i'm a genius
i figured out why the administration and greeks have a hard time relating and understanding each other. (i do a lot of intense stuff at work, obviously...). we all exist as part of a system at WPI. we are all a part of the school. we all have a loyalty to the system to see it succeed (social interactions, infrastructure, and education). the thing is that greeks are part of a separate system--their respective house. and we have loyalty primarily to each other rather than the system. since our local subculture is more important than our loyalty to the system it is harder for the system to exert control over the greeks. so they go into a futile attempt of forcing greeks to integrate into the system. so, since the system of WPI doesn't hold our primary responsibility, greeks have no problem rebelling against the system and not integrating smoothly.
yes, many greeks are actively involved in the campus and are not opposed to the overall system and some administrators are greek-friendly, but ask any greek what's more important, and the loyalty is revealed. and the administration would get rid of the greeks if it meant the overall survival of WPI.
this is not to be an upsetting view of how things work at WPI, just a system dynamics way of looking at how these groups interact with each other. i found it insightful anyway.
everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.--leo tolstoy
7.31.2002
my carry-all aka man purse
i own a man purse. i purchased mine at EMS. it is a stylish black bag. eagle creek brand. their "guide bag". it has many pockets for my stuff and a nice shoulder strap. the reason i bring this up is how it is usually unacceptable for a man to carry around a small hand bag. they do it all the time in europe. but it is a social faux pas here. well no more! me and shakes discussed this is past weekend. a hand bag would be so useful for a guy. you have your keys, your wallet, your cell phone, your gum, your chapstick, your cigarettes, your lighter, a pen, any number of things that you carry around and usually need. well, with my mighty fine man purse, i am both stylish and functional. it does everything i ever wanted a carry-all to do. me and shakes have decided to buck the social stigma and do what we think will work the best. my appearance is based on my own tastes and what i want to wear to look and feel good and do what i want. and i want to wear a man purse.
i own a man purse. i purchased mine at EMS. it is a stylish black bag. eagle creek brand. their "guide bag". it has many pockets for my stuff and a nice shoulder strap. the reason i bring this up is how it is usually unacceptable for a man to carry around a small hand bag. they do it all the time in europe. but it is a social faux pas here. well no more! me and shakes discussed this is past weekend. a hand bag would be so useful for a guy. you have your keys, your wallet, your cell phone, your gum, your chapstick, your cigarettes, your lighter, a pen, any number of things that you carry around and usually need. well, with my mighty fine man purse, i am both stylish and functional. it does everything i ever wanted a carry-all to do. me and shakes have decided to buck the social stigma and do what we think will work the best. my appearance is based on my own tastes and what i want to wear to look and feel good and do what i want. and i want to wear a man purse.
7.30.2002
i have a large cut on the top of my left foot that hurts like a mother. my left quadricep hurts everytime i take a step. my right tricep has been doing this dull throb all day. i am dehydrated and feel slightly nasueated. my mind screams "SLEEP" but i can't listen.
God bless that sweet, sweet nectar we so calmly call the cause--and solution--to all life's problems: alcohol
God bless that sweet, sweet nectar we so calmly call the cause--and solution--to all life's problems: alcohol
good God, we did it again. so the power hour to honor the 5000th download of Power Hour 3.0 was a resounding success. then steve whipped out the "secret" gravity test of his guitar. we smashed it a few times, threw it at my car. me and steve jumped around on the hood and roof of the volare. we chilled on the roof, we ran around being idiots. we stayed up late. we had a good time. getting rip-roaring drunk everyone once in a while with a bunch of kickass people makes the world seem good.
another re-enforcement that this is the greatest. summer. of. all. time.
posting about music yesterday made me think of some other music related ideas. and since the world is so influenced by the music we create, i will share with you another insight from the mind of reger. i realized why people get upset when bands go mainstream. when you discover a local band or some obscure group from say new mexico, you feel a sense of community. a sense that this is your music. you own all their LPs, you've seen them perform a million times, you own demo tapes of them from when they didn't even have a name yet. you and your friends disect the lyrics and melodies and you hold the music to a higher level than you do the pop culture shit that is churned out incessantly. but then one day, you hear their song on the radio. then you see it on the billboard charts. next, your favorite band in the world--your band-- is been interviewed by carson daly on TRL. how the fuck did that happen? this was your little secret. this band was yours. every song was written for you and to you. and now, some teenyboppers are screaming when they enter the MTV studios. you feel heartbroken. crushed. let down. this is why i'm glad that andy lucia moved to italy and jim joined the navy. this means that blue opal, one of my favorite local bands from back home, will never go mainstream. they will always be mine. no one at school has probably ever heard of them or ever will (besides reading about them here, i mean). i have something no one can take from me. not even carson daly.
"I would have made a good Pope." - Richard M. Nixon (1913-1994)
another re-enforcement that this is the greatest. summer. of. all. time.
posting about music yesterday made me think of some other music related ideas. and since the world is so influenced by the music we create, i will share with you another insight from the mind of reger. i realized why people get upset when bands go mainstream. when you discover a local band or some obscure group from say new mexico, you feel a sense of community. a sense that this is your music. you own all their LPs, you've seen them perform a million times, you own demo tapes of them from when they didn't even have a name yet. you and your friends disect the lyrics and melodies and you hold the music to a higher level than you do the pop culture shit that is churned out incessantly. but then one day, you hear their song on the radio. then you see it on the billboard charts. next, your favorite band in the world--your band-- is been interviewed by carson daly on TRL. how the fuck did that happen? this was your little secret. this band was yours. every song was written for you and to you. and now, some teenyboppers are screaming when they enter the MTV studios. you feel heartbroken. crushed. let down. this is why i'm glad that andy lucia moved to italy and jim joined the navy. this means that blue opal, one of my favorite local bands from back home, will never go mainstream. they will always be mine. no one at school has probably ever heard of them or ever will (besides reading about them here, i mean). i have something no one can take from me. not even carson daly.
"I would have made a good Pope." - Richard M. Nixon (1913-1994)
7.29.2002
this weekend re-enforced the general consensus that this is the best summer of all time. previously this distinction was held by the summer of 98. just before my senior year of high school. when i developed some good friendships with people in hibbing and went to a lot of camps, seminars, and toured colleges. fast forward to this summer: i have a solid group of best friends that have stood by me for the last 3 years. i have made friends with some people this summer that i'm willing to put into my little circle of people that i would drop anything and everything for. i have a sweet ass job. i spend my nights with my friends doing what we do best. chilling out and having a good time. i spend my weekends going on adventures throughout the northeast. i've become totally at peace with myself and the world. i realize that no matter what happens, it's all good. it's all good.
so to continue this introspective mood that is rare for a monday, i'll delve into the subject of songs and albums that i associate with definate moments of my life. we all have these, and they all trigger powerful emotional responses. so here's a little closer look into the psyche of christopher john reger...
shimmer by fuel. this is the song that is the summer of 98. it is also my favorite song of all time. that summer was the summer where i did a lot of emotional and spiritual growing, it pretty much is the summer that sent me on the path that i am now following and the experiences from that summer are the ones that have molded the reger that you all know and love. this song just grips me everytime i hear it. i can't explain.
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools that fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
inside out by eve 6. i first heard this song when i first came to wpi in the summer of 98. me and my dad drove out to the east coast to see colleges cuz that's where i decided that i wanted to spend the next few years of my life. i came to worcester and i heard this song just before i got out of the car to tour wpi. i must have heard it a thousand times on the way back home then. i bought the album as soon as i got home. this song marks a time when i realized that the midwest wasn't the place for me anymore. i needed to break out and explore. to see more of the country. to enjoy my youth instead of wasting it like i saw so many of the kids in my hometown do. i was going to be something. and this is the song that reminds me to grab hold of the world and squeeze every drop of sweet nectar i can get from it.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
l train by shootyz groove. this defines freshmen year of college. thanks to chove, strekas, and regan this song was pushed into the psyche of all TKEs that year. every party. every social. anytime we had the party room speakers going, i could guarantee that this song was going to be played. it didn't really kick in til late b term, or that's when i remember hearing it all the time. but this song just opens the flood gates on everything that was right with my first year at wpi.
so clear the streets
shake the cops
lets go get these punks
are you all down?
yo nobody better front
Sometimes I am a player
sometimes I am a pawn
No energy to run
but I gotta carry on
that's it for individual songs, so onto the albums. only 2 have become associated with anything concrete.
hybrid theory by linkin park. this is album that is last summer. more specifically the road trip to the TKE conclave in new orleans at the beginning of august 01. let it be known that the 5 guys in a dodge shadow without AC for 30 hours in the south is actually a good time. a great bonding experience and a ridiculous partying experience. there is so much that went on in those few days that we traveling and partying and learning about TKE. it kicked fucking ass. and we listened to this album about 5 times straight on the way back just cuz it kicks so much ass.
I find the answers aren't so clear, wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense, I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away, over and over again, just like before
where have all the merrymakers gone? by harvey danger. this album isn't associated with any particular time frame or experience. it just kind of goes along with my entire life. this whole album has lyrics and sounds and melodies that anytime i listen to it, happy or sad, it brings me to a point where my head is cleared and my soul is calmed. it invites nothing but good vibes. i feel this album. if you want to know what reger is, then listen to this record.
some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
others still may shock you with all that they're revealing
but one thing's sure:
there's always more information than you ask for.
ask for this:
just enough knowledge to know i don't know anything
some things are personal (at least they should be)
or is it too much to ask you just to maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)
it's radio radio silence silence.
so if you've got greatness in you, won't you do us all a favor? and keep it--keep it to yourself?
so to continue this introspective mood that is rare for a monday, i'll delve into the subject of songs and albums that i associate with definate moments of my life. we all have these, and they all trigger powerful emotional responses. so here's a little closer look into the psyche of christopher john reger...
shimmer by fuel. this is the song that is the summer of 98. it is also my favorite song of all time. that summer was the summer where i did a lot of emotional and spiritual growing, it pretty much is the summer that sent me on the path that i am now following and the experiences from that summer are the ones that have molded the reger that you all know and love. this song just grips me everytime i hear it. i can't explain.
