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Apparently, I was supposed to register for classes … like last Tuesday. Oops. Fortunately, none of the classes I want to take are filled up. Unfortunately, the reason none of the classes are filled is because, well, no one really wants to take the classes I’m taking. I mean … no one. Heh. That’s not entirely true. But Econ 101? Econ 102? Oh, god. I’m going to die. No, that’s a lie. It’s worse: I’m probably just not going to go to class. In fact, I have both classes scheduled at the same time. No, again, that’s a lie. But for all intents and purposes… Shoot me. I’m going to be a junior, and half of my classes are going to be 100 level courses. Out-standing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Those i’s were totoally unintentional. For the record. Since you’re keeping score, I’m sure.

Which is to say: for once, I have something pressing and somewhat urgent to do. An assignment, of sorts. Which means: time to post on the blog. Right-o. Thank god for coffee. Cream is the cure for bad coffee; coffee is the cure for bad planning; guns are the cure for bad education; there is no cure for bad grammer. Poor, poor, poor. Embarassing: American English. For pity’s sake.

Well, I’ll probably post more later. Cuz, lord knows, I have other things to be doing. In fact, I halved my Netflix subscription today. And I’m bringing my coffee pot in to work tomorrow. This post just keeps getting more logical.

Edit: 12:59AM
Must…improve…ergonomics…of my workspace. Or hire a personal maseusse. Ah, yes, That’s the one. Ooh! What a perfect idea for a distraction. Or disappointment, rather– digitalmasseuse.com doesn’t exist. =(

For those of you who don’t already know (and are, for some reason, interested, =P), my sister, Jenny, is getting married on May 28th to Tory McJunkin.

Wedding details can be found at jennyandtory.com.

I post this link not because I expect any of you to click it (that might be rather creepy), but rather to manipulate the Google rating system and get their page ranked. Heh. I just hope the Google spider-bot isn’t smart enough to read the last sentence. =)

Accident on Dell Range tonight. Why I drove down Prarie, not Dell Range, I don’t know. Of no consequence. Saw the lights flashing on Dell Range; saw the traffic stopping, stopped. Can’t go that way. Spilling pizza turning on the wrong street pausing Live in Buffalo answering my cell phone. Almost. Damn. Missed the call. Call back. Hi, mum. Yeah. You’re going to need the cable that connects your camera to your TV. It’s upstairs in the desk drawer with all your other camera stuff. No, not the one with flat ends. It looks like…

Hang up the phone, deliver the pizza, thanks for the tip. Think to myself: accident in the west bound lane. I’m east-bound, won’t be held up. … Makes sense, this time of day. Sun’s going down. Can’t see shit. Dangerous to be driving. Going up a hill, must not have seen the oncoming car…

I can take Dell Range. Rather than going back around.

Approaching the hill, seems like things are cleared away. Good. Couldn’t have been that bad. Thank god. No, wait. Van cresting the hill in front of me is slowing down. Foot, brakes. Oh, no. Nothing’s cleared away. Firetrucks, cops. –? Gaping black hole into a used-to-be livingroom. Must have been a fire, not an accident. Fire makes sense. apartments–>lower income–>fire danger. I used to mow that lawn. Wait? Did they have to break through the wall? That doesn’t make sense.

No, that’s wrong. Then I see the car they pulled out from the apartment.

Oh, god. There’s a car. Suspended in the air by a tow-truck. Totaled car. Oh no. See the path of broken fences, wide and straight, to their living room. Gaping hole. Gaping black hole. Someone’s living room.

Maybe they were still at work. No, shit. It’s 7:13. Maybe dinner in the front. Maybe they were out. Hope they were out hope they were out hope they were out

It rained, yesterday. For two hours, it rained. Not a monsoon rain, you. Not the I-can’t-find-a-raindrop but the-air-must-be-made-of-water sort of southeast Asia rain. No. A Rocky Mountain rain. Clean and pure. Bulging, heavy raindrops, cascading from the heavens above in a veritable deluge. Most unlike like the spit fire of a thousand Spitfires, being a million watery explosions of life. Of green. Of hope. Or Hope, if you will. But that tends to go more like HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOpe.

Heh. Forgive me. Are we still in High School? God, I hope not. Doing being “older and wiser” necessarily deny us access to juvenile fun? Again, god, I hope not. Hoooooooooooooooope not…

Ke ke ke. I crack myself up.

Well, speaking cracks… there was something else I DIDN’T crack today. The story goes something like this:

For the fun of it (see: because I’m so freaking 1337!!11) I installed Windows Server 2003 Enterprise Edition on my so-called server machine(a big thank you to everyone that contributed spare parts!). Heh. Obviously, I don’t exactly have a license for Windows Server 2003 Enterprise Edition, so I was browsing around, attempting to find a crack (yes, I know. I’m a bad person. Yes, I know. I’m going to hell. It’s cool, though– Ken’s going along for the ride with me. I digress). I downloaded a couple … candidates, and noticed one (6k) that was suspiciously small. I thought to myself “gee, that file is way too small to actually be a legitimate crack (yes, I recognize the oxymoron). It’s probably spyware.” The smart person would have stopped there and deleted the suspicious file. Those of you know me know, of course, know that I am very, very smart. So my thought process continued: “Huh. Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out. *click*click* … uh. oh. no. NO! MAKE IT STOP!!!”

About five seconds after double-clicking, I discovered something nice about Windows Server 2003: it has built in Spyware detection. A nice little balloon popped up informing me that my computer was infected with spyware. Nice to know. I opened Windows Explorer to watch, with mounting horror (frantically pressing alt+ctrl+del), as my C:\\ directory literally filled with files and executables. By the time I punched the power switch, there must have been 30 different types of spyware installed. Sheesh.

*ahem* Needless to say, I’m typing this as I go through the process of setting up Windows Server 2003. … Again. =)

So, yeah.

To whoever gave me an extra $20 bill tonight: I am sorry for your mistake and loss. If I knew who you were, I would give it back to you.

To the gentleman who rejected your order last night because we did not bring you napkins: I bear you no ill-will. I enjoyed the pizza (that you did not want because we did not bring you napkins). Jerk. =P

the days the wind blow extra hard
the mountains look extra blue

i could rhyme off that but
fuck it. no.

picked two blades of grass today:
one brown
one spring
i say spring but
i saw green.
hope.

today the wind blow extra hard
they mountains is extra blue

i drive. i look down the road
over the hills and far away
(as it were)
and today i see.
extra blue.

i see mountains.
over the hills and far away.

but not so far away.
and i see the mountains and i know
waiting
i’ll be there
i’m coming.

the plains, once barren
desolate
brown
boring

now the plains, still barren
desolate
everbrown
draw me and fill me. fill me full and overflowing. lead me to the mountains. are the mountains. blue. and brown.

maybe.
maybe i once was right and now am wrong.
you can tell me that they ugly–
they baren, desolate and brown.
but i’ll tell you that they home.
and you know home is beautiful.

i picked two blades of grass today
their veil of snow removed
one was brown but one was green.
spring, hope is on its way.