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anyways, its like, two am. fuck. those idiots next door are definitely smoking weed again I can smell it. Fuck, I think I had something to write about and now I forgot. fuck. Anyways, went out to brad, will, brian, and paul's place this evening. Fun times, played some poker (I owe Paul money). Saw part of Napoleon Dynamite. Looks interesting. I heard it blew from some people and that it was hilarious from others. Dammit now they're blaring their bass. And smoking weed. Where the fuck are the ra's I swear. They are never ever ever around when they are needed, or otherwise. In fact, the other day I swear I said hi to one of them and he barely acknowledged me. so, he's not even really friendly. And to think that he had the nerve to come in here that one time last semester at 9:30 on a saturday night and tell me to turn down my music, which wasn't even very loud. And now if I want to go to bed I have to either confront my neighbors to turn down their damn bass, and they are probably high, or just simply ignore it. Of course, if both the bass and weed smoke continues, I may be forced to do the former, as I will probably develop a headache. dammit. The girls went home for the weekend. That is, kendall, alex, and meghan. Meghan's birthday is today. I didn't talk to her, but if you read this Meghan (who the hell am I kidding, no one reads this), happy birthday. Alex's birthday is on the fifteenth. I only remember this because its the day after valentine's day. I actually really suck at remembering birthdays, names, or basically anything else that is important. And yet I can still remember random phone numbers and addresses of people I haven't spoken to in years and may never speak to again. It sucks. Anyways, we talked about going to Macado's tomorrow night for dinner. That sounds good. Maybe Brian and Paul and Brad will join us. Finished the first phase of my Human Computer Interaction project (which is worth 60% of my grade). Looks really good I think. Jon (one of the guys in my project group) did a really nice job with some graphics on there. I feel kind of honored or something about the whole thing because all the guys in my group have taken more math and more cs than I have. In fact, Matt is apparently on one of VT's programming teams and is apparently smart as hell. I like to think that I'm good at what I do too, but my experience with that last project last semester screwed me up, made me lose a lot of confidence in myself. They turned the bass down thank God. I can only hear it faintly now. The weed smell, however, persists. You know, I don't think I've made any paragraph breaks or anything in this whole post. Heh. Over winter break I talked to Mr. Miller, my old English teacher, and we got to talking about Jack Kerouac. Apparently, he wrote the entire book "On The Road" on a single sheet of paper (it was like a roll I guess) without any paragraph breaks, chapter breaks, or any punctuation to speak of. Pretty funny stuff. Apparently the guy was also on methamphetimines the entire time as well. Crazy guy. Damn good writer though. "On the Road" is an excellent novel, and after I read this Da Vinci Code book that I borrowed from Alex, I really want to read some more of his stuff. I hear that "Big Sur" is really good, also autobiographical like "On the Road" but instead actually puts him as Jack Kerouac himself rather than his character Sal Paradise. I know I read them in the reverse order of what most people probably have, but Jack Kerouac really reminds me of Dave Eggers ("Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius", "You Shall Know Our Velocity!"). They're very similar writers, although I find Eggers to be a bit more comical, while reading Kerouac is like reading poetry or listening to jazz. It just flows over your entire body like some insane profound statement of bit of prose, or like a shot of something burning through your body, affecting you, a feeling you can feel in your whole being and soul. There's something incredibly profound about his writing anyway. Which brings me to Jim Morrison. I've been trying to get all of L.A. Woman (the doors album) on iTunes using free songs from pepsi. I only need one more free song to finish it. You see, I like the doors a lot but I only have one of their albums in addition to a greatest hits cd that I purchased years ago. Yeah, must have been years ago, because I remember junior year of high school in my graphics class we made a movie, my partner, can't remember his name now, about a man that is racing with himself. We thought this was really profound at the time. I guess it was kind of poetic in a way if you forget the fact that the real reason we were doing it was to avoid casting, costuming, and other bullshit. So we created something very like a work of art. But anyway, the film was only a few minutes long, jumpy as hell, shitty quality, but the background music that we stuck in there was Riding on the Storm (the doors song). We thought it was a great choice. I think I might have thrown away the tape though. Damn, looks like the heat just went on. The bass stopped. I can still smell weed. Its really starting to bug me. I can't wait until next year in the apartment when we wont' be dealing with such bullshit. Speaking of such, that is such crap that we couldn't sign the lease today. Apparently the realtor overbooked and wants us to call them back to reschedule. Bullshit. So now we're going to HOPEFULLY sign it next friday. Need to call them back monday *mental note*. I don't really care which room I get in the apartment, but I want enough room to put my futon, and justin wants the same, so thus needs what is Paul's room in Pauls' apartment (their layout is identical to ours). So I want either Brad's or Brian's room. Will's room is exactly the same size, but I can't put the futon in there because his closet is twice as wide. I don't know, maybe I don't want the futon anyway. None of them have futons in their rooms and they seem to do fine. I don't know. Need to think about it a bit more. Anyways, its getting late and I think everybody wants to get up between 11 and 12 to go to breakfast at owens. Sounds goooood. Goodnight.