Some random shit...

I should be going to bed because I'm leaving for Oswego tomorrow and I have a long drive and what not. But I'm sitting at my computer listening to Ludacris. Ludacris is fucking awful, but I love his music. It's so fun and happy and amazingly retarded. This motherfucker has more money that I ever will and he deserves all of it for being able to sell this shit to people. Not to me though, I stole it fair and square. You can't trick me.

I hate flying insects. All of them. Gnats, bees, dragon flies, and moths in particular. I've decided that they serve no purpose and should all die. I really can't imagine my life being any worse without them. Only better. Lots better. You might try to convince me that they're important because they serve as food for other creatures, but here's something: on a day-to-day basis, I only really like dogs and cats as pets. I really only eat chicken, pig, and cow. And as far as I know, none of them eat gnats or mosquitos or moths or dragon flies. So, I really don't need them, and if that means that all the bats die, so be it. Bats freak me out anyhow. Fuck them.

The Yankees lost two of three in Seattle, which shouldn't have happened. They come off being Boston five fucking times straight, Boston, one of the best teams in the league, but they can't beat Seattle, a team that had lost eleven straight going into the game. They're still six games up on Boston in the AL East and Boston is I think three games back from the wild card, so as long as the Yankees can stay on top in the AL East and the White Sox and Twins can keep the wild card, Boston won't make the playoffs, thus ensuring the beginning of a new curse because Boston let Johnny Damon go to the Yankees (and now he's having arguibly his best season).

I drove around my stepmom's Tahoe for a few days. While I like the added feeling of power, I really missed my car. Yeah, I bitch about that little piece of Civic all the time, but I really do like it. Who am I kidding, I love that car. As soon as I got back into it after getting it back (the backdoor finally opens again), I felt a lot more comfortable. The Tahoe is too big and takes up too much room and uses too much gas. The Civic just melts into me and seems to know what I'm going to do before I'm going to do it. It's changes lanes a lot better. It gets up to speed the way I want it it. And it sure as fuck stops a lot better than that fucking tank. It also smells delicious and the mats are nice and clean thanks to a free carwash that I did not expect. All around, I'm pleased, and I don't even care that that back window still doesn't work, the CD player doesn't work at all anymore, and the roof light went out. I think a fuse might have blowen. The Civic is a vehicle that simply wants to be broken.

Alright, that's all I've got. Can't say that I'm not looking forward to getting out of here.

It's almost time to go back...

I can't wait to go back to Oswego. Technically, I've already been back because I was there all of last week, but even still, I really don't think it counts as being "back" until it's permanent and that won't happen until like, the 25th or something. I'll probably sneak back a little early and just bum around in Rita's room all secret-agent like. Not that it really matters, I think the people in her building knew I was there anyhow. At least, the janitors did because I let them in for all the work orders they tried to put through.

So, last week I mostly sat around and did nothing. I wrote a few reviews, a couple that I'm actually proud of! I also played through Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3, and also Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4. I started playing Extermination as well, which is an awfully generