the secret to relationships
in response to abad's post that has garnered many repsonses, i offer up my theory on how guys and girls can get along. in a nutshell:
guys are stupid
girls are crazy
to expand a bit further. guys and girls both have their respective qualities ranked on linear 1-10 scale. now in order for a guy and girl to get along, they have to be plus or minus 2 of each other on their respective scales. example: a guy of stupidity 6 can safely get along with a girl 4-8, but has the best chance with another 6. outside the 4-8 range, he has no chance. 4 and 8 are slim but workable. see? not that complicated.
so if you want to know where you fit on the scale, come ask me. i'll be publishing a book and/or quiz on how to rate yourself, but til then, i'll be your definative source.
two notes about the scales:
1) i'm a 5 on the stupidity scale
2) i've never met a girl below a 4
8.28.2002
an ode to wendy's
wendy's. founded by dave thomas in 1969, this franchise has expanded to more than 6,000 locations worldwide. but being more than the greatest fast food restaurant on the planet and more than offering the greatest sandwich available in the junior bacon cheeseburger, wendy's represents all that is good and wholesome in this great nation. take a look at the junior bacon cheeseburger. each ingredient symbolizing something unique and powerful about our country. each metaphor mixing together to create a taste that has you yearning for more and has you smiling just because you can eat one
the crisp green of the lettuce is the symbol of the american abundance. we live in the richest nation in the world and we are damned privleged to know and savor the wealth that our country has.
the mellow red of the tomato represents the blood of countless veterns and civilians that have died abroad and at home to ensure the american way of life--freedom and justice for all--prevails for all.
the yellow of the american cheese slice is like the warmth of the sun shining on us when we are graced with the company of friends and family around the booths and tables of our local wendy's franchise.
the bacon, oh the bacon, is wendy's way of saying, "america, we know what your favorite breakfast meat is, and--by God--we're going to let you have it any time you please!"
the pure white of the mayo lets us know that we can never forget the ideals--the pure ideals--our country was founded upon all those years ago.
the 2 oz, 100% all beef patty shows us that we need to keep putting muscle into this great american experiment of democracy if we are going to create a balanced and harmonious society.
the two halves of the enriched, bleached flour bun are like the hands of dave thomas himself cradling us and holding us together through the dark times, til we emerge triumphant from the valley of the shadow of death and ye we shall fear no evil, for the jbc art with us.
oh, but it's not just the junior bacon cheeseburger that makes wendy's so damn good. it's more than that. it's everything about the restaurant. it's the whole 99 cent super valu menu. it's the frosty. (is there a better fast food dessert? i say nay with a force to shake the foundations of the heavens!). it's the nutrious salads and chicken sandwiches that are there helping america be trim and healthy. it's the fact that they know we are busy people protecting our way of life and making the world a better place that they stay open late! even to 3am at the park ave wendy's! wendy's represents all that is good and pure in the world. dave thomas did more than just loved a good sandwich, he loved humanity. "and that the mighty play go on, and you may contribute a verse." (?) wendy's was dave thomas' verse. and what a verse it is!
wendy's. founded by dave thomas in 1969, this franchise has expanded to more than 6,000 locations worldwide. but being more than the greatest fast food restaurant on the planet and more than offering the greatest sandwich available in the junior bacon cheeseburger, wendy's represents all that is good and wholesome in this great nation. take a look at the junior bacon cheeseburger. each ingredient symbolizing something unique and powerful about our country. each metaphor mixing together to create a taste that has you yearning for more and has you smiling just because you can eat one
the crisp green of the lettuce is the symbol of the american abundance. we live in the richest nation in the world and we are damned privleged to know and savor the wealth that our country has.
the mellow red of the tomato represents the blood of countless veterns and civilians that have died abroad and at home to ensure the american way of life--freedom and justice for all--prevails for all.
the yellow of the american cheese slice is like the warmth of the sun shining on us when we are graced with the company of friends and family around the booths and tables of our local wendy's franchise.
the bacon, oh the bacon, is wendy's way of saying, "america, we know what your favorite breakfast meat is, and--by God--we're going to let you have it any time you please!"
the pure white of the mayo lets us know that we can never forget the ideals--the pure ideals--our country was founded upon all those years ago.
the 2 oz, 100% all beef patty shows us that we need to keep putting muscle into this great american experiment of democracy if we are going to create a balanced and harmonious society.
the two halves of the enriched, bleached flour bun are like the hands of dave thomas himself cradling us and holding us together through the dark times, til we emerge triumphant from the valley of the shadow of death and ye we shall fear no evil, for the jbc art with us.
oh, but it's not just the junior bacon cheeseburger that makes wendy's so damn good. it's more than that. it's everything about the restaurant. it's the whole 99 cent super valu menu. it's the frosty. (is there a better fast food dessert? i say nay with a force to shake the foundations of the heavens!). it's the nutrious salads and chicken sandwiches that are there helping america be trim and healthy. it's the fact that they know we are busy people protecting our way of life and making the world a better place that they stay open late! even to 3am at the park ave wendy's! wendy's represents all that is good and pure in the world. dave thomas did more than just loved a good sandwich, he loved humanity. "and that the mighty play go on, and you may contribute a verse." (?) wendy's was dave thomas' verse. and what a verse it is!
8.27.2002
all classes went to today? check
i managed to go to 3 classes today for the first time since somewhere during A term of last year. oh yeah, i rule. being back in school already has me realizing why i quit for a semester i learned things today or made connections today that i found intriguing at face value, but i just don't really care if i learn them or not. school generates no passion. i thought a semester off would get me back in the groove, but i don't think so. if things don't get much better in the next few days, this whole school thing might be fired once again. for good.
in good news, something happened to me that has made me quite happy and i think will work out as nothing but the best for all parties involved. ;) what is it you ask? well, ask in person. i like being cryptic, though i bet a few people know what i'm talking about. hehe
in social news, the James Bond 007 Party is taking place on September 7th, 2002 at 63 Wachusett St--more commonly known as TKE. i will be jack wade mainly because he gets to wear hawaiian shirts and be loud. i can do that.