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterfliess, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools that fall behind
And I'm somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
'Til I break at the bend
inside out by eve 6. i first heard this song when i first came to wpi in the summer of 98. me and my dad drove out to the east coast to see colleges cuz that's where i decided that i wanted to spend the next few years of my life. i came to worcester and i heard this song just before i got out of the car to tour wpi. i must have heard it a thousand times on the way back home then. i bought the album as soon as i got home. this song marks a time when i realized that the midwest wasn't the place for me anymore. i needed to break out and explore. to see more of the country. to enjoy my youth instead of wasting it like i saw so many of the kids in my hometown do. i was going to be something. and this is the song that reminds me to grab hold of the world and squeeze every drop of sweet nectar i can get from it.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
l train by shootyz groove. this defines freshmen year of college. thanks to chove, strekas, and regan this song was pushed into the psyche of all TKEs that year. every party. every social. anytime we had the party room speakers going, i could guarantee that this song was going to be played. it didn't really kick in til late b term, or that's when i remember hearing it all the time. but this song just opens the flood gates on everything that was right with my first year at wpi.
so clear the streets
shake the cops
lets go get these punks
are you all down?
yo nobody better front
Sometimes I am a player
sometimes I am a pawn
No energy to run
but I gotta carry on
that's it for individual songs, so onto the albums. only 2 have become associated with anything concrete.
hybrid theory by linkin park. this is album that is last summer. more specifically the road trip to the TKE conclave in new orleans at the beginning of august 01. let it be known that the 5 guys in a dodge shadow without AC for 30 hours in the south is actually a good time. a great bonding experience and a ridiculous partying experience. there is so much that went on in those few days that we traveling and partying and learning about TKE. it kicked fucking ass. and we listened to this album about 5 times straight on the way back just cuz it kicks so much ass.
I find the answers aren't so clear, wish I could find a way to disappear
All these thoughts they make no sense, I found bliss in ignorance
Nothing seems to go away, over and over again, just like before
where have all the merrymakers gone? by harvey danger. this album isn't associated with any particular time frame or experience. it just kind of goes along with my entire life. this whole album has lyrics and sounds and melodies that anytime i listen to it, happy or sad, it brings me to a point where my head is cleared and my soul is calmed. it invites nothing but good vibes. i feel this album. if you want to know what reger is, then listen to this record.
some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling
others still may shock you with all that they're revealing
but one thing's sure:
there's always more information than you ask for.
ask for this:
just enough knowledge to know i don't know anything
some things are personal (at least they should be)
or is it too much to ask you just to maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
maintain a little
(take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it)
it's radio radio silence silence.
so if you've got greatness in you, won't you do us all a favor? and keep it--keep it to yourself?
7.26.2002
7.25.2002
last night was going to be relaxing evening of doing nothing, maybe a load of laundry, and some blogging. but somehow it turned into socialize with everyone night. it started off with a fugitive showing up at our house. an unlicensed driver with a stolen jeep. it was exciting. she took me, abad, and jules out to dinner. hey, i won't turn down a free meal from anyone--including someone that just committed a felony ;) while at dinner, we ran into the 92 west crew + patty mcburns, so i sat down and chilled with them for a bit. had a pint of blueberry, and they all went on their merry way. then there were some girls that were there enjoying the fine evening so me and abad chilled there for awhile. i met colleen and sarah and saw malia for the first time in like forever. muck, kat, and gardener were there also. we came to the conclusion that if bath and body works had a TV with ESPN and bags that said "sports store" written in black marker and kinda smelled like beer, guys would be much more willing to buy the guy scents that they have there. or girls can just buy them as gifts. everybody likes gifts.
back to TKE, where the conclusion is to watch a movie and drink. this turns out to be a spectacular conclusion that turned into good times for all. the cops did come looking for our fugitive, but it turned out to be all good. so the white russians were drank like it was our job. and me and mcd are good at our jobs. everyone seemed to have a very chill night. we watched dude where's my car? and snatch. two very quality films. then everyone retired, and i feel asleep to the royal tenebaums.
one major topic that was introduced last night that bears release to the general public is the reproduction of mogwai. you know, gizmo from gremlins. well, gremlins 2 was on, and of course, gizmo got hit by some water and he spawned some more furry little guys. now, since this is asexual reproduction, the spawned mogwai have to have the same DNA as gizmo. but they look different, some of them are evil, some are just stupid. we decided that what happens is that it's jungianesque (i just made that word up) archetypes that are being spawned. the different facets of your psyche are being released in a manifest form of a new mogwai. extraordinary. fascinating to say the least.
i've been meaning to post this for days, but i always forget to do it when i sit down and type shit out. the classic mc d quote: "girls are just desirable...it's their job." what brings about this topic is the way that girls can just do one small, barely noticeable thing that makes them go from this girl i know to a goddess that rivals venus. it can be anything from a certain T-shirt, a pair of glasses, the way their head tilts as they laugh, the way they hold a cigarette, the way they toss their hair when it's wet, or my all time fav--glitter. most girls don't even notice what it does to them or what it does to me, and that's just fine. they don't need to know what it is that makes me them incredibly beautiful. they just need to know they are.
ok onto the big topic of the day: the crazy ass dream i had. this dream was just nuts this morning. i think it might have been all the white russians last night, but i'll just go with that i'm nuts...
so, i decide that i am going to go back to my hometown of hibbing, mn. so i'm there. with joel calden, this senior citizen couple, and cleveland and roberta (the black couple from family guy). we start walking around my town, up and down howard street which is the main commercial area of hibbing. we then go into a barber shop. i sit down and begin messing with my hair, worried that i had missed some spots (i cut my own hair the other night, so i think that's where that comes from). i'm looking in a mirror, trying to find where i missed, when the barber comes up behind me and says "i'll take care of it." i turn and see that the barber is leonard nimoy (or spock as most people know him). he whips out a comb and scissors and does my hair up right. when he's finished he swivels my chair back to the mirror and says (in a pretty ominous(sp?) voice),"now you look like you need to do what you have to do." i'm confused. but the 5 other people in my group are ready to go so we leave the barber shop and start walking again. we are the only ones on the street. no cars, no bikes, no people. it's kind of weird. everything is very gray. very bleak. we continue walking and we find this dilapidated building with a homeless guy sitting on the front steps. he has nothing but sadness on his face. a look that screamed "why me? what did i do to deserve this state of misery?" and it wasn't the immense pain that was on his face that bothered me so much, it was all the 10 year old thugs that were standing around yelling at him, hanging out of the windows of the building, taunting him, beating each other up, smoking crack. it was intense. we all look away and we see this swimming pool next to the building filled with this brown goop. like pudding. we stand around looking at it. when we see this crazy haired, big bearded, dirty, homeless guy stumbling down the street yelling "do it! save us! do it! you know you have to! you have no choice! do it!" so i look at the other 5 people with me, and i'm like "he's right. let's do it" so the old couple dives into the pool and swims down to the bottom, the couple from family guy jumps in. i look at joel, he looks at me, i say, "you gotta have faith" and we jump in. now the substance in the pool was kind of easy to swim through. i could see very clearly, even though everything was brown and the stuff was opaque. i could also breath normally, which was a plus. so i keep swimming down, down, down, down, it seemed like an hour. i finally reach the bottom and there is a door open with light spilling through. i walk through the door and i'm right back at the building again. i see the thugs tormenting the old guy, the crazy guy is there, my previous companions are no where around. i yell at the thugs to leave the guy alone and they scatter like crows scared off of carrion. me and crazy guy help the old guy over to the side of the pool. where the crazy guy whips out a stove and some food and starts cooking. i'm like "you're undercover cops, aren't you?" they respond "yes, we are" then the old one starts talking "we had to follow you to make sure you would do it. you had to go through the door. the whole world needed you to go through that door." i just sat there. the crazy guy hands me some food and we all eat in silence. then they stand up and look at me and say "you know, you could still go back through the door. you'll be ok if you go back through. who knows about us, but your world will be ok." so i start freaking out, that i need to get back. i need to be back on my side of the door. so i jump in the pool and start swimming down. i'm swimming for awhile, and then i realize i can't go back. it's not the same door anymore. it's not the same place i was before. it'll never be my world again. so i swim back up and burst through the surface. the sludge is gone. it's crystal clear water. the greyness is gone. the beatup building is gone. it's now a lush garden paradise. and i'm in a beautiful sand pool with a waterfall spilling into it. i get out of the water and realize things might be pretty good here. then a stretch cadillac shows up. the back window rolls down and it's laura eustice, a girl from high school. she's dressed like a gypsy and the inside of the car looks like one of those old egyptian tents from old 30s and 40s movies. she looks at me and says "do you still have the star?" i'm like "yeah" and i pull it from my pocket. a small star shining with a dull warm white glow and i hand it to her (don't ask where i got it, i just had it). she proceeds to smash it and hands me back a piece. "here. hang onto this. you'll need it in a thousand years." i respond: "wouldn't it be easier if we just hang onto it til this happens again?" (i have no clue what is going on here, this is all just happening and popping out of my mouth) her reply: "you know the power it possess. it can't be trusted intact with just one person. we will scatter it throughout the races of man, and--when the time comes--humanity will have to prove its merit again" she then rolled up the window on the limo and drove away. i stood there holding a small broken part of a star with the understanding that in a thousand years, this was going to happen all over again. i stood there knowing that the world was fine and i was going to be, too.
then i woke up and i was like "damn, that was a weird dream, i should blog it"
if you're not part of the future, then get outta the way.
back to TKE, where the conclusion is to watch a movie and drink. this turns out to be a spectacular conclusion that turned into good times for all. the cops did come looking for our fugitive, but it turned out to be all good. so the white russians were drank like it was our job. and me and mcd are good at our jobs. everyone seemed to have a very chill night. we watched dude where's my car? and snatch. two very quality films. then everyone retired, and i feel asleep to the royal tenebaums.
one major topic that was introduced last night that bears release to the general public is the reproduction of mogwai. you know, gizmo from gremlins. well, gremlins 2 was on, and of course, gizmo got hit by some water and he spawned some more furry little guys. now, since this is asexual reproduction, the spawned mogwai have to have the same DNA as gizmo. but they look different, some of them are evil, some are just stupid. we decided that what happens is that it's jungianesque (i just made that word up) archetypes that are being spawned. the different facets of your psyche are being released in a manifest form of a new mogwai. extraordinary. fascinating to say the least.
i've been meaning to post this for days, but i always forget to do it when i sit down and type shit out. the classic mc d quote: "girls are just desirable...it's their job." what brings about this topic is the way that girls can just do one small, barely noticeable thing that makes them go from this girl i know to a goddess that rivals venus. it can be anything from a certain T-shirt, a pair of glasses, the way their head tilts as they laugh, the way they hold a cigarette, the way they toss their hair when it's wet, or my all time fav--glitter. most girls don't even notice what it does to them or what it does to me, and that's just fine. they don't need to know what it is that makes me them incredibly beautiful. they just need to know they are.
ok onto the big topic of the day: the crazy ass dream i had. this dream was just nuts this morning. i think it might have been all the white russians last night, but i'll just go with that i'm nuts...
so, i decide that i am going to go back to my hometown of hibbing, mn. so i'm there. with joel calden, this senior citizen couple, and cleveland and roberta (the black couple from family guy). we start walking around my town, up and down howard street which is the main commercial area of hibbing. we then go into a barber shop. i sit down and begin messing with my hair, worried that i had missed some spots (i cut my own hair the other night, so i think that's where that comes from). i'm looking in a mirror, trying to find where i missed, when the barber comes up behind me and says "i'll take care of it." i turn and see that the barber is leonard nimoy (or spock as most people know him). he whips out a comb and scissors and does my hair up right. when he's finished he swivels my chair back to the mirror and says (in a pretty ominous(sp?) voice),"now you look like you need to do what you have to do." i'm confused. but the 5 other people in my group are ready to go so we leave the barber shop and start walking again. we are the only ones on the street. no cars, no bikes, no people. it's kind of weird. everything is very gray. very bleak. we continue walking and we find this dilapidated building with a homeless guy sitting on the front steps. he has nothing but sadness on his face. a look that screamed "why me? what did i do to deserve this state of misery?" and it wasn't the immense pain that was on his face that bothered me so much, it was all the 10 year old thugs that were standing around yelling at him, hanging out of the windows of the building, taunting him, beating each other up, smoking crack. it was intense. we all look away and we see this swimming pool next to the building filled with this brown goop. like pudding. we stand around looking at it. when we see this crazy haired, big bearded, dirty, homeless guy stumbling down the street yelling "do it! save us! do it! you know you have to! you have no choice! do it!" so i look at the other 5 people with me, and i'm like "he's right. let's do it" so the old couple dives into the pool and swims down to the bottom, the couple from family guy jumps in. i look at joel, he looks at me, i say, "you gotta have faith" and we jump in. now the substance in the pool was kind of easy to swim through. i could see very clearly, even though everything was brown and the stuff was opaque. i could also breath normally, which was a plus. so i keep swimming down, down, down, down, it seemed like an hour. i finally reach the bottom and there is a door open with light spilling through. i walk through the door and i'm right back at the building again. i see the thugs tormenting the old guy, the crazy guy is there, my previous companions are no where around. i yell at the thugs to leave the guy alone and they scatter like crows scared off of carrion. me and crazy guy help the old guy over to the side of the pool. where the crazy guy whips out a stove and some food and starts cooking. i'm like "you're undercover cops, aren't you?" they respond "yes, we are" then the old one starts talking "we had to follow you to make sure you would do it. you had to go through the door. the whole world needed you to go through that door." i just sat there. the crazy guy hands me some food and we all eat in silence. then they stand up and look at me and say "you know, you could still go back through the door. you'll be ok if you go back through. who knows about us, but your world will be ok." so i start freaking out, that i need to get back. i need to be back on my side of the door. so i jump in the pool and start swimming down. i'm swimming for awhile, and then i realize i can't go back. it's not the same door anymore. it's not the same place i was before. it'll never be my world again. so i swim back up and burst through the surface. the sludge is gone. it's crystal clear water. the greyness is gone. the beatup building is gone. it's now a lush garden paradise. and i'm in a beautiful sand pool with a waterfall spilling into it. i get out of the water and realize things might be pretty good here. then a stretch cadillac shows up. the back window rolls down and it's laura eustice, a girl from high school. she's dressed like a gypsy and the inside of the car looks like one of those old egyptian tents from old 30s and 40s movies. she looks at me and says "do you still have the star?" i'm like "yeah" and i pull it from my pocket. a small star shining with a dull warm white glow and i hand it to her (don't ask where i got it, i just had it). she proceeds to smash it and hands me back a piece. "here. hang onto this. you'll need it in a thousand years." i respond: "wouldn't it be easier if we just hang onto it til this happens again?" (i have no clue what is going on here, this is all just happening and popping out of my mouth) her reply: "you know the power it possess. it can't be trusted intact with just one person. we will scatter it throughout the races of man, and--when the time comes--humanity will have to prove its merit again" she then rolled up the window on the limo and drove away. i stood there holding a small broken part of a star with the understanding that in a thousand years, this was going to happen all over again. i stood there knowing that the world was fine and i was going to be, too.
then i woke up and i was like "damn, that was a weird dream, i should blog it"
if you're not part of the future, then get outta the way.
7.23.2002
the thunderstorm that went through today was slightly on the disappointing side. i think it was because me and abad spent a good portion of the afternoon tracking the radar and looking at weather reports waiting for the storm of the century to appear. but it didn't. it was impressive with the blackness and lightening. but i was hoping for the power to be knocked out so i wouldn't have to do work or any of that jazz.
it's almost august. which means it's time to start the last blasts of the summer up. do it up right people.
geek vs greek. this seems to be the common thread lately, so here's my ten cents. my two cents is free. nuisance? who sent? you sent for me?
wpi is a screwed up population to be talking about this topic at. the majority of the greeks are geeks. we just are. look at TKE, my favorite greek establishment. as my good friend arcolano likes to say, "TKE is the island of misfit toys." nothing could be closer to the truth. also i like to think of TKE as the geekiness of the tri-Lams mixed with the partying of the Delts (revenge of the nerds mixed with animal house for those of you that couldn't catch the references...). i am glad that chicks are getting the advice to go after the geeks. we're everywhere and we run the universe. we run the universe.
60 hours and counting... ;)
it's almost august. which means it's time to start the last blasts of the summer up. do it up right people.
geek vs greek. this seems to be the common thread lately, so here's my ten cents. my two cents is free. nuisance? who sent? you sent for me?
wpi is a screwed up population to be talking about this topic at. the majority of the greeks are geeks. we just are. look at TKE, my favorite greek establishment. as my good friend arcolano likes to say, "TKE is the island of misfit toys." nothing could be closer to the truth. also i like to think of TKE as the geekiness of the tri-Lams mixed with the partying of the Delts (revenge of the nerds mixed with animal house for those of you that couldn't catch the references...). i am glad that chicks are getting the advice to go after the geeks. we're everywhere and we run the universe. we run the universe.
60 hours and counting... ;)
7.22.2002
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LINDSEY!!!!
man oh, man. another weekend gone by, and another million memories stored away again. it was of course excellent. friday night was just chilling at the house with the posse. we watched empire records in the quad. qualiity flick. i worship lucas. "who knows where thoughts come from? they just appear."
saturday lindsey took me and jaimie out to lunch and we had the absolute best waitress ever. she was amazing. nice, courteous, and not a bitch.
then we went to lindsey house, and her dad showed me how to win at backgammon. i had always knew how to play. but i never knew how to win. no strategy was ever taught me. but now i'm a force to be reckoned with. booyah!
so we finally went camping near plymouth, and me and joel started drinking. started off with wine, so we were all happy drunk, then moved onto the beer. me and joel were the life of the party. we just kept babbling on and on about completely random topics that didn't hold any continuity flow whatsoever. but it was quality. this girl amanda told us to be quiet for a minute, and we tried, but it sucked so much. we did it, but at the end it became so painful that we just had to start talking again. it was intense. then the night started dying down, so i slept out by the fire on a chair and so did amanda. we just stayed there watching the fire for awhile. when we woke up the next morning at 5:20AM (!!!). we decided to throw marshmellows around the campsite and burn stuff. it was a quality morning. then more sleep. then back up. then backgammon. then back to lindsey's. then to worcester. then to watching a knight's tale. then to shower. then to food. then to sleep. then to my next topic:
Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. the greatest 3 hour block of television out there. Aqua Teen Hunger Force maybe the greatest television show ever created. i know why it's only 10 minutes, no one could handle a full half hour of it without going insane. it just wouldn't happen. Baby Blues doesn't grab my attention too much, but last night's episode with drew carey and the scooby doo rip off, was exactly the randomness that Adult Swim dishes out on a regular basis.
"healthy teen liver equals mooonnneeyy!"
well, it's time to get ready for another day of work work work.
adios muchachos
man oh, man. another weekend gone by, and another million memories stored away again. it was of course excellent. friday night was just chilling at the house with the posse. we watched empire records in the quad. qualiity flick. i worship lucas. "who knows where thoughts come from? they just appear."
saturday lindsey took me and jaimie out to lunch and we had the absolute best waitress ever. she was amazing. nice, courteous, and not a bitch.
then we went to lindsey house, and her dad showed me how to win at backgammon. i had always knew how to play. but i never knew how to win. no strategy was ever taught me. but now i'm a force to be reckoned with. booyah!
so we finally went camping near plymouth, and me and joel started drinking. started off with wine, so we were all happy drunk, then moved onto the beer. me and joel were the life of the party. we just kept babbling on and on about completely random topics that didn't hold any continuity flow whatsoever. but it was quality. this girl amanda told us to be quiet for a minute, and we tried, but it sucked so much. we did it, but at the end it became so painful that we just had to start talking again. it was intense. then the night started dying down, so i slept out by the fire on a chair and so did amanda. we just stayed there watching the fire for awhile. when we woke up the next morning at 5:20AM (!!!). we decided to throw marshmellows around the campsite and burn stuff. it was a quality morning. then more sleep. then back up. then backgammon. then back to lindsey's. then to worcester. then to watching a knight's tale. then to shower. then to food. then to sleep. then to my next topic:
Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. the greatest 3 hour block of television out there. Aqua Teen Hunger Force maybe the greatest television show ever created. i know why it's only 10 minutes, no one could handle a full half hour of it without going insane. it just wouldn't happen. Baby Blues doesn't grab my attention too much, but last night's episode with drew carey and the scooby doo rip off, was exactly the randomness that Adult Swim dishes out on a regular basis.
