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Dec. 8th, 2004 @ 08:40 pm
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I haven't really been one to stay committed to any certain thing for long.
Blogger.
It's been a while.
savagetruth.blogspot.comCurrent Mood: not too sure. Listening To: the winds of change |
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It's me, and I'm posting!
My God.
There's not a whole lot for me to say (still), Stud Prod is turning out fairly decent and the Crucible kicked ass (did I really not post about that before?). Following the Crucible, Halo 2 walked down the aisle kicking all of our asses, especially on xbox live...
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If you are also a close follower of Kirill's blog you will have heard about this. I don't care. These ideas are like gold mines.
After a refreshing delve into the world of Ferris Bueller, Ben, Kirill and I had a very deep conversation (and I don't know why, but these things always just happen) about our class, and how all of us are fucked up some way or another. Topics included Ariel, Tiffany, ourselves, Tomek. After Ben hopped off I came to a pseudo-conclusion (I'm not sure it's as simple as this) that our class has people who are concerned about their image and people who don't. The way they interact is still kind of unknown to me (the Posse may or may not be comprised entirely of image-unconscious people), but the classifications remain, I think. In general, a person who doesn't care will get shit from one who does, and vice-versa. I think this might apply outside our class, but here the affects are noticable.
This is why clear-cut nutcases are less interesting psychologically (to me) than semi-normalites like ourselves.
I would love to spend hours thinking about how our class works, but to be honest I don't have a full perspective and it would be skewed.
On a totally unrelated note, if you want a gmail invite email me at silent.cartographer at gmail.com - I'm afraid of putting the real thing out here because I have this suspicion that programs scuttle across the net picking up these adresses to send lots and lots of penis enlargement emails to.Current Mood:  artistic Listening To: Little by Little- Oasis |
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"No, old man, you have not hurt them if they are of good conscience. But you must understand that a person is either with the court or against it. There be no road between. This is a sharp time, a precise time, no longer do we live in the dusky afternoon where evil mixed itself with good and befuddled the world. No, by God's Grace, the shining sun is up, and them that fear not light with surely praise it. I hope you will be one of those. She's not hearty, I see."
Oh yeah, one big line down.
I played mini-golf with my family today at Orchard Links. We played the harder course (orange). I kicked ass, of course (though my sister got a lot of lucky shots)- 47, seven above par. Gr, I had a streak of 2's and 3's until I hit two fours and ruined my par streak. Good game overall.
Those of you who still might not know, I want us to play Halo at my house this Monday, starting at noon, maybe. Unlike Atul's there will be no parents and no time limit. Talk to me about it.Listening To: Hungarion Rhapsody (Popper) |
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So today Barr and I were talking about doing something during the evening, and so he and Jerry decided to come to my house... we talked for a few minutes and then got Ben. Ben was having Kyle and Dan2 over, so we all decided to go to Toys'R'Us and mess around. Jerry, Barr, and I piled into Barr's car and headed off in front of Kyle, Ben, and D2. Somebody- for the life of me I can't remember who- suggested we ditch them, and we did. We turned away and went to Betsy's, picked her up, and spent fifteen minutes trying to break into Kirill's house. All the while Ben was calling us asking where we were, and we kept answering with weird shit like pineapples. We went back to Ben's and found Nick and Michael Pitt, and then the rest came back.
Ben was really really pissed and I can't understand why. He said "fuck you" a lot and named Barr the head asshole of the Posse. I'm not trying to argue anything, I'm just stating things as they went down.
Later we all went to Monical's and ate. Good stuff.
And for an even longer time we ran around Ben's park playing hide and seek, which was marvellously fun and involved some funny stuff, but I'm way to lazy to talk about it right now.
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I don't know why, but this post comes in two parts.
Tomek is inviting the Posse to his house tomorrow, as his parents will be gone. Sounds interesting, I suppose. I think we're actually going. You know, I don't really have much against him, I think it's just the other people pretending, and me pretending to pretend. Whatever, I don't care.
We're also watching Hero at 6.
"Talking to the songbird yesterday
flew me to a place not far away
she's a little pilot, in my mind
singing songs of love to pass the time
gonna write a song so she can see
give her all the love she gives to me
talking about the days that are yet to come
I never felt this love from anyone
...she's not anyone"
Sep. 16th, 2004 @ 11:51 pm
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| » Beating the Devil |
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My status in the Crucible is now officially "cast," as today I was told by Max Goldberg that I'd gotten the role of Deputy-Governor Danforth. Haha, Danforth. I really hope they didn't put me in there just for the name similarity.
Nothing spectacular happened today; Lauren talked about riding the bus again (is she ever going to actually do it? I wonder...), I scraped by the Japanese 5 quiz and the Calc homework, Ben and Sarah did their usual take-people-out-just-to-end-up-watching-a-rentertainment-video.
I drank about 4 cups of green tea today, which is strange because I wasn't really into tea that much until I decided to pick up a packet from Sensei's office. It stayed in my pocket until dinner, when I opened it up and tried it. Not bad, really. Beats the aftertaste of coffee any day.
