Adam's Somewhat Daily Blog

Tuesday, September 30, 2003 05:09 p.m.

The reason entries seem to contunually become longer until the next one is that the all sound the same if you write them everyday. So to keep things interesting, they have been spaced out some. I am building my own computer. Well, not just mine but you get the drift. The total cost will be at a max $750. And I am not going to use a Pentium, also known as the spawn of satan, but an athlon. If any of you really care, I can email you the specs.

Thursday, September 25, 2003 05:56 p.m.

I HATE THIS MACHINE!!! I was working on an English paper that had to be edited and the (insert explentative here) machine just decided to quit out of the word proccesor. FIE!!! A PUS GUTTED BLOOD SPEWING HELL!!! For those who haven't already figured it out, I hadn't saved since I began the editing process, and I was almost finished. See, if I had the money, I would either a) buy a top of the line model instead of this greatest common denominator P.O.S. or b) build my own computer. It's not as hard as it sounds, you just have to look out for compatibility issues and buying an OS, which Windows XP is running for somewhere between 100 and 200 now. But in my eyes it would be worth it to just be free of these incessant programs that have no use to me clogging up the hard drive and making the cpu run at 50% constantly. That will be my first priority when I get a job, 'Get a good computer so you won't have to kill people reguraly to contain your anger from your store bought one.'

Wednesday, September 24, 2003 07:34 p.m.

Happy birthday to me. Man that sounds pathetic. Yes, today I turned seventeen. Along with my friend Jon. Now I can go into R movies without a guilty concience. As for the usual birthday hub-ruberies, they are postponed until this weekend. I am not saying that I am having a party, it's just relatives coming over and giving me presents. I haven't had a party with friends for at least three years now. Let's see, the first to say happy birthday to me was my sister, shortly after I woke up. Followed by one of her friends, who is also one of my friends, serenading me through an open window while he was in class. Then followed by Jon, then Brittney, then Mr. Freeman, and then strangly enough, Justin. For friends of mine, you may have noticed the lack of 'close' friends on that list. Ungrateful heathens. By 'close' I mean people have more than one class with me in which to talk. To quote my friend Josh, who also forgot, "I hope you all get SARS". But not really, it just sounds funny.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003 03:14 p.m.

Sorry for such a long time between entries. I have been either extraordinarily busy recently or extraordinarily tired, take your pick. I am currently reading four books. Two for pleasure reading and two for research purposes. Burt thinks I am crazy. Josh, on a separate note, has been acting rather pissy the last couple of days. For my two cents, let him be mister pissed off pants, no skin off of my nose. Apithanies have also been abound recently, but more on those later.

Friday, September 19, 2003 03:17 p.m.

I spent most of the school day today at the downtown library. That place is awesome. We were there for research purposes for our multi-genre projects for english class. Although we were gone for five hours, we only spent about half of that time actually researching. It took us a half hour up and back, then we had a forty five minute lunch in which I went with two of my friends to one of the two Skylines within three blocks of the library. The other non-used time was spent listening to some people tell us where we could find the best info. But in my book, a day well spent.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003 07:23 p.m.

I had physical today, which is always a horrible experience. My doctor's name is Willie Ng. Yes, that is correct, no vowels in his last name. He is a four foot 'eastern' man who is scared of me. We made an unspoken agreement a few years ago that was to the effect of no cupping. By the funny thing is, every year he says I am too fat. Now I don't claim to be an anorexic, but I am not morbidly obese. I can still be active when I need to be, such as when I am being chased by a bear. But he said to my mom that I should lose forty pounds. Forty Pounds! That is like dropping a baby. Plus, according to the scale in gym class, it says I am only about eight percent above average for body fat. Which measures out to be about eight-teen pounds. Not the forty that Dr. Ng is talking about. And who is going to worry about eight-teen pounds, not I. It's just more Adam to go around.

Monday, September 15, 2003 04:33 p.m.

The best way to dissapear is in a cloud of smoke. "Ha ha, suckers" and throw a smoke bomb at your feet. Then calmly walk away while the smoke disapates. It is Monday at 4:33 pm. I have a paper due Tuesday at 10:15 am that I haven't started yet, which I should be working on instead of this. But I haven't had time to update recently so I decided to put if off like the procrastinator that I am. My friends continue to disturb me in profound and disturbing ways. Perhaps I am the only sane one left, the pod people have gotten everyone else. 'Great Moons of Jupiter! He is right'