Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in mot_typical's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006
7:57 pm	Busy Times So... I've been putting out countless job applications since I got to college. And so far... I haven't even gotten a fucking call back. All that changed, today. Awhile ago while I was messing with this new search engine (ChaCha.com), this guy said he'd put in a good word for me if any openings came up. I didn't really give it much thought, at the time, and quickly put it out of my mind. Today I went sorting through the various pieces of junk mail and newsletters that tend to collect in my mailbox when I saw a letter from ChaCha.com inviting me to be one of their many (tortured) guides. Query: What is a guide? Answer: A guide is someone who searches the internet for you. So instead of you going to Google, Yahoo!, or any of a number of other countless search engines, I use my fancy job tools and search almost all of them at the same time FOR you. I don't get paid hourly - as near as I can tell, I get paid per minute of "active searching." So if I'm in a session with you, I believe I get paid for the amount of time I spend sorting through sites... There are other factors, I just haven't discovered them all, yet. Oh. Another thing: School shootings. Journalists have been drawing ties left and right between what happened at Columbine and what happened at Bailey. I want to slap the journalists for being so fucking stupid. Columbine was carried out by two students, NOT a single adult. More over, they were two students who WENT TO SCHOOL THERE. The man who went to Bailey wasn't even from the area. The Bailey shooting was more similar to the Dawson shooting in Quebec and to the recent shooting in Pennsylvania. Examples: ----- In Bailey, a man who lived in a neighboring town (but not actually FROM Bailey) entered a specific room, and targeted a specific type of person: short, blonde girls. All the boys and the teacher were released prior to the shootings. And then what happened? The shooter released the girls he held captive one at a time: this suggests he was looking for a specific girl. Also, he made a motive immediately clear to police as to why he went into the school that day: sex. He "sexually assaulted" the girls he held hostage. The man scouted out the school for over a week from his car (where he was staying during his visit to Bailey). In Quebec, as I understand it, the shooter was also not from the school, but lived in the area. Whether or not he targeted a specific person or not is debateable - 9 of his 59 shots were in the belly of the same person (the one that died), and after that people described his shootings as "random." Also, the shooter scouted out the area he was going to carry out the shooting at for over a MONTH before he actually carried it out. The shooter had a suicide note on his person. In Pennsylvania, a milkman from a neighboring town stormed an Amish school, and proceeded to shoot and kills six little girls. This man scouted out the school for at least two days in advance, and obviously contemplated carrying his plan out for quite awhile longer than that, as he hid suicide notes regarding his plan around his home, and had a suicide note on his person. ----- There was another school shooting where the principle was shot and killed, but I don't think those really tie into these scenarios I linked together. The one in which the principle died, a student was the shooter, and a staff member was the victim. In all the other shootings I listed, it was an outsider as the shooter, and a student as the victim. Please, please, PLEASE feel free to correct and educate people when you hear them making stupid mistakes about those shootings. Feel free to link them to this explanation or even to copy-and-paste it to them. But I'm tired of people making less than well thought out comparisons regarding these school shootings. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