For some reason, the chapter in "It" called "George Denbrough Beats the Devil" was lodged in my head today. "Hiyo, silver, awaaay!" Strange, but somehow satisfying.
Sep. 16th, 2004 @ 11:39 pm
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| » Fucking agonizing |
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Repeat after me, "I will not get stressed about essays."
I think that in most situations when you're faced with something to do, you have to realize how you're above the task. This way you can write essays, do calculus, physics, and the like as if they were smooth diarrhea.
That's the tip of the day.
"Quack quack, feathers on my belly..."
-Anyone care to explain?
Sep. 15th, 2004 @ 05:06 pm
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Karaoke was helluva fun. Wonderwall, Thriller, Hooked on a Feeling, Hit Me Baby One More Time... (no Bohemian Rhapsody- :-( ) It was good stuff.
You know, I think I'll audition for The Crucible. My inner Drama Queen seems to be calling me.
Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 02:21 pm
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| » I've, been working on the railroad... |
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all the live long day, oh I've been working on the railroad....
Yeah, this weekend's going to be pretty crazy. I think half of it is going to be because I'm a compulsive worrier, the other half because I'm a lazy bastard at heart. But either way, Saturday and Sunday definitely WON'T be devoted to fun and games. Well, I haven't even started my English paper (no big suprise there, I guess), I need to make up my Creative writing stories (running total: > 8 pages), I need to finish up the nitty-gritty parts of my COMMON APPLICATION (plus Yale Supplement), I need to think I'm ready for the Physics SAT II, I have to get started on essays for the U of I (damn them and there newly found attentiveness), and on top of all that I'm gonna have to worry about how I'm going to get my powerclip into school. Kirill has 21 points, 21 POINTS! This is ridiculous. I have 4! 4!!!
Also, I think we should propose Murder to StudCO. What's the harm? If they say we can't do it inside, we can't. Are they gonna ban us from shooting each other outside, too? I think not, my friends.
And, let me get this down. The "rogue" rule needs to be done away with. If you get yourself, you draw a new card. Simple as that. No need for overpowered killing machines, too. Maybe, for a little spice, you get a point for drawing yourself, but that's it. My original idea, I think, might work a little better: if you draw yourself, you get to spend a day or two hunting inactive or winning players, in a judgement style. You DON'T get points for killing these players, though, they just lose an amount.
Weapon balancing: I think that there should be four categories: rapid-fire, semi-automatic, single-shot, and heavy. For rapid-fire guns, the kill amount should be at least somewhat greater than 2. Say, 5. For semi automatics (i.e. Ben's Six Shooter, Kirill's Glitter Gun), the kill amount is half the clip, rounded down. They at least should be enough to prevent slaughters from occuring. Single-shots are fine as they are. 2 shots kill. Maybe a bonus for back attacks? If you get ambushed it's your own damn fault, and they should be rewarded for it. Heavy Guns: 1-hit-kill. Ammo must be limited, reload time must be long.
: If the various limits become confusing in teamed attacks, then the limit whould just be the largest in the group. For instance, if I am attacked by a Rapid Fire 20, a Powerclip, and a pistol, 5 darts total will kill me. Either that, or you just them all together (probably not a good idea).
Sep. 10th, 2004 @ 05:26 pm
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| » Senior Pictures! |
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I think that we as a group (Posse), plus any other people we like, should get together some day to get our senior pictures taken. It'll be a picture fest! Also we'll get it done and own't have to worry about the deadline.
Sep. 10th, 2004 @ 04:41 pm
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| » Oh, sweet Yang of Mine |
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Sweet Yang of mine, you are so pretty
frolicking around Uni like a blind mime
whenever I see you, you are so witty
Unlike me, who can't even rhyme
You ask me during first
about calculus problems, even though
you don't realize I've been cursed
with an integral of woe
Yang, for you niether poem nor prose
can do you justice, emotions become
quite intangible with you. Even a rose
knows that your nose hasn't a bump
(but your ear does)
Sep. 5th, 2004 @ 03:41 pm
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| » Complulsory Post-School Week Post |
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Yeah, school's okay. Kovaks caught my little schedule error, and made me fix it. I am now taking programming fourth.
I wrote a "schmaltzy" essay on playing in an orchestra for the Yale Early Choice/Single Decision/Whatever program. Hope it works. I'm sending it by a few people first, though, like any good writer. Blah.
Uh, The Exorcist was cool. Probably beat the Howdy Hop, where everybody else was. I was sort of torn between the two events, but opted for solitary entertainment rather than social gathering.
Is anything going on? Not really. Murder is supposedly going to start tuesday, but besides that life is being its usual Dannish self.
Today's word is "Taciturn"
Sep. 4th, 2004 @ 10:34 pm
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| » Night Shift |
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I usually don't remember dreams, but when they're as creepy as last night's, I can't help recalling them.
