| A day too,; Remember. |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|12:04 am] |
"hold'em joe"
"McNamara's band"
"it's a good day"
"ezekiel saw the wheel"
"america the beautiful'
"GO MY SON"
(shh, this is a birthday present, if I can find the book)
So, call me crazy. Call me a fuck off. Call the police if you want.
As of now, today anyways, I'm enrolled in a few classes. Three.
I do my English homework. A whole lot of alternative energy talk. Oil is bad. Nuclear energy is destructive. Hydrogen and reducing carbon emission makes me happy... if I can afford it. Electrolosis, right? Plasma based natural gas? Vaporized ethanol straight from distillation through combustion engines? The very power of the sun?
English 1010. I don't get too excited.
Math 1050, college algebra. I remember most of it from high school, except that I don't go to class and I don't take the tests.
I will, I promise. I want to pass this class. I want to learn what it is teaching. and... I don't want to go to class. I'm tired of random women... jewing me? Can I ask that you shut the fuck up in math, or is that your porogative? Because, the teacher, he's mostly is on about the white board. He talks, he does some math, and if you follow it, you might learn something. But if that is too much... I'll just learn all that crap from home. I learned all this stuff already, and got a B for not doing my homework. Now, they... well, they only ask that I can do the god damn work. So math 1050, you're a write off. I'm going to learn trig on my own and test into calculus for next semester. Maybe next semester I'll get it right, or just learn everything from a calculator. I'll be worse off, in the short term, I'm sure. But as a whole, I'll still make sure I learn the math.
And LIB 1010, the curiculum mandated couse I'm taking cocurrently with English 1010. Yes, I'm negelgent. I know. And you may not like me. I know that too. But here is the deal. I don't honestly believe that you're a legitimate class. Bad on me. Really, it is. I want to pass. I do. I want to pass! But... cut and paste shouldn't have a deadline. And if it did, deadline should be recultivated to simulate a line in which information was porgative. I'm not a good student! I'm sorry! But really, hold me back. You will. That's fine. I'm going to go chat with the higher ups and complain about your social sciences building. Fucking assholes. All I wanted to do was take one god damn English class, but you had to get all technical and completely drain the social side of things from me. So fuck you. Fuck your mother. And if your administrator has a shits worth of sense... you know what, fuck them too. I take my place, and I'll pass your tests, and I'll write your papers. So why don't you quit riding my ass?
Role reversal. You fall short.
but hey, if that's too much for you, I'm an organ donor. I'm told my eyes can be very green.
My saving grace here, day to day, is Rachel, really. I get so tried of feeling like I have to explain myself. Wards and schools requesting every little thing. Wanting it, taking it. I can't handle what they want. I can't honestly spit it out. She at least only needs what is important from me. I know, that for myself, that what I need is some sort of... realistic approach for the future. And even as a failure at my current rate, I feel like I can deliver that. I guess I hold a high opinion of myself. Sometimes one that is unrealistic, not to the work that is asked of me, but to the recognition of much of what is represented. It's hard to hold a blind eye to a world in which it is asked that all is considered. Worst case scenario, I can make it. I would love to make room for more than myself; More than my family. And I do sit through these classes. I am even trying to step it up into this 'game'. But really, if it becomes too much, I have promised myself, a hat trick isn't worth it. I know my rights.
So back to my concerns. A short stint here was it? A life style worth living; And worthy cause. And still, at that, a place to call my home.
I'm calling. Believe you me. It's just not all in sync these days. |
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| And from the corner of the room you hear a beep |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|02:16 am] |
Hey, word just got back. I'm not dumb.
"Yay, I throw a party"
So ideas. I've had plenty of those.
Got to find some homegrown work ethic to make them happen still.
Mostly plans to support a home from it's most accessible resources. A little know how is required, but that's where the homegrown part comes in.
I still want to learn, because knowledge is power! I'm trying not to make a production out of the current education system, but it has it's solid points so I don't mind listening in. I don't think I'll learn what I want, but I'll be closer. And otherwise the course work probably wont be daunting. I can get into book work if I have to.
More fun ideas involve research of tree sap for ethanol. Just because I hear you don't need too many trees to get a load of sap, which contains sugar. So then you go though the process of, well, fermentation and distillment. Ending up with something resembling fuel. It would be nice to have a generator and furnace for a house running off the sap from your trees, and then even getting solar panels and selling energy back to the grid. That sounds like money to me.
Shh, not to mention I hear it's not too different from making moonshine. And isn't absinthe made from wood alchohol?
Aaaaaaaand I want puppies. I miss having a dog.
Lets see...
Drinking
Smoking
Uh, yeah, smoking
I don't swear too bad
and... I do them all at the same time?