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
-William Blake, Jerusalem, 1820
i managed to go to 3 classes today for the first time since somewhere during A term of last year. oh yeah, i rule. being back in school already has me realizing why i quit for a semester i learned things today or made connections today that i found intriguing at face value, but i just don't really care if i learn them or not. school generates no passion. i thought a semester off would get me back in the groove, but i don't think so. if things don't get much better in the next few days, this whole school thing might be fired once again. for good.
in good news, something happened to me that has made me quite happy and i think will work out as nothing but the best for all parties involved. ;) what is it you ask? well, ask in person. i like being cryptic, though i bet a few people know what i'm talking about. hehe
in social news, the James Bond 007 Party is taking place on September 7th, 2002 at 63 Wachusett St--more commonly known as TKE. i will be jack wade mainly because he gets to wear hawaiian shirts and be loud. i can do that.
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
-William Blake, Jerusalem, 1820
8.24.2002
another school year, another $35,000 down the drain
so i've managed to go to one class so far. i'm not even signed up for a third yet. i might do that sometime this weekend. who knows? who cares?
oh man. party in the quad tonight.
i'm so out of it right now that i don't really have the capacity to write stuff. i have a million things to say, but my brain is on strike. (which it does quite often)
so i've managed to go to one class so far. i'm not even signed up for a third yet. i might do that sometime this weekend. who knows? who cares?
oh man. party in the quad tonight.
i'm so out of it right now that i don't really have the capacity to write stuff. i have a million things to say, but my brain is on strike. (which it does quite often)
8.21.2002
8.20.2002
TKE03 rules!
so there was an ice cream social last night at WPI for the freshmen. i, of course, went up to cause trouble. i ran around screaming and acting like a retard. for no other reason than i could. i love the liberating feeling of going into a huge crowd and just doing what ever feels like a bad idea in most social situations. i meet a lot of interesting people that way. like freshmen that are cool shit.
so after the ice cream died down (oh, btw, i got myself one of those beanies they were giving out. i'm cool shit now.), some of us headed over to an apartment party. which was lame!. so we bounced and started looking for other places to go. well, what about TKE? so we go down and start pounding beers, singing drinking songs, being your stereotypical frat boys. it was incredible. i love my boys. then we went around and kegged everyone in the house and then other people start showing up, cuz everyone knows that Tau Kappa is where it's at. there was some miscommunication and someone thought that some AGDs had stolen our waffle iron (i'm not pointing fingers, but if they were pointed, they would probably be at me...but i'm not saying it was me). so some of the bros (did i mention i love these guys?) stole a couch from AGD and brought it to TKE and put it up on the roof and we continued to get trashed. then it's 2:30am and the cops show up cuz i guess it's illegal to have a couch on a roof and a bunch of drunks on it. friggin laws. so me and carla retire to the quad and watched the secret of nimh. quality film
so a) it rained last night. b) i didn't roll up my windows in my car last night. a+b=c where c is reger got a wet ass on the commute into work today.
so there was an ice cream social last night at WPI for the freshmen. i, of course, went up to cause trouble. i ran around screaming and acting like a retard. for no other reason than i could. i love the liberating feeling of going into a huge crowd and just doing what ever feels like a bad idea in most social situations. i meet a lot of interesting people that way. like freshmen that are cool shit.
so after the ice cream died down (oh, btw, i got myself one of those beanies they were giving out. i'm cool shit now.), some of us headed over to an apartment party. which was lame!. so we bounced and started looking for other places to go. well, what about TKE? so we go down and start pounding beers, singing drinking songs, being your stereotypical frat boys. it was incredible. i love my boys. then we went around and kegged everyone in the house and then other people start showing up, cuz everyone knows that Tau Kappa is where it's at. there was some miscommunication and someone thought that some AGDs had stolen our waffle iron (i'm not pointing fingers, but if they were pointed, they would probably be at me...but i'm not saying it was me). so some of the bros (did i mention i love these guys?) stole a couch from AGD and brought it to TKE and put it up on the roof and we continued to get trashed. then it's 2:30am and the cops show up cuz i guess it's illegal to have a couch on a roof and a bunch of drunks on it. friggin laws. so me and carla retire to the quad and watched the secret of nimh. quality film
so a) it rained last night. b) i didn't roll up my windows in my car last night. a+b=c where c is reger got a wet ass on the commute into work today.
8.19.2002
worst service ever
i just had my first negative wendy's experience. the food was still fantastic. it would take much to have the junior bacon cheeseburger taste like anything less than what it really is: the greatest fast food burger of all time. i'm talking service. i'm talking about the worker that was just gabbing on her cellphone behind the counter. i'm talking about the mongoloid that they had running the register. the lady that kept giving the drivethrough worker the wrong food items. if i was into ineptitude, i would have been in awe. but i'm not into that, so my simple order took close to 5 minutes to execute. this was my favorite part of the wait:
mongoloid at register: i forgot to charge him for the other triple classic
manager: then charge him for it and get it made
mongoloid: i'm sorry, i didn't charge you for that other number 5
(a minute passes) manager: so you going to fix his order?
mongoloid: i didn't charge him for that second number 5
manager: well, he ordered it. get it for him.
mongoloid: sir, i didn't charge you for that other number 5. do you still want it?
customer: well, i wanted 5 minutes ago when i ordered it.
mongoloid: sir, i'm going to have to charge you for it if you want it.
customer: that's good, cuz i'm going to pay for it if i order it.
it was fucking classic. i don't think i've ever witnessed a conversation that scored higher on the unintentional humor scale.
