7.6.04
SkiDawg111784: Well see...actually I don't personally know where it is...I have two friends that both know really specific clues, and I think with the three of us we should be able to find it real' quick....and tell mr. linnenkohl jr. that if he does "he's entering into a world of pain"...(actually....no...not really...I'll probably just be like wtf)....anyway...jb out
6.6.04
winding down to the end of the quarter. it is immensely sad to see everyone dragging their stuff down the elevators, and leaving behind empty rooms, devoid of posters, decorations, and the life that once dwelled there. i wish we could have a few weeks of just fun, where we had no classes and we just went and canoed and camped and saw shows and went to the movies and stuff. Alas, UW wants us out 24 hours after our last final. For me, that is 10:30 AM on Wednesday, but I doubt I'll be gone by then... I'll probably leave sometime on Thursday. There are some things I gotta wrap up before I get outta Dodge.
last night, in celebration of a fantastic first year here, our floor made the 20-minute drive to Alki Beach and played around for a few hours. I was pumped up and ready to play some tackle football in the sand, and I wasn't disappointed... we played a great game, going barefoot in the sand littered with cinders, cigarette butts and the occasional piece of glass. Needless to say, we all came away with filthy feet and sand in every nook and cranny in our clothing. Sadly, I had to stop early because my new ear piercing got tugged, lost its backing and ripped a slight bit. That should teach me to play contact sports while wearing jewelry. But it was still a fun time, because after I got back from cleaning the blood off my ear, we ate smores and listened to music around the campfire, and then attempted unsuccessfully to make a six-layer human pyramid for about half an hour. We also had fun going to other campfires down the beach and making people believe that the Tajikistani and I were German exchange students. They posed for pictures with us and asked us how we liked America... hahaha we are dorks, but it was so much fun.
I just got back from cheesecake factory with a few of the good ol' gang from oly, and now i've got to make up for lost time and hit the books. i'll be back in oly in a few days, probably thursday, and from there it's a matter of days before I touch down in Germany. At any rate... more later.
last night, in celebration of a fantastic first year here, our floor made the 20-minute drive to Alki Beach and played around for a few hours. I was pumped up and ready to play some tackle football in the sand, and I wasn't disappointed... we played a great game, going barefoot in the sand littered with cinders, cigarette butts and the occasional piece of glass. Needless to say, we all came away with filthy feet and sand in every nook and cranny in our clothing. Sadly, I had to stop early because my new ear piercing got tugged, lost its backing and ripped a slight bit. That should teach me to play contact sports while wearing jewelry. But it was still a fun time, because after I got back from cleaning the blood off my ear, we ate smores and listened to music around the campfire, and then attempted unsuccessfully to make a six-layer human pyramid for about half an hour. We also had fun going to other campfires down the beach and making people believe that the Tajikistani and I were German exchange students. They posed for pictures with us and asked us how we liked America... hahaha we are dorks, but it was so much fun.
I just got back from cheesecake factory with a few of the good ol' gang from oly, and now i've got to make up for lost time and hit the books. i'll be back in oly in a few days, probably thursday, and from there it's a matter of days before I touch down in Germany. At any rate... more later.
4.6.04
2.6.04
bigaxl67: tell skidawg somtin fer me
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
bigaxl67: tell skidawg somtin fer me
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
'Look!' cried Montag.
And the war began and ended in that instant.
Later, the men around Montag could not say if they had really seen anything. Perhaps the merest flourish of light and motion in the sky. Perhaps the bombs were there, and the jets, ten miles, five miles, one mile up, for the merest instant, like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand, and the bonbs drifting with dreadful swiftness, yet sudden slowness, down upon the morning city they had left behind. The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their bombardier at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a scythe the war was finished. Once the bomb release was yanked, it was over. Now, a full three seconds, all of hte time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
-from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/ Unitarian, Irish/ Italian/ Octogenarian/ Zen Buddhist, Zionist/ Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/ Republican, Mattachine/ FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the ruse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.
-from "Coda" by Ray Bradbury (epilogue to Fahrenheit 451)
And the war began and ended in that instant.
Later, the men around Montag could not say if they had really seen anything. Perhaps the merest flourish of light and motion in the sky. Perhaps the bombs were there, and the jets, ten miles, five miles, one mile up, for the merest instant, like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand, and the bonbs drifting with dreadful swiftness, yet sudden slowness, down upon the morning city they had left behind. The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their bombardier at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a scythe the war was finished. Once the bomb release was yanked, it was over. Now, a full three seconds, all of hte time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
-from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/ Unitarian, Irish/ Italian/ Octogenarian/ Zen Buddhist, Zionist/ Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/ Republican, Mattachine/ FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the ruse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.