"healthy teen liver equals mooonnneeyy!"
well, it's time to get ready for another day of work work work.
adios muchachos
7.18.2002
three times today, some attractive middle aged woman at work commented on how good i looked in my sweater vest and how green is really my color. i like that. but i would much rather have a 20something year old say that instead of a 40something year old. i guess i'm just doomed til i'm old enough to have kids my age...*sigh*
but onto the political rant of the day! inspired by ben's ideas that were inspired by me, i bring you my theory as to why i will be able to be president someday. my generation is pretty fed up with the status quo. we don't like things to be run by "good ol' boys". we have a slight distrust of corporations (enron and worldcom don't really help things either). and we all have opinions that we vehemently support no matter how wrong they are. we are quite accepting of other cultures and attitudes (which we also mock mercilessly). and most of us have this inane desire to do good in the world. to some varying degree this describes most college age students (don't argue. i'm right). i just happen to take it up a few notches compared to most people. (especially the opinion part). anyway, this will lead to one of two outcomes:
1. the status quo will win for the near future. corportations will grease our congressmen, and our elected officials will ignore the common good. the system will continually try to support itself on nothing (cuz our generation won't put up with it), and it will collapse sending America into ruin. the people that step up will be people like myself, like ben, and other like minded folk who love the principles and ideals this goverment was founded upon, and we will rise up and resurrect America and bring back into focus what is needed.
2. hopefully the real case--our generation will become more and more involved in the workings of government by voting, petitioning, protesting and excerising the liberties granted to us by the constitution. we will sweep away the narrow-minded conservatism that is gripping our goverment like a dying soldier to his gun. it will be more useful if it is passed on to the next generation to fire the silver bullets of freedom, liberty, and justice.
i really see this as the political future of America in our lifetime. Revolution! or a paradigm shift where political viewpoints aligned with my own will be the norm. either way, i want to be a front-runner.
REGER in 2016
but onto the political rant of the day! inspired by ben's ideas that were inspired by me, i bring you my theory as to why i will be able to be president someday. my generation is pretty fed up with the status quo. we don't like things to be run by "good ol' boys". we have a slight distrust of corporations (enron and worldcom don't really help things either). and we all have opinions that we vehemently support no matter how wrong they are. we are quite accepting of other cultures and attitudes (which we also mock mercilessly). and most of us have this inane desire to do good in the world. to some varying degree this describes most college age students (don't argue. i'm right). i just happen to take it up a few notches compared to most people. (especially the opinion part). anyway, this will lead to one of two outcomes:
1. the status quo will win for the near future. corportations will grease our congressmen, and our elected officials will ignore the common good. the system will continually try to support itself on nothing (cuz our generation won't put up with it), and it will collapse sending America into ruin. the people that step up will be people like myself, like ben, and other like minded folk who love the principles and ideals this goverment was founded upon, and we will rise up and resurrect America and bring back into focus what is needed.
2. hopefully the real case--our generation will become more and more involved in the workings of government by voting, petitioning, protesting and excerising the liberties granted to us by the constitution. we will sweep away the narrow-minded conservatism that is gripping our goverment like a dying soldier to his gun. it will be more useful if it is passed on to the next generation to fire the silver bullets of freedom, liberty, and justice.
i really see this as the political future of America in our lifetime. Revolution! or a paradigm shift where political viewpoints aligned with my own will be the norm. either way, i want to be a front-runner.
REGER in 2016
well, yesterday was not so good,then really good. i was tired, work was not going very well, i'm starting to get bored with the whole office gig. it was good for awhile, but not so much now. i'm glad i'll be staying in academia my whole life. there was construction on 495, so that added another 20 minutes on the commute. but as soon as i got home to TKE, everything was better. just pulling up to the house made me feel better. talking to people, hanging out in the place i love, just made everything seem so much better. and it's now thursday. which means tomorrow is friday. which means it's almost the weekend. which means jeremy is coming to worcester. which means saturday night will be a good day for oh so many reasons. so many.
i have a list of people that i would like to meet. it consists of john cusack, bill clinton and elisa baker. one of these 3 i think will be easier than the others, but we'll see ;)
quote of the day from becky williams: "you've got that kinda hippie style that this takes to pull off"
i get called hippie more and more it seems. not that i have anything against it. i kind of like it. hippies were always seen as not fitting in, doing their own thing. off in their own world. being counter-culture. i like it. i am a hippie.
i guess i took the good name for a blogger. according to Wes anyway.
well, i'm at work, and i need to do work, so i will go do work. if anything interesting happens, i'll let you know...
walk away me boys. walk away me boys. by the morning, we'll be free. wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me.
i have a list of people that i would like to meet. it consists of john cusack, bill clinton and elisa baker. one of these 3 i think will be easier than the others, but we'll see ;)
quote of the day from becky williams: "you've got that kinda hippie style that this takes to pull off"
i get called hippie more and more it seems. not that i have anything against it. i kind of like it. hippies were always seen as not fitting in, doing their own thing. off in their own world. being counter-culture. i like it. i am a hippie.
i guess i took the good name for a blogger. according to Wes anyway.
well, i'm at work, and i need to do work, so i will go do work. if anything interesting happens, i'll let you know...
walk away me boys. walk away me boys. by the morning, we'll be free. wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me.
7.17.2002
7.15.2002
i finally got the new template to do what i want. i still need to post comments back up. but damn java script was messing with me. i have a certain system for the way i put up comments and structure my classes and whatnot. and when other people don't follow it, i get easily lost. yes, that's me. fumbling around code trying to figure out how the hell this guy managed to connect this to that. or how does that possibly do that? but i figured it out. and i like the cascading colors. if it's not working right, then you need to update your browser. that's all the sympathy you get from me.
i am desperately out of shape. i realized that sometime today. am i going to do anything about it? that is a question only time will tell. and time usually likes to say "no" :) hehe. i crack myself up. LOLROF. oh God, i did it again. why don't i have my own TV show or something?
the couch is calling my name. so is the pillow. the comforter, on the other hand, isn't saying much of anything. i've kind of neglected it the last couple days, since i've been sorta hot at night. (but when aren't i hot? oh jeez, there i go again. LOL)
sorrority girls on MTV is a stupid show. Dog Eat Dog on NBC is quite good. tonight's celebrity version had kato kaelin. that man is mooching his 15 minutes of fame like no one else. that man is my hero. but back to sorrority girls. why don't they do a real live documentary on fraternities? i even have one in mind. TKE-ZM. it would rule. we would be the perfect place for a show like that. we do stupid shit all the time, and we aren't even on camera! think of the hijinks that would go on with a TV camera pointed at us. it would raise the profile of WPI. parties would be so much cooler since everyone would want to be on TV. and i could get my big break for my talk show. the pros obviously outweigh the cons. where do i sign?
a little less conversation, a little more action
i am desperately out of shape. i realized that sometime today. am i going to do anything about it? that is a question only time will tell. and time usually likes to say "no" :) hehe. i crack myself up. LOLROF. oh God, i did it again. why don't i have my own TV show or something?
the couch is calling my name. so is the pillow. the comforter, on the other hand, isn't saying much of anything. i've kind of neglected it the last couple days, since i've been sorta hot at night. (but when aren't i hot? oh jeez, there i go again. LOL)
sorrority girls on MTV is a stupid show. Dog Eat Dog on NBC is quite good. tonight's celebrity version had kato kaelin. that man is mooching his 15 minutes of fame like no one else. that man is my hero. but back to sorrority girls. why don't they do a real live documentary on fraternities? i even have one in mind. TKE-ZM. it would rule. we would be the perfect place for a show like that. we do stupid shit all the time, and we aren't even on camera! think of the hijinks that would go on with a TV camera pointed at us. it would raise the profile of WPI. parties would be so much cooler since everyone would want to be on TV. and i could get my big break for my talk show. the pros obviously outweigh the cons. where do i sign?
a little less conversation, a little more action
so the summer party weekend of debauchary went according to plan. there was much fun and many people. everything i wanted it to be. made the money back i fronted for the party, so i am pleased with that.
the weekend started off with me buying tons of food and supplies for saturday and me giving money to people so they could go out and buy beer for the rest of us. this went smoothly. after that, we went and made brownies at beka's place. illegal brownies, if you catch my drift. i only had a 1/2 of one, cuz i ate the rest of my shrooms left over from gathering of the vibes. eating them on an empty stomach may or may not have been a good idea. but it got me tripping pretty quickly. so we were chilling at beka's til lindsey called me and i wandered over to TKE. tripping while everyone else isn't, is a pretty cool experience. most people were drunk or stoned, but i was the only one that was freakin out of my mind. saturday came way too early. we got up, i went and picked up more stuff, we started partying. the band came and started playing around 3ish and they played quite a long set. and they were awesome. covers of all new stuff, but it was definately quality times at TKE. we started running low on beer and then this alumni named breer decided to give me $250 to go buy more beer. so i did. (he also bought like $100 worth of chinese later in the night for all the late night partiers. yea for alumni! but when we were bringing back the keg, the WPI cops saw us, and decided that we should throw it away. (cuz we're not supposed to have kegs, but that is a rant that i don't really feel like going into now). then they realized we weren't morons, and would just take the keg out when they left. so they made us take it off the premises. we brought it over to chuck's, and the party continued. i was too exhausted to stay up much past 1, so i crashed, and other people stayed up. i guess the party kind of ended around 5AMish. good enough for me
highlights:
#1. sitting on the bench outside of the chopper with lindsey.
narc saying "reger is the standard of fucked up we all strive for"
the band singing to me (singing as in the "make him drink" song that all TKEs love so much)
chasing shea for some reason and falling down and skinning my knuckles.
getting a hangover necklace from cathe (it was alkaseltzer morning relief)
smoking a cuban that cathe got me in costa rica
going to bed saturday night completely and utterly exhausted because all was right with my little universe this weekend.
then there was sunday! got up, inspected the damage. half keg left. the floors sticky with beer sludge. and no dead bodies. we then did the firefly's all you can eat BBQ buffet for $10. stuffed myself silly. and i mean silly. came back, and started cleaning up the mess that was TKE. finished that. made my way up to the quad. watched people play soul caliber on dreamcast. i love kilik. then we started watching gladiator. sort of fell alseep in the chair (can you blame me?). megan came over, and we went to the park to chill and talk since i haven't seen much of her this summer. it was a good talk. rambled from subject to subject, but it was fun. and i remembered why she's such a good friend and why she needs to get back to worcester soon! so after that, it was back to TKE for a little bit and then back to the park for the free pops concert they were doign there. it was a tribute to disney last night. lindsey couldn't come cuz she was doing work, so when "under the sea" came on from the little mermaid, i called her and had her listen to it through my cell phone. isn't technology wonderful? after that, nate decided that we should play scrabble at the concert. so we did. me and beka won! down to the wire! we finished just as the concert ended. it was a fun evening.