unrelated topic, isaac began talking about time and how our perception of it's passing is good enough to show that it is not constant. this is flawed. the varying "speeds" (i use the term loosely) we percieve time as passing is a necessary but not a sufficient premise for time to be non-constant. example: temperature. i find that anything over 80 degrees farinhiet (sp?) is equivalent to the inner circles of hell, while others find it to be quite enjoyable (i'm convinced these people have chronic hypothermia and can't keep their core temps up). our perceptions of how hot we think it is has nothing to do with the fact that the temperature is still 80 degrees. the same goes for time. just because we feel it passing at a different "rate;" that is no indication that it actually is. if you want to argue if time is linear or non-linear, now that's a game i'd be into
here's the thought for the monday:
in a traffic jam, it's always your lane that goes the slowest. to simplify the model, we'll call each lane it's own frame of reference. this means that if i am in the left lane, it is moving slower than the center or right lane. now assuming the universality of the hypothesis, we are forced to the conclusion that every lane is moving slower than the other 2 lanes (in their frames of reference) i don't have my modern physics text with me at work, so i'm stuck trying to recall formulas and remembering if this is possible under current physic models. cuz i can see other lanes moving faster, or even my lane, in traffic jams. does this mean my frame of reference is moving at ridiculous speeds compared to the others (on the magnitude of .5c or higher)? or am i seperated by great distances between the lanes? or is this murphy law complete and utter bullshit? i want answers dammit. i need to know the physical validity of this statement. if it doesn't happen all the time, i need to know that it is at least physically conceivable...
and does it bother anyone else that nelly has the two top singles in the country right now?
i just had my first negative wendy's experience. the food was still fantastic. it would take much to have the junior bacon cheeseburger taste like anything less than what it really is: the greatest fast food burger of all time. i'm talking service. i'm talking about the worker that was just gabbing on her cellphone behind the counter. i'm talking about the mongoloid that they had running the register. the lady that kept giving the drivethrough worker the wrong food items. if i was into ineptitude, i would have been in awe. but i'm not into that, so my simple order took close to 5 minutes to execute. this was my favorite part of the wait:
mongoloid at register: i forgot to charge him for the other triple classic
manager: then charge him for it and get it made
mongoloid: i'm sorry, i didn't charge you for that other number 5
(a minute passes) manager: so you going to fix his order?
mongoloid: i didn't charge him for that second number 5
manager: well, he ordered it. get it for him.
mongoloid: sir, i didn't charge you for that other number 5. do you still want it?
customer: well, i wanted 5 minutes ago when i ordered it.
mongoloid: sir, i'm going to have to charge you for it if you want it.
customer: that's good, cuz i'm going to pay for it if i order it.
it was fucking classic. i don't think i've ever witnessed a conversation that scored higher on the unintentional humor scale.
unrelated topic, isaac began talking about time and how our perception of it's passing is good enough to show that it is not constant. this is flawed. the varying "speeds" (i use the term loosely) we percieve time as passing is a necessary but not a sufficient premise for time to be non-constant. example: temperature. i find that anything over 80 degrees farinhiet (sp?) is equivalent to the inner circles of hell, while others find it to be quite enjoyable (i'm convinced these people have chronic hypothermia and can't keep their core temps up). our perceptions of how hot we think it is has nothing to do with the fact that the temperature is still 80 degrees. the same goes for time. just because we feel it passing at a different "rate;" that is no indication that it actually is. if you want to argue if time is linear or non-linear, now that's a game i'd be into
here's the thought for the monday:
in a traffic jam, it's always your lane that goes the slowest. to simplify the model, we'll call each lane it's own frame of reference. this means that if i am in the left lane, it is moving slower than the center or right lane. now assuming the universality of the hypothesis, we are forced to the conclusion that every lane is moving slower than the other 2 lanes (in their frames of reference) i don't have my modern physics text with me at work, so i'm stuck trying to recall formulas and remembering if this is possible under current physic models. cuz i can see other lanes moving faster, or even my lane, in traffic jams. does this mean my frame of reference is moving at ridiculous speeds compared to the others (on the magnitude of .5c or higher)? or am i seperated by great distances between the lanes? or is this murphy law complete and utter bullshit? i want answers dammit. i need to know the physical validity of this statement. if it doesn't happen all the time, i need to know that it is at least physically conceivable...
and does it bother anyone else that nelly has the two top singles in the country right now?
for a cliched-genre movie....
blue crush is actually a pretty good movie. it's about 3 surfer chicks in hawaii. Sanoe Lake plays a supporting character of lena. she is so hot. both me and jeremy agree that she was the hottest surfer girl.
spent most of yesterday throwing garbage off the quad porch. including, but not limited to, couches, fridges, entertainment centers, computers, speakers and printers. then people went office space on it and smashed it all to little bits. the cinder blocks smashing down on the mini-fridges was pretty kick ass. so was throwing the peanut butter jars everywhere. we'll see how long it takes to clean up.
school starts in 3 days. i still need a loan for this year. and to sign up for classes.
I was at the beach, sittin on the sand, when i saw this girl, dark brown eyes and a dark olive tan. She was watchin the set with a surfboard underneath her arm. The first moment i saw her i knew she'd do me some harm. She's so good. She came out of the water, from the best session i'd seen. man, she had the biggest chi chi's I had ever seen. She put down her board and sat down next to me and played a soft o lonely tune on her you-ka-lay-le! I don't know what had happened. But I'd fallen asleep. The next mornin' i woke up she was sleepin next to me. I fell in love with her. I'm so in love with her. I fell in love with her my little surfer girl. She got out of bed, waxed up both our boards, grabbed me by the hand and then she took me out the door. we smurfed all that day long, at least eight hours straight. Man I knew she was the one, and damn I couldn't wait. I asked if she loved me. She said "Yah well i guess" So I asked her to marry me. And damnit you know she said yes. I was at the alter, in my tuxedo. Waitin for my surfer girl, man where did she go? Later on that day, a friend of me did tell. That she went to Mexico to catch a ten foot swell ah that bitch.
