Just to let you know, you can now make comments on the Ireland trip essay if you want to. Go here to read the essay, and at the bottom there is a Make a COmment link. Click that. Make a comment. Wipe hands on pants.
Also, if possible, I would like to make this page the number one google result for Hot Sex on a Monday Afternoon.
So if you have a webpage or a blog, just copy the following code into your link bar or into an entry every few days:
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Sorry, no squirrel today. I'll have one next time.
Oh, and Cubs win the division! AW YEAH!!!
Well, at 12:05 today, I was sleeping.
But that's not important. What's important is that I aged a whole year during that minute. Yesterday I was a teenager. Today I am old.
On September 21, 1983, my eyes saw light for the first time. I was a 9 pound, blue-eyed, brown-haired baby boy. Then all that changed (except for the boy part). My eyes cleared into a brownish-green color, my hair fell out and grew back red. I was a kinda chubby baby, but then I started to grow without actually gaining weight as my metabolism kicked in, and soon I was pretty underweight, but I was healthy.
I began to speak words like "da-da" and "ma-ma" soon after, and after a while of single words, me and my dad were looking out a window at the neighbor's giant of a dog, named Champ. My dad said, "Look at the horse!" to which I replied, "Champ big dog, no horse." It completely took my dad off guard that I knew more about animals than he did, so he grounded me.
By the time I had turned three I had good control over my memory, and then at 7 I began to pay attention to the world outside my front door, realizing that Galileo and Copernicus were right...The sun is center of the universe (i was a smart kid...okay i didn't know that).
13 was the next big step, the first year of officially being a teenager, seven years that are so painful and happy, so physically challenging, so intospective and emotional. The rush to become free, and the lack of means. The rebellion. The time that the women get HOT HOT HOT, just in time for us guys to start to love it.
Then there's the 18th birthday, where you start to say you are an adult as you are given that freedom you've been after for the past few years, but just say the word: eighTEEN. You're still a teenager, even if you won't admit it at the time.
Then comes twenty. You're all growds up, and you're growds up, and you're growds up. This is it, you are officially not a teenager anymore. You've lost the ability to blame everything on your age, and can no longer claim that people are profiling you for your age. There's nothing left to rebel against, and you finally have to start putting a lot of thought into what you want to do with your life.
Life isn't over though, that's the good thing, it's only about a quarter over. And if you look into the life you have in memory, you can take off three years, so you are actually only 17. And if you look at only the age that you are reasonable, you can take off 7 years, so really you're only 13. And if you really want to get into it, you can subtract all those years that you still weren't quite thinking for yourself, and really you are only 7. So on your Reasonable-Autonomous Age scale, you aren't even a teenager yet!
So i guess 20 isn't all that bad.
But I'm still gonna call myself twentyteen.
Awesome! I have a job! I'm working the CITES Help Desk! I use exclamation points!
other recent developments in the world of O:
-Done a lot of work on my webpage.
-Going to see Underworld tonight. (I thought you needed to know)
-Decided that there are way too many ladybugs in Champaign. The lack of rareity make them much less pretty and much more annoying.
-Found that bands post music on the fark.com sidebar. Good way to find new music.
Speaking of music: I love that bands now are posting flash audio on their webpages now. It is a good quick way to hear what they are like, and they are typically full songs, sometimes full cds.
Which brings me to my next point: downloading music. I am all for it, and wish that the RIAA was seen as practicing monopolistic policies and disintegrate. So i honestly don't care whether they are losing money. However, I do care abot the artists, who I think are being screwed anyway. This is my personal deal: I do NOT download full cds. I dont think anyone should. Buy the cd if you want it that bad. Downloading music should be used like samplers (which are free quite a lot).
The artist is not losing any money by me downloading music. I don't buy cds, I don't have the money. Does that mean I shouldn't be allowed to listen to music? I don't think so. The artist puts it out for all to hear. Of course I could go to a friend's house who bought the cd, but that can be an inconvieniece. Bascally, if it weren't for file sharing, I would not listen to music.
However, due to file sharing, I can listen to music. And I can easily listen to other bands that I read about or a friend reccommends. And if I like it, I go to the concert.
And there it is folks: concerts. A great way for real artists to make money. When i find a new band that i like from downloading their songs, I will in all likelihood go to a concert.
So that's me, and that's my thing.
Oh, I can't go without a squirrel:
I know it's an oldie, but ist a goodie.
(I used web standard compliant code this time. yay for me)
Ugh. Sickness is not a fun time. Not one bit.
When I was in grade school, I remember for a while sometimes hoping that I'd be sick, to miss school, maybe get some things done. It didn't take too long for me to realize how stupid that wish was...When I was sick, I'd sleep all day. Then I feel like crap and can't concentrate on getting anything done.
