Somehow I found myself chilling in a room with lots of Christian College Students. Everyone was friendly so I guess I cant complain, it was just kinda odd. Saw a cool band and won their CD in a raffle. Random. Maybe I should think twice about the randomness of that. Perhaps there are forces at work beyond the realm of simple probability. Hmmmm. Tomorrow, chill.
Snow is not fun. Its just not. Maybe when I was in middle school and I didn’t have to walk through it to get places. When I had 3 pairs of boots and I still had time to go sledding. Before my coats were made of wool and it didn’t matter if my pant cuffs were stained with salt. That was then, this is now. Snow sucks, simply stated. It does nothing except annoy everyone, and make driving horrid. Everything is so dead. No playing rugby in the snow, no running on the track in the snow, no sitting on a bench and reading when its snowing.
Today I didn’t even have to use my AK….Seriously though. I am tired, but today wasn’t so bad, it was warm and I ate lots of chicken, in fact thats all I ate for dinner.
I wonder how people can stand to make a webpage entirely out of flash. It would drive me insane. Its tacky enough as it is, I cant imagine programming. For good examples of excellent Flash done in poor taste, visit www.help4flash.com
Winter doesn’t seem to be so bad this year. The sun seems to shine more hours than last year, and the wind isn’t so powerful. No snow has blanketed the city and people can still be seen walking the streets with smiles upon their yet-frozen faces. Mind over matter I guess. I have been up to some artwork, aside from that, just getting ready for pre-season rugby.
*27 June 04*
I find this entry really odd.
*24 Nov 06*
Upon a second look, I don’t find it that odd.
Didn’t leave the house today. Didn’t want to. Just wanted to clean my room, do some laundry and mess around on the computer with some artwork type stuff. Did just that.
I am trying to save up to buy a kick-ass G4. Two problems with that: A. They are expensive. B. Gotta pay the bills.
This is a painful time of year. The wind hurts me face when I am freshly-shaved. The concrete hurts my feet from walking over jagged, unkept sidewalks. Its so painful to wake up when its raining and really painful trying to get back in shape for rugby pre-season. My hamstrings are sore as hell from doing sprints. My hands hurt from doing push-ups on wet astroturf and my ankle is all bruised up from riding that damn razor scooter over some black ice (and dance class didn’t help it)
Tomorrow is a rugby day, which, despite my annoying hurts, will be fun. Im in the mood for swing dancing.
I think its funny how the first thing they cover on the Philadelphia News is how the Eagles game tomorrow is going to cause lots of traffic. The Mayor was at an Eagles rally today. He wasn’t in City Hall doing his job, he wasn’t out riding the streets of crack-heads and disheveled ghetto children, no he was eating pretzels and laughing it up with those South Philly slobs over in Liberty Place, that fake-ass mall that it is. I cant believe I am here until 2004. *bows head in shame*
I hate how my V key craps out all the time. Makes my typing appear southern. (eg whateer, neer)
Its been a while. I guess thats because I don’t feel like updating my webpage when I am sick. I don’t feel like doing anything when I am sick, but thats how life works so I endured 4 days of this work-week so far and it seems as if my cold has finally passed me by.
This weekend I saw Lord of the Rings and Beauty and the Beast. Both were excellent. Slowly, my life is being consumed by Hollywood, one day at a time until, one morning I will wake up and find I have become the biggest phony on the planet, and despite my millions, life will suck.
Jay and I are writing a screenplay. Whats it about? You will find out. This is one of those projects that is going to take a long as hell time to complete since we both lead different and busy lives.
Highlight of the week: going delirious as hell to dance class and picking [play] fights with the entire dance ensemble. Only one girl offered to fight back. I guess thats how it is when you’re the only rugby player, as well as the only male in class. But hey, its fun.
Apparently, I should be a poet. This information has been coming to me quite often recently, as if the whole world finally starting paying attention to what the hell I was saying. Maybe its just my new years resolution to curse less which has caused me to find more colourful and usually quite random substitutes for the ole four letters.
“You open my eyes,” says Ezie Cotler during a conversation about our hometown. Perhaps I do have a gift to convince a high school senior that his suburban cage is actually a really fabulous town, complete with history and culture all its own. Then again, everything sounds like symphony in Maplewood compared to the cacophony of Philadelphia streets. Ezie, if your eyes are opened by me telling you how much I hate this cold and sterile concrete hamster ball know as Philly, you are in for a treat during your first semester at West Point. Take heed.
And as the routine once again reclaims my life I am faced with a new year. Is this good? So far, not really. But the new year will bring new challenges and new changes for adventure to correct the wrongs and the shortcomings of my life thus far. Then again, it also brings the bitter cold of winter. Interesting enough. I really need to get back to the gym.
Ah the new year. A depressing time when I always seem to be stressed to an unjust degree. Its bloody cold these days which doesn’t help my mood in the slightest. I have been lazy with this page but now I am back into the routine of things *argh* I should be able to make regular updates, which is good. I need sleep, its been a long day and so far, a long year.