then the part where boys do stupid things in large numbers came into play. a bunch of us decided to go to Honey Farms to bother mc d. on the walk there, we see this electric range sitting on the sidewalk waiting to be picked up by the garbage man. our idea is to gravity test it. so we go to ho fo, we buy some drinks, loiter for awhile. narc mentions that he has never seen me break stride. so steve chases me down trying to tag me in the nuts, but i'm quick like bunny. and narc sees me move. on the walk back we do decide to pick up the stove and gravity test it. we move the cars out of the driveway, and discuss how much damage the thing will do to the driveway and vice versea. driveway won the first round. and the 2nd round. and the 3rd round. so gravity works well still. we then brought it back to where we found it and left it there mangled and twisted and falling apart. i wish i could have seen the garbage man's face when he came to pick it up. "christ almighty! what did these people do to this? i expected this from the frat kids down the street..." hehe.
here comes the philosophical rant:
relationships seem to be the topic that a lot of people are discussing lately. and rightfully so, they define our entire lives. unless you go live in the woods by yourself, you will have to interact with other people. some people will get closer to you than others, while some become distant. some will fade in and out of your state of affairs, a few will stay there forever. and a couple you'll wish would just go away ;) but that's life. that's what we do as human beings. my relationships are important to me. i want to give back to other people as much as they give to me, but that sometimes is really hard, cuz i get so much out of my friends. much more than they realize they are giving to me. art told me that generation x (which we are on the tail end of) only keeps relationships as long as we need them to satisfy some kind of purpose. a means to an end. well, i'm anti that notion. my relationships are my ends. they are what i strive for. if someone wants to be my friend, let them come to me and be my friend. we'll find common interests. we'll find topics to debate. we'll get pissed at each other over stupid stuff, but--at the end of the day--we'll go to sleep knowing that we are friends. it's hard when friends are in disagreements with each other and i'm not in disagreement with either, and actually find both view points to be valid (or at least i understand the mechanisms as to why someone would feel and act they way they do). this is the true test of friendship. can you continue to be friends with both and try to help them both when they are upset at each other? i think you can. and that's what i try to do. random interruption: why do people trust me? is there something i give off that says "reger is a good guy, be his friend and he'll be there for you when you need it?" it just intrigues me. i need to know. my friends give me so much, that i can't really ever pay them back for all they have done for me. is that why? i have such a debt of friendship to pay off that i look to do it anytime anywhere? or is because i'm actually a good person? a person worthy of trust and respect and confidence? i find being called a good person is the most awkward compliment i can recieve. it makes me feel good, but i know that there is so much more i can do for that person before i even come close to be deserving of that kind of praise. life is so simple, yet such a mystery to me. i used to be amazed at every facet of life. every miniscule part that constituted the whole. i lost that for awhile. i no longer had the vim and vigor for amazement. i had lost my wonder. this summer brought it back. the simple act of breathing catches my wonder again. the cool feel of grass and earth on my skin make me giddy with awe. the bleakest day no longer holds anything but majestic beauty once again. and it's all due to my friends. you know who you are, and if you don't, let's remedy that. would've, could've, should've are unacceptable parts of my vocabulary. past actions or inactions are what make us what we are today. i could not be the person i am today without my past. you could not be the person i love without your past. my friends could not be my friends without their pasts. regret nothing. we are all moving towards something great, powerful, and amazing. it's called the future. just let it come. let the light of tomorrow wash over you and warm your heart and soul. and smile. it's going to be a beautiful life.
the weekend started off with me buying tons of food and supplies for saturday and me giving money to people so they could go out and buy beer for the rest of us. this went smoothly. after that, we went and made brownies at beka's place. illegal brownies, if you catch my drift. i only had a 1/2 of one, cuz i ate the rest of my shrooms left over from gathering of the vibes. eating them on an empty stomach may or may not have been a good idea. but it got me tripping pretty quickly. so we were chilling at beka's til lindsey called me and i wandered over to TKE. tripping while everyone else isn't, is a pretty cool experience. most people were drunk or stoned, but i was the only one that was freakin out of my mind. saturday came way too early. we got up, i went and picked up more stuff, we started partying. the band came and started playing around 3ish and they played quite a long set. and they were awesome. covers of all new stuff, but it was definately quality times at TKE. we started running low on beer and then this alumni named breer decided to give me $250 to go buy more beer. so i did. (he also bought like $100 worth of chinese later in the night for all the late night partiers. yea for alumni! but when we were bringing back the keg, the WPI cops saw us, and decided that we should throw it away. (cuz we're not supposed to have kegs, but that is a rant that i don't really feel like going into now). then they realized we weren't morons, and would just take the keg out when they left. so they made us take it off the premises. we brought it over to chuck's, and the party continued. i was too exhausted to stay up much past 1, so i crashed, and other people stayed up. i guess the party kind of ended around 5AMish. good enough for me
highlights:
#1. sitting on the bench outside of the chopper with lindsey.
narc saying "reger is the standard of fucked up we all strive for"
the band singing to me (singing as in the "make him drink" song that all TKEs love so much)
chasing shea for some reason and falling down and skinning my knuckles.
getting a hangover necklace from cathe (it was alkaseltzer morning relief)
smoking a cuban that cathe got me in costa rica
going to bed saturday night completely and utterly exhausted because all was right with my little universe this weekend.
then there was sunday! got up, inspected the damage. half keg left. the floors sticky with beer sludge. and no dead bodies. we then did the firefly's all you can eat BBQ buffet for $10. stuffed myself silly. and i mean silly. came back, and started cleaning up the mess that was TKE. finished that. made my way up to the quad. watched people play soul caliber on dreamcast. i love kilik. then we started watching gladiator. sort of fell alseep in the chair (can you blame me?). megan came over, and we went to the park to chill and talk since i haven't seen much of her this summer. it was a good talk. rambled from subject to subject, but it was fun. and i remembered why she's such a good friend and why she needs to get back to worcester soon! so after that, it was back to TKE for a little bit and then back to the park for the free pops concert they were doign there. it was a tribute to disney last night. lindsey couldn't come cuz she was doing work, so when "under the sea" came on from the little mermaid, i called her and had her listen to it through my cell phone. isn't technology wonderful? after that, nate decided that we should play scrabble at the concert. so we did. me and beka won! down to the wire! we finished just as the concert ended. it was a fun evening.
then the part where boys do stupid things in large numbers came into play. a bunch of us decided to go to Honey Farms to bother mc d. on the walk there, we see this electric range sitting on the sidewalk waiting to be picked up by the garbage man. our idea is to gravity test it. so we go to ho fo, we buy some drinks, loiter for awhile. narc mentions that he has never seen me break stride. so steve chases me down trying to tag me in the nuts, but i'm quick like bunny. and narc sees me move. on the walk back we do decide to pick up the stove and gravity test it. we move the cars out of the driveway, and discuss how much damage the thing will do to the driveway and vice versea. driveway won the first round. and the 2nd round. and the 3rd round. so gravity works well still. we then brought it back to where we found it and left it there mangled and twisted and falling apart. i wish i could have seen the garbage man's face when he came to pick it up. "christ almighty! what did these people do to this? i expected this from the frat kids down the street..." hehe.
here comes the philosophical rant:
relationships seem to be the topic that a lot of people are discussing lately. and rightfully so, they define our entire lives. unless you go live in the woods by yourself, you will have to interact with other people. some people will get closer to you than others, while some become distant. some will fade in and out of your state of affairs, a few will stay there forever. and a couple you'll wish would just go away ;) but that's life. that's what we do as human beings. my relationships are important to me. i want to give back to other people as much as they give to me, but that sometimes is really hard, cuz i get so much out of my friends. much more than they realize they are giving to me. art told me that generation x (which we are on the tail end of) only keeps relationships as long as we need them to satisfy some kind of purpose. a means to an end. well, i'm anti that notion. my relationships are my ends. they are what i strive for. if someone wants to be my friend, let them come to me and be my friend. we'll find common interests. we'll find topics to debate. we'll get pissed at each other over stupid stuff, but--at the end of the day--we'll go to sleep knowing that we are friends. it's hard when friends are in disagreements with each other and i'm not in disagreement with either, and actually find both view points to be valid (or at least i understand the mechanisms as to why someone would feel and act they way they do). this is the true test of friendship. can you continue to be friends with both and try to help them both when they are upset at each other? i think you can. and that's what i try to do. random interruption: why do people trust me? is there something i give off that says "reger is a good guy, be his friend and he'll be there for you when you need it?" it just intrigues me. i need to know. my friends give me so much, that i can't really ever pay them back for all they have done for me. is that why? i have such a debt of friendship to pay off that i look to do it anytime anywhere? or is because i'm actually a good person? a person worthy of trust and respect and confidence? i find being called a good person is the most awkward compliment i can recieve. it makes me feel good, but i know that there is so much more i can do for that person before i even come close to be deserving of that kind of praise. life is so simple, yet such a mystery to me. i used to be amazed at every facet of life. every miniscule part that constituted the whole. i lost that for awhile. i no longer had the vim and vigor for amazement. i had lost my wonder. this summer brought it back. the simple act of breathing catches my wonder again. the cool feel of grass and earth on my skin make me giddy with awe. the bleakest day no longer holds anything but majestic beauty once again. and it's all due to my friends. you know who you are, and if you don't, let's remedy that. would've, could've, should've are unacceptable parts of my vocabulary. past actions or inactions are what make us what we are today. i could not be the person i am today without my past. you could not be the person i love without your past. my friends could not be my friends without their pasts. regret nothing. we are all moving towards something great, powerful, and amazing. it's called the future. just let it come. let the light of tomorrow wash over you and warm your heart and soul. and smile. it's going to be a beautiful life.
