Crappy, Beautiful Weather

Well it certainly doesn't feel like late November! Feels more like early September. Not that I'm complaining but, like Sam Gamgee says, 'this weather is unnatural.' Makes people sick. Like me for instance. Does this picture look like chilly autumn weather? No? Yea, cause it's not. I'm baking in this computer lab. It does nothing but put tme to sleep, and I was up all last night. At least I got my haircut. Perhaps the rebel in me is still yelling, I didn't feel much like homework today. "For shame" and Michael kept asking for my help on his EIGHTEEN page play... so not looking forward to that play.
So embarassing, I dozed off in class... and I was caught red-handed. After the girl bought pizza and I had three slices, just to stay up. That's all I yak about for now. I digress. Must feed the zzzzzzzzzzz

The Daydream

If I'm lucky, I could use this as a method to contact Jack from LOST and tell him to give up, his senseless otherwise boring existence doesn't entertain me, not anymore at least. At work, stuck in the coatroom. Could be worse, I suppose I could be stuck in the closet, jokes would be never-ending like that Story. Professor tore me a new one not cause I didn't show, cause I didn't call. Ack, I was out cold the whole day. Those rewrites are due Monday, overjoyed to start those.
As of now, I hunger. Hunger causes silly mental images otherwise known as daydreams. My Daydream for the day: Punched someone, a girl... in the face. Blood came out of places it shouldn't. I realize I didn't punch her, I sliced her... with a knife... that know resembles a bat. A gold star appears. Cops apparate out of thin air. My middle finger goes up like an erection. Two flashing stars appear. I beat a man for a car. He called me a name that didn't suit me in anyway. I drive away. Drive-by. Four stars. Pull out a bazooka. There goes a helicopter. Enter tank. Funny what literature and video games can do to you in the morning and famished!

More Work... More ugh

No picture for today. Nothing worth noting... visually. Speaking of noting... Shakespeare was a good man, good author... great author. We probably would've hit it off, Bill and I. But my current professor for the designated class... don't feel we'd get along. For starters, she hated the new Bond flick... :-/ I loved the new movie!!! She however has a weak stomach. Plus... She's a little... hm odd. Kinda made me nervous a few times. And i wonder where the other two girls went? I'm sure it had nothing to do with me. So anyways, a 'B' on the paper, I was expecting higher, but i have to argue my point. This week, I will. I have to. And finally there was the NYPIRG office, filled to the brim with geeks and nerds (and they're proud of it). Couldn't stay long, the Wars vs. Trek debate was getting heated. :-P Only good news for today I assume is that I was granted more hours from work... whoopee, a whoppin' hour... ugh

Don't Worry... You Won't Feel A Thing...

DANGER!!! Stay back! Coming to you live from the doctor's office. No school cause (no book) i bottomed out. No reason to go in and annoy fellow students hard at work.

Notice the infamous instruments of doom

I've been postponing the doc visit for a while now. He was good. Not like everyone's favorite cripple, House. Then again, there is no medical mystery to me... or is there? Been watchin the news about the dude who got shot, fifty shots at unarmed men O.o that's a bit... excessive. Makes you wanna yell a rebel yell, bring hell, let 'em know... I'm not yellin' but here's one way of stickin it to The Man!

Take that... man...

* ---> Side....|

A little asterisk to the side, i hate children, not so much hate them all but just the retardedly wild ones. I don't care if that's mean. Most of the time the parents are to blame. My thing is i don't want to be to blame for my kid to turn out COMPLETELY screwed up, cause no matter how much time and money and love you put into your kid, there are NO guarantees that they'll turn out ok. That's like the Ultimate Sacrifice and the Ultimate Gamble?!?! Hell No! Get mixed with the wrong kids and your wonderful offspring is planning your demise... and very well i might add. This is not the generation of parents... the children are smarter, wiser and they'll retaliate if they become any smarter. There are plenty of people out there to deal with that. I'll be happy if i am blessed with long life, prosperity... and a child then God help me cause i need all the strength i can get.

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So.. I get out of work and...

This is the end... To a very shytty day. I went to work. My sis left w/o calling and my parents didn't call on the way back. I ended up here, at the Barnes & Nobles lookin for a book that wasn't there. I'll have to finnagel around it in class, again. I hate walkin on this island. It's so small, you're bound to run into someone like i did today. Russian girl from the old bank job. Gah! As if i couldn't walk into someone i did want to see. Anyways, i was expectin a call... I didn't get it. Probably my fault, that building is like a shield from all sorts of cell phone communication. This could've been a good day... Instead it was spent dodging the eyes of oncoming traffic. I never would've thought that i'd have to perfect this technique. >!< so, that's all for now... World: 784,952 - me: zilch :-x

Still Testing this thing out!

This is me Bloggin, from me cell phone at my old job! Technology these days! So.. that was a huge grasshopper that decided to land on a window that was located on the 5th floor... how do these bugs do it??? Anyways it's hella late, I don't know why I bother to sleep now, headed to work in a few!
BBL

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Hi all
Just the ramblings of an idiot on the web. Just testing this thing out to see if it works.
Check back soon!
Valan