| Breaking News |
[May. 22nd, 2008|11:37 pm] |
Speculation has risen over the mysterious lives of the Father-Son duo of P. Gustav Pezon and his father, J.P., if one can call the life of a Mary-head any mystery. Through our investigation unit and reconnaissance, we have determined their strategic logistics and can present to you the rudimentary routine of their individual workday.
J.P. rises from bed at eight, drives to work taking 117th or the Turnpike, depending on which has heavier traffic, while listening to UM The Voice, WQAM or WIOD, until hitting NW 41st in Doral and working 9 to 5 at Superior Truss, designing, fitting, and inspecting truss measurements; it can be reported that most homes in developments from the past twenty-five years have had trusses inspected by J.P. At lunch hour, J.P. drives either to McDonald's, Burger King, or Wendy's, dependent on which location he is sick of the least that day. At five, he leaves, picks up his daughter from a predetermined destination, or heads straight home. On arrival, this individual smokes, proceeding to watch television, work on the same garden section from the past month, not any other abandoned section, or go to Best Buy to buy a new DVD or CD, to watch or listen to it for every day the next two weeks. After dinner, either leftovers or take out, more smoking occurs proceeded by the viewing of ESPN, HBO, or a DVD. Sleep regimen begins between eleven and one a.m.
As for P. Gustav Pezon, unemployment commands his life, so when the student is not attending class he is in the apartment, asleep, or on 4chan, while CNN is playing in the background. On Mondays, Wednesdays, Friday, he sleeps into nine, rings the snooze for fifteen minutes, before driving to class in what he wore to sleep. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he sleeps either until noon or one-thirty, before driving to class at two. Tuesdays and Wednesdays he remains on campus until six in lab, and Wednesdays enjoys a newly-added painting course. To save on electricity, he opts to set up shop in Target Copy or Schlotzkie's - to enjoy the advantage of paying $2.11 on an all-you-can-eat soup bowl with the luxuries of free Wi-Fi - to stay in much more efficient and colder air conditioning. Shy of other individuals, he has no friends and stays the rest of the night on the futon in his apartment while smoking to ease the boredom. Smoking commences between the hours of eight and ten, and firmly believes the apartment is haunted for the following two hours. Sleep begins between the hours of one and four a.m. On weekends, he travels to Atlanta or Tallahassee. Occasionally he wanders, unless he hasn't showered, during which he becomes lazy and puts it off, as well as any other task or assignment, a practice which continues sometimes for weeks on end. Lunch is seldom enjoyed, and dinner consists or leftovers, walks to the corner gas station, nothing, or an ordered box of pizza or cheese sticks, followed by remembering that it was more expensive than he thought because of delivery, tax, and tip, and feeling remorse over this fact. Attempts to ration is over days. Plans to finally diet or Master Cleanse.
If you have any more information, please contact Crime-Stoppers at 1-800-309-355. We intend to lay down all mystery on these compelling and far more entertaining psychic-fugitives. |
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| Today is a good day |
[Apr. 14th, 2008|02:28 pm] |
I got my laptop in the mail today, just as I got to the area office. My computer was brand new, it looked like it was never damaged! Save the missing rubber holds. And as I went to put my battery back in the laptop, I was confused, "Huh, uh, where does this go in . . . I don't see the ports . . . ?" That's when I noticed there was a battery in there already. >_> Gateway sent me a new battery. Fuck yes.
There's just a slight problem: I have no idea where I put my charger.
I also got my 60$ hold taken off my record, so I can register for classes now. Horrah.
I forget the rest. |
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| Spring Break, Summed Up in AIM form |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|03:00 am] |
02:56] Lizzy: mhm my spring break isnt till next week
[02:56] stabme00: i seeee
[02:56] stabme00: same time as georgia tech's.
[02:56] stabme00: i wish mine would've been next week..
[02:56] stabme00: then i wouldn't have been fucked over by daylight's savings!
[02:56] Lizzy: lol
[02:57] stabme00: seriously
[02:57] stabme00: because of DST i missed coca cola world
[02:57] stabme00: it sucked
[02:57] stabme00: it's like - hey, okay, we're here, and it's 4.
[02:57] stabme00: sec guard - LOL WUT?
[02:57] stabme00: clock - JK JK IT'S 5 BITCH
[02:58] stabme00: sec guard - lol he's right. you didn't reset your clock. noob.
[02:58] stabme00: me - NOOOOOO
[02:58] stabme00: coca cola world - i close at 5. bitch.
[02:58] stabme00: clock - o wut a coinkidink --- IT'S 5 O CLOCK BEECH
[02:58] stabme00: me - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
[02:58] stabme00: ... factor in the fact that waffle house took an hour and a half to serve me waffles.
[02:58] stabme00: an hour and a half, lizzy.
[02:59] stabme00: the day before, i got there just a bit after 5, too. because atlanta is the most confusing city to drive in, it took me forever to find. |
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| The Pure and Simple $__TITTIEFUCK__ is Never Pure and Never Simple. |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|04:43 pm] |
I had three very simple tasks to do today, three simple things I told myself I needed to do, because if I didn't, I was fucked. Regardless, these very VERY SIMPLE to do.
1. Speak to Dr. Harris to settle my scholars application, which is due tomorrow.
2. Donate plasma to get a few extra bucks.
3. Go to an interview at 3 PM to relieve my financial situation.
So I went to campus to go see Dr. Harris in his office. Unfortunately, he wasn't there yet, I figured I'd try later. The day was still early (12PM), so I thought I'd donate plasma. I went to the center, and I think I went to the wrong place because everyone in there was black and white trash; apparently there's another center. I stayed anyway, because I really need the cash. They told me the process was two to two and a half hours, because the physical is 45 minutes, the two blood samples is 30 minutes, and the actual donation is about an hour. I told them I had an interview to go to at 3 PM, and decided against it because I might not make it out there in time.
Har, har, WELL! It was a relatively calm day, I decided to try my credit luck and I went to Gator Dawgs, which I spotted on the road and had been meaning to go to. Pretty good, pretty cheap, and I loved the big ass screen TV in the dining area. I headed back out to campus after half-an-hour and tried Dr. Harris again -- turns out he's not there yet . . . so I decided to change and head to the interview early.
Waited, waited, waited. The guy was five minutes late, ten minutes late, fifteen minutes late, a fucking half-hour late, NEVER CAME. Fucking pissed off, I left, and I tried Dr. Harris again. He wasn't there either. I need to run by this damn application with him, get his rec letter, and submit this tomorrow by 3 fucking PM.
And I didn't get any fucking reading done.
This day is a fucking waste of my fucking time. |
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| Being a Student is Tough Shit |
[Feb. 26th, 2008|06:03 pm] |
I'm consistently behind on my readings by two chapters for two classes. I'm under the constant pressure to get more involved because if I won't my collegiate career evolves into nothing. (Yet, neither does having below a 3.7 GPA; but how can I accomplish that if I'm too distracted being a student by everything else, and my statistic teacher keeps laying down the bomb?). But involvement isn't enough, I have to hold a leadership position, but how can I do that if I haven't been all that involved until now? And I don't even like Hispanics. How can I work on MIL if I have no prior experience in MIL or micro-controllers, but I want to get involved in MIL to gain that experience in micro-controllers and the such? Anxiety is a big issue since I constantly avoid confrontations and big rooms with many people. All of the above affects my internship progress, which I constantly have to apply for each and every week, because if I don't have internships, I won't be marketable, but I'm not marketable enough for an internship (same as the MIL story). Compound with the fact that I've run out of money so I need to get a ridiculous job to compensate or I'll be stuck eating rice every day until I run out (and my stomach has been grumbling ever since that Lobster dinner, sigh). Time is quickly passing by, I'm already at the end of my second year, and I have nothing I can produce on my resume, and I'm running out of time to get involved with clubs and activities and receive gilded Leadership positions, it's as if I started my collegiate career this semester and I'm failing pretty bad, because my first three were non-existent (or rather, my last semester was). The stress keeps piling up and at all times I have something looming over my shoulder that's coming up. And I don't even want to get into having to spend an hour to two at the gym to try to look better because society and my eyes dictate so.
Why can't I just be a student?
Why does it have to be so much more?
Yet for all I try to be more than just a student, in the long run, with what I've accomplished, I am still not much more exciting than a student, but with a worse GPA.
I just want to sleep. Concentrate on studies. And enjoy my life. And eat. Is that too much to ask for? |
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| dMemory=0 |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|11:19 am] |
It has occured to me that I, the Great Petersaurus, has *TERRIBLE* memory. Much in the sense that I cannot even remember what I did the last week. So, in conclusion, I feel I should start writing in this so I can recall what the hell I've been doing. This epiphany camee to me when I thought I should open up a Blogger to describe my asinine ideas (ie, Home Improvement being a megaphone for Reagan conservative propaganda) to a crowd of would-be followers. Then, it occured to me, wait, then I can't explain what I did during the day! Plus, I sort of miss writing.
So I finally gave in to those damn, dirty Hispanics. I did their damn Soccer tournament, being the "Ball Engineer." For those of you that don't know, engineering a ball consists of chasing a ball down a steep hill. What? Hills!? In FLORIDA? You bet your ass fucking hills exist outside of Tropical Park and South Floridian garbage dumps. Now I'm considering getting more involved, starting a SECME community outreach program. With middle school children. I know you all know that me and little children go as well together as butter and donuts, so I'll leave it to you to decide whether or not this will be a DAMNED GOOD IDEA, or not.
I might also start getting involved in the Computational Neuro-Engineering Lab, and maybe the Machine-Intelligence Lab. Designing robots and shit. That is, if I ever get off my ass and go over there. Which I've yet to do. Is stills has to go ands talk to a prof. about it all. It's a change in the downhill slope of suffering a massive depression, being rejected for this job and that, TA positions, other shit I don't remember, a research position, yadayada, too much to list; and all the sudden, I got accepted for a Florida Blue Key Math Competition (yes--me, proctering. Fuck you children, you ALL fail math), and having Lockheed Martin interested in my sorry ass . . . unfortunately the job entails writing JAVA program. -_-;
My roommate moved out of my room. Now it's all lonely, and creepy. I don't know if it's because of my massive mess (pics coming, eventually), he said it was because of the construction. I wouldn't know because I haven't been sleeping there in like two weeks. Now I feel motivated to redeisng my room, although no one to show it to, and I probably won't get off my ass to do it anyway. Although I DO need a fridge now. I've always bummed off my roommate's fridge in the last two years . . . bummer. And I'm avoiding my floormates more, it turns out I'm an annoying prick. There's this one guy in the hall though. Who knew ALL people from New Jersey were assholes. ALL OF THEM.
A big parade of anti-abortionist with car-sized posters are also parading across Florida too. They were 5at FSU, now they're at UF, soon they'll go to UCF, USF (?), and UMiami, so Oscar will see them eventually. I don't know about FIU. Let's say it's just a bit gorey, since they're comparing the holocaust and genocide with abortion. I talked to a few people there yesterday for about an hour. I turned my hyper bullshit meter on and ended preaching to them for a good while, while this girl tried to cut in here and there but I shut her up. Then I went across to theo ther 5side and thisi chick, the pres of Pro-Life Alliance at UF attacked me with Logic Bombs. :( But I got her to concede and agree to disagree. It was a battle pro-abortionists had lost. She later confided to me that she didn't care 5about people like me, they were just trying to target the uneducated ones or the people without an opinion about the whole thing. That's when I started going into "facts" and the "truth," and I started going on about my acid trip.
But that's for another entry. My BLOGGER. |
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| So it ends. |
[Dec. 15th, 2007|03:03 am] |
Foreword. I'm not going to sit and go on about how I've "moved on" and "lost some people in my life" like other pussies do. I'm more concerned with reality and the substantial world. I haven't talked to many people in a long time. Lost touch, if you will. I don't know what's going on with them and I'm fine with that. Meanwhile a whole new set of douchebaggery has made everyone else entranced with alcohol and making out with everyone five feet from themselves because they think it's the collegey thing to do -- thank god I'm not in that crowd.