10:09 pm	Update Time: With a QUIZ So... it's my first night in my dorm. I met my roomie: his name is Matt(hew) Swan, and he seems like a nice guy, so far. He's got a lot more car knowledge than I do. Oh well... He's from California, and a mechanical engineering major. Cool stuff. I'm supposed to have two other roommates, but they haven't shown up yet. Don't know what's going on there - hopefully they've dropped out, though. That would leave me and Mat with a room big enough for four: easily the largest room in any of the dorms, split two ways. Not a bad deal. My parents and I went out and bought a lot of stuff for my room. A new desk lamp, a stapler, some scissors, a minifridge, a microwave... important stuff like that. My parents spent a lot of time and money getting me ready for college, and I dunno... it makes me feel bad that I'm only recently realizing just how much I'm going to miss them. And my dog. :*( Got a lot of music on my computer, though, compliments of my brother back in Gunni (thanks, Blake!). That'll help. Oh. And I have a DVD player on my comp now, too. That means I can watch movies. And with my 8mbs download / 3.5mbs upload, I'm pretty well set for internet, too. Rawk on. I saw Sarah, today. We had dinner together, and went out to Cold Stone. She had a Founder's Favorite, and I had a Very Vanilla (?) milk shake. Both were delicious. I saw her house, she saw my dorm - suffice to say, a good time was had by all. She seemed pretty upset afterwards, though... I don't think she was quite ready to say goodbye. Oh well, there's still a lot of time left in the school year to spend together. To all (three) of my dedicated readers... I hope you're doing well ;p Hopefully I'll see you all again soon. -David EDIT: Aw crap. I forgot that I intended to include a quiz >.<;; Ummmm... which weighs more: all the trains that pass through Grand Central Station in a year, or the weight of all the trees cut down to print U.S. currency in a year? (Stupid simple hint: I just watched Inside Man) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 8th, 2006
1:28 pm	Stagnation My Live Journal has kind of fallen into disrepair, as I stopped updating a few... months... ago. I hope people still check from time to time to see how I'm doing. As of my last update, I no longer work at Mario's. I got a job at House of China - I stopped working there, too. I got a job working constuction - I stopped working there. And now I work at the Palisades. I start today. In 1.5 hours, to be precise. Just started Facebook - don't know how much I like it, yet, seeing as how I haven't really gotten to use it much. And that's all I feel like saying. If you want more, call or post. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006
5:26 pm	Catching up... It's been a while - over two weeks, in fact. I'm not going to give you the play-by-play, because quite simply, it would take TOO LONG (see: WAY TOO LONG). But I will give you a brief recap of the highlights: Three weeks ago, Sarah got out of school for spring break. We were essentially inseperable - a good time was had by all. We basically just hung out - there isn't a lot to do in Gunni >.< After Sarah's spring break ended, mine began - I didn't even miss a beat, I just hopped in the car with Sarah and drove out to Ft. Collins with her. We went to the mall (a few times), I bought some clothes, we hung out with her friends, I got to see/eat the dorm food, played card games, I introduced her to 'zuma', and we watched National Treasure. My parents and I had a miscommunication about when I needed to get back to Gunni. I needed to get back on Friday in order to work. They assumed Sunday was fine. I call my boss (the owner) and inform, beg, plead, etc. to try to get my shift covered and make sure that they at least know I won't be able to make it Friday night as I cannot magically create a car out of thin air and make a five-and-a-half hour drive. My lovely girlfriend offered to drive me back to Gunni (which would have cost her time with her family AND eleven hours of driving time at no real benefit to herself. I wouldn't have accepted because I'm not that selfish, but it didn't matter since my boss fired me over the phone. I worked at that resteraunt for almost a year - always a very dedicated worker, a good employee - I covered peoples' shifts when they just wanted to go trashed, and yet I was fired at the drop of a hat. One employee told me that he was going to a concert and wouldn't cover my shift. A concert. >.> The other employees I asked NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BACK. After seeing how rediculous it is there, I'm kind of happy I don't work there anymore. Only problem is that now I have to find a new job ::sigh:: In other news, my dad quit his job, which consequently means that I will not be getting that free car I talked about (probably). Evidently, the car was coming through a man my dad knew because of his job, and my dad won't feel good asking about it now that he's quit. Can't blame him either, really. But whatever. My stepmother's mom died. Much sadness to be had by all. Even me. It's a very humbling experience to be confronted by death - to realize that eventually, you will have to face something that there is absolutely no empirical evidence, no data, no facts, no