--homegrown "surfer girl"
blue crush is actually a pretty good movie. it's about 3 surfer chicks in hawaii. Sanoe Lake plays a supporting character of lena. she is so hot. both me and jeremy agree that she was the hottest surfer girl.
spent most of yesterday throwing garbage off the quad porch. including, but not limited to, couches, fridges, entertainment centers, computers, speakers and printers. then people went office space on it and smashed it all to little bits. the cinder blocks smashing down on the mini-fridges was pretty kick ass. so was throwing the peanut butter jars everywhere. we'll see how long it takes to clean up.
school starts in 3 days. i still need a loan for this year. and to sign up for classes.
I was at the beach, sittin on the sand, when i saw this girl, dark brown eyes and a dark olive tan. She was watchin the set with a surfboard underneath her arm. The first moment i saw her i knew she'd do me some harm. She's so good. She came out of the water, from the best session i'd seen. man, she had the biggest chi chi's I had ever seen. She put down her board and sat down next to me and played a soft o lonely tune on her you-ka-lay-le! I don't know what had happened. But I'd fallen asleep. The next mornin' i woke up she was sleepin next to me. I fell in love with her. I'm so in love with her. I fell in love with her my little surfer girl. She got out of bed, waxed up both our boards, grabbed me by the hand and then she took me out the door. we smurfed all that day long, at least eight hours straight. Man I knew she was the one, and damn I couldn't wait. I asked if she loved me. She said "Yah well i guess" So I asked her to marry me. And damnit you know she said yes. I was at the alter, in my tuxedo. Waitin for my surfer girl, man where did she go? Later on that day, a friend of me did tell. That she went to Mexico to catch a ten foot swell ah that bitch.
--homegrown "surfer girl"
8.17.2002
interesting to say the least
good times had by all last night. TKE did it up in our usual fashion. went to bed at 4am. got up at the God awful hour of 7:30am. does that define masochism?
went to TKE rush summit at merrimac college. the free coffee and bagels alleviated the hangover and allowed me to actually focus on the words being spoken by people and be able to comprehend said words.
reger demands rest
good times had by all last night. TKE did it up in our usual fashion. went to bed at 4am. got up at the God awful hour of 7:30am. does that define masochism?
went to TKE rush summit at merrimac college. the free coffee and bagels alleviated the hangover and allowed me to actually focus on the words being spoken by people and be able to comprehend said words.
reger demands rest
8.16.2002
good God, it's friday
moving all week, being stuck at boring work, finally getting over being sick, and it being hotter than the infernos of hell out there have made me very short on the creativity....or it could be i haven't done enough drugs lately.
there is a fine line between excessive sarcasm and permanent bitterness
top 5 favorite phrases:
5. morally ambigious
4. eternal consequences
3. shut up
2. take it easy (used as a farewell)
1. see? i told you i was right. but does anyone ever listen to me? noooo. but they should.
and what's up with the baseball players setting a strike date of august 30? the average salary for a ball player is $2.38 million. million. million. $2.38 million. league minimum is a healthy $200,000. these guys are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to play a game! paid to play games! christ, i'll go out there for 200,000 and sit on the bench all season if all they give me is one pinch hit to bunt. paid to play a game. and the major concern? a luxury tax (a watered down salary cap) that will keep players' salaries from rising higher and higher every season. oh, i'm sorry that $2.38 million isn't enough for you to live your lifestyle. i mean, God forbid that you had a real job and were only pulling down $60 thou a year. abject poverty that's what that is! i love baseball. i used to play it as a kid. i love the duel between pitcher and hitter. the way a double play is turned. how the fans believe screaming just might have the ability to cause that foul ball to land on the other side of the pole and be fair. i love it. i love playoffs. i love the fall classic. sport is the pure competition and i love it. but it makes me sick to see people fighting over money when they are already paid more than any real job--teacher, policeman, fireman, doctor, construction worker, garbage man, short-order cook (i need my corned beef hash). they play a game for a living. they do something a lot of us spend our childhood dreaming of. and all they are doing now is shattering that dream. i love baseball, but i don't know for how much longer...
i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.
--hoobastank, "running away"
moving all week, being stuck at boring work, finally getting over being sick, and it being hotter than the infernos of hell out there have made me very short on the creativity....or it could be i haven't done enough drugs lately.
there is a fine line between excessive sarcasm and permanent bitterness
top 5 favorite phrases:
5. morally ambigious
4. eternal consequences
3. shut up
2. take it easy (used as a farewell)
1. see? i told you i was right. but does anyone ever listen to me? noooo. but they should.
and what's up with the baseball players setting a strike date of august 30? the average salary for a ball player is $2.38 million. million. million. $2.38 million. league minimum is a healthy $200,000. these guys are getting paid ridiculous amounts of money to play a game! paid to play games! christ, i'll go out there for 200,000 and sit on the bench all season if all they give me is one pinch hit to bunt. paid to play a game. and the major concern? a luxury tax (a watered down salary cap) that will keep players' salaries from rising higher and higher every season. oh, i'm sorry that $2.38 million isn't enough for you to live your lifestyle. i mean, God forbid that you had a real job and were only pulling down $60 thou a year. abject poverty that's what that is! i love baseball. i used to play it as a kid. i love the duel between pitcher and hitter. the way a double play is turned. how the fans believe screaming just might have the ability to cause that foul ball to land on the other side of the pole and be fair. i love it. i love playoffs. i love the fall classic. sport is the pure competition and i love it. but it makes me sick to see people fighting over money when they are already paid more than any real job--teacher, policeman, fireman, doctor, construction worker, garbage man, short-order cook (i need my corned beef hash). they play a game for a living. they do something a lot of us spend our childhood dreaming of. and all they are doing now is shattering that dream. i love baseball, but i don't know for how much longer...
i don't want you to give it all up and leave your own life collecting dust. and i don't want you to feel sorry for me. you never gave us a chance to be. and i don't need you to be by my side to tell me that everything's alright. i just wanted you to tell me the truth. you know i'd do that for you.
