a sad day in minnesota politics

my favorite senator, Paul Wellstone--a notoriously liberal and outspoken man--died today in a plane crash

eh

so i'm 22 now, but i keep putting 21 down as my age on forms and questionaires and the like. is this because i've fried my brain over the last 4 years, or is it because 22 is not a special age? am i going to have this problem for the month of october every year til i hit the next milestone b-day of 30? if i am, i'm going to need help for the rest of my life.

becky said that this site is wrong. i'm going to have to go ahead and disagree with her on that one. this site is one of the funniest i've seen since jesus.com. i'm happy when people can step back from the idiocy that is PCness and just learn to laugh at the strange situations that modern culture has created around us. props to those that push the envelope and make us laugh. of course no website is funnier than Cliff Yablonski. everything he says in there is completely and totally tasteless and tactless, but do i bust a gut everytime i go there.

i thank elisa for finding these. subtle, yet strangely poignant relating to the current world affairs and the disaster track that the current administration seems to be intent on racing down.

there was snow on the ground today in worcester. i don't know if it'll still be there when i get back from work, but i liked seeing it there. i liked having to let my car warm up (which takes a little while). i liked having to scrape snow off my windows so i could get going. i liked seeing my breath this morning. i liked that the wind ripped through me and sent chills down my body. i liked that the snow covered everything and brought a purity back to worcester. when the snow falls on the city, it makes me feel as if the city is transformed back to when it was a vibrant and thriving industrial mecca of the northeast. it makes worcester alive and beautiful again.

online surveys

I Am The 3rd Party: The Natural Law Party: You're a strange one, thats for sure. Calling yourself the party based on science, your most interesting claim to fame is a heavy reliance on yoga in your national policy. Ignoring your kooky side, you sometimes make a lot of sense. And your leader is probably the smartest cadidate out there. Too bad he's crazy. Find out what 3rd party you are!

What Cartoon Will I Lose My Cartoon Virginity To? Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon): Alright, this is kind of wrong. She is in her early teens. But still, online quizzes never lie. You will lose your cartoon virginity to Sailor Mercury. You know what they say about getting in bed with chicks with magical powers... What Cartoon Will I Lose My Cartoon Virginity To?

What magazine am I? I am Popular Science: The only thing more exciting then the present is the future. I am always the first to hear about whats going on in the realms of human achievement. What magazine am I?

What protester am I? I am dazed and confused: Whoa. What's going on here? Is this a party? Who are these people holding these signs and why are they yelling? Oh well, I bet they have some stoney buds. What protester am I?

What stock broker am I? I am completely inept: I mean well and I think I am an expert, but honestly I'm a little on the slow side. If I really knew how to invest would I keep this lame job? What stock broker am I?

Am I The Greatest Song In The World? Nay: I am but a tribute to the greatest song in the world! Are you the greatest song in the world?

My Favorite Female Part Is: The Face: Sweet and angelic... except when she yells at me... Find out your favorite female body part!

The B-Movie That Suits Me Is: Flesh Gordon: In the 70's 'big budget' porns were all the rage. These hybrids combined b-movie sets and scripts with humpalicious action, while not hardcore like modern stuff. The ultimate was Flesh Gordon, now regarded as a comedy. Find out which b-movie suits you.

I Am The Sex Toy: Hi-Tech Masterpiece: Some say that I was developed in a top secret lab while others say I was developed by aliens for my probing capabilities, but only I know the truth! My mission here on earth is to launch a full out assault on your genitals with my spinning beads, vibrations, and clitoris teaser. My LCD screen keeps you informed, but only with information I want you to have! Mwua-ha-ha! Find out what sex toy you are.

intense to say the least

wednesday, named for the norse god, odin

what that has to do with anything i'm going to write, i have no clue.
what i'm going write, i have no clue.
what i'm doing right now, i have no cl--actually, i'm at work, and i'm bored.
and it's break here at school, so i'm just working and doing nothing, but i think i'm getting a haircut tonight.

advice to the world

sassaman was up this weekend. that means nothing but beer pong and being lazy. TKEe tribal on thursday went well. it was quite the turnout. i'm working this week and not doing much else. went to boston yesterday with carla, bought a sweater. i looke good in red (she said it!). ate some chinese, fell asleep on the commuter rail, all-in-all, a good day. now for the philosophical insight:

from my good friend van wilder:
"you shouldn't take life to seriously. you'll never get out alive"
"if you're always thinking about the future, then you kinda forget about the present"
"worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere"

some people say i don't have much direction in my life, and that's pretty true. i don't really know what i'm doing week to week or day to day. my memory is just a fuzzy haze that doesn't serve me very well. i spend more time on the couch watching TV than i do sleeping. i don't have much contact with my friends from hibbing, i barely keep up with everyone i know here in worcester. i'm probably wasting all my potential by being lazy, but guess what? i'm fine. in fact, i'm super. i'm confident in my emotions and my thoughts. i understand myself and the people around me. i'm quite aware of my faults and shortcomings. i know my strengths and what i can accomplish with them. i may be stupid and fuck a lot of shit up, but i'm only 22. God knows how long i'll be stuck in this mortal (yet quite sexy) vessel. van wilder knows what's up. and so do i

officially 22 today

so i survived turning 21, i survived y2k, i survived the passing of seinfeld, and i'll probably be around for the end of the simpsons.