hints, no way to prepare yourself for. It makes you really appreciate the world in a different light; the world is a very beautiful place, and I think the saddest thing about death is that it means I might not be able to enjoy earth anymore. That and I don't like the idea that man has only one chance on earth, and then he's dead - alone, isolated, without any kind of stimuli. That's kind of scary to me, I'm not going to lie. I'd choose Hell, an eternity of torture and torment over simply ceasing to exist (either physically or spiritually). But that's just me. I don't know exactly how hard my stepmom took it - I left the same night, because my dad was talking about getting her good and sauced up. That's all I'm going to say for now. Except... I love you, Sarah! (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 5th, 2006
7:21 pm	Surprise! I'm BACK! So. Two letters - and they can mean so much. Like, "Science Olympiad." Fun in its own right (mostly the trip, although the competetion can be fun, as well), but infinitely better when it also means I can see Sarah. First, the facts: I got a 4th place, 6th place, 14th place, and 16th place finish. 4th was in a building event (I built a trebuchet - that's 'catapult' to those unfamiliar with them), 6th was in Fermi Questions (basically guesstimating to the nearest power of ten... actually can be quite tricky, especially since my partners never actually know anything), 14th was in Physics, and here I'll pause. I was robbed. This ranking is complete and utter BULL. We were supposed to calculate the muzzle velocity of this dart gun and then calculate the distance it would fire from any height we desired (fired parallel to the ground) - my partner and I calculate the muzzle velocity VERY accurately, fire level with the top of a short stool and WE ARE WITHIN THREE CENTIMETERS of the target. THREE. The team that went after us was SEVEN centimeters off (over TWICE as INaccurate) and got THIRD place. We got 14th. Can you say "bull"? We can. Our coach talked to the judge rep for the event. Rep told us that the judges left and we could fuck ourselves. I am NOT happy. I want the medal that I earned. Moving on. 16th was in Circuit Lab, and we certainly deserved 16th. We short-curcuited, burned, and blew-up almost anything we came in contact with. My team got 3rd place overall (out of 28 teams, the majority of which were at least twice the size of our school with much larger tax bases to pay for all their projects), which is as good as our school has ever done (the last time being six years ago). Sarah and I spent a lot of time together, and it made me really sad to have to say good-bye to her so soon after getting to see her again. But still, really grateful I got to see her at all. With any luck at all I should be seeing her again this weekend ^_^ In other news, I've been given a FREE italian sports car. It's 1979 and not currently running (minor engine repairs are needed, as well as a brake job and some light body work). Supposed to be a real beauty despite the fact it's old and kinda run-down. Only drawback? It's a standard. So I guess I'll have to really buckle down and get good with a standard ::gag:: ::cough:: ::barf::. My parents are being really stupid (as usual). And that's all there really is to say for today. If you read this (and I'm pretty sure you will), Sarah - I love you! (Comment on this)
Monday, February 20th, 2006
6:31 pm	Stuff... lots and lots of stuff No. I didn't get a *LOT* of presents. Heck, I haven't even gotten a lot of money for my birthday - but I *did* get one of the greatest birthdays EVER. I complain a lot, and most of the time it's completely unjustified. I live in an okay home, with pets that behave okay, and with parents that aren't too overbearing and really do care (most of the time). For a nice change, I have NOTHING at ALL to complain about. There were some quarrels, there were some tiffs... but the weekend was wonderful. I wouldn't change a bit of it. FRIDAY : I ARRIVE We left early on Friday to see Sarah and Beth - Sarah's younger sister, Rebecca (Blake's girlfriend, if any of you crazy Blake/Becca fans are spying my journal) drove for about two hours until we got to Buena Vista. I take over at this point. I drive for the next two hours. I don't know highway names or anything - but I *can* say that I went through Eisenhower tunnel, which was kinda fun. Long trip short: we make it to Ft. Collins-Mix and we crash at the Colorado Mills mall for an hour. I do some window shopping, but with my b-day still coming up, I was hesitant to buy anything. I settle for buying lunch, thinking that even if someone *had* bought me lunch for my b-day, I could always eat it then. Sarah gets out of class - I don't really remember the rest of the day, except that I cuddled/held some part of her for rest of the day. Night-time comes, Sarah's family goes to bed, we stay up and talk/cuddle/kiss. It was wonderful to have her in my arms again ^_^ Sarah goes to bed at about 1 or 2. I sleep on the sofa (very contented-like). SATURDAY : MY (OUR) TEN MONTH My memory has never been wonderful, so forgive me if I mix-up details between days - I should still be able to recount all the details from the weekend, even if not on the appropriate days. On that note, I'll try to recount the events of SATURDAY. I wake up to Sarah kissing me - a sure sign that it would be a good day. We have pancakes for breakfast. Sarah is flipping them like a pro with a pretty cool flexible spatula - nice and lightly browned; just about perfect, really. Becca tells Sarah she'd be a good mom, and Sarah is pleased as punch. The whole gang headed over to the library and such - Sarah sat in my lap for a little while, which was basically the highlight of the sojourn. I realized that I left my cell at Beth's house. And Sarah called me three times before we knew that I didn't have my cell with me. I was really amazed at how large their library is. I guess I've been out of big cities too long, because it wasn't *HUGE*... yet compared to my own local library, it seemed like the Library of Congress. I *think* we next headed to... Old Navy. Not the most exciting store, ever - but then again, I'm not head-over-heals for clothes... not for myself, anyway - I rather like it when Sarah gets all dressed up, though ^_^ and I don't even really mind dressing myself up, on occassion - there's no substitute for looking good. Becca/Sarah buy some Yoga pants (for Sarah) that look very nice on her (a gift from Becca - Sarah helped pick it out). I buy Sarah some Strawberry chapstick - I tried it... it doesn't really keep your lips from drying out too well, but it still tastes pretty good (heh) - it was still a nice gesture, though, and I'm sure she appreciated it. We head to the mall. Becca, Beth, Sarah's mom all head into Victoria's Secret - of course we don't; that would just be awkward. We go into Bath and Body Works and discover we have surprisingly similar taste in smells. I hassle a clerk about a shampoo bottle that has a label that says in big, bold letters, "TRY ME!". Shampoo. Try me. Ha. Lack of shower comments ensue. We wander around the mall - Sarah looks at some clothes (I think she looks fabulous in everything). I buy three pairs of (jeans) pants (pairs of pants, despite the name, consist of only one object). Following this, we head to Cheba Hut - a place Sarah says (with no hesitation) has "the best sandwiches." I noticed the slogan was ' "Toasted" Subs ' and laughed to myself about the possible misunderstandings that could arise from a slogan like that. Then I noticed the palm-trees in the logo bore a startling likeness to marijuana leaves. Sandwich names included: "Acupolco Gold", "Majik Mushroom" (I think), and several other very HEAVY drug references. I laughed pretty hard. Lots of The Marley on the wall. Don't know if they were just making a really big joke, hinting not-too-subtly that they were drug-friendly, possibly advertising for some sort of second line of sales... none of those would surprise me. One of the wall pictures had the store logo housing a bunch of guys smoking a bong. I was too afraid to laugh, in case Sarah's mom asked what I thought was so funny. Becca seemed equally in the dark, and I didn't know a way to explain without piqueing her mom's interest/suspicions. It's all good, though. I had the "Acupolco Gold", in case you were wondering. Garlic'n'herbs bread with a spicy BBQ sauce, chicken, bacon, swiss cheese, and some purple onions. Sarah, Becca, and Sarah's mom all had "White Widow"'s - chicken, bacon, lettuce, ranch. Beth had the same sandwich I did (on wheat). It was really good. I tried a bite of Sarah's sandwich - it was good, too (despite the fact I'm not a huge lettuce-on-sandwiches fan). Beth headed off to work later that day. We visited her at Border's and Sarah looked for a gift that Beth could buy for her. I shared a White Mocca with Sarah while Beth ate some food on her break, and Becca had a root beer. Beth gives Sarah's mom directions to a few different haircut places because Becca was feeling the pressing need for a trim. Sarah's mom drops Sarah and I off at Ross so I can look for replacement 'Roos to keep my feet warm (and make it so I can't see my big-toe without taking off my shoes) while