Some Things I Made Up, Others I Forgot

Full of Words

2005-11-15T21:53:00.000-08:00

Today I feel like talking. Unfortunantly, I have no-one to talk to. I don't mean talk about the harmless chatter of this and that and things that really don't matter. I mean a deep soulful conversation. I'm great with the other shit. But, when it comes to actually getting close to people...not so good. I mean, it's like 9:30pm class just let out a few minutes ago... It seems just a little too late to call up someone out of the blue and say, "hey..."

But what the fuck right?

There is this little voice in the back of my head that says, "You need to be invited first..."

Fucking voices...

So as you can tell, I'm bored. I have nothing to do. I want to talk to someone I can connect with... But, I don't want to be a bother...

So, I guess I'll bother my friends. Go out and get drunk, Strap a parachute on, and go sky diving. Shit, almost forgot I don't drink. But I still want to go sky diving.

Things I want to do:
Sky diving
Hot air balloon around the world.
Back pack tour Europe.
Have a bon-fire party soon.
Build some leaf piles and jump into them (tiss the season)
Begin my christmas shopping (considering I usually wait until last minute. Like the day after)
Kill a twelve point buck (the meat is only good for burger, but the trophy...Fucking Result.)
Make someone laugh (I haven't done this in a while)
Make someone cry (I think I'm better at this one)
Climb a 6,000+ foot mountain (one a day keeps the doctor away)
Steal the hope diamond from the Smithsoinian (It's just too beautiful for words)
Draw a portrait (I've only done one this semester and I need to keep in practice)
Build up the nerve to submit at least two of my short fictives for publication
write another five fictives this month, followed by a book
go to the National botanical gardens (if you haven't been your missing out)
Purchase or be given a new piece of art (my apartment walls are a bit bare)
Go night hiking every night all the time (one of my favorite hobbies)

I really miss hiking. I spent six months living out on the Appalachian Trail. I started in Maine and headed south. I disconected the cartlidge in the heal of my foot during the first hundred miles, fell in love with New England, explored it a bit. Burlington (Girlington) great place to visit. I want to go back there. Nothing like sleeping on a swaying rope bridge thats strung over a river with a full moon turning the waters silver and stars so bright you know why your ancestors were amazed by the heavans above. I went to the Monument, which is like the George washington monument only bigger, less than a block away is the church were Robert Frost is burried. If there was a church like that around here, I'd probably go to it. Beautiful church. It's sad to look back on memories and realize there is no one who shares them with you...

Well, there going to close this computer lab so this rant has to end...

FffffffffffffffffucKing Computers

2005-11-15T18:04:00.000-08:00

Does anyone know a good anti virus?

I guess you want the story....

I have two computers. Both laptops. My new computer, or as I refer to it, my really expensive toy that doesn't do anything. This one has been looked at by many a man, and has failed to be fixed, though my latest round of battle with it got its wireless modem working... Incidently, now that my wireless modem works I found there is no need for me to pay for internet. All of my neighbors apparently have wireless set up and none of it is password protected...

My other computer is this old ratty pentium two or three. My friend kept it as a parting gift from his last employer and when I needed a computer to write on, he passed it to me. This bastard is very ancient. If I was to convert its age from computer to human years it would be atleast seventy. Now I really like this computer, and I never get on the net with it. But, I promised to forward a message and it was the weekend...

Since my expensive toy is broken I decided to access my george mason mail account with my old computer. I figured it would be safe... then I decided to look at the blogs for this class... I mean after all everything was going good so far... Then I got fucked. I couldn't operate my mouse. The start menu opened on its own accord and the cursor started opening files on its own. Needless to say I disconected immeadiately from the internet. Nothing seems damaged...but, now I am left with one question. How the fuck do you prevent shit like that?

I HATE FUCKING COMPUTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Funny Joke I Just Thought Up

2005-11-07T11:05:00.000-08:00

With the turmoil in France between the emmigrant Muslim population and the police. I wondered why The french hadn't surrenderred yet.

It's simple. Muslims don't drink wine, and France doesn't know any other way to surrender.

One A Week

2005-10-14T14:09:00.001-07:00

I sincerely believe no one will read this. We had a test today in this class. I was one of the first out. This means I either did really well, or really bad. Both are good results for the amount of time I have so far invested. You may ask why am I bothering to write this, since I am so against blogging. The answers simple...

One A Week

2005-10-14T14:09:00.000-07:00

Rain

2005-10-07T12:52:00.000-07:00

This Blog was not my idea.

I am a technophobe.

Have you ever tried to break words up with spaces? I tried and when I previewed it, the computer changed it. That sucks. Yet another reason why I hate computers.

Like I said, this wasn't my idea. I have to write something here for my English class.

My real problem is that my teacher didn't tell me how many postings I have to write.

Well, class is over and it's raining...time to go get wet.