Friday, February 22, 2002
THE BEAST IS BACK BABY!!! wooooo hooooosseerrrs!!!
it's 4:30 am. dagummit! why do i always write these papers the night before they're due? this african history class is going to be the end of me. THE most esoteric writing topics EVER. i guarandamntee it! yeh, i watch wrestling, so what? i am going to be SO dead tired for the entire ride to gatlinburg. at least it's a six hour drive. i can get some catch-up sleep and still have time to keep courtney company. what's this gatlinburg? well, last summer i did a summer project with campus crusade, and when you get right down to it, we did missions work/evangelism in gatlinburg for 10 weeks of the summer. may not sound great initially, but wooooooooo doggy! it was SO very much worth it that i can't even express it in words. in those ten weeks, God did the impossible, and changed my life forever (for the better, hehe).
but, i digress. this weekend we're having our reunion back in g-burg, so i'm writing with courtney (she's a meredith angel). this was not my initial plan, but a string of events, some tragic and some just time consuming, has altered the travelling plans of all 8 g-burgers in the triangle. but it's all bueno in the sueno, cuz we've got it figured out and we're leaving tomorrow at 1:30 in the afternoon. we should be in gat by 8 and the the party will begin.
i guess this means i wont be posting all weekend, but im sure the whole two people who read this can find other ways to occupy themselves while i'm gone. maybe i'll post real quick before i dust tomorrow. heh, if you're lucky....SIKE! i may have a lot of hair, but my head is not that big. yada yada, i can't belive this. i'm just typing so that i don't go to sleep. who procrastinates going to sleep?!?! i really need to make like a plantain and split. check ya! God bless.
sounds: john mayer - no such thing
food for thought: interpersonal dynamics in a simulated prison - haney, banks and zimbardo
it's 4:30 am. dagummit! why do i always write these papers the night before they're due? this african history class is going to be the end of me. THE most esoteric writing topics EVER. i guarandamntee it! yeh, i watch wrestling, so what? i am going to be SO dead tired for the entire ride to gatlinburg. at least it's a six hour drive. i can get some catch-up sleep and still have time to keep courtney company. what's this gatlinburg? well, last summer i did a summer project with campus crusade, and when you get right down to it, we did missions work/evangelism in gatlinburg for 10 weeks of the summer. may not sound great initially, but wooooooooo doggy! it was SO very much worth it that i can't even express it in words. in those ten weeks, God did the impossible, and changed my life forever (for the better, hehe).
but, i digress. this weekend we're having our reunion back in g-burg, so i'm writing with courtney (she's a meredith angel). this was not my initial plan, but a string of events, some tragic and some just time consuming, has altered the travelling plans of all 8 g-burgers in the triangle. but it's all bueno in the sueno, cuz we've got it figured out and we're leaving tomorrow at 1:30 in the afternoon. we should be in gat by 8 and the the party will begin.
i guess this means i wont be posting all weekend, but im sure the whole two people who read this can find other ways to occupy themselves while i'm gone. maybe i'll post real quick before i dust tomorrow. heh, if you're lucky....SIKE! i may have a lot of hair, but my head is not that big. yada yada, i can't belive this. i'm just typing so that i don't go to sleep. who procrastinates going to sleep?!?! i really need to make like a plantain and split. check ya! God bless.
sounds: john mayer - no such thing
food for thought: interpersonal dynamics in a simulated prison - haney, banks and zimbardo
Thursday, February 21, 2002
today was an ok day. i got drilled in spanish for not having read the homework for the second day in a row. i don't neglect it on purpose, it's just that i thought we were done with the topic we 'discussed' on monday, so i didn't do any reading for it. little did i know. oh well, ive got the rest of the semester to bring up my participation grade. gotta make sure i stay up on that though. the historical jesus class has become my alotted time for attempting the daily crossword puzzle and talking to ashley (yay for new friends). yesterday i got like 4 words out of all the clues. today i got maybe a quarter of them, so we're making progress.
man, i was so tired today i 'bout passed out in religion. i came back took a two hour nap even though they were pretty much blowing up the street outside. when i'm tired, you can't stop me from sleeping, so don't even try. then, i went with my freshman guys to invite a girls' bible study on a creative date. we did the knights from 'monty python and the holy grail' thing, sans the cocounut, but with a real trumpet. awwww yehhhheeerrrr. i think i need to work on my accent though. i was the only one the girls laughed at when i read my lines, and i don't think it's cuz they were funny. dah well.
cru was fun tonight, and we had a letter writing 'party' afterward to raise money for big break, at which all of three people wrote letters. the rest of the folks there just took theirs and went home. they're no fun. but the rest of us had a good time, reminiscing about the days of yore (elementary school) when we had all the coolest cartoons and staying outside until 11 pm on a summer night was the coolest thing ever. i feel sorry for kids today, cuz their entertainment sucks. pokemon? please. transformers would destroy whatever pikasneeze character you can come up with. and then there was voltron and m.a.s.k. and g.i. joe and thundercats and he-man and the bionic six and the smurfs and fraggle rock (the bizzomb!). SO many good shows, not enough time. wouldn't it be nice to just go back in time and enjoy it all over again? i'm all for it. elementary school and high school were great. middle school, not so much, but that's ok.
now i have 150 pages of reading to do so i can write my paper tomorrow night. bloody hell. time to make like a check and bounce! God bless.
sounds: chris tomlin - forever
food for thought: the sword of truth: the life and times of the shehu usuman dan fodio - mervyn hiskett
man, i was so tired today i 'bout passed out in religion. i came back took a two hour nap even though they were pretty much blowing up the street outside. when i'm tired, you can't stop me from sleeping, so don't even try. then, i went with my freshman guys to invite a girls' bible study on a creative date. we did the knights from 'monty python and the holy grail' thing, sans the cocounut, but with a real trumpet. awwww yehhhheeerrrr. i think i need to work on my accent though. i was the only one the girls laughed at when i read my lines, and i don't think it's cuz they were funny. dah well.
cru was fun tonight, and we had a letter writing 'party' afterward to raise money for big break, at which all of three people wrote letters. the rest of the folks there just took theirs and went home. they're no fun. but the rest of us had a good time, reminiscing about the days of yore (elementary school) when we had all the coolest cartoons and staying outside until 11 pm on a summer night was the coolest thing ever. i feel sorry for kids today, cuz their entertainment sucks. pokemon? please. transformers would destroy whatever pikasneeze character you can come up with. and then there was voltron and m.a.s.k. and g.i. joe and thundercats and he-man and the bionic six and the smurfs and fraggle rock (the bizzomb!). SO many good shows, not enough time. wouldn't it be nice to just go back in time and enjoy it all over again? i'm all for it. elementary school and high school were great. middle school, not so much, but that's ok.
now i have 150 pages of reading to do so i can write my paper tomorrow night. bloody hell. time to make like a check and bounce! God bless.
sounds: chris tomlin - forever
food for thought: the sword of truth: the life and times of the shehu usuman dan fodio - mervyn hiskett
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.