she and Becca go check on the haircut places. I discover that Ross kind of operates on a first-come, first-served basis (aka - snooze ya' loose, suckuh!) and that I wouldn't be getting 'Roos unless I settled for women's 'Roos. Of course I wouldn't even consider that. Aside from probably not having any women's shoes in my size (that I had considered), I went ahead and checked, anyway (out of curiousity! don't judge me!), and saw that they only had purple 'Roos. So I got some Timberland slip-on shoes (size 12) and walked around and looked at clothes with Sarah. Nothing really interested her (or me, actually... it takes a pretty bad set of clothes for me to not like thinking about Sarah in it, and yet they still managed it, somehow). Sarah's mom and Becca show up at Ross - all the haircut places are closed. We head back to the apartment. Ummm... played Nertz that day. It was fun. After the family went to sleep, Sarah and I stayed up, talked/cuddled/kissed. At midnight, Sarah wished me a happy birthday! It was quite sweet ^_^ She went to bed at 1. I went back to sleep on the sofa (very contented-like). This quickly led to... SUNDAY: MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! (and Sarah's mom's) I wake up to Sarah and Beth stirring around. I didn't get a kiss, but I still saw Sarah first thing in the morning, so I wasn't complaining. I wake up two more times before they leave and I DO end up getting a kiss (and a second happy birthday from my Sarah ^_^). Sarah and Beth head to work at The Nursery. I pile out of bed in a half-dazed stupor and demand cereal-type food. "GIMME FOOOOOOOOOD! CEREAL OR DEATH!" Sarah's mom takes me and Becca to some hair-cut place so Becca can get a trim. I initially decide not to get a haircut, but eventually give in when I think about cleaning up my appearance some for Sarah. Becca tries making a few jokes to her stylist - her stylist had the sense of humor of a torturer. Not a grin. Not a chuckle. Nothing. I actually thought Becca was kind of funny - particularly when she pointed out that the water spray bottle was efficiently and simply labeled, "WATER". I sit down for my trim (only a half-inch off all sides, off the neck, off the ears, in case you were wondering), and my stylist is friendly enough. A nice black lady with a terrific sense of humor and a pleasant demeanor. Becca and I start talking since we were sitting right next to eachother. In a round-about we get to talking about Seattle; I describe it as being very rainy - it wasn't always a very hard rain, but it almost always drizzled a little bit each day when I was there. She says to me, "That must have been very romantic - it's, like, every girl's dream to be kissed in the rain." I respond, "Yeah... I guess. You don't think about that much when you're living with your mom, though." Both stylists laugh at that. Both trims take about a grand total of 15 minutes (I tip both stylists $3, even though Becca's stylist was kinda mean... it's not a good idea to risk bad karma by not tipping), and Sarah's mom is out running errands, leaving Becca and me with at least a half-hour to kill in a hair-cut place (salon, whatever... I don't care!). We play with a toddler toy for 5 minutes. Woohoo. Actually kind of a fun trip back down nostalgia lane. I realize I'm actually REALLY tired and want some caffeine - so we walk about a half-block down the parking lot to a Starbucks. I get a REALLY-SUPER-UBER-HUGE-ERIFIC (Starbucks calls this something like "Venti" to confuse you) Vanilla Latte with three shots of straight caffeine and whipped cream. I buy Becca a hot chocolate - I think she got the Not-Quite-As-Large-But-Still-Really-Big-For-A-Medium (Starbucks calls this one something equally foreign and stupid to confuse you... I believe they called it "medium"). We sit and chat - I play with my cell phone and revel in the caffein-ey goodness. Eventually Sarah's mom walks in... evidently she asked the stylists where the two weirdos went and they steered her right towards us. ::shrug:: Go figure. We head back to the apartment. Sarah and Beth get beat us getting back. Sarah makes grilled cheese sandwiches for us for lunch - they were PERFECT. We begin watching "Gangs of New York" - I expected kind of a series of mindless brawls, and was surprised to find it actually had a compelling plot with a pretty good script. Sarah left early in the movie to do some homework - I felt bad about leaving her alone, so I went in and tried to keep her company. I got distracted by the movie, and she felt bad for making me sit there and watch her do homework and told me to leave. I watch the movie until disc 2 and try