Friday, January 24, 2003

my eyes barely open, i stumble into my 8 oclock computation lab. as i fend off the desire to put my head down and sleep i try and put meaning to the meaningless babble the teacher spouts. i was paying attention then realized i was actually thinking about how nice my bed was and when i started to actually paying attention it was all gibberish. the teacher was using terms i had never heard of, and it sounded to me like the teachers on charlie brown. it made me happy however, to look at the other 14 students in my class. 4 were asleep, 3 were checking there email or surfing the web and the remaining 7 had the same empty stare as i had. my eyelids soon became too heavy and i dozed off, only to wake and realize that the entire class was gone and i was the only one in the classroom. i cant wait for that class next week so i can face my professor who clearly knows that her lectures bore me to tears.

Monday, January 20, 2003

what do you think of when you go to sleep? .... did you actually think about it or did you just call me an asshole for asking you a stupid question knowing that i would most likely never hear the answer. at any rate, i have found that what i think about has changed over the years. as a kid i found it comforting to picture myself making the gamesaving catch in a baseball game, or throwing a game winning touchdown at recess. as i recently have realized i now picture myself as an adult doing something that really matters in the real world. i havent really decided what the hell i want to do with my life but i think im getting closer. childhood dreams of being an "armyman" blowing the enemy up, or being a CIA/NSA operative havent really dissapated and my feeling that i would be good at this makes me lean toward that. military experience is, however, not only preferred but in fact virtually required in this field. i am not too keen on getting yelled at for 18 hours a day but who knows. it certainly takes a lot of choices away. this statement can be interpreted several different ways. while i wont HAVE to make many choices (what should i do today?), i also wont be ABLE to make many (No, i dont think i want to shoot anyone today). who knows.
skating was a blast although my hands got a little cold after awhile. the movie was kind of a let down due in part to the fact that entire portions of the movie were fabricated. it confuses me why when there is so much material that they omit due to time restraints they still replace the actual story with made up stuff. ill stop bitching now because im beginning to sound like that asshole who says "the book was so much better".
i find myself struggling to find a balance in life. i either have shitloads of stuff to do and have to rush (or more likely, not do some stuff) or i am foolishly efficient and do everything very timely and quickly leaving myself with nothing to do. i spend very little time in the middle of these two extremes. today i am in the first of these two extremes with tons of homework, errands to run, and things to accomplish and yet i have no desire to do them. for now i suppose i can sleep rather than putting that off as well.

Sunday, January 19, 2003

last night was a great time. too cold to go out, we decided to have a mellow indoors night. black jack proved exceptionally fun although i did lose all of my money due to poor betting. today i may end up going ice skating, but im definitely going to finally see the 2nd lord of the rings movie. it should be a good time. plus football is on. this is the best weekend ever. not to mention it is 4 days long.
it was the longest line i had ever seen. kayla farah, and later marissa, stood with me in this line for what seemed for an eternity. in reality it was like half an hour but due to the fact that it was FREEZING out time seemed to stand still. we were waiting to see a free movie that has yet to be released. as an added bonus after seeing "The Life of David Gale", with kevin spacey, kevin spacey would be doing questions forum afterward. so not only did we get to see a great movie but also got to see and talk to kevin spacey. it was the best. i recommend watching the movie when it comes out by the way. at any rate, it was well worth waiting in the cold.

Wednesday, January 15, 2003

did anyone catch the latest fox special this evening? it was entitled Man vs. Beast. it featured such contests as a tug-of-war between a sumo wrestler and an orangutang (sp?), as well as a 100 m dash between some olympian and a zebra and a giraffe. my personal favorite however, was the grand finale. an asian elephant was paired up against 44 midgets. they were each tied to their own jumbo jet and had to pull it 25 yards. the elephant destroyed the midgets beating them by a good margin. but it was funny to see all those little dudes and chicks trying to pull a huge plane.
thats right, i have finally figured out how to post images. so here is the stuff i promised from new years. a little late i know.