It started out normally; we were bowling again and this time you could have called me CAPTAIN HOOK because I was dishing out hooks and strikes like a pro. That was normal dream stuff. But then things just twisted up. All of the Posse, along with a Gandalf-type elderly figure, came to my house for what I think was a sleepover. Strangely enough, a group of mean and nasty centennial students were doing the same across the street, but they didn't even get mentioned later on and they don't matter. What matters is that after a while these purple-wooden bison with red paint on their hind-legs started ringing the door-bell. Apparently there was something dangerous to these fantastical creatures because whenever I spotted one I would always run to the door to make sure it was locked. There was one close call where the door started to open before I could slam into it and lock it again (somehow the locks never stayed locked). We all stayed under the persecutions of the beasts for the entire night before they left in the morning, causing us to cheer in the streets: "we're free!"
My last non-waking thought was, "but they could be back!"
And about Lauri's party, you may say I didn't break any ice, but when I can now comfortably ignore the other people I consider it ice well broken.
Aug. 27th, 2004 @ 03:45 pm
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| » Grade A Beef |
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So, in around two hours I'll be off to Lauri's party- whether or not any "class beef" will be settled is still anyone's guess, but I personally don't think there will be too many confrontations... I've also been told to wear as much white as possible, a notion I'm likely to consider.
This party is basically my way of re-adjusting myself to the people I haven't seen since June, not a way to settle any of my harbored grudges (of which there are few). I was really introverted at Book Bar, and I'd like to get that feeling done with as soon as possible. So, to give tonight a name- it will be my official Ice-Breaking to the Other Side of the Hall.
Also, school starts in a week or so. Damn.
Aug. 21st, 2004 @ 05:26 pm
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| » Grrr |
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Well, Jerry made his icon from that Spiderman strip, effectively stealing my idea of doing the same (well, it wasn't my idea to begin with, but it seems like a really good idea now that he has done it)... but no matter! I still have the Mysterious Cross-dresser.
I hate it when I feel pressured to blog, it gives me this sense of false obligation to please the few people who even enjoy reading my blog (expert's estimate: 0), and that just makes things really sour, in a Warheads kind of way. It also instills into me a fear that I might be drawling on about really trivial day-to-day things like a shallow fool. And currently everything that goes on in my day is trivial (unless you count the mosquito hunt yesterday night in my room).
So, when I could be talking about my highly heirarchical music tastes, my opinion on political minorities, my more-than-vaguely-dorky dreams (read: kirill, no offense), or that Beyonce music video that just came out, OMG, I'm forced to talk about how I hate inane blogging.
18 Days of Summer left- oh, what to do?
Aug. 11th, 2004 @ 04:55 pm
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| » Damn this blog |
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So I was bored and found my way to my own blog... I like comments and so I decided to see if anybody had done so. Jerry claims that one of my posts isn't really a post and so I didn't post it; Meredith said happy birthday. Nothing to have a hernia over, I guess.
I drove over to the library today and got the two books I have to read for school. I figure I'll read them when I'm really bored. For now, though, I have to worry about picking up Python, a language that reminds me of Visual Basic, except for the fact that visual basic is significantly easier to use... oh well. If I'm being paid for it I might as well do it. Speaking of paying, I got money for my birthday! I feel loved, because we as a group tend not to give monetary gifts to each other, no matter what the situation. The entire routine on Saturday worked quite well, except Ben got really mad at Max for not picking him up. Bowling was ok except I sucked as usual, and i figured out I'm better than most at DDR, a game I haven't touched until yesterday. Though I guess that game in Japan was kind of similar. Man, that one was hard. I can't remember the name, though! It was like, Pop'n'Beat Music, or Beatz'n'Rhymez (oh wait- that's 107.1), or something. Maybe I'll ask Domier. Anyways, mini golf turned out well - 44! - buying food and cooking it was good, and so was Reservoir Dogs. All in all a good day.
Aug. 1st, 2004 @ 08:29 pm
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| » L is for License |
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Turned 16 yesterday, got my license (after 2.5 hours of waiting). Very exciting.
And no, I'm not in the mood for extensive blogging.
Jul. 30th, 2004 @ 11:58 am
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| » That's RIGHT! |
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I'm posting on my LJ! Oh my god!
So, this summer can me summarized as us (the posse) fooling around and enjoying it. I can't really say too much about it.
Bleh. Blogging can be difficult at times.
Jul. 17th, 2004 @ 12:25 pm
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| » Back, for good |
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Well, I'm finally back in Champaign.
Those ten days were a literal blur- I can barely remember what we did each day. This kind of thing is common for me, especially when I'm eager to get back.
I read two books over the duration of the trip: The Da Vinci Code and Angels & Demons, both by Dan Brown. I liked the latter, but when I read the former I got bored by Brown's consistent formula:
1 Harvard Symbologist + 1 Really Hot Murder Victim Relative + 2 Secret/Radical Orginizations + 10,000 betrayals = Best-Seller.
Don't get me wrong, I respect this guy for all the research he put into the two books (making the books somewhat enlightening and worthwhile) and I think he's a deent writer, but after reading the two in succession I just feel he needs a little more creativity.
That's all I have to say, really.
Jul. 11th, 2004 @ 09:34 am
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