to go keep Sarah company again. The same thing happens as before. I feel really bad for not paying attention to her. She comes out soon enough, though, and finishes up the movie with us. We have a nice pot roast dinner for Donna'a (Sarah's mom) and my birthday, a cheesecake assortment, and some Ben&Jerry's cookie dough icecream. Sarah gave me two boxes of Oh!s (my favorite cereal... I thought the package was a puzzle when I shook it), the All American Rejects album I asked for, and a nalgene bottle that says, "Happy 18th Birthday!" and "I (heart) you!". I love them all, and am currently using the nalgene bottle she gave me. Sarah's family gave me a $15 gift certificate to Borders - I'm already surfing through my choices. It was a good night. Sarah and I stay up late again (fancy that!) and cuddle/kiss/talk. Sarah goes to bed at about 1. I go to sleep on the sofa (very contented-like). This leads quickly into... MONDAY : THE DAY I COME HOME I was really sad all day. I tried to have a good time, though. We all went out shoping to find Sarah some eating-wear and stuff - Becca and Sarah's mom got horribly lost, which kinda frustrated everybody. Becca and Sarah kinda have a scuffle in the parking lot. Sarah and Becca cry and stop talking to eachother (and me). Beth comes to the rescue!!! We decide to eat lunch before leaving at the Cracker Barrel. Sarah and Becca have a *VERY* touching appology session and then we have a good lunch. Quite possibly the best lunch I've ever had (in the emotional sense... but the food was good, too!). We drive back. I nearly cry on the ride home. I sleep a lot. I talk to Sarah when I get back and cry a little when I go to bed. AWESOME TRIP!!! I LOVED SEEING MY SARAH! I love you, baby! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
8:58 pm	Feh Kind of a shitty night. Sarah is angry. Evidently V-day sucked. Can't say mine was great, but at least I had things go right. I hope she gets to feeling better. (Comment on this)
8:10 pm	Good news!!! Somehow - I repeat, SOMEHOW - I got all my shifts off. IN-CON-CEIVABLE!!! I get to see my Sarah! <^.^< <^.^> >^.^> Other'n that, people tip poorly on V-day, evidently. 10% tips all day, even though I literally ROCKED the whole shift through. Kinda weird. People are supposed to be like, "My girlfriend is here - I will impress her with my big tips." But no. They're like, "My girlfriend is here - I will impress her by being a snobby, poor tipping bastard." What else? Not a lot, really. Still waiting to hear from CSU. I aced a Calc II test. Everything seems to be going well. If you read this, baby, I want you to know that I love you madly, and even though I'm not there, I hope you had a good Valentine's Day. Can't wait to see you on our TEN MONTH anniversary! (Comment on this)
Monday, February 13th, 2006
3:47 pm	Keep the hit-train rolling Yeah. So I've been moving from one disaster to another for the last week. Thought I had the perfect surprise planned for my girlfriend - schedule conflicts from hell. I resolved them. I go on the trip to surprise her - flowers, candy... the works. Car breaks down on the side of Monarch (a really fucking big mountain). I proceed to freeze for the next three hours and have a shitty weekend. I have the opportunity to go see Sarah THIS weekend. Schedule conflicts from hell - including a double. I thought I had them all covered, but I forgot about Friday. I tell Sarah about my triumph and only end up upsetting her. The conversation hits a high-point when she says "F-you". I feel uber-shitty. Seriously. Still time to get Friday off, though, so I haven't given up. Thought for the last two-weeks :"Why do we fall, Bruce?" "So we can get kicked in the fucking face, Albert." If when I try my hardest I still fail, why on earth should I keep trying? (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 8th, 2006
4:34 pm	Feelin' shitty enough to merit an update I don't know why, but lately I've just been feeling shitty. Actually, I *do* know why. I've had lots of dreams lately where Sarah leaves me - in those dreams, I don't even blame her because I know I'm completely unworthy. Even though there's no reason to believe she'll leave me, those dreams just seem to creep up on me while I'm awake and shake-the-hell out of me. Going to sleep has become the worst part of my day. There's literally nothing worse than knowing you're going to have to suffer through your worst nightmare in vivid-color. If there's a God, he must hate me. Because these dreams have really got me down. And it's not every-other-night. It's EVERY night. I just want her back. I want her back so much... I want to be able to