--hoobastank, "running away"
i heard this somewhere before...
beer is the mind killer
beer is the little death that brings total obliteration
i will face my beer
i will permit it to pass over me and through me
and when it has gone past i will turn my inner eye to see its path
when the beer has gone there will be nothing
only i will remain
beer is the mind killer
beer is the little death that brings total obliteration
i will face my beer
i will permit it to pass over me and through me
and when it has gone past i will turn my inner eye to see its path
when the beer has gone there will be nothing
only i will remain
8.15.2002
8.14.2002
?how disturbing is this
.if you look up underage kids fucking on google, i'm the number 5 hit ?how the hell did that happen .a letter needs to be written to someone about this .i just don't know who
.in un-related news, becky, try using a browser other than IE 5 .i know the java script i use causes some problems in that shit browser .so, anyone, if your scroll bar is doing crazy shit, update your browser .that is all
.if you look up underage kids fucking on google, i'm the number 5 hit ?how the hell did that happen .a letter needs to be written to someone about this .i just don't know who
.in un-related news, becky, try using a browser other than IE 5 .i know the java script i use causes some problems in that shit browser .so, anyone, if your scroll bar is doing crazy shit, update your browser .that is all
summer's coming and i'd like a review
well, technically summer is over and i'm going to review it. so here are the bullet points of the summer. i can expound on them further but only in person. "whatever happened to facetime?"
+ new best friends can be made in a relatively short time
+ old best friends are still always there for you
+ i did more damage to my body this summer than i have in the previous 20 summers combined
+ TKE is the greatest place on earth
+ i still hate hot weather
+ life is a grand adventure
+ i am even happier than i was freshmen year
+ this year will be--by far--the best year of college
in other news, roughly 15 TKEs from--our neighbor to the north--Canada will be staying at 63 Wachusett on Friday night. this means, of course, that there will be mass debauchary at the house in order for the Canucks to see the American way of Life and bring it back to their half-commie country and cause their pathetic dual French/English culture to vanish. or we'll get drunk cuz it's friday and a lot of people will be back in town. you say tah-mah-to, i say toe-may-toe
sooner or later your legs give way and hit the ground
save it for later don't run away and let me down
sooner or later ya hit the deck, you'll get found out
save it for later don't run away run away and let me down
--Harvey Danger
well, technically summer is over and i'm going to review it. so here are the bullet points of the summer. i can expound on them further but only in person. "whatever happened to facetime?"
+ new best friends can be made in a relatively short time
+ old best friends are still always there for you
+ i did more damage to my body this summer than i have in the previous 20 summers combined
+ TKE is the greatest place on earth
+ i still hate hot weather
+ life is a grand adventure
+ i am even happier than i was freshmen year
+ this year will be--by far--the best year of college
in other news, roughly 15 TKEs from--our neighbor to the north--Canada will be staying at 63 Wachusett on Friday night. this means, of course, that there will be mass debauchary at the house in order for the Canucks to see the American way of Life and bring it back to their half-commie country and cause their pathetic dual French/English culture to vanish. or we'll get drunk cuz it's friday and a lot of people will be back in town. you say tah-mah-to, i say toe-may-toe
sooner or later your legs give way and hit the ground
save it for later don't run away and let me down
sooner or later ya hit the deck, you'll get found out
save it for later don't run away run away and let me down
--Harvey Danger
8.13.2002
rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated
i am alive and not so well. being dealing with a strep type illness for a week now. both tests from the doc's office came back as negatives, so as long as it doesn't come back and i don't feel fatigued, i shouldn't have to worry about mono. and i don't really need to deal with that right now.
retreat was this last weekend. i got wrecked beyond belief. i'm retarded. that may be the reason why i'm still sick, but the jury is still out on that one.
i really don't have much else to say. i went over a week without posting. i read blogs last night for the first time in 6 days. i felt disconnected and in some ways i liked it and in others i hated it. such is life. we gotta find balance.
i'll write more later
take care of yourselves...and each other.
i am alive and not so well. being dealing with a strep type illness for a week now. both tests from the doc's office came back as negatives, so as long as it doesn't come back and i don't feel fatigued, i shouldn't have to worry about mono. and i don't really need to deal with that right now.
retreat was this last weekend. i got wrecked beyond belief. i'm retarded. that may be the reason why i'm still sick, but the jury is still out on that one.
i really don't have much else to say. i went over a week without posting. i read blogs last night for the first time in 6 days. i felt disconnected and in some ways i liked it and in others i hated it. such is life. we gotta find balance.
i'll write more later
take care of yourselves...and each other.