7.12.2002
ok, several things to comment on today.
the drunk cleaning that went on last night wasn't very drunk but it was very clean. props to TKE for getting the house ready for summer party. which is this saturday at 63 Wachusett St, Worcester, MA 01609. cost is $5 for food and drink. The Bent will be playing at 3ish. this shameless plug has been brought to you by the number "be there" and the letter "i'm warning you."
my car has a funky smell when it gets hot outside. when i come out to it after work with the sun beating down on it for a few hours, it has this smell. old car grandma's house type smell. i think it may be because i haven't cleaned the interior of my car since march. and i'm a lazy person, so there is a lot of garbage and shiznit in there. i may take care of this sometime soon, but i'm extremely doubtful. doubtful as in why bother lying to myself, i'm not going to do it til i can't find the gas pedal anymore.
why do people throw away perfectly good things? and i'm not talking material possessions here. i mean, life's not one big party. it's more like a highway in the midwest. occassional high point, random low spots. but basically it's smooth sailing for the entire ride. so if the AC works, the radio station is tuned in fine and the sun's not glaring, why not just enjoy the trip? this is the only one you get to take. "we mortals are but shadows and dust"
i enjoy smoking. people were yelling at me last night to not do it. it's unhealthy, blah blah blah. well, frankly, i don't give a damn if it's healthy or not. i like doing it. i don't care about the health risks. life is too short to bother worrying how long you're going to live or how to make yourself live longer. quality over quantity baby. that's what it's all about. the only motiviation i could possible come up with for quitting is the economic one. it's getting fucking expensive to smoke. it's like 20 a week i'm blowing on butts. which is why we should live in my uber-utopia. there wouldn't even be cigarettes cuz that would be a superfluous commodity and a waste of communal resources. you see, society would only create things that were for the betterment of the society as a whole...but i digress. to recap, i'm still smoking.
ugh, it's 9:15. i came into work early today so i could leave early so i can go shopping for all the shit for tomorrow. i don't know if this was a good idea or not. i think i'm going to take a nap soon. i think i can just stare at my screen without anyone noticing anything, so we'll go for that. otherwise, i'll have to figure something else out.
i would buy this off ebay
so last night we decided that the way God is going to punish me is to send me to heaven while all my friends go to hell. i'll be stuck bored out of my gourd, well everyone else is partying it up in hell (yes, partying, it's a long story, but the gist is since everyone is going to hell, it can't be that bad. Satan can't be that efficient at torture, it's probably only a weekly thing anyway). so i suggest that i'll rebel against God like Lucifer. Then it was pointed out that i'm too lazy to start a revolution. so we went back to the foosball game. i would have to beat God in foosball in order to go to hell to hang out with my friends.
hey, what's a thundercloud doing in the office?
the drunk cleaning that went on last night wasn't very drunk but it was very clean. props to TKE for getting the house ready for summer party. which is this saturday at 63 Wachusett St, Worcester, MA 01609. cost is $5 for food and drink. The Bent will be playing at 3ish. this shameless plug has been brought to you by the number "be there" and the letter "i'm warning you."
my car has a funky smell when it gets hot outside. when i come out to it after work with the sun beating down on it for a few hours, it has this smell. old car grandma's house type smell. i think it may be because i haven't cleaned the interior of my car since march. and i'm a lazy person, so there is a lot of garbage and shiznit in there. i may take care of this sometime soon, but i'm extremely doubtful. doubtful as in why bother lying to myself, i'm not going to do it til i can't find the gas pedal anymore.
why do people throw away perfectly good things? and i'm not talking material possessions here. i mean, life's not one big party. it's more like a highway in the midwest. occassional high point, random low spots. but basically it's smooth sailing for the entire ride. so if the AC works, the radio station is tuned in fine and the sun's not glaring, why not just enjoy the trip? this is the only one you get to take. "we mortals are but shadows and dust"
i enjoy smoking. people were yelling at me last night to not do it. it's unhealthy, blah blah blah. well, frankly, i don't give a damn if it's healthy or not. i like doing it. i don't care about the health risks. life is too short to bother worrying how long you're going to live or how to make yourself live longer. quality over quantity baby. that's what it's all about. the only motiviation i could possible come up with for quitting is the economic one. it's getting fucking expensive to smoke. it's like 20 a week i'm blowing on butts. which is why we should live in my uber-utopia. there wouldn't even be cigarettes cuz that would be a superfluous commodity and a waste of communal resources. you see, society would only create things that were for the betterment of the society as a whole...but i digress. to recap, i'm still smoking.
ugh, it's 9:15. i came into work early today so i could leave early so i can go shopping for all the shit for tomorrow. i don't know if this was a good idea or not. i think i'm going to take a nap soon. i think i can just stare at my screen without anyone noticing anything, so we'll go for that. otherwise, i'll have to figure something else out.
i would buy this off ebay
so last night we decided that the way God is going to punish me is to send me to heaven while all my friends go to hell. i'll be stuck bored out of my gourd, well everyone else is partying it up in hell (yes, partying, it's a long story, but the gist is since everyone is going to hell, it can't be that bad. Satan can't be that efficient at torture, it's probably only a weekly thing anyway). so i suggest that i'll rebel against God like Lucifer. Then it was pointed out that i'm too lazy to start a revolution. so we went back to the foosball game. i would have to beat God in foosball in order to go to hell to hang out with my friends.
hey, what's a thundercloud doing in the office?
7.10.2002
me and artie decided to go to morgan after i was smashed. i think it had something to do with the beers i had, but further research is needed to verify the hypothesis that large amounts of alcohol beverages on an empty stomach causes extreme intoxication. i'll be experimenting tonight if anyone cares to join in.
but back to my story. me, artie and lindsey are walking back to morgan when we see a mouse in the street. me and artie try to catch it. he keeps jumping around. he's a sneaky bastard. we finally catch him. but he keeps jumping out of our hands. finally, i get him and hold on to him. me and art decide that we are going to keep him as the TKE mouse. we name him stuart little. we pet him and hold him and squeeze him and love him. so we go up to morgan 2nd and i'm walking down to lindsey's room when stuart decides that he has had enough of this shit and he bites me. hard enough to draw blood. i'm going to die of some mouse disease, but that's besides the point (anyway, i think the alcohol in my system killed any bacteria and/or viruses). so i try to move stuart so he can't bite me and he jumps out of my hand and runs into some kid's room. so me and art run in there trying to get him. art sprays a fire extinguisher to try to scare stuart out. that didn't work. so we go down to lindsey's room to tell her that the mouse escaped. then the RA comes in and turns on the light and says "go take care of the mouse" and he stands there with a pissed off look on his face. me and art contemplate denying the entire situation, but we want to find stuart so we go in there and look around for him. artie's crawling under the desk. i'm just sitting in a chair cuz there is no way in hell we are going to find him when we're cocked off our asses. artie comes over and asks what we're going to do. i tell him to go under the desk, pretend to grab him and we'll run screaming out of the building. so art crawls under the desk, gives me the countdown. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. "i've got him! AAAAAAAHHHH!" "AAAAAAHHHHH" as we tear down the hall. we run outside laughing like retards. we call up lindsey tell her what happens, bitch about the RA, and tell her good night. me and art go back home, eat some food, tell joel the story, and this morning i wake up with a hangover.
i can't wait to try to top that tonight.
but back to my story. me, artie and lindsey are walking back to morgan when we see a mouse in the street. me and artie try to catch it. he keeps jumping around. he's a sneaky bastard. we finally catch him. but he keeps jumping out of our hands. finally, i get him and hold on to him. me and art decide that we are going to keep him as the TKE mouse. we name him stuart little. we pet him and hold him and squeeze him and love him. so we go up to morgan 2nd and i'm walking down to lindsey's room when stuart decides that he has had enough of this shit and he bites me. hard enough to draw blood. i'm going to die of some mouse disease, but that's besides the point (anyway, i think the alcohol in my system killed any bacteria and/or viruses). so i try to move stuart so he can't bite me and he jumps out of my hand and runs into some kid's room. so me and art run in there trying to get him. art sprays a fire extinguisher to try to scare stuart out. that didn't work. so we go down to lindsey's room to tell her that the mouse escaped. then the RA comes in and turns on the light and says "go take care of the mouse" and he stands there with a pissed off look on his face. me and art contemplate denying the entire situation, but we want to find stuart so we go in there and look around for him. artie's crawling under the desk. i'm just sitting in a chair cuz there is no way in hell we are going to find him when we're cocked off our asses. artie comes over and asks what we're going to do. i tell him to go under the desk, pretend to grab him and we'll run screaming out of the building. so art crawls under the desk, gives me the countdown. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. "i've got him! AAAAAAAHHHH!" "AAAAAAHHHHH" as we tear down the hall. we run outside laughing like retards. we call up lindsey tell her what happens, bitch about the RA, and tell her good night. me and art go back home, eat some food, tell joel the story, and this morning i wake up with a hangover.
i can't wait to try to top that tonight.
7.09.2002
i just read about andrew's and ben's attempt to quit smoking cold turkey. this is a harder endeavor than you think. smoking is addictive. i wish someone would have told me about this when i was a little kid. i probably would never have started smoking if i had all the tasty tidbits of information out there on how bad cigarettes are. (the previous statement was dripping with facetiousness, in case you didn't notice) i have tried this twice in a serious manner. lasted 3 weeks both times. but that's because i have no will power and am a weak, weak man. at least they have each other to lean on for support. being the only heavy smoker (i think 1/2 to 3/4 a pack a day is heavy) in my group, i have no one to support me. they just yell at me. and out of spite i keep smoking. haha. not really, that's a blatant lie. i just really like having a cigarette. especially when you're all fucked up. that's the best time to have one. they keep you calm and settle the stomach. don't ask how or why, they just do. so to ben and andrew: i salute you! and America salutes you! Good luck and God bless.
so i was going to the bathroom today at work, and somebody left a floater. i mean, people, come on! how hard is it to notice that you have a buoyancy problem? just make sure when you flush, the sucker goes down. i don't need to come in there, getting already to do my thang and see that sitting there. it's just not cool. and it's not like this is a one time thing. whoever uses the 3rd floor men's room at athenahealth is doing this on a regular basis. someone either needs to change their diet or learn some public restroom etiquette. i'm riled up!
summer party in 4 days. be there or be SOL
summer party in 4 days. be there or be SOL
7.08.2002
looking at sitemeter statistics and referral pages. if you look up wpi fridge, i'm the 3rd hit. if you look up freezing cold barefoot, i'm 115.
i can see if you look up wpi fridge and see my site there. but to look up freezing cold barefoot and then going through all the pages, seeing my page, and then decided to go it is just so freaking random. i love the internet.
i can see if you look up wpi fridge and see my site there. but to look up freezing cold barefoot and then going through all the pages, seeing my page, and then decided to go it is just so freaking random. i love the internet.
