I walked out of my front door knowing that I would be an idiot to drive in this blizzard. Regardless of whether or not I needed to be out in this weather is beside the point. I had decided to do so under my own bad judgement. The destination is The shell station, then the rec room and eventually back to the apartment. I stand in the snow for a few moments as to soak it all in. I begin the quest. As I walk I notice that my feet are completely disappearing from sight under the mounds of snow as it increasingly builds up. I walk and walk, to what seems to be an eternity then I notice that the left side of my face is becoming numb. I reache up with my left hand to touch my beard (which is where I do not feel the most) only to discover that there is a block of ice and snow where my beard had once been. Immediately I have flashbacks to 8th grade English with Mrs Parker when we were reading how to build a fire by Jack London. vividly remember the description of the man as he trudges through the snow and the goatee of tobacco juice that he had acquired as he walked along the snow in Alaska. I become mildly amused and continue on my trek. As I near the entrance of a Shell station I notice a truck that has fallen prey to the snow, I then run over and start pushing on the truck to lend a hand. We successfully give the truck some traction. I go into the Shell station and find the biggest water I can and do my purchasing. I start to take the long trip home and find it not be as long as the going was. the snow is blowing and I continue to walk. Thinking to myself I ask, "has the snow gotten a lot deeper in the past 2 minutes or is it just me?" Then I get to the rec room and run to the mirror before it melts to check out my snow accumulation. I take a look at what i assume would be me in 40 years with pure white beard and hair, then it starts to melt. I watch as quite literally a pool forms around me from all of the melted snow. I do my worky outy things and then go home with little more incident. So ends the biggest adventure of yesterday. Wasn't it exiting?
oh man, time for me to relax... This is what my week consisted of:
Monday - Japanese Unit test
Tuesday - study for Math Unit test and Japanese Midterm
Wednesday - Math Unit test
Thursday - Japanese Midterm
Friday - write paper that I have been putting off the entire last week because I had insane test taking all week, (plus I don't like writing legal format essays) then loose my paper due to openoffice.org being stupid and shutting down while I was spell checking before I saved because I forgot at 9-10 PM when the paper is to be sent in by midnight. I pull my hair out for a few minutes after deciding I can't get my paper back. Recompose paper and turn it in at about 11:45PM. breathe a sigh of relief and write in my blog.
I am looking forward to a fun-day tomorrow, what is my fun-day going to consist of you might ask? Well... Not homework, besides that I am pretty flexible. we will see what happens.
I have found the key thing to do if you want to have a sense of unity in the U-scan robot check out. You complain about the 12 items or less rule being ignored by stupid people. You will find young men sticking out their fists for the "special hand shake" as well as strike up conversations with middle aged men. It is the one thing that everyone has been screwed by and the cashiers never enforce. It is truly a beautiful thing ( the unity, not the rule that has been broken). In fact the only person who cannot share in this wonderful thing is the stupid person that can either not read or refuses to read and brings a cart full of stuff(obviously more than 12 items) to the u-scans and spends the next hour checking out their stuff, one package at a time. Try it my friends, and you will be surprised at the results.
Ok, earlier today, I was cleaning (yes, I WAS CLEANING) and I was removing my laundry from the top of an empty card bored box on top of my trunk. It was at that precise moment that I noticed that the top of the box was caving in, and I thought to myself that I should put something into the box or it will just fall apart. Then I realized that I had tapped into the meaning of so many things: Love, Beauty, and relationships. You have to put something into it or else it will fall apart. What an epiphany eh? So heed my words friends and put something into it! Oh, and just as a side note, I put my clothes back on top of the box and it remains empty. have fun ^_^
Spring Arbor University has accepted me as a undergraduate student for the fall 2003 semester. Isn't it exiting!? Next year I will shake off the shackels of the lowly Community college student, and place on the robe of the full fledged university student at a university that would be a college, exept for 7 graduate programs that they offer, Aren't they cute? This will also enable me to become a bitter SAU student and follow in family tradition. Well enough of this... on to my running on linux
Ta da!!! I am Linux Compatable now.. I am so linux compatable that I am writing this very thing from a linux system itself! Feel my power feel my leetness, feel me actually breaking down and reading the readme file. I can finally play Warcraft III on my linux system and it runs smoother than it did on Windows XP and the funny thing is that I am playing it through a emulator, so it is not even going through the raw os it is running on a program that is running on my Raw OS. Pretty sweet! Now that I have concered linux, I can go and take over the world, like any self respecting Supervillan (thanks for the link and the support Xian, I would have spent a couple more weeks of being frustrated with out you man)
I was listening to NPR on the way home from work, and there was a segment in all things considered where there was an interview with author Norman Mailer, and he said something that I believe is a very true statement. That is that in writing a book or story the most important thing to consider is character development, not plot. Start a story with the charcters and end with the plot. to listen to the entire interview click here. Thought this would be previlant to those writers that read this blog, if they care or not.