-from "Coda" by Ray Bradbury (epilogue to Fahrenheit 451)
1.6.04
31.5.04
25.5.04
fcooperr: it isnt a 3 story treehouse
Auto response from fcooperr: Goi-men homework.
fcooperr: it is a small one room deal
fcooperr: it is in the backyard of a family named the cornwalls
fcooperr: mormons
fcooperr: their eldest dated my sister
fcooperr: he was a nice guy
fcooperr: up until that whole bank robbing, killing thing bit
fcooperr: kinda soured up after that
fcooperr: just... straightening it out
fcooperr: because that's what I'm good for
fcooperr: or something
Auto response from fcooperr: Goi-men homework.
fcooperr: it is a small one room deal
fcooperr: it is in the backyard of a family named the cornwalls
fcooperr: mormons
fcooperr: their eldest dated my sister
fcooperr: he was a nice guy
fcooperr: up until that whole bank robbing, killing thing bit
fcooperr: kinda soured up after that
fcooperr: just... straightening it out
fcooperr: because that's what I'm good for
fcooperr: or something
bigaxl67: ive been going on hikes with friends searching for the legendary treehouse of william scotty scurlock aka "hollywood"
KillahKyla: anyway, i'd better go
KillahKyla: family guy time
bigaxl67: good fun excersise
bigaxl67: alright bye
KillahKyla: but leave me an away message explaining what the HECK you are talking about, because I have no idea
bigaxl67: ok
bigaxl67: k well about 10 to 15 years ago a man named william scot scurlock moved here from hawii and attended the evergreen state college
Auto response from bigaxl67: family guy time!
bigaxl67: so he lives near here for awhile and starts making meth
bigaxl67: he becomes slightly wealthy and secretively buys 20 acres of land in the forrest
bigaxl67: on this land he built a tree house
bigaxl67: not just any tree house, a three story 75 foot tall tree house
bigaxl67: so this guy gets some friends together, and they very strategicly and periodicly strike seattle's banks
bigaxl67: they steal money from over 17 banks in 1 year
bigaxl67: he got the name "hollywood" since he always dressed up well
bigaxl67: they're final robery was 1.8 million, the biggest heist in american history
bigaxl67: unsuccessful
bigaxl67: cops ran him down and he killed himself
bigaxl67: that was thanxgiving 1996
bigaxl67: now his house is still there
bigaxl67: and were gonna find it
bigaxl67: so thats the story
Auto response from bigaxl67: family guy time!
bigaxl67: oh and its off Overhulse road
bigaxl67: good night kyky
That nice big piece of randomness was bestowed upon us by my wonderful, loving, CRAZY brother. :)
KillahKyla: anyway, i'd better go
KillahKyla: family guy time
bigaxl67: good fun excersise
bigaxl67: alright bye
KillahKyla: but leave me an away message explaining what the HECK you are talking about, because I have no idea
bigaxl67: ok
bigaxl67: k well about 10 to 15 years ago a man named william scot scurlock moved here from hawii and attended the evergreen state college
Auto response from bigaxl67: family guy time!
bigaxl67: so he lives near here for awhile and starts making meth
bigaxl67: he becomes slightly wealthy and secretively buys 20 acres of land in the forrest
bigaxl67: on this land he built a tree house
bigaxl67: not just any tree house, a three story 75 foot tall tree house
bigaxl67: so this guy gets some friends together, and they very strategicly and periodicly strike seattle's banks
bigaxl67: they steal money from over 17 banks in 1 year
bigaxl67: he got the name "hollywood" since he always dressed up well
bigaxl67: they're final robery was 1.8 million, the biggest heist in american history
bigaxl67: unsuccessful
bigaxl67: cops ran him down and he killed himself
bigaxl67: that was thanxgiving 1996
bigaxl67: now his house is still there
bigaxl67: and were gonna find it
bigaxl67: so thats the story
Auto response from bigaxl67: family guy time!
bigaxl67: oh and its off Overhulse road
bigaxl67: good night kyky
That nice big piece of randomness was bestowed upon us by my wonderful, loving, CRAZY brother. :)
23.5.04
20.5.04
so i'm sitting in class, pretending to listen to my english TA. usually when I am bored in class, i take out a piece of paper and write letters to my friends, and sometimes I write stuff that I will later post to my blog... that's where this crazy poetry is coming from. but today i'm lucky - we've got the computer lab so we can learn how to do research. Thanks IB, for already teaching me all of this so i could use this time to enter this valuable blog post. :P
woke up at 8:15 today for my 8:30 chem exam which is about a 15 minute leisurious walk. so once I left my dorm at 8:20, I was scrurrying/running/walking very, very quickly to get to Bagley in time. got there with one minute to spare... felt pretty confident taking it. it was pretty much what I expected. so, yay. of course, i'll prolly get it back and find out it kicked my butt. C'est la vie.
you know what's cool about Xanga? they let you give e-props. I'd like that... some feedback on my blog. oh WAIT, that's what that flooble chatterbox was for, and we all know how that turned out.