Chris Grange Drinks Some Beer


Im not real sure what Grange is up to but im sure it is something dirty.


this is my room the morning after new years, and it actually doesnt look that bad. i call your attention to the football helmet.


what a nice roomate i am. look at the pretty pictures i drew for my roomates and left on their beds.


this is our table the morning after. it looks like we were watching something really good on tv.


Christopher Hamel, and Mr. Christopher Kinlin, my homosexual suitemates.


this picture ive tried to post more than any other. the "tools" picture.
REMEMBER THIS? HAHAHHAHAHAHA.

Monday, January 13, 2003

"beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes right the fuckin' bone."

Thursday, January 09, 2003

i was discussing the existence of god the other day in my chemical calculations class and i thought i would share it. though it was a discussion of sorts, i will write it in first person to prevent confusion. aka, this is a summary of my and ian, and not all ideas are my own. if god is so all powerful, then why did it take him 7 days to create the earth? well, technically it took him 6 days and on the 7th he rested. why does the all powerful god have to rest. also, how does time even exist? and if it did, one wouldnt think that it applied to the almighty god in the same fashion that it does us. at this point id like to point out that the "day" they refer to is the time it takes for the earth to rotate once. now, on the first "day" "The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. And God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, one day" (Genesis 1: 2-5). so can we assume that god had already created the entire rest of the solar system, and the universe? if one day had passed, as the bible claims, then the earth must have rotated, implying that the sun and solar system was already created. now in Genesis 1 chapters 16-18 the bible says, "And God made the two great lights, the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night; he made the stars also. And God set them in the firmament of the heavens to give light upon the earth, to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good". so there the bible contradicts itself saying that god created the sun after the earth. this is only one of many places that the bible contradicts itself. and why i think that it is a total load of crap. some call it lack of faith, but i call it reading between the lines. several times in the bible, i dont know the exact verses, it says the god is infalible and man is imperfect. therefore, since the bible is written by men, it is not exempt from this imperfection. the very fact the men wrote the bible (whether or not they thought it was the word of god) means that it is inaccurate. think about that one for a little while. it makes my head hurt, so i am going to go play some video games. by the way, this weekend i will be tipping one to my homey emerson. he was the driver when i was first arrested and he is currently serving a nice sentence in jail. tough break kid.

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

i have decided that i like my organic chemistry teacher. somehow we got to talking about how our tuition has been mispent and someone mentioned the 30,000 dollar plasma tv in 'after hours'. his only reply was "well, ugh, you should be very proud". later in the class while struggling with his drawings of different models, he said "a picture is worth 1000 words huh. maybe a couple hundred for mine". on another note entirely stevio sent me this instant message 4 seconds before he signed off:

Mister Stevio (3:24:47 PM): Bad news about beer.

Yesterday, scientists for Health Canada suggested that the results of a recent analysis revealed the presence of female hormones in beer, and suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption.

It was then observed that 100% of the men gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became overly emotional, couldn't drive, failed to think rationally, argued over nothing, had to sit down when urinating, couldn't perform sexually and refused to apologize when wrong.

No further testing is planned.
Mister Stevio signed off at 3:24:51 PM.

stevio is crazy.

Monday, January 06, 2003

while looking through my archives, i found that my favorite days worth of entries was April 2, 2002. i think i found this date when i was drunk and wrote it down, because when i saw it i had no idea what it meant and it took me quite some time to actually figure out what i had meant.
northeastern readers, are you familiar with the program direct connect? likely, at any rate, could someone please explain that horrible "pop-up" ad. i say it is a pop-up ad though i can never see it anywhere. it just asks me (in a fairly irritating tone) "are you tired of the rat race, ... etc." why does he have to ask me like every two seconds. I HATE THAT GOD DAMN AD.
alyssa milano. i say this n answer to the inquisitive title of the 80's sitcom: Who's the Boss? it is clearly not angela or mr danza or any of those other jerks.