekend. is it red flannel? or is that next weekend? i think it's this weekend. which would be freakin' insane. i don't know why i can't quite escape the place. and why i don't quite want to. there's nothing in that town, but i can't quite give it up. and then i remember all the people. or i'm painfully reminded. either way, i find myself there intermittently.

which has interesting ramifications for the post-graduate plan of attack.

anyway, happy october everyone.

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