And then came college, where classes are practically optional, I get to sleep later anyway, and I have to do homework all the time. Actually, last year was good. Due to all the skipping of classes I did, I got plenty of rest and didn't get horribly sick at all. At least not enough to give me a legitimate reason to miss class...
Well, yesterday it finally happened. I got sick, and I am now remembering how crappy it is to be sick. It sucks even worse now than it did in high school! Especially when your professors all want homework turned in the first half of the week (tuesday is pretty popular). I think they all must have heard that students hate having work due at the end of the week because everyone does that, so all of them switched to the beginning of the week. It still sucks!
I hate how hard it is for me to concentrate when you can't stop sneezing for 5 minutes, and then when you finally do stop, your nose just uncontrollably runs for the next half hour. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Argh! Stupid virii! Stupid unfriendly bacterium! Argh! (talk like a pirate day in 3 days)
Another thing: when I lived with my mom, the nurse, I was never sick for more than a day. I'm still sick today. I needs me vitamin c.
At least I'm not as sick as that squirrel, who by the way, has learned a lesson and has taken to drinking non-alcoholic drinks (at least for now):
Anyway, if you need me, I'll be clearing my sinuses over a cup of Maruchan Instant Lunch.
So today I went to the Engineering Expo. The Engineering Expo is this big fat intership fair that the University of Illinois College of Engineering sponsers. Basically a bunch of companies that are thirsty for engineers come to U of I to bait a bunch of college students into their companies so that they can drink their blood. Dang Vampires. I mean, wait, I dunno what the heck I was talking about there. They come to U of I to hire people.
I'm not much of a talker and I dont really know the standard procedure for going up to a company and getting a job from them. In my mind, it should go like this:
Me: I am a Computer Scientist. Hire me.
Company: Okay. You start tomorrow.
But, due to "competition" and "manners", saying what I said their would probably do nothing but make sure that I would never work there ever. In reality I took this approach:
Me: Hi, I'm Mike O'Malley, a Sophmore in Computer Science. I was wondering what kinds of summer internships you have available.
Lucent: Okay, we do blah blah blah. Give me you resume. (i give it) We don't take resume's, so you have to go online to submit it, so I just wasted your time and the paper you printed this resume on.
-or-
nVidia(a la fat man w/ cigar): We hate sophmores. Now get ata here kid, yer buggin me.
-or-
Microsoft: That's great. Now write me a program on paper that does this thing that requires functions that you would have never learned in class ever, to prove that you are a CS student!
Actually the Microsoft thing wasn't too bad. In fact, it's the only place I went that it looks like I have any chance with. It really was a program that required stuff that I have no idea how I would have known had I not taught it to myself, and one function was just an assumption based on another function (but amazingly he said that it was real. I guess I'm just awesome like that). So when I brought it to him, he said that it was great and that I caught every error that he thought he might catch me on. Then he gave me a rubiks cube. So it sounds pretty good.
So all in all, it ended up being a pretty good day, except that I once again missed Physics this morning. But I have high hopes.
Anyway, the squirrel is back, and he's a puker:
How much spew could a squirrel upchuck if a squirrel could upchuck spew?
Good day to ya's.
Seriously. I mean seriously. How do popular blogs get posts in them every day? I mean, blogs are really popular, does everyone have an interesting enough life to write an essay about every single day? Man, I must have a really boring life...cause i got nothin.
I spose I could always recap my day...So I went to class today, found out that Andy is in my physics discussion section, and met some guy from Newman Hall that plans on doing a better job than Dan ad Holler at bringing people to the BFH to party. But we'll see.
Then I went to the Engineering BBQ to eat some food and watch some American Gladiator (remeber that show?) style jousting. A couple of girls in dresses went up their to joust, but much to the large number of guys cheering them on's dismay, they weren't strong enough to really knock each other off the pedestals.
Finally, after a boring DiffEq class, I went with some people to get tickets to the football game, but after standing in line for 45 minutes we found that we couldnt get single game tickets because the computer was down. Aw, so sad.
So that's about it. Pretty boring. I'll try not to be so boring next time.
Anyway, here is that squirrel again:
I knew he was drinking too much...
Later.
Okay, so I never really typed up my whole Ireland journal. Nor did I even keep up with the journal till the end. But I did type up the stuff I wrote about August 1st, so I've posted that here. So click there if you care to read it, I think its 2.5 pages viewed in Word.
Anywho, I'm at college now, living in the Big Fricken House, as it has been deemed by many, or just BFH for short, and I am trying to have high hopes for the year.
However, my hopes are already being crushed, as I have now had my applications at 3 or 4 places rejected because they filled up too quickly. I really need a job, and I'm looking everywhere I can, but it's looking bleeker and bleeker. Ergh.
I don't want to end on a sad note, so here's a picture of a squirrel drinking beer:
I'd say it'd only take about half a can to get a squirrel drunk.
Later!
Oh and hey, people, comments are welcome. Click where ist says "Comments(x)" on the bottom.