hold her and know that everything's alright. Text can hide emotion like a pro. I can see through almost any pokerface. I don't think she knows how bad I'm feeling right now. Seriously - this is the worst I've ever felt before. I can't seem to stop worrying about whether or not I'm going to screw up "one-last-time" and never see her again. I thought about how much I missed her and broke down into tears. Words aren't beautiful enough to describe how much I love her. There just isn't anyway I can put it to words. When she's with me... I feel complete. I don't wonder where I'm going, or what I'm going to do when I get there. I don't worry about how things are going to turn out. Just being with her is enough. And at the same time, I want to do EVERYTHING to make sure she's proud of me. I want to write a sonnet so beautiful it moves the reader to tears about how wonderful she is. I want to change the world. I want to improve myself in everyway imaginable. I want to be worthy of the immeasureable kindness she's shown me. And I just can't seem to stop crying! I want to tell her how sad I am, but I don't want to seem like some whiny-baby, either. God I miss her. God I love her. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
6:03 pm	Mot? Mot's not here... It's official - I'm not updating until next monday. Suck it up, you're big boys and girls. Here's a little something to tide you over until I *do* update: Work sucked, today. I made $50 take home, but I also discovered my boss has it out for me. Work sucked for Cody awhile back, too, as he lost his job. Cody is a friend of mine. Nice guy. I go to LAN parties at his house. My girlfriend and I are getting along just great. I miss her terribly, but I'm managing to not let it keep me down (too much, anyway). Lately I've been waking up at about 2 in the morning and suddenly exclaiming, "I'm sorry I fell asleep, baby!" only to realize that I'd already said good-bye and hung up several hours before. Don't know what's going on there. Other'n that, I sleep like a baby, often times with pleasant dreams about Sarah. See you bright and early MONDAY. (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 5th, 2006
10:21 am	OMG.... continued efforts?! Yeah. So my girlfriend is absolutely wonderful - I didn't expect to see her until last friday at about 8 o'clock, and she showed up on THURSDAY at about 3 ^_^ Never been more surprised in my whole life. Santa Claus could walk up to me, slap me in the face, profess his profound respect for the Dalai Lama, and punctuate it all by saying, "BIOTCH!" and I wouldn't be more surprised. Best surprise EVER. Pretty much spent the whole weekend with Sarah - spent the night at her house on Fri, and basically every waking moment was spent very near her on Thurs, Fri, and Sat. She left a little while ago - I didn't cry or anything. I was kinda surprised. Then again, saturday night is a different story . What else? Evidently it's X-treme Cheesecake Weekend!!! Everyone and their brother has been attempting to cram pound after pound of cheesecake down my throat. No joke. My dad baked EIGHT this week. That's seven days, eight cheesecakes. Sarah's dad bakes a cheesecake. Two of the resteraunt we ate at offered us cheesecakes. That's a LOT of effing cheesecake. Big surprise came in the mail, yesterday. I applied to a pretty good engineering school here in Colorado (School of Mines), and pretty much expected to be shot down. 5 on my Calc AP exam, 4 on my Physics AP exam, 3 on my History AP exam, still waiting to take my AP english exam, 32 composite on my ACT's (34 on math, 32 on reading, 30 on science)... you see these and wonder why I expect to be shot down. Something like a 3.0 GPA. I'm not in the top 10% of my class - I'm in the top 50%. Barely. So I got this letter back from the college, finally. I didn't even really think about it, I just tore it open, flipped it around the to the front, read the return address "CO School of Mines - Admissions", and think to myself, "Huh. Whatever," and read the letter. "BLAH BLAH BLAH, blah blah blah (blah) welcome to School of Mines, David, we hope you choose to be with us." I wasn't even nervous. I think there might be something wrong with me. For all this, though, I still don't even know if I'll go there. I really want to go to college with my girlfriend... I figure that my GE and basic Engineering credits will be the same no matter where I go, and CSU is a WHOLE lot cheaper than Mines. So I dunno. Maybe I'll decide that being an engineer isn't for me, and that I like programming better. Or that I'd like to pursue a career of being a penniless, obscure author. I honestly don't know. Anyway, had a wonderful weekend with Sarah. Got accepted to Mines. Blake finally added me to his friends list. Overall GREAT weekend. Only thing I can really complain about is that now Sarah is gone. Going to find entertainment soon before depression sets in. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
