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everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.--leo tolstoy
9.30.2002
boo yah!
the vikings anger me greatly
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
9.27.2002
on cleaning and other things normal people do
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
another week lost to laziness and procrastination
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
9.25.2002
one month of bliss
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
9.23.2002
pop culture
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
9.19.2002
hmmm...shepard's pie....*drool*...
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
9.18.2002
oh boy
ok. the football season has had two weeks go by. i am a football fan. i'll watch any game. just to watch. i love it. things i've noticed since this season has started:
1. everyone sucks at preseason predicitions. rams and steelers 0-2? no one guessed that. pats 2-0 and looking like the best team in the league? supposed to be a "fluke" i live in patriots nation and no one here believed that and they like to remind you of that every single day. every single day.
2. the vikings piss me off more than is imaginable. lost two games cuz they can't play 4th quarter. i know minnesota is hockey country, but you think that football players would realize they have 4 periods of play and not 3. gary anderson is back, though. all time leading NFL scorer. best field goal kicker out there. he's the man, and he's back on the team. 14-2 will be a good enough record for me this year. (actually, i'm just hoping for a .500 season. *sigh*)
3. espn.com's page 2 "analysts" are my favorite articles to read during the season. no one can make better pop culture references and rant about the game of quiet desperation better than those guys do. and why doesn't bill simmons have his own TV show? this is a travesty of modern sports programming. at least get him on the fox pregame show. him sparring with terry bradshaw would make me smile.
speaking of football, TKE intramural is off to a fine start. a rough loss in round 1 to sig ep by one score made us hungry for wins. we responded by spanking lambda chi and crow. we are a force to be reckoned with. a nasty qb with two stellar recievers. a kicker that should be in the nfl, and an o-line that is better than the great wall of china. and a defense that likes to sack. God, i love football.
ugh, i just lost all concentration. i'll write more later. probably after a nap.
you make me stand taller (both literally and metaphorically)
ok. the football season has had two weeks go by. i am a football fan. i'll watch any game. just to watch. i love it. things i've noticed since this season has started:
1. everyone sucks at preseason predicitions. rams and steelers 0-2? no one guessed that. pats 2-0 and looking like the best team in the league? supposed to be a "fluke" i live in patriots nation and no one here believed that and they like to remind you of that every single day. every single day.
2. the vikings piss me off more than is imaginable. lost two games cuz they can't play 4th quarter. i know minnesota is hockey country, but you think that football players would realize they have 4 periods of play and not 3. gary anderson is back, though. all time leading NFL scorer. best field goal kicker out there. he's the man, and he's back on the team. 14-2 will be a good enough record for me this year. (actually, i'm just hoping for a .500 season. *sigh*)
3. espn.com's page 2 "analysts" are my favorite articles to read during the season. no one can make better pop culture references and rant about the game of quiet desperation better than those guys do. and why doesn't bill simmons have his own TV show? this is a travesty of modern sports programming. at least get him on the fox pregame show. him sparring with terry bradshaw would make me smile.
speaking of football, TKE intramural is off to a fine start. a rough loss in round 1 to sig ep by one score made us hungry for wins. we responded by spanking lambda chi and crow. we are a force to be reckoned with. a nasty qb with two stellar recievers. a kicker that should be in the nfl, and an o-line that is better than the great wall of china. and a defense that likes to sack. God, i love football.
ugh, i just lost all concentration. i'll write more later. probably after a nap.
you make me stand taller (both literally and metaphorically)
9.13.2002
9.12.2002
these titles are hard to think of
me and couture made lasagna and a good salad for dinner tonight. i might just go with the opinion that we kick major ass. but that's just an opinion. held by many. many. and when i mean many, i mean the vast majority of the entire world. vast majority
i have no witty comments to make or insights to share. i need to sleep and regroup the brain cells i have left into a coherent thought producing organ.
me and couture made lasagna and a good salad for dinner tonight. i might just go with the opinion that we kick major ass. but that's just an opinion. held by many. many. and when i mean many, i mean the vast majority of the entire world. vast majority
i have no witty comments to make or insights to share. i need to sleep and regroup the brain cells i have left into a coherent thought producing organ.
9.10.2002
inspiration from the bard
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
--Henry V
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
--Julius Caesar
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
--Hamlet
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
--Henry V
We, at the height, are ready to decline.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
--Julius Caesar
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
--Hamlet
9.09.2002
it's tricky to rock a rhyme that's right on time; it's tricky
matthew shea has finally joined the ranks of legal drinkers. my God have mercy upon his soul.
so last week me and carla went to the airport to look at the lights of worcester and to see the stars. you can actually notice the milky way up by the airport, it's almost like being back home. but anyway, there are these giant lights up behind the airport. like stadium lights. that intermittently light up and illmuniate (sp?) everything. they are pretty freaky. i think they are part of an elaborate goverment plot to do something sinister. the sign we found said they were for FAA traffic control. likely story. i am going to steal that sign someday, though. oh yes. it will be mine.
i spent 7 hours doing my chem thermo homework and i got a 14/20. what the fuck?
saturday was the TKE 007 p@rty. quality times once again. we just have this way of making everything we do a good time. there was much funneling during the preparty and during the party. there are way to many stories to tell. the space here just wouldn't do them justice. i'm just so proud of my boys.
hypocrisy really bothers me. especially when it comes from people in a position of responsibility. i know i've been a hypocrite myself, and i'm not proud of those moments, and i do try not to be one. but when you explicity say that we are going to do something (or NOT do something), you can't get mad at people for going out and doing what you said was kosher. it makes no sense. it makes it a lot harder to think that you "deserve respect" for being an authority figure when you can't even decide which of your own decisions to follow. argh.
on to a happy note, i am dating one extremely amazing girl right now and as long as she doesn't get tired of putting up with me, i'll always be around ;)
Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room
white stripes "little room"
matthew shea has finally joined the ranks of legal drinkers. my God have mercy upon his soul.
so last week me and carla went to the airport to look at the lights of worcester and to see the stars. you can actually notice the milky way up by the airport, it's almost like being back home. but anyway, there are these giant lights up behind the airport. like stadium lights. that intermittently light up and illmuniate (sp?) everything. they are pretty freaky. i think they are part of an elaborate goverment plot to do something sinister. the sign we found said they were for FAA traffic control. likely story. i am going to steal that sign someday, though. oh yes. it will be mine.
i spent 7 hours doing my chem thermo homework and i got a 14/20. what the fuck?
saturday was the TKE 007 p@rty. quality times once again. we just have this way of making everything we do a good time. there was much funneling during the preparty and during the party. there are way to many stories to tell. the space here just wouldn't do them justice. i'm just so proud of my boys.
hypocrisy really bothers me. especially when it comes from people in a position of responsibility. i know i've been a hypocrite myself, and i'm not proud of those moments, and i do try not to be one. but when you explicity say that we are going to do something (or NOT do something), you can't get mad at people for going out and doing what you said was kosher. it makes no sense. it makes it a lot harder to think that you "deserve respect" for being an authority figure when you can't even decide which of your own decisions to follow. argh.
on to a happy note, i am dating one extremely amazing girl right now and as long as she doesn't get tired of putting up with me, i'll always be around ;)
Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room
white stripes "little room"
9.04.2002
caffiene
i got this comment off this article at kuro5hin.
this is just too classic:
Sleep deprivation is an essential component of any brain-washing process. The mind is more apt to accept information it is given when it is deprived of sleep, since in this state it is less able to question the validity of this information.
This is why it is very important to party as hard as possible while in College, to put your mind into an optimally receptive state for all the nutty goodness that gets shoveled into it during lecture.
There is good reason why all serious education sessions, from college to Navy SEAL training, push you to the point of breaking and keep you there until after you can't stand up any longer. The first reason is to break your self-doubt, to show you that you can take more than you think you can. The second, and more important reason, is to exhaust you into submission, to reduce your mind to putty that the trainers can then shape into what you need to become to get the job done.
Self-programming is a valid training technique. Start partying immediately after class on Thursday... Drink plenty of caffeine to keep you awake all weekend. Drink plenty of alcohol too, as it only kills of the weak brain cells, and you don't need those anyway. Stay up all weekend, drink, dance, fuck, puke, and do whatever else you feel is necessary to prepare your mind for the hard hours in lecture.
i love it
i got this comment off this article at kuro5hin.
this is just too classic:
Sleep deprivation is an essential component of any brain-washing process. The mind is more apt to accept information it is given when it is deprived of sleep, since in this state it is less able to question the validity of this information.
This is why it is very important to party as hard as possible while in College, to put your mind into an optimally receptive state for all the nutty goodness that gets shoveled into it during lecture.
There is good reason why all serious education sessions, from college to Navy SEAL training, push you to the point of breaking and keep you there until after you can't stand up any longer. The first reason is to break your self-doubt, to show you that you can take more than you think you can. The second, and more important reason, is to exhaust you into submission, to reduce your mind to putty that the trainers can then shape into what you need to become to get the job done.
Self-programming is a valid training technique. Start partying immediately after class on Thursday... Drink plenty of caffeine to keep you awake all weekend. Drink plenty of alcohol too, as it only kills of the weak brain cells, and you don't need those anyway. Stay up all weekend, drink, dance, fuck, puke, and do whatever else you feel is necessary to prepare your mind for the hard hours in lecture.
i love it
i say the right things, but act the wrong way
another successful night of beer pong. 3-1 with the almighty godlewski.
also, i think it's super-duper cool when someone has to get up at 8AM to keep bothering them when they are trying to sleep ;)
i'm at work right now not doing a lot of work, so i think today will be a shushi (sp?) lunch day.
i need to organize. i have way too much shit going on with class, TKE, world-domination plans, and life in general to be putting stuff off. example, i stayed up all night monday night to finish my homework. i fell asleep and slept through class. i'm a moron. this is the type of behavior that needs to remedied in the future.
oh God, what a boring post.
another successful night of beer pong. 3-1 with the almighty godlewski.
also, i think it's super-duper cool when someone has to get up at 8AM to keep bothering them when they are trying to sleep ;)
i'm at work right now not doing a lot of work, so i think today will be a shushi (sp?) lunch day.
i need to organize. i have way too much shit going on with class, TKE, world-domination plans, and life in general to be putting stuff off. example, i stayed up all night monday night to finish my homework. i fell asleep and slept through class. i'm a moron. this is the type of behavior that needs to remedied in the future.
oh God, what a boring post.
9.02.2002
hope for the future
i spent the weekend at the graef residence in new york for their 23rd annual labor day party. I've seen some crazy stuff in my time, but that... was... AWESOME!!! (2 bonus points for knowing what movie that is from) 40something year olds dancing on chairs after about 12 hours of drinking is the highlight of my weekend. it makes me realize that i'm going to have some awesome times when i'm old enough to afford to throw parties like that. let's just say i drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of exquisite food.
"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo
i spent the weekend at the graef residence in new york for their 23rd annual labor day party. I've seen some crazy stuff in my time, but that... was... AWESOME!!! (2 bonus points for knowing what movie that is from) 40something year olds dancing on chairs after about 12 hours of drinking is the highlight of my weekend. it makes me realize that i'm going to have some awesome times when i'm old enough to afford to throw parties like that. let's just say i drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of exquisite food.
"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves." -Victor Hugo
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