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I believe I have finally convinced my stalker that I am a total jerk and that she should never talk to me again. Thats ok, I won't miss talking to her.

On to other news. I have decided that homework still sucks. I am pretty much up-to-date in all my classes, but my CFI notebook is due Dec 6th, and I have yet to even start it. I am so screwed.

Lindsey came on our floor and got creamed by Zac. Danielle got a talking to from our R.D. and R.A. We have a previewer that came in, unpacked his bags, and went straight to bed. What a freak, it was only 9. Tried to figure out where to go for spring break...nothing cheap and fun has hit me yet. Have come to conclusion that I spend way too much money on food but I don't hardly eat at saga.

Blog was really random tonight, I'll do better next time. Maybe

Denial of something's existence is its strongest proof of existence.
-Dave Johnson

I have just convinced my ex-stalker that my roomate likes her. How, you may ask? By simply denying that he did. Aah, how impressionable people are.

Yep, I get off on this kind of stuff.

@#$% @#$% @#$%!!!

Why don't parents learn to stay the fuck out of their kids' personal lives. Or at least quit pushing and prodding.

We now return to our regularly scheduled blog.

PORN PORN FREE SEX PORN HOT COLD YOUNG OLD TEEN ADULT BABES DOGS

Hoping to get lots of google hits with that one.


Current song: Green Day - Longview

So after reading bethany's blog about the relationship between porn and chapel speakers, I have a question for administration. Who, do they hope to reach when they bring in chapel speakers that tell of the evils of porn? The audience is made up of many many guys and not so many girls. But as we have all been told, guys are visual machines...while girls get turned on by emotions. So until there is emotion porn, I think the girls are pretty safe. That leaves us with guys, raging bundles of hormones that are hornier than a rabbit in springtime. There are two kinds of guys in the world...those that are addicted to porn and those who aren't. Those who are addicted to porn are not unfamiliar with its problems, and do not need to hear of the dangers of porn. The guys who aren't addicted to porn are the only conceivable targets of the message. Chances are, they will tune out the message, thinking that it doesn't pertain to them. Never having really heard the anti-porn talk, they will either life the rest of their life porn free or try it and get addicted to it. Effectivness of message...0 The other option is that they will hear the message and avoid porn. And in that case, good for the speaker. But I think, by now, most guys have seen a picture of a woman in a provocative pose and been aroused by it. If not, good for them, although they must have led a really really really^999 sheltered life. Wouldn't surprise me very much at LU. They have to make that decision to either look the other way or take that second look. By the time they come to LU, having a speaker say, "pron is bad" is not going to help. Guys know porn is bad. And some famous speaker saying so isn't going to make anyone quit.

Only through God's grace can one overcome any addiction...and that includes drugs, food, smoking, etc...

So yeah, we know porn is bad...tell us something useful we don't know.

"What are the odds? What are the #$%^ing odds?"
-Dave Johnson

Current music: Weezer - Death and Destruction

Ok, so I put in three really cool CDs. Weezer's Blue Album, MxPx's Ten Years and Running, and Weezer's newest release, Maladroit. As I'm putting them in, I think how nice it would be to hear Death and Destruction. But, unlike winamp, my stereo's random mode doesn't allow you to start on a certain song. So I just hit random and forget about it. After it selects the CD...I hear the opening bit of Death and Destruction. Not only do I love the song...it perfectly fits my mood. Of course it has perfectly fit my mood since I first heard it in concert this summer. And...every weezer song perfectly fits my mood. I think I like being depressed...its great to listen to depressing songs. Although, I'm sure I wouldn't miss the depressing songs if I wasn't depressed....

So check the lyrics yo

and remember to support your local chapter of the GSF

"Life sucks and then you die"
-Phil Morehead

Current song: 311 - Large in the Margin

I believe, or really hope, that today is a turning point for me. For those of you that know me, I spend my time outside of class either being a slacker in front of my computer or being a sleeping slacker. Somewhere in there I manage to fit a meal or to inside my busy schedule of slacking. But that must all come to an end now, for I have received my wake-up call. I went flying last night and realized how rusty I was. Then when I got home all the homework that I have been putting off forever tapped me on the shoulder and said "don't forget about me, either" And perhaps I am always tired because my body doesn't know what time I should be asleep and when I should be awake. So...I have decided to set a wake, eat, study, sleep, schedule for myself. My biggest fear is that this will simple be like a diet, I will follow it very rigorously for the first five minutes and then go do something fun. But I can't let that happen. If I do, there is no way I will know my flight maneuvers, write my CFI notebook, do my backlog of chemistry homework, or make that dreaded presentation about something I can't remember on Tuesday. I figure if my body knows what to expect when it comes to eating and sleeping I will feel better, and possibly even feel like doing homework. I must.