Just because I don't post a photo album on facebook of each time I go to Waffle House or write a livejournal entry every time I have sex doesn't I've amounted to nothing. I just feel I have nothing to prove and no one to prove it to. I am content with how everything is, goes, and don't feel the desire to let the world know what I'm doing because that's just a superficial race of who's doing more.
Anyway.
This stain of a semester is over. It was horrible. I couldn't wait until it was over. From the onsetting bleak that possessed me in the beginning to seclude myself and suffer, to the two-week medicinal juggling in the middle that caused me to drop a class. Nothing worked my way. I had no friends. My schedule was terrible. I didn't show up to class - I dropped two of them. And after I dropped Circuits I wondered what I was going to do til the end of the semester and when will it end. I dropped Analytical Methods - I never showed up. The teacher sucked and the subject was garbage. German was tedious and mind-numbing. DFQ was boring. My academic fiber teared, disappeared and I disappointed myself - I still don't know if I'll be able to succeed next semester. Or any. Or how. I once was sure of what I wanted to do - now I'm not so sure. I considered switching majors. But I realize without any ambition I'm screwed anyway.
I'm now on antidepressants. And I've gained weight. So my self image and esteem have dropped considerably after doing much to repair it a year ago. My relationship even buckled and fell at one point. It's still choppy.
But you know what? The worst of it is done. I survived. I'm fine with it. I guess I was just over-dramatizing. It don't bother me - thanks Zoloft! I let loose and tried the big one, and I'm a better, more open minded person today because of it (and I'll scold anyone who says they're afraid of or think pot is bad). I opened up to my floor mates. While I think these two guys are douches, it's been fun. I washed away the semester yesterday with a lot of rum and tequila - man tequila is my only alcoholic weakness, it's the only one that hits me hard. And finished up with two hours of frisbee and staying up to 5AM playing poker. I made over 366% profit! But it could've been 500%+. -_-; It's been an awfully fun time, starting with mud fest. These guys are unique, and better than anything I experienced before even if I'm not as close with them. I've only been in Miami a few hours and I already miss home (yes, you read that right). It's so quiet. Passive. Peopleless. I don't know anyone here. They've moved on. I've lost touch. They do their own things. (It's pointless to rekindle or assimilate). I've moved on. I'm alone here.
To the next three weeks and to a better semester. |
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| Peanut Butter and Mushroom Sandwich: I am Shroedinger's Cat |
[Oct. 8th, 2007|05:08 pm] |
yesterday was interesting.
the simpsons as well napoleon dynamites brother were in the same sonic the hedgehog world with me in the living room until i went to my girlfriend's room and it was like sand when i bit into her. her face inside the outline of her body was a kaleidoscope. she called patti a slut over and over, over the phone because she thought it was the wicked witch of the west. i went outside and crossed the street, avoiding being hit by cars and pissed myself because i forgot i had a bladder that could hold it. my gf kept asking who everyone was while asking why if it was raining over and over. the same questions and conversations kept occurring over and over like a broken record. i went to my room and my roommate was there and i changed my clothing. we waited for the snap bus and it was the most fucking exciting bus ride of my life because it felt like universal studios, and we walked to my car to go to steak and shake where a cop stared us down and i ordered a pop rock milk shake that made the sound of a river.
no ones going to believe me because it sounds like a madlibs gone wrong
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| Breathe. I'll absorb your depression through osmosis. |
[Jun. 20th, 2007|04:02 am] |
Skin slushes. It gets in the way and the rolls around the waist, arms block the view in the mirror of the hanging pouch reaching over the belt, reaching for air. Skin turns cold and its innards come cold, save me from this dwindling mess. My mind fluttered and its still wings stare, my eyes to the blank inside my rot, rotting rot, and more rot that gushes out and sits or drowns the toilet below. I intake garbage day in, day out but retain more than I can churn out with blood and piss. The carpet shit around my body gives me only hides some of the wrinkles and stains on my skin. I am not too attractive and I'm certainly below perfect but I can't climb myself up.