8.05.2002
monday, monday
well, another weekend come and gone. only 2 left of the summer and they are already spoken for. it really has been the greatest summer ever, and plenty of other people are echoing that sentiment around my little universe, so it's all good.
this weekend brought me, shakes, nate, and steve down to hershey, PA to visit one cal reese and enjoy another roadtrip. we got there at 4am after having one of those powerful life affirming conversations that will help each of us battle through this mire we call life. we got up the next morning to breakfast provided by the mom unit. quality. then free passes to Hershey Park. it was pretty cool. cal used us to spy on the carnies and try to bust them for stealing money or giving stuff away for free. we got one kid to give us a bunch of stuff, and he ended up being escorted off the premises. boo to the yah. this other kid we almost had, but steve ended up actually winning the game, so it kind of messed up our sympathy plot to get free stuff. then we got loaded off a couple beers. being extremely dehyrdated and in 95 degree humid heat, we didn't have to have that many. we also spent the entire afternoon arguing the physics of rollercoasters and we came to the conlusions that negative gs are the important part of any coaster ride, and we proved--with math and physics yippee!!!--that the back of the train will experience the most neg gs and so you should sit back there. cal's mom told us that "everyone knows that. it's common sense" but we were all excited cuz we proved it. we even backed it up by riding this kickass rollercoaster a couple times and changing where we sat each time. quality. we went back to cal's and chilled. next day we woke up to find breakfast laid out by the mom unit again. God bless her. we then decided that hey, baltimore is only little over an hour away, and that's where fred tan lives. so we called him up and left him a message. we went into baltimore, so the sketchy part, found the wharf area, had dinner and rocked it. on our way out, we got a call from fred tan, but we needed to get back to worcester. the ride home was just cracked out. all of us were suffering from spending too much time together on very little sleep. it was quality. but cracked out. story much better in person.
got back to woo-town and was delighted to see my good friend from sandwich was here. chilled in the quad with lindsey, artie and regan and then went to bed at 4.
checked out the finaicial aid situation this morning and chilled in the quad some more and i was upset that all of the unemployed people were going to chill out all day and not really do anything. the dream life i have been trying to achieve for years. bastards. but tonight should be fun and tomorrow should be fun and wednesday i'm picking up bat-ted and bringing him to worcester, then it's retreat time.
no rambling, witty philosophical insight today only that friends are more important to me than everything else combined and i'm glad i have the ones i do.
peace, i'm out!
well, another weekend come and gone. only 2 left of the summer and they are already spoken for. it really has been the greatest summer ever, and plenty of other people are echoing that sentiment around my little universe, so it's all good.
this weekend brought me, shakes, nate, and steve down to hershey, PA to visit one cal reese and enjoy another roadtrip. we got there at 4am after having one of those powerful life affirming conversations that will help each of us battle through this mire we call life. we got up the next morning to breakfast provided by the mom unit. quality. then free passes to Hershey Park. it was pretty cool. cal used us to spy on the carnies and try to bust them for stealing money or giving stuff away for free. we got one kid to give us a bunch of stuff, and he ended up being escorted off the premises. boo to the yah. this other kid we almost had, but steve ended up actually winning the game, so it kind of messed up our sympathy plot to get free stuff. then we got loaded off a couple beers. being extremely dehyrdated and in 95 degree humid heat, we didn't have to have that many. we also spent the entire afternoon arguing the physics of rollercoasters and we came to the conlusions that negative gs are the important part of any coaster ride, and we proved--with math and physics yippee!!!--that the back of the train will experience the most neg gs and so you should sit back there. cal's mom told us that "everyone knows that. it's common sense" but we were all excited cuz we proved it. we even backed it up by riding this kickass rollercoaster a couple times and changing where we sat each time. quality. we went back to cal's and chilled. next day we woke up to find breakfast laid out by the mom unit again. God bless her. we then decided that hey, baltimore is only little over an hour away, and that's where fred tan lives. so we called him up and left him a message. we went into baltimore, so the sketchy part, found the wharf area, had dinner and rocked it. on our way out, we got a call from fred tan, but we needed to get back to worcester. the ride home was just cracked out. all of us were suffering from spending too much time together on very little sleep. it was quality. but cracked out. story much better in person.
got back to woo-town and was delighted to see my good friend from sandwich was here. chilled in the quad with lindsey, artie and regan and then went to bed at 4.
checked out the finaicial aid situation this morning and chilled in the quad some more and i was upset that all of the unemployed people were going to chill out all day and not really do anything. the dream life i have been trying to achieve for years. bastards. but tonight should be fun and tomorrow should be fun and wednesday i'm picking up bat-ted and bringing him to worcester, then it's retreat time.
no rambling, witty philosophical insight today only that friends are more important to me than everything else combined and i'm glad i have the ones i do.
peace, i'm out!
8.02.2002
this is what i do at work
read about the "demon duck of doom"
i'm giddy with quantum excitement (requires free login to nytimes.com)
political problems with GM food
another massive crater on the ocean floor
ok, ok, it's all been links today, but this is what i read on the net, and now you have a bit more of look into reger's web. fascinating, no?
read about the "demon duck of doom"
i'm giddy with quantum excitement (requires free login to nytimes.com)
political problems with GM food
another massive crater on the ocean floor
ok, ok, it's all been links today, but this is what i read on the net, and now you have a bit more of look into reger's web. fascinating, no?
8.01.2002
there is no spoon
this is my mind. this is my soul. this is my voice to the world.