Word up |
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| Don't Mine my Mind |
[Dec. 1st, 2007|10:51 pm] |
I find I'm hesitant to explain things. Explanation only ever seems to cheapen the experience.
I think I'll op that all future events in need of explanation instead invest their efforts in a sort of mental cognitive memory reading deal.
Er.. Or maybe exactly the opposite. I can see a lot of problems with a society hopped up on memory reading binges. They'll end up like search engines with every other returned result being porn related, ...only you'll know the nudes this time.
And I don't know about you, but most people I know I don't want to see porn of, even if it is in mental cognitive form.
So that's a big no on mind reading until we clean up the internets. We'll just have to suffer through the crap explanations, exaggerated stories, and unsolved murder mysteries. Either that or... |
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[Nov. 13th, 2007|08:20 am] |
So when it all comes down to what all has happened since last I honestly communicated with anyone who'd seen me in the last 2 years for more that a week or so, my answer comes back blank.
No, I have not lost my memory. And I am not part of an undercover agency which has been formed in an effort to weed out the internal scourges of the common place mind.
It's just that I ran off to find something that I never found, and rather than hang my head low until someone bothers to lob it off for me, I think I'll just pretend I've been watching for cracks in the walkway (as to not step on them and by doing so avoid breaking the back of my mother).
So in conclusion, my moms back is alive and well.
And besides all that, I'm in Seattle, and I want to work on fishing boats. Go fish! (like, in the net) |
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[Dec. 18th, 2005|12:39 pm] |
So, I have to write a cgi web application by the end of the day. The problem is I've never written one before, and it's fairly important that I get it done.
Well, ...here goes nothing. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2005|09:58 am] |
Anbesol is almost delcious now.
It's an acquired taste. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
Goodwill has recently received 5 monitors and 4 computers, courtesy of me.
However, I kept the hard drives. I still need to get shit off them and hadn't had a chance yet. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|09:19 pm] |
When Powerade is 50 cents per 32 FL OZ, everybody wins.
My fridge looks like a Powerade vending machine. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|08:40 pm] |
A funny line came out of IRC today.
"The internet is easy. It's all in the wrist." |
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[May. 29th, 2005|10:36 pm] |
So, I go to use the dish soap, and I can't find it. I look around the sink, under the sink, in drawers near the sink, in the bathroom, and in the living room. Still no dish soap. I look around some more, in other places in the kitchen. All the counters, under the sink again, on the fridge, in the cupboards. No soap.
So I decide to wash the dish with ust hot water. I walk back to the sink and there is the soap, like three inches to the right of the sink.
Sometimes I think aliens pull shit like that just to make sure we don't suspect anything. I mean, no one wants to seem crazy by holding thier fist to the air and screaming curses at the aliens apon finding the soap, so we just pick it up and start washing the dish as if nothing happen. Convincing ourselfs that whatever weird things happen are probably just us being stupid, and certinly not the work of aliens. |
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[May. 29th, 2005|08:33 pm] |
There are a couple CDs that I associate with times in my life. Not purposfully associated or anything, just when songs from them come on I remember things about that time, how it felt, what I was doing. things like that.
The first is A Perfect Circle - Mer de Noms.
I listened to this a lot on the bus in Costa Mesa. More specificaly what I remember is taking the bus to OCC for the little while I went there. Always a nice thought or feeling. More or less carefree enviroment. I mean, I went to college that I wasn't paying for, went home and ate whatever dinner Jo-Annie had cooked (She made pasta with groundbeef and corn a lot), and that was about it. The CD only beings back the good memories about it.
The other is The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium.
This one reminds me of humid afternoon rains, the old apartment, the intersection of orange and williamson. Some deal as the last, only the good things about them.
Those are the only two really. The sad thing is that I don't have much to look farward to should Frances the Mute be like this. I've listened to it the most at my desk at work, so bleh. |
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[May. 29th, 2005|07:25 pm] |
Well shit, Draino actually works.
I should have used it months ago. |
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| Man with the plan ... to make plans |
[May. 8th, 2005|01:09 am] |
Well, as far as life and all that good stuff goes, there are really only 2 things that are roughly planned out.
Number One.
I must have my own means of transportation by the 26th of this month.
The difficulty of this is dependent on how picky I want to be about said transportation. I can get some cheap old less than 1k car, get a nice dependable car, or anything in the middle (depending on the financial juggle). One factor in that however is...
Number Two.
I am staying in the house I am in now until August. Not to say that I'm leaving in August, just that that is when my lease is up. So regardless of what is decided, that fact stays a constant.
Oh, one more thing is that no matter the outcome, it still involves one puppy.