me and artie love to cause trouble. tonight we suckered lindsey and bennet into it as well. after some chocolate peanut butter be spread nicely on people, and me and art intimidated the physics copier, we struck out on a topic secret mission: operation sitting place.
i'll tell you more if you ask nicely.
i am the master of excess. nothing in moderation. complete or nothing. there is no middle ground. no gray area. black and white. right or wrong. absolutism. no relativism. definate truth. definate lies. only reality. the world is born anew every morning with my eyes surveying my surroundings. i drink from the fountain of knowledge but reject the bitterness of its potency. i know the bright light in the heart of all mankind because i can see deep into the dark recesses of my own soul. there is nothing above me. not even God can take the joy i feel from the experience of being alive. not even God.
i have no idea where that came from. it just kind of spilled out of my head. but i like it, so i'm going to keep it (jeremy's prose i think inspired my creative juices).
i'll tell you more if you ask nicely.
i am the master of excess. nothing in moderation. complete or nothing. there is no middle ground. no gray area. black and white. right or wrong. absolutism. no relativism. definate truth. definate lies. only reality. the world is born anew every morning with my eyes surveying my surroundings. i drink from the fountain of knowledge but reject the bitterness of its potency. i know the bright light in the heart of all mankind because i can see deep into the dark recesses of my own soul. there is nothing above me. not even God can take the joy i feel from the experience of being alive. not even God.
i have no idea where that came from. it just kind of spilled out of my head. but i like it, so i'm going to keep it (jeremy's prose i think inspired my creative juices).
so, kiddies, the weekend is finally over, and the drudgery of monday starts again. the only reason this week will be bearable is cuz SUMMER PARTY is on saturday. i'm going to be plugging it all week. $5 at the TKE house (63 Wachusett St, Worcester, MA 01609). it will be a freakin awesome time. i expect the entire world to stop by sometime throughout the day.
last night i went to bed watching pleasantville. i love that movie. tobey maguire is one of my favorite actors. anyhoo, i ended up having one of those conversations last night that just make you feel good about life. it didn't quite follow the flow that i had laid out in my head, but isn't that the exciting part of life that makes every moment worth experiencing? i think so anyway. so, after the convo, i felt relaxed. peaceful. i don't know which words it was, but something got to me last night. getting up this morning, i realized that even though things haven't gone that great over the last year or so of my life, i'm happy. i'm truly happy. this summer has been spectacular. my old friends, my adventures, my new friends (especially, the new friends). so i just need 2 things to happen to make life perfect. $20 million dollars and my own talk show. but i'll deal with the money thing, but i will be sending letters to the major networks...
there are only 3 things that irritate me as of right now:
1. i don't have a lifetime supply of oreos and milk
2. i still need to wait a month for the LOTR DVD
3. i don't have my taxi equipment hooked up yet.
no motherfucker is dope as me
last night i went to bed watching pleasantville. i love that movie. tobey maguire is one of my favorite actors. anyhoo, i ended up having one of those conversations last night that just make you feel good about life. it didn't quite follow the flow that i had laid out in my head, but isn't that the exciting part of life that makes every moment worth experiencing? i think so anyway. so, after the convo, i felt relaxed. peaceful. i don't know which words it was, but something got to me last night. getting up this morning, i realized that even though things haven't gone that great over the last year or so of my life, i'm happy. i'm truly happy. this summer has been spectacular. my old friends, my adventures, my new friends (especially, the new friends). so i just need 2 things to happen to make life perfect. $20 million dollars and my own talk show. but i'll deal with the money thing, but i will be sending letters to the major networks...
there are only 3 things that irritate me as of right now:
1. i don't have a lifetime supply of oreos and milk
2. i still need to wait a month for the LOTR DVD
3. i don't have my taxi equipment hooked up yet.
no motherfucker is dope as me
7.07.2002
well, i'm back from gathering of the vibes. i managed to take a lot of drugs, smoke a lot of pot, and still find some time to drink some beers. oh, and there was music there. look for these bands: strangefolk, fuzz and stephen kellog, and max creek. excellent bands. the weather was only bad on the first day, and after that it was kind of chilly. the big leason learned from the weekend is how amazing hallucinogens can be. the reason i love them so much is how happy i feel on them. and the reason i get so happy is: when i trip, i realize the secret of life. and the cool part of knowing the meaning of life is actually what the meaning is: there is no meaning. just live your life the way you want to. be kind to other people and treat them with respect. do what you want to do to make you and your loved ones happy and that's it. do that and you'll be nothing but happy. but it's such a hard thing to do when you're not freaking out of your mind cuz your foot is melting and nobody is speaking english anymore and that guy just turned into a tree, but that's a story for another time...
more later.
more later.
7.02.2002
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i hate this heat. it's only the beginning of july and already i'm ready to hop the next plane to barrow, alaska. i don't care about the sun being up 24 hours, i just need to go some place where it never gets above 75. i'm pouring sweat sitting at my computer. i have to wipe my forehead every couple minutes. i've sitting here for 30 minutes and i'm already on my 3rd glass of water. i can't take it. i just can't. i'm going to melt away tonight. somebody is going to wake up tomorrow and find this gelatinous blob on the couch that used to be me. and they'll be like "oh, that reger..."
well, now that my brain is being fried by the heat, i've realized that the opening phrase extends to a large amount of things in my life. we'll leave it crypticly at that.
here's a shout out to steve couture. he's one of the good ones. (slightly messed up. but i always like my close friends to be shaken not stirred)
if i sit a certain way on the edge of my chair, i can make my entire lower body go to sleep. it's quite an interesting sensation.
i am unimpressed by personalized license plates.
why do they charge interest on car payments when no matter what you do the value of the car depreciates?
why do girls dress up if they don't want guys to hit on them?
why do guys continue to hit on a girl after she turns him down?
why do people put the AC on and then open windows?
you know the public service message commercials that are brought to you by the "Ad Council"? who the hell is the Ad Council?
why did sammy haggar leave the band?
if 4 out of 5 dentists prefer trident, what does that 5th one prefer? that's an ad campaign i'd like to see. "the gum that the 5th dentist says is better than what 80% of dentists endorse!"
how many sarcastic comments do you have to average a day to be considered an asshole? and do i break the record?
what does the H in Jesus H. Christ stand for?
why wouldn't God want a Lazy Boy instead of that throne thing? i think it would be more comfortable. and i think that omnipotent beings dig being comfy.
why did they raise the tolls on the mass pike? everyone knows the mob is just going to slow down the big dig so they can make more money.
why am i so stupid? (this last one is rhetorical, you bastards)
i hate this heat. it's only the beginning of july and already i'm ready to hop the next plane to barrow, alaska. i don't care about the sun being up 24 hours, i just need to go some place where it never gets above 75. i'm pouring sweat sitting at my computer. i have to wipe my forehead every couple minutes. i've sitting here for 30 minutes and i'm already on my 3rd glass of water. i can't take it. i just can't. i'm going to melt away tonight. somebody is going to wake up tomorrow and find this gelatinous blob on the couch that used to be me. and they'll be like "oh, that reger..."
well, now that my brain is being fried by the heat, i've realized that the opening phrase extends to a large amount of things in my life. we'll leave it crypticly at that.
here's a shout out to steve couture. he's one of the good ones. (slightly messed up. but i always like my close friends to be shaken not stirred)
if i sit a certain way on the edge of my chair, i can make my entire lower body go to sleep. it's quite an interesting sensation.
i am unimpressed by personalized license plates.
why do they charge interest on car payments when no matter what you do the value of the car depreciates?
why do girls dress up if they don't want guys to hit on them?
why do guys continue to hit on a girl after she turns him down?
why do people put the AC on and then open windows?
you know the public service message commercials that are brought to you by the "Ad Council"? who the hell is the Ad Council?
why did sammy haggar leave the band?
if 4 out of 5 dentists prefer trident, what does that 5th one prefer? that's an ad campaign i'd like to see. "the gum that the 5th dentist says is better than what 80% of dentists endorse!"
how many sarcastic comments do you have to average a day to be considered an asshole? and do i break the record?
what does the H in Jesus H. Christ stand for?
why wouldn't God want a Lazy Boy instead of that throne thing? i think it would be more comfortable. and i think that omnipotent beings dig being comfy.
why did they raise the tolls on the mass pike? everyone knows the mob is just going to slow down the big dig so they can make more money.
why am i so stupid? (this last one is rhetorical, you bastards)
isaac, you should get a cell phone. they are extremely handy for getting a hold of people when you're not near a computer (ie, the car, the mall, any stores, at a bar/club/restaurant). and you can IM and email on them nowadays, so they are definately a good technological accessory to have.
i'm going to gathering of the vibes this weekend. me, capt bill, brian bunten, chuck, cole and his girl are all going to this concert fest. it should be a pretty good times. everyone that i know that has gone to it before (ok, only 2 people) said that it was an amazing time. i'm hoping that it turns out to be a good time, cuz otherwise it will have been a waste of $140. not like i know anything about wasting money, but you know what i mean.
i enjoy the self-check out lines at the chopper. i don't have to put up with the white trash that doesn't remember their PINs or the chumps that use food stamps to try to buy the wrong stuff or standing in line in general. i wish they would get more of them. it's all i use at the chopper (unless i go late then they don't have them open--which is something they will have to remedy).
parker lewis can't lose was a quality tv show. does anyone know if it's on in syndication anymore? i would love to see it again.
speaking of early 90s shows, who here wanted to be Doogie Howser, MD? all of you? i thought so. i worshipped this kid when i was younger. he made me want to go to MIT, but then i toured there and hated it, toured WPI and fell in love with it, and the rest is history. but back to doogie. remember his computer journal and talking to the poster of einstein? god, i loved that show. that needs to come back on. am i getting old? i really shouldn't be reminiscing (sp?) about the good old days when i'm only 21. but TV sucks nowadays. i want my doogie, and parker lewis, and original saved by the bell. none of this "new class" or "college" shit. i want clarissa explains it all. i want wonder years. i want family ties. i want perfect strangers. i want to do the happy dance.
ok, enough venting. jay oleary wrote an email to the TKE spam list the other day and mentioned me and my blogger in it. he said that he hopes this takes the place of me arguing with everyone and basically ranting in public about shit no one cares about but me. i hate to disappoint, but probably not. i have cut down on the amount of arguing and bitching i do, but not because of the blog. the blog is a symptom of me changing my attitudes about how loud i want to be. i'm still loud and fairly off the hook, but it's different now. at least i feel different, i don't know if anyone else has noticed an impact concerning this, but i have. and that's all the really matters in the end, isn't it?