i've achieved enlightenment. not the Buddha-like nirvana or how the big JC was enlightened. there was no Zen-like moment of self-discovery that there was no self. i haven't escaped the dualism of this reality or realized the higher plane of existence. i've become enlightened about this reality. i have come to the conclusion that well i may not be well-traveled, well-read or even well-bred, i am well-experienced. i have gone through much. to borrow from that chump dickens: i've seen the best of times. i've seen the worst of times. i've fallen in love, i've had someone love me back, i've had the love fall apart, i've had unrequited love. i've hated my parents. i have loved my parents. i have had no friends. i have had the best friends. i've gone down paths of self-destruction. i've tried to go down paths of self-creation. i've squandered unlimited potential. i've actualized more potential than i thought i had. i've broken down barriers. i've built up walls. i've crossed bridges, and i've burned a few down (some even before i crossed them). i've done things that are considered brilliant, i've done things that are monumentily stupid. i've been a great leader. i've been a terrible leader. i've followed willingly and i've followed grudgingly. i've been a good member of society. i've rebelled against society at every turn. i've upheld the law. i've been close to being in jail more times than i care to recall. i've given up things for my friends and family. i've recklessly betrayed my friends and family. i've gone from the valley of the shadow of death to summit of the mountain of life-affirming Grace. and i've been stupid enough to ignore my inner voice. and i've been smart enough to heed its advice. i've developed my character into something all should be proud of. i've let my attitude slip into almost never ending spirals of failure and disgust. i've traveled the circle of life and have come up with only one thing that anyone needs to understand:
life has no purpose
for some reason, be it a quirk of evolution or Divine Design (you get to pick which newsletter you subscribe to), humans have developed consciousness. and a symptom of that is we have decided there should be "more" to life than basic survival and propagation of the species. well, boys and girls, there isn't. all this hoopla and rigamarole that we've developed and dubbed "society" and "culture" isn't all it's cracked up to be. people discuss finding their niche. looking for their purpose. discovering their higher calling. there isn't one. look around. this is it. this is the bed we have made and now we have to sleep in it. the simplest way to decide if you're doing what you should be doing is to ask yourself one question: are you happy? i'm not talking new box of oreos and a gallon of milk happy. i'm not talking i just bought a new 48" plasma TV happy. i'm talking soul fulfilling, can't-hold-back-the-smile pure elation. if you can't answer yes then you are not doing what you should be doing. the next step is the hard one. fix it. school doesn't make you happy? quit. i did. you don't want to live at home? move out. your gf/bf make you miserable? kick 'em to the curb. don't like your weight? lose some. that mouse in your apartment pissing you off? get a cat. that kid you know annoying the fuck out of you? forget 'em. they aren't needed in your universe.
i've been searching for the meaning of life since i was 13 years old. i know exactly when it started. i read the Bible cover to cover and decided that there had to be more. well, there doesn't have to be more. there doesn't have to be anything. i forget the author but to paraphrase someone: perfection is not achieved when something can no longer be added, but when nothing more can be taken away. simplify, simplify. oh, thoreau knew what was up. this is it. take it as it comes. every second is filled with limitless possibilities. true happiness is waiting for you to discover it. and when you do, my God, the glory! i've been striving to understand the universe more and more throughout my teenage years. several times along that journey, i thought i had come close to grasping it. i almost had my hands around the secret. i was going to drink from the everlasting cup of wisdom. i was going to know it all. but i couldn't find it. i couldn't grasp it. my grip slipped. and it was lost. but then for the past few months, i've taken a very Taoist approach to the whole kit and kaboodle. i've relaxed. i've relented my search for understanding. i've let the warm, soft almost imperceivable glow of wisdom just wash over me instead of forcing it into a beam i could illuminate the world with. i've let the river run its course instead of trying to dam it up so i could save the future generations. why should i strive for fulfillment? i'm swimming in it. it's time to enjoy the ride. it's a one way trip. and we've all got first class tickets, even though it may look like coach.
i'll live my life loving my friends, having stupid crazy adventures, searching for the one girl that will put up with my shit and basking in the glory that comes from knowing that--no matter what, no matter the outcome, no matter what--it's all good.
i don't expect anyone to agree with this or, christ, even understand it. this is how i've come to have peace with my existence and the world around me. others may find different paths. just because we aren't on the same road doesn't mean we have different destinations or that any of us are lost. if my ramblings about existence and happiness help one person out, i've helped. and that's all i can really do.
this is my mind. this is my soul. this is my voice to the world.
i've achieved enlightenment. not the Buddha-like nirvana or how the big JC was enlightened. there was no Zen-like moment of self-discovery that there was no self. i haven't escaped the dualism of this reality or realized the higher plane of existence. i've become enlightened about this reality. i have come to the conclusion that well i may not be well-traveled, well-read or even well-bred, i am well-experienced. i have gone through much. to borrow from that chump dickens: i've seen the best of times. i've seen the worst of times. i've fallen in love, i've had someone love me back, i've had the love fall apart, i've had unrequited love. i've hated my parents. i have loved my parents. i have had no friends. i have had the best friends. i've gone down paths of self-destruction. i've tried to go down paths of self-creation. i've squandered unlimited potential. i've actualized more potential than i thought i had. i've broken down barriers. i've built up walls. i've crossed bridges, and i've burned a few down (some even before i crossed them). i've done things that are considered brilliant, i've done things that are monumentily stupid. i've been a great leader. i've been a terrible leader. i've followed willingly and i've followed grudgingly. i've been a good member of society. i've rebelled against society at every turn. i've upheld the law. i've been close to being in jail more times than i care to recall. i've given up things for my friends and family. i've recklessly betrayed my friends and family. i've gone from the valley of the shadow of death to summit of the mountain of life-affirming Grace. and i've been stupid enough to ignore my inner voice. and i've been smart enough to heed its advice. i've developed my character into something all should be proud of. i've let my attitude slip into almost never ending spirals of failure and disgust. i've traveled the circle of life and have come up with only one thing that anyone needs to understand:
life has no purpose
for some reason, be it a quirk of evolution or Divine Design (you get to pick which newsletter you subscribe to), humans have developed consciousness. and a symptom of that is we have decided there should be "more" to life than basic survival and propagation of the species. well, boys and girls, there isn't. all this hoopla and rigamarole that we've developed and dubbed "society" and "culture" isn't all it's cracked up to be. people discuss finding their niche. looking for their purpose. discovering their higher calling. there isn't one. look around. this is it. this is the bed we have made and now we have to sleep in it. the simplest way to decide if you're doing what you should be doing is to ask yourself one question: are you happy? i'm not talking new box of oreos and a gallon of milk happy. i'm not talking i just bought a new 48" plasma TV happy. i'm talking soul fulfilling, can't-hold-back-the-smile pure elation. if you can't answer yes then you are not doing what you should be doing. the next step is the hard one. fix it. school doesn't make you happy? quit. i did. you don't want to live at home? move out. your gf/bf make you miserable? kick 'em to the curb. don't like your weight? lose some. that mouse in your apartment pissing you off? get a cat. that kid you know annoying the fuck out of you? forget 'em. they aren't needed in your universe.