The gist of this is more or less that I'm not sure if I want to stay in Virginia or not. I'm not really itching to get out or anything, but I wouldn't mind me some California. Part of the factor is how work goes. I'm going to ask for a certain amount of pay, come the beginning of next month. If I get it, then work becomes a reason to stay in Virginia. If I don't then it is irrelevant.
So yeah, who knows where I'll be come Christmas? Not me. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2005|12:40 am] |
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One thing I've always took a lot of pride in is that I don't say things unless I mean them. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2005|09:53 am] |
Here's a quote from a message board.
'The term "sexual harassment" is usually explained to me at my school by saying "touching someone when they don't want to be touched."'
So THAT'S what mom was afraid of. |
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| Live journal huh? Who'da thunk. |
[Apr. 21st, 2005|08:29 pm] |
Let's do a quick update.
So me and Lynne aren't together anymore. Still living together and all that jazz though. No issues there on either side.
I got a job at a furniture factory about 3 months ago. My title is 'Material Analyst'. Boils down to making sure people don't fuck up thier inventory and what not. And when they do, go fix it. Been working 55-60 hour weeks, and it gets stressful at times. But all in all I enjoy it, and 20 hours of overtime a week is nice.
Puppy got lost, picked up by animal control, taken to pound, almost put to sleep. Lynne found him and ran around doing things including swearing the dog was hers in court, and got him before they put him to sleep. Tickets for no rabies shot and no license ensue.
Recently got into a small car accident (small damage wise). It involved 7 cars in 3 separate collision. 6AM, rainy road, curve in the freeway. Van cuts off can eclipse, eclipse hits van. Saturn tries to change lanes, but clips the eclipse, next car changes lanes, breaks and swerves. Misses the saturn. Utility van breaks skids, stops. Focus (me), breaks, skids, stops... on the utility vans bumper. Cavalier breaks, changes lanes to avoid focus, cuts off truck, hit's em in the front. Truck get's hit and breaks.
Bleh.
$500 co pay on repairs. $50 a day rental while the car is getting fixed (didn't have rental in the insurance. I will from now on). Problems keep coming up despite how minor the damage seemed. They've had it for almost 2 weeks now.
I need to buy a car too. There was a 1993 hyundai elantra with 88k miles on it for 600 dollars from a whole sale car type place, but I am always at work during everything business hours, so I bet it's gone by now. For what the rental is costing I could have bought that car. Meh.
Thank god for overtime.
Don't get the wrong idea though. All in all things are more than fine.
Oh, and cause of work I learned a lot about excel and visual basic, which is nice. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2005|07:31 pm] |
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Haha, I love the saying "pity party". I need to start using it more. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2005|11:20 pm] |
So today I messed around with the image creation part of php for the first time. Up until now I've only really focused on php with MYSQL, and have gotten pretty good with it. If I can get it in the database then I can do more or less anything with it at that point. However I am extremely lacking in all other areas of php.
Anyways, the image creation part of php is extremely exciting. Now as far as I see it PHP has one goal, and that is to make things dynamic. The more dynamic, and still understanable by the average (or below average) web surfer, the better. And the image creation thing helps with dynamic layouts.
I'm trying to think of a good idea for a dynamic image project, to get a better handle on it all. The best I've come up with so far is just some avatar/icon creator or something.
Get image: crop image: resize image: whatever
Choose font: choose font color: font size: type text
Place text: repeat text stuff if desired: add shapes borders whatever
I think I could more or less get though something like that. Not so I can get people to come to my site and use it or anything. Just something to learn the image creation with, the the fact that it would just be a shitty ms paint with more fonts doesn't matter.
And rather than finishing this entry, I'm doing to shut down my computer.
Oh, Dan. Not sure if you know php or not. If you do I have a questions. imagettfbbox() lets you find out what size the text is gonna be which is all well and good, but you place the text by it's hover line, not by it's (0,0). So I'm having issues with the image getting cut off (the hover line changing in respect to it's height when things like y and g are or aren't there). I haven't looked into it that much, but is there an easy way to place the text?
And now I shut down. |
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| Man I'm hungry |
[Jan. 30th, 2005|05:24 am] |
My other user name was getting a little old. I guess it was the best my 12 year old mind could come up with at the time, but jaredmd just doesn't seem to be cutting it anymore. I remember how funny it seemed that my middle and last initals were the same as medical doctor. I think I even thought of how funny that would be as a licence plate because, get this, I'm not a medical doctor! They are just my initals! I know I know, brilliant. I thought a lot of things were funny back then; Random words, the number twelve, but never palmolive. It's really more confusing than it is funny.
That being said... I think I may use this thing a little more that I have in the past. You know, for saying stuff and what not. Replying to stuff too. That sort of thing. |
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