now where the hell is my doogie howser?
i'm going to gathering of the vibes this weekend. me, capt bill, brian bunten, chuck, cole and his girl are all going to this concert fest. it should be a pretty good times. everyone that i know that has gone to it before (ok, only 2 people) said that it was an amazing time. i'm hoping that it turns out to be a good time, cuz otherwise it will have been a waste of $140. not like i know anything about wasting money, but you know what i mean.
i enjoy the self-check out lines at the chopper. i don't have to put up with the white trash that doesn't remember their PINs or the chumps that use food stamps to try to buy the wrong stuff or standing in line in general. i wish they would get more of them. it's all i use at the chopper (unless i go late then they don't have them open--which is something they will have to remedy).
parker lewis can't lose was a quality tv show. does anyone know if it's on in syndication anymore? i would love to see it again.
speaking of early 90s shows, who here wanted to be Doogie Howser, MD? all of you? i thought so. i worshipped this kid when i was younger. he made me want to go to MIT, but then i toured there and hated it, toured WPI and fell in love with it, and the rest is history. but back to doogie. remember his computer journal and talking to the poster of einstein? god, i loved that show. that needs to come back on. am i getting old? i really shouldn't be reminiscing (sp?) about the good old days when i'm only 21. but TV sucks nowadays. i want my doogie, and parker lewis, and original saved by the bell. none of this "new class" or "college" shit. i want clarissa explains it all. i want wonder years. i want family ties. i want perfect strangers. i want to do the happy dance.
ok, enough venting. jay oleary wrote an email to the TKE spam list the other day and mentioned me and my blogger in it. he said that he hopes this takes the place of me arguing with everyone and basically ranting in public about shit no one cares about but me. i hate to disappoint, but probably not. i have cut down on the amount of arguing and bitching i do, but not because of the blog. the blog is a symptom of me changing my attitudes about how loud i want to be. i'm still loud and fairly off the hook, but it's different now. at least i feel different, i don't know if anyone else has noticed an impact concerning this, but i have. and that's all the really matters in the end, isn't it?
now where the hell is my doogie howser?
i was checking my sitemeter statisitcs, and i was checking the referral pages and i saw one from google. so i click it. and i guess if you look up "summer's coming and i'd like a review" i'm the first hit. it's lyrics from the trey anastasio song "alive again". he's the lead singer of phish and he just come out with a solo album, and that's one of my favorite songs on it. so i had the lyrics in one of the earlier posts (yes, i'm that kind that puts up song lyrics in my blogger. hey, it's poetry that expresses what i'm feeling at the time). just random as hell. random.
7.01.2002
watching the last starfighter, having soup made by beka, and drinking a lot of water will cure what ails you. i guarantee it. at least it did for me.
so after i was feeling better, stef came over and felt me. we went to see mr. deeds cuz she had free movie passes. this movie is hilarious. don't go into it thinking you're going to see a happy gilmore or a billy madison, cuz you be highly disappointed. but if you go into it thinking that you are going to see a really funny movie that has john turturro doing one of the best performances of the year or cats tossed out a window (they survive) then you get your ass to the theatre and see this movie.
the new favorite song is "hard to explain" by the strokes. so good. best lyrics from the song:
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right it's true"
in fact, i'm listening to it as i write this.
what i'm not feeling right now, is the oppressive heat and humidity. the only reason i'm willing to tolerate God's decision to have summer is the BBQs and the beach trips. take those out of the equation and there is no reason to the season of summer. give me winter. make it long, cold, and snowy. that's what i want. a blustery day, where you just curl up on the couch with a book or movie and a cup of hot cocoa with marshmellows. and a nice girl, that would be nice, but i'll take what i can get (the book and cocoa, i'm not talking about girls there, see, the pronoun "what" was referring to...ah, nevermind)
so we have a large supply of bacon and breakfast sausage in the fridge now for the taking. i'm happy about that. i like breakfast meats. they are tasty. especially bacon. it's up there with oreos. nothing is as high as oreos, but it's up there. (the it referring to the bacon, an...)
ok, friday night we had a BBQ at TKE. i had a lot of coke and vanilla vodka (a mighty tasty combo, i might add) and then i proceeded to eat a large amount of vodka soaked watermelon, and then drink the stuff the watermelon was soaking in. i might also add that i don't remember eating a lot of the watermelon and i definately don't remember drinking the vodka juice. and i don't remember talking to artie, erin, leaving a message on stef's phone, or talking to shea. now, this doesn't bother me from an "oh God, i drank too much, i'm out of control" standpoint. it concerns me from a "do i really exist on autopilot?" standpoint. cuz, obviously, i'm physically there. and i have cognizant abilities cuz i'm still interacting with people and performing the normal reger drunk functions of being loud and talking to everyone. (which i did very well from what people tell me). but what about the reality that i have defined for myself that consists of the memories and sensations of the experiences i go through. i don't sense much when i'm on autopilot, and i--by defintion of autopilot--don't remember any of it. so i wonder where does my consciousness go? what happens to the part of my mind that does the thinking and rationalizations and justifications for my actions? in freudian terms, does my id take complete control and push my ego down to where the id usually resides? does my soul disappear for a couple hours? what the hell happens? why am i so obsessed with this topic? what are my chances of getting a government grant to support further research? these are questions that demand answers.
but they can wait til morning.
peace out
so after i was feeling better, stef came over and felt me. we went to see mr. deeds cuz she had free movie passes. this movie is hilarious. don't go into it thinking you're going to see a happy gilmore or a billy madison, cuz you be highly disappointed. but if you go into it thinking that you are going to see a really funny movie that has john turturro doing one of the best performances of the year or cats tossed out a window (they survive) then you get your ass to the theatre and see this movie.
the new favorite song is "hard to explain" by the strokes. so good. best lyrics from the song:
I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right it's true"
in fact, i'm listening to it as i write this.
what i'm not feeling right now, is the oppressive heat and humidity. the only reason i'm willing to tolerate God's decision to have summer is the BBQs and the beach trips. take those out of the equation and there is no reason to the season of summer. give me winter. make it long, cold, and snowy. that's what i want. a blustery day, where you just curl up on the couch with a book or movie and a cup of hot cocoa with marshmellows. and a nice girl, that would be nice, but i'll take what i can get (the book and cocoa, i'm not talking about girls there, see, the pronoun "what" was referring to...ah, nevermind)
so we have a large supply of bacon and breakfast sausage in the fridge now for the taking. i'm happy about that. i like breakfast meats. they are tasty. especially bacon. it's up there with oreos. nothing is as high as oreos, but it's up there. (the it referring to the bacon, an...)
ok, friday night we had a BBQ at TKE. i had a lot of coke and vanilla vodka (a mighty tasty combo, i might add) and then i proceeded to eat a large amount of vodka soaked watermelon, and then drink the stuff the watermelon was soaking in. i might also add that i don't remember eating a lot of the watermelon and i definately don't remember drinking the vodka juice. and i don't remember talking to artie, erin, leaving a message on stef's phone, or talking to shea. now, this doesn't bother me from an "oh God, i drank too much, i'm out of control" standpoint. it concerns me from a "do i really exist on autopilot?" standpoint. cuz, obviously, i'm physically there. and i have cognizant abilities cuz i'm still interacting with people and performing the normal reger drunk functions of being loud and talking to everyone. (which i did very well from what people tell me). but what about the reality that i have defined for myself that consists of the memories and sensations of the experiences i go through. i don't sense much when i'm on autopilot, and i--by defintion of autopilot--don't remember any of it. so i wonder where does my consciousness go? what happens to the part of my mind that does the thinking and rationalizations and justifications for my actions? in freudian terms, does my id take complete control and push my ego down to where the id usually resides? does my soul disappear for a couple hours? what the hell happens? why am i so obsessed with this topic? what are my chances of getting a government grant to support further research? these are questions that demand answers.
but they can wait til morning.
peace out
couple things to update on before i tackle my topics:
i have been complimented on my wit. it's about time people recognize ;)
in response to becky's revealment of a new type of oreo treat, i say thanks for letting me know about it. i will at least try it. but when it comes to oreos, i'm a purist. i tried the whitefudge covered ones, but i didn't like them that much. the magic dunkers that change milk colors, no for digestive reasons--just trust me on this one. the new ones with fudge filling, no for that being too much chocolate in my oreo. the cereal, chris, that stuff didn't even taste like oreos. i am willing to put up with the easter and christmas colored ones and doublestuff was a gift from the gods. so i'll give these new ones a try, but i doubt i'll give them the chris reger seal of approval. also, i find it very hard to justify eating oreos without a glass of milk handy. as in my hand, handy. also, i'm am not in the school of twisting off and scraping the filling. i am of the dunk-my-oreos-and-eat-the-whole-cookie-in-one-bite school of consumption.
it is impossible to spend time with stef wojcik and not use the phrase "feel me" at least once every 30 seconds. not that i'm complaining, i love the phrase, and you can use it in so many ways. "i'm feeling you" "we're feeling [insert noun here]" "you're feeling me" "you'r feeling [insert noun]" very versatile. i'm a big fan. i'm feeling it.
i have been complimented on my wit. it's about time people recognize ;)
in response to becky's revealment of a new type of oreo treat, i say thanks for letting me know about it. i will at least try it. but when it comes to oreos, i'm a purist. i tried the whitefudge covered ones, but i didn't like them that much. the magic dunkers that change milk colors, no for digestive reasons--just trust me on this one. the new ones with fudge filling, no for that being too much chocolate in my oreo. the cereal, chris, that stuff didn't even taste like oreos. i am willing to put up with the easter and christmas colored ones and doublestuff was a gift from the gods. so i'll give these new ones a try, but i doubt i'll give them the chris reger seal of approval. also, i find it very hard to justify eating oreos without a glass of milk handy. as in my hand, handy. also, i'm am not in the school of twisting off and scraping the filling. i am of the dunk-my-oreos-and-eat-the-whole-cookie-in-one-bite school of consumption.
it is impossible to spend time with stef wojcik and not use the phrase "feel me" at least once every 30 seconds. not that i'm complaining, i love the phrase, and you can use it in so many ways. "i'm feeling you" "we're feeling [insert noun here]" "you're feeling me" "you'r feeling [insert noun]" very versatile. i'm a big fan. i'm feeling it.
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