8:32 pm	Follow through - woohoo Yeah. Overall great day, some how. I figured that between not getting to talk to Sarah today because of work, and then actually having to GO to work, my day would be shitty. Not so. Sarah left me a wonderful message on my cell that I got to read before going to work. Texted me on-and-off DURING work (so good to me!), too. It's a good thing she did those for me, or else I wouldn't have made it through the day. Honest. Work was uber-boring, except for when it was busy as... uhhh... being really, really busy. The really, really busy part was when I was waiting on tables all alone and got slammed by literally TEN tables at the same time. Made decent cash moneys, though. Five hours work - $75 take home. Not too shabby. After getting off work, I was excited as can be to talk to Sarah. She had to go eat dinner T_T <---- (sad face) Got home, realized that I'd left my school bag at work. Not a *big* deal, since I don't carry that much stuff for class, anyway, but still an annoyance. Called back to work and asked if a delivery guy could drop it off - they were nice enough to oblige. Nice guys! ^_^ Talked to Sarah after she had dinner - pretty sure I made her feel really good. She seemed really happy - put a damper on the mood when I had to go to dinner, though. Got done with dinner, my parents are evidenly enforcing their psychotic "I cooked dinner." "I set the table, you do the dishes." policy. Yes, I can understand that cooking dinner is a biggie - the cook should not have to do the dishes. But the idea that setting the table (a whopping 3 places - that's 3 plates, 3 forks, 3 knives) is equivelant to spending twenty minutes doing the dishes (pots, pans, much scouring, washing of wine glasses) blows my mind. Sometimes I hate some of the stupid things they say. Good people overall, though, don't get me wrong - I like them, they just drive me crazy, sometimes. Talked to Sarah after dinner was over (noticing a trend, yet?) - went pretty well. Told her that a guy had offered me a ride to Ft. Collins and that maybe I could see her some weekend. She basically told me that she'd be too busy. Sadness sets in. She gets upset about her family's "screwed-up-ness" and we talk. I don't know if I helped at all... I tried, though. Love her to death, and it breaks my heart when she's sad. Eventually she goes to watch a movie with her friends. I begin updating LiveJournal and notice the disturbingly short list of friends. Gonna go try to enterain myself before I get depressed. Things keeping me going? My love for Sarah, her love for me, and the fact I get to see her in three days. *joy!* (Comment on this)
Monday, January 30th, 2006
6:31 pm	A beginning Hey. Never been much of one for journaling, so it'll be interesting to see how this turns out. Odds are just a few friends will know if this page - anyone else either a wandering person with too much free-time, or a stalker. I've got enough weird shit going on in my life - so if you're a stalker, shove off. Yeah. First entry, and I don't really know where to start. I managed to P.O. my girlfriend, today! Not exactly cause for celebration, I know, but noteworthy none-the-less. It seems no matter how hard I try to please her, I inevitably end up frustrating/irritating/angering her. "It's a sad, sad, situation..." - BFS I love her more than anyone/anything else in the whole world, and it's disheartening to know how often I fall short of the mark in terms of making her happy. She *is* coming down this weekend, though, so that's always a good sign. She goes to CSU, if you didn't already know that. I don't live in Ft. Collins, if you didn't know that, either. What else? Big fan of my adopted brother - Blake. It's kind of unofficial... you know... 'cause there isn't any paperwork, he isn't *really* adopted in any sense of the word, and nobody knows about it. But still! I write a lot. I don't know if anybody out there is interested in short stories or poetry, but I've got an abundance of both. Don't know what else to say, except that somebody needs to keep me on top of this journaling business or else I'll forget and never do it again. And since I know how everyone in the world is anxiously awaiting more details of my mundane life, for me to never journal again would be tragic. Adieu - David (Comment on this)