I'm So Freakin' Tired

All the time, everyday. Me and sleeplessness have a parasitic relationship. It's constantly feeding on my soul. If I couldn't have fun at least once in a while to recharge, I would be consumed.

Some positive news: My English teacher, the perpetually-stuck-in-the-fifties-yet-still-kinda-cool Mr. Crabtree, told me today that I'm funny, and a good writer, and that he really enjoys reading my papers. It filled me with such joy; you don't even know.

It was so nice and cool outside this evening that it was not even, but almost a little bit, funny.

Some crazy Christian lady told me she was had been praying for me to find Jesus. She asked me if I felt her prayers; I said no, but I appreciated the sentiment. She said she would "pray really hard" for me now. I said okay.

Hehehe...

..."Noodly appendages".

Holy Fuck, What Does That Mean?!!?

I got this error message to come up after clicking one of the links in the upper right corner of the page. Since t.A.T.u is a From Russia their website is almost completely in Russian. Although I can read most of the Cyrillic script, I don't yet know any Russian so I just kinda randomly clicked a link hoping it would bring me to a photo album or something.

I have an assignment for you people. You are to come up with a clever or funny prompt for this screenshot and post it as a comment. The winner gets a cookie or a hug or something. I expect greatness. Multiple entries are acceptable.

I Miss Alex

311 rocks like few others do. 311 are not Sublime wannabes. Sublime sucks 311's cock in order to glean inspiration. Do you understand? The seed of 311 spawns greatness in others. That is the final word on that particular topic. Nothing more will be said by me about it.
I think reviews are silly. I will not review the concert for you because most of you were there and what happened. I will, however, make a few comments. Better Than Ezra and Engraham Hill are worth looking up. 311 puts on a fucking awesome show. They are enjoyable for most of many of the reasons that Unwritten Law is not, as in playing enjoyable and non-brain damaging, live music. As in, 311 is not a projector of cacophonous crap as was Unwritten Law for the most part. In all fairness, Unwritten Law did have a couple of songs that didn't make me want to completely puncture my ear drum with whatever pointy thing that happened to be close at hand. In fact, there were about four guys who seemed quite taken with them. They stood in their spot during the entire set and head-banged to some beat that I couldn't really discern.
Over all, the show was very good and worth my 44 bucks. I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it as much without such good company. You kids are good fun to hang out with.

The New Diet/Weight Loss plan! Stay So Busy That You Don't Have Time To Eat or Be Lazy

Seriously, folks, I've lost nearly 25 lbs. since April or Mayish.

Not really much to talk about at the moment. School and work are tag-teaming up on me like UFC fighters on steroids. It hurts pretty bad sometimes. Good news in the school department is that I've managed to not yet miss any class nor any assignments and I'm fairly certain that I maintain a grade of A in all four classes at the moment and it doesn't seem to be getting any harder than it already is. I'm almost positive that I can come away this semester with a 4.0 or some GPA very close to that for the first time in my life, ever. I have never made straight As in my entire life nor have I made any kind of good GPA ever except maybe for that time in sixth grade that I was on the Honor Roll for a quarter because I maintained a 3.5. That's it.

Last night was fairly interesting and fun. Lori was having trouble getting started on her paper about The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock so I volunteered to help her. After about an hour of talking about it and not really getting anywhere I suggested we have some fun instead, and to my absolute surprise she agreed so we made a compromise and went to IHOP to work on papers and stuff. There we basically spent the night with her working on her paper and me trying to use my meager networking knowledge and haxxor skills to break into the IHOP WiFi LAN. I downloaded and attempted to use a dictionary/bruteforce password cracker to get in but we had to leave before it could finish, which isn't really that surprising since I read that it could take up to a couple of weeks to crack a longer password/username combo. Lucky me the IHOP network there only had a password, no usernames. So, to summarize, Lori finished her paper moments before her computer went into low-power induced hibernation, it was cold, and the fried cheese was delicious.

Dag-nabit

Phone's gone. I spent roughly an hour last night looking for it. I expect I lost it somewhere between Wal-mart and here. I maintain the hope that it's in my locker at work. IM will probably be the best way to get ahold of me before Wednesday evening.

Woes

Who are these boys who wear the Sooner's jersey? They are not the Sooners.