I am convinced I'm low and belong here as I tumble down. Why live without inspiration, why aspire for routine? Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat. Add sex in there, sure, excitement, but it only means I'll be eating and sleeping more. School work? Yeah, where? What for? Am I going to use this? Am I going to be useful? Millions of others aspiring for what I am to be, what I wanted to do has already been discovered, researched, done. What do I have to offer this world? I am mild and boring and have few friends and that's lowering. I've been ripped from my self-confidence by my own hands for no reason. Is it my home-town, is it my friends. Is it the life style I've settled down to. Is it pessimism. Is it that I do nothing and am convinced I will only increase in this behavior until there is nothing more I can do I will become dead on the outside as I'm dead on the in?
Someone give me hope, someone give me reason; someone give me a hobby, someone give me a project. I want to be everything, but I want to do nothing. I am but another damn statistic on this planet of seven billion, blurry and invisible once you zoom out to the bigger picture. Insignificant. Unacknowledgeable. Disposable.
Where can I find my sleep... |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 18th, 2007|12:15 am] |
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sometimes i feel everyone i know is systematically against me |
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| whichever |
[Jun. 9th, 2007|03:29 am] |
Jezna Jenkins: yeah i wont be out late though
stab me: oh
stab me: i duno if ill be out late
Jezna Jenkins: well
Jezna Jenkins: whichever
Jezna Jenkins: night
stab me: ...lol
stab me: you said whichever
Jezna Jenkins: yes :p
stab me: lol..
stab me: you are like me and alain now.
stab me: :(
Jezna Jenkins: kind of scary :(
stab me: yes.
Jezna Jenkins: oh man
stab me: ive poisoned you
Jezna Jenkins: i was driving down this street today
stab me: yes?
Jezna Jenkins: all the streets were mason this, mason that
Jezna Jenkins: and it made me think of you
Jezna Jenkins: masonville
stab me: .....omg.
Jezna Jenkins: mason house
Jezna Jenkins: mason drive
stab me: >_>
stab me: wtf
Jezna Jenkins: mason court
stab me: WTF
Jezna Jenkins: something like that
stab me: where the hell were you.
Jezna Jenkins: it was weird
Jezna Jenkins: i have nooo idea |
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| nothing |
[Jun. 7th, 2007|01:51 am] |
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well thats certainly great news. |
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| Washington, D.C. |
[Jun. 3rd, 2007|10:51 pm] |
Being there was very interesting, entertaining, and weird. It was pretty amazing, despite the few bad perk (the metro can be bad, so can parents). Leaving sucked. Arriving at Miami sucked even more.
Actually, the sunset was really beautiful. A full rainbow shimmer. Landing was really cool too -- a huge array of light. But arriving sucked. In comparison, Miami is just an ugly slab of concrete and its residents were slammed by it. Miami International Airport is so ricketty, disgusting, and dull - especially compared to the insane futurist baroque of DCA. All of the architecture of DC is so amazing, so different, so varying. Everything looks different. So many styles. And some are just extremely bizarre.
I want to go back. There is just so much I didn't do and not enough time I spent with Jennifer. I wish I could've stayed this whole week. Gay Pride week - I hear what happens is close to deranged. A Hamlet play set in the future (and I think gay, too?). There's just a lot to do there. And nice shops. And expensive. And more Asians than anything.
This has been my first time out of Florida in fifteen years. |
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| Whoops! |
[May. 29th, 2007|04:09 am] |
Silly ol' me! I just completely flamed someone on the FIU Biology forum and basically called all FIU commuters with two full time jobs let alone one complete flaming morons, and posted it as a new thread instead of a reply! And there's no option to deleting it. Oops! :)
God damn FIU WebCT, the message threading is more complicated the UF's. |
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| Sexy Back |
[May. 27th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
I sit here with a pretty stupid realization on my mind. When I first saw the music video, I thought the song was literally Justin Timberlake talking about his Sexy Back and how he's going to bring it to a party where a bunch of girls are going extraevagently promiscuous and turning cladly-dressed over him and his back. Now, I realize it's not used as a compound noun, but that sexy is the modified noun by the verb Back, so he's not bringing a sexy back, he's bringing sexy back.
This makes me feel extremely lame, and I not instantly dislike this song. My previous dimwitted interpretation of it made me like it more. :-[ Now, it's just a badly produced song.
Sigh. |
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