Tuesday, February 19, 2002
talked to an old friend tonight. well, it was on im, but still, that counts for something. we hadn't talked in a good long while, like almost two years or something, and then she imed me out of the clear blue sky a few weeks ago, and again tonight. its weird though, like one of those things from my past that i haven't totally reconciled, ya know? not that it's a bad thing. au contraire, i'm quite pleased, if for no other reason, that i get to hear from someone i still hold dear. but yeh, enough mushy jazz, eh? it's just hard to talk to someone when you haven't talked in so long, and the last time you did wasn't exactly on the best of terms. but it's bueno, and i'm glad things are they way they are now. i mean, i'm glad we talk now as opposed to not talking, not that i'm glad we had bad stuff happen. oi, you know what i mean.
egads! i am so beyond the point of exhaustion, this is just not cool. being a nerd sucks, cuz it requires staying up all night to get your work done. like last weekend, when i stayed up until 3am on friday, saturday, sunday, and monday doing work. work! on a friday!!!! i'm like, yeh, bow down to me, jason, king of dorks, ruler of all that is geeky and uncool. or something like that. i liked me better when i was like, sleep > homework. things were more chill, and i was not nearly as tired. but i guess that's what got me into this predicament in the first place. if i had just been like 15% more nerd at a constant rate from the beginning of the semester, i wouldn't be four novels behind in my classes. history, again, repeats itself. over and over and over and over..... the saddest part about all this is that even at my worst, i'm nowhere close to being the smart/intelligent/loquacious dude that the rest of my fellow undergrads seem to be. oh well.
at least i'm not this stupid. i've been saying this ever since jordan retired (for the second time): jerry krause is a MORON, and completely inept at his job. trading mercer for rose, ok. that would be a steal, and no one would fall for that, except krause. but trading your two leading scorers (mercer and artest) along with one of the only real and halfway decent centers in the east (brad miller) for crybaby rose and a travis best who saw the apex of his career at 24? come on. dude, quadriplegic monkey could make better deals than krause does. somebody needs to send homeslice packing quick.
enough is enough. i need to read. bless.
sounds: three dog night - old fashioned love song
food for thought: the classic slave narratives: the life of oloudah equiano - edited by henry louis gates, jr.
egads! i am so beyond the point of exhaustion, this is just not cool. being a nerd sucks, cuz it requires staying up all night to get your work done. like last weekend, when i stayed up until 3am on friday, saturday, sunday, and monday doing work. work! on a friday!!!! i'm like, yeh, bow down to me, jason, king of dorks, ruler of all that is geeky and uncool. or something like that. i liked me better when i was like, sleep > homework. things were more chill, and i was not nearly as tired. but i guess that's what got me into this predicament in the first place. if i had just been like 15% more nerd at a constant rate from the beginning of the semester, i wouldn't be four novels behind in my classes. history, again, repeats itself. over and over and over and over..... the saddest part about all this is that even at my worst, i'm nowhere close to being the smart/intelligent/loquacious dude that the rest of my fellow undergrads seem to be. oh well.
at least i'm not this stupid. i've been saying this ever since jordan retired (for the second time): jerry krause is a MORON, and completely inept at his job. trading mercer for rose, ok. that would be a steal, and no one would fall for that, except krause. but trading your two leading scorers (mercer and artest) along with one of the only real and halfway decent centers in the east (brad miller) for crybaby rose and a travis best who saw the apex of his career at 24? come on. dude, quadriplegic monkey could make better deals than krause does. somebody needs to send homeslice packing quick.
enough is enough. i need to read. bless.
sounds: three dog night - old fashioned love song
food for thought: the classic slave narratives: the life of oloudah equiano - edited by henry louis gates, jr.