i've been searching for the meaning of life since i was 13 years old. i know exactly when it started. i read the Bible cover to cover and decided that there had to be more. well, there doesn't have to be more. there doesn't have to be anything. i forget the author but to paraphrase someone: perfection is not achieved when something can no longer be added, but when nothing more can be taken away. simplify, simplify. oh, thoreau knew what was up. this is it. take it as it comes. every second is filled with limitless possibilities. true happiness is waiting for you to discover it. and when you do, my God, the glory! i've been striving to understand the universe more and more throughout my teenage years. several times along that journey, i thought i had come close to grasping it. i almost had my hands around the secret. i was going to drink from the everlasting cup of wisdom. i was going to know it all. but i couldn't find it. i couldn't grasp it. my grip slipped. and it was lost. but then for the past few months, i've taken a very Taoist approach to the whole kit and kaboodle. i've relaxed. i've relented my search for understanding. i've let the warm, soft almost imperceivable glow of wisdom just wash over me instead of forcing it into a beam i could illuminate the world with. i've let the river run its course instead of trying to dam it up so i could save the future generations. why should i strive for fulfillment? i'm swimming in it. it's time to enjoy the ride. it's a one way trip. and we've all got first class tickets, even though it may look like coach.
i'll live my life loving my friends, having stupid crazy adventures, searching for the one girl that will put up with my shit and basking in the glory that comes from knowing that--no matter what, no matter the outcome, no matter what--it's all good.
i don't expect anyone to agree with this or, christ, even understand it. this is how i've come to have peace with my existence and the world around me. others may find different paths. just because we aren't on the same road doesn't mean we have different destinations or that any of us are lost. if my ramblings about existence and happiness help one person out, i've helped. and that's all i can really do.
liquid crunch berries
i have decided that red bull tastes like capt crunch's crunch berries. i was drinking one last night (without any vodka or jagermeister, thank you very much) and i was like, what is that wonderful taste that reminds me of my days free as a young child in the north woods of minnesota? then it hit me like shot of grain--crunch berries. i don't know what kind of reverse engineering or industrial sabotage they did to get the essence of crunch berries into red bull, but--by God--i will spend every day of my life thanking them for it.
my favorite word is facetious.
didn't go to bed til 3:30AM last night. this is a recurring theme. but last night was for quality purposes. i was in sandwich, ma--home of pizza by evans--hanging out with lindsey and jaimie and having a great night! i got slightly lost trying to pick jaimie up, but to thanks to the technology that is cell phones, i got hooked up and found her house. we got there safe and sound and got some eats. one of their cats was missing, but she came back before the end of the night, just like a good cat should. speaking of cats, i've been saying i'm getting another one all summer, but the goal is i get back from retreat on the 11, so sometime between then and august 21, there will be a new cat at TKE. he won't be able to be as cool as sisqo, but we'll see what we can do. anyway, we ended up watching the teen movie Get Over It!. which, i might add, is highly underrated. i love teen genre movies, and the fact that this one had kirsten dunst (who was not impressing lindsey and jaimie, but that's there loss, i'm the one that's going to marry her) made it better. sisqo also had some quality parts. he needs to be in more movies in my humble opinion. it also had one of my favorite songs in it. i couldn't think of the name til i checked out the soundtrack listing--"the shining" by badly drawn boy. so overall, the night got the reger seal of approval. i'll be going back to sandwich before long. it's good to get out of worcester and see people the people you really care about.
Faith pours from your walls drowning you calls
I've tried to hear you're not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way pure timing
Now I've fallen in deep slow silent sleep
It's killing me I'm dying
To put a little sunshine in your life
--"the shining" badly drawn boy
i have decided that red bull tastes like capt crunch's crunch berries. i was drinking one last night (without any vodka or jagermeister, thank you very much) and i was like, what is that wonderful taste that reminds me of my days free as a young child in the north woods of minnesota? then it hit me like shot of grain--crunch berries. i don't know what kind of reverse engineering or industrial sabotage they did to get the essence of crunch berries into red bull, but--by God--i will spend every day of my life thanking them for it.
my favorite word is facetious.
didn't go to bed til 3:30AM last night. this is a recurring theme. but last night was for quality purposes. i was in sandwich, ma--home of pizza by evans--hanging out with lindsey and jaimie and having a great night! i got slightly lost trying to pick jaimie up, but to thanks to the technology that is cell phones, i got hooked up and found her house. we got there safe and sound and got some eats. one of their cats was missing, but she came back before the end of the night, just like a good cat should. speaking of cats, i've been saying i'm getting another one all summer, but the goal is i get back from retreat on the 11, so sometime between then and august 21, there will be a new cat at TKE. he won't be able to be as cool as sisqo, but we'll see what we can do. anyway, we ended up watching the teen movie Get Over It!. which, i might add, is highly underrated. i love teen genre movies, and the fact that this one had kirsten dunst (who was not impressing lindsey and jaimie, but that's there loss, i'm the one that's going to marry her) made it better. sisqo also had some quality parts. he needs to be in more movies in my humble opinion. it also had one of my favorite songs in it. i couldn't think of the name til i checked out the soundtrack listing--"the shining" by badly drawn boy. so overall, the night got the reger seal of approval. i'll be going back to sandwich before long. it's good to get out of worcester and see people the people you really care about.
Faith pours from your walls drowning you calls
I've tried to hear you're not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way pure timing
Now I've fallen in deep slow silent sleep
It's killing me I'm dying
To put a little sunshine in your life
--"the shining" badly drawn boy
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