Must go now...have 12 minutes of free time until I have to start my homework.

After having sworn off the foul lyrics of Blink 182 I am again finding solace in their disdain for romantic relationships.

One recurring stunt has a cast member stripping to a thong and dancing in public (while in Japan)
-Plugged In Film Review of Jackass: The Movie

I can't even believe they wasted their time! But I do have to wonder why being a chippendale in Japan is so much worse than anywhere else.

Well that's it for now...must be productive.

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
-Jesus (John 14:27)

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
- Jeremiah 29:11


Have to thank Cait for the first verse. The second verse is from a friend's graduation announcement. Not saying I'm all cool about the future, etc... But I try to remember that He is in control.

There is something secure about having a girlfriend. Maybe it's the knowledge that somebody out there wants you.
-D. James Golden

Current music: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Get on Top

Today was my sister's birthday...she is now 29. The scary thing is I'm only 9 years behind her and it seems like it was only yesterday she was the age I am now. She is still single after all these years. It's like she is almost an American Bridget Jones. Sure she has had chances to get married...but her suitors either moved too fast, thought they knew more than God, or just wanted sex. Bunch of nimrods, glad she didn't accept. But still, I can't help but be frightened that in nine years I may be in her shoes. Both Zac and Seth tell me I should just enjoy my college years and rack up as many lays as possible. And yet, I'm always listening to them bitch about only attracting sluts and psychos. I know I don't want that, but I don't especially like where I am now, either. It seems like no matter what I do, I always end up having a period of friendliness, followed by a date, followed soon after by a cutoff of communications. If I've made it to twenty without ever having a girlfriend...I can just imagine how many more years of bad relationships I have until I get married. Who knows...I might get lucky and meet someone as soon as I move into a retirement home.

Why am I even bothering my mind with this. I'm twenty, I'm in college, I have responsibilities that are being neglected, and yet all I can think about is my fear of staying single for the rest of my life. This is pathetic...no, this is damned pathetic. Why do women do what they do. Why are we made to yearn for a relationship. Why are other guys able to just ignore these half devil half angel creatures among us. Why can't girls just still have cooties. Why do I end all my questions with a period.

Why, why, why?

If only I was taller, If I had a million dollars, maybe then you'd be with me
- Goldfinger

Ok, well I DID get a date to fall fest. The next day after I wrote my rant about fall fest I just decided to ask the girl I was thinking of asking in the first place. I don't even really know why I was thinking of not asking her...guess it was 4am. So anyway, now my date wants to know what I'm wearing. I guess she didn't quite trust my judgement when she heard the word plaid. Well, I thought my plaid jacket would look cool. Oh well, change of plans. So yes, I am going to fall fest...the pagan ritual of the gods. In other news, my roomate lost his open dorm privileges. I just wonder how they're going to make sure he doesn't violate it.

Current music: Nirvana - Lithium

Forgot how good Nirvana was. Nuff said. It's a shame Courtney saw fit to kill Curt.

I promised myself I would do my Chemistry homework after not having done any since before the second test. Took the third test on Monday...and got a 90...now I don't even have the motivation of bad grades to do my homework.

Visited security again today...and was informed that tickets get changed all the time in our country's police departments and that reckless driving is a catch-all for anything. So after a long and interesting conversation I have come to the conclusion that I don't have much to stand on. Yeah it sucks, but I DID know better. After all...the whole reason of driving through the tunnel was because it wasn't commonly done...probably because its illegal. And I was also informed that security plans to crack down on those pesky golf carts that whiz past pedestrians on the sidewalks. So that kinda made me feel better, since I thought it was pretty unfair that I was getting a ticket when they pose a much greater danger.

Time for chemistry...then bed. Or maybe the other way around.