the onion usually has some pretty funny horroscopes every week; but today, mine bothered me:

Libra: (Sept. 23—Oct. 23) The only thing that keeps you from realizing your potential is the depressing awareness that it probably wouldn't take much time or effort.
so to the point and scary, that i am quite disturbed by it. it actually made me sit and think about a lot of things. like the fact that becoming a scientist isn't that interesting to me anymore. what is interesting? hard to say. i chose math and physics because they were the easiest thing for me in high school. they are pretty easy for me still, but i guess the passion isn't there anymore. i still have passion for life and people and all the jazz that comes with living, but i don't know about spending my life as a scientist. but i am only 22, and (cross my fingers) i still have a good 60 years left. i'm not worried. at least not today.

so snoop dogg has called it quits for smoking pot. i couldn't find many articles online about it, but he's "only going to refer to 'chronic' when speaking about lower back pain." that cracks me up.

october 9, 1980 9:01PM CST

tuesday

i am drawing a complete blank

new philosophy

"nice guys don't finish last: they are the finish"--me, couture, and jeremy's revelation last night. we were quite happy to figure this one out. it made us happy. so did watching willy wonka and the chocolate factory. which is a messed up movie. "we are the musicmakers. we are the dreamers of dreams"

it's important for the sake of reality to win foosball games.

it's saturday, we have intramural football, and i need a nap

peace!

another day hungover at work

the fact that i have to get up and drive an hour to work every wednesday has not kept me from getting utterly and totally smashed every possible tuesday night. like last night, for example. i was hammered. nothing spectacular happened, i just got smashed. and i paid for it on the commute. but my blueberry poptart and starbucks doubleshot espresso drink sure calmed the stomach and helped keep me awake. i'm also glad that people gently cajole me to get out of bed and go to work, cuz otherwise i would just stay in bed a couple extra hours--roughly 13--and miss work every week.

again, relationships are topics of blogs i regularly read, so here's my latest tidbit of regerism:

sidenote: what if regerism actually becomes a legitimate philosophy/religion/cult/talkshow someday? that would blow my mind. and everyone's that has ever met me, too. i shudder to think that someday humanity will look to me for guidance.
when discussing relationships, i go back to my earlier model: guys are stupid, girls are crazy. i still haven't come up with the proper algorithm for determing said level, but the basic premise should be kept in mind. i have very little stress in my life. if i ever have any, it's usually self-induced (like worrying if i'm going to boot before i can find the porcelain altar). the reason for my low stress level, anytime i deal with a female, i know that no matter how much sense she makes, there will be one point, where she will do something that completely flabbergasts me. i write it off to one of two things: 1) she really is crazy, and this is just your run-of-the-mill-neurotic-for-some-reason-i-collect-sewing-needles-dropped-by-WW1-vets type of thing. or 2) i'm just too stupid to understand her actions/tone/large vocabulary. also, not all TKEs are running away from longterm relationships, some have weathered storms with their significant others, and others are just entering relationships that are (hopefully!) going to be long-term. TKEs are stupid, but some are just stupider than others. and some of us are rocks. blame it on DNA. that's what i do.

this next little thought is quite bizarre, but i enjoyed myself so much, i have to share it with you: drop a deuce naked. for some reason, sitting on the porcelain altar with no clothes on feels extremely different than when your pants are down by your ankles. it's really quite exhiliarating. i recommend it to everyone. (the reason i did this is cuz i was about to take a shower and decided getting naked was the number one priority at that moment)

wendy's again for lunch. mmm....*drool*...

people are going away B term that i'm going to miss alot. 7 weeks then winter break, it's just too much. someone hold my hand.

the twins and yankees both won yesterday. baseball playoffs. october. the fall classic. one of the most pure playoffs of the major sports. simple magic that comes from one well placed strike or one crushed homerun. it's electrifying. the battle between pitcher and catcher. athleticism trained and honed to perfection. i know what i'm watching on TV all this month.

She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

--Lord Byron

the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and i've got oreos. life is beautiful