well, since the chem midterm is over, i can finally relax. Go to the IMA today, go celebrate the Tajikistani's birthday by going to see Troy with her and the floor, go to acapella rehearsal and have fun. much excited. i could start right now if it weren't for that pesky class thing. psssh. anyway.
oh yeah, and I saw RENT Tuesday night in Tacoma! it was AWESOME. i was soooo excited. i went with a bunch of people who hadn't seen it or heard the music, so afterwards in the car i felt like I was babbling when I kept saying things like "Mimi was really powerful when she sang 'Out Tonight'" and people would respond with "was she the one with the blue pants?" haha. oh well. we also had horrible seats, but you can't expect a whole lot when you buy the cheapest tickets. The guy who sat next to me in during the show was from Central Washington University, and he was seeing RENT for the 6th time. He was dressed up like Mark, and we discussed how Joanne and Roger were poorly cast, Joanne because she wasn't butch enough, and Roger because his hair was too long. But then, Roger could have cut his hair, and that would probably have been okay, because he had a good voice. Aaaaanyway. Next time, i'm taking my brother the second.
You look familar
Like your ex-girlfriend
Only when you smile but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
Do you go to the Cat-Scratch club
That's where I work, I dance. Help me look!
Yes! They used to tie you up...
It's a living.
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs...
We could light the candle
Oh won't you light my candle?
Light the Candle - RENT
(Roger's lines are bold/italic; Mimi's are italic)
woke up at 8:15 today for my 8:30 chem exam which is about a 15 minute leisurious walk. so once I left my dorm at 8:20, I was scrurrying/running/walking very, very quickly to get to Bagley in time. got there with one minute to spare... felt pretty confident taking it. it was pretty much what I expected. so, yay. of course, i'll prolly get it back and find out it kicked my butt. C'est la vie.
you know what's cool about Xanga? they let you give e-props. I'd like that... some feedback on my blog. oh WAIT, that's what that flooble chatterbox was for, and we all know how that turned out.
well, since the chem midterm is over, i can finally relax. Go to the IMA today, go celebrate the Tajikistani's birthday by going to see Troy with her and the floor, go to acapella rehearsal and have fun. much excited. i could start right now if it weren't for that pesky class thing. psssh. anyway.
oh yeah, and I saw RENT Tuesday night in Tacoma! it was AWESOME. i was soooo excited. i went with a bunch of people who hadn't seen it or heard the music, so afterwards in the car i felt like I was babbling when I kept saying things like "Mimi was really powerful when she sang 'Out Tonight'" and people would respond with "was she the one with the blue pants?" haha. oh well. we also had horrible seats, but you can't expect a whole lot when you buy the cheapest tickets. The guy who sat next to me in during the show was from Central Washington University, and he was seeing RENT for the 6th time. He was dressed up like Mark, and we discussed how Joanne and Roger were poorly cast, Joanne because she wasn't butch enough, and Roger because his hair was too long. But then, Roger could have cut his hair, and that would probably have been okay, because he had a good voice. Aaaaanyway. Next time, i'm taking my brother the second.
You look familar
Like your ex-girlfriend
Only when you smile but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else
Do you go to the Cat-Scratch club
That's where I work, I dance. Help me look!
Yes! They used to tie you up...
It's a living.
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs...
We could light the candle
Oh won't you light my candle?
Light the Candle - RENT
(Roger's lines are bold/italic; Mimi's are italic)
18.5.04
Wagner's "Tannhaeuser" is playing over and over in my mind - it keeps coming up as background music in these crazy German films I keep seeing for my various German classes.
Speaking of German. What the heck do I think I'm going to be able to do with it? Ideally I'd minor in it, maybe even get a second major. But with honors, premed reqs, and last but not least a major in biology... I don't think I'll possibly have time for German. Future, looming so close on the horizon. What am I going to do next summer? This summer I'm going to Germany for 2 months, and then working at Dad's office again. but next summer... what to do, what to do.
options:
1. live at home, work at dad's office. Go camping/hiking as much as possible. When autumn rolls around, find a house and make a bunch of friends move into it with you.
2. find a place in Seattle to live for summer and junior year. Take a class over summer (maybe just A or B term), and work in the city.
tough decision, eh?
Speaking of German. What the heck do I think I'm going to be able to do with it? Ideally I'd minor in it, maybe even get a second major. But with honors, premed reqs, and last but not least a major in biology... I don't think I'll possibly have time for German. Future, looming so close on the horizon. What am I going to do next summer? This summer I'm going to Germany for 2 months, and then working at Dad's office again. but next summer... what to do, what to do.
options:
1. live at home, work at dad's office. Go camping/hiking as much as possible. When autumn rolls around, find a house and make a bunch of friends move into it with you.
2. find a place in Seattle to live for summer and junior year. Take a class over summer (maybe just A or B term), and work in the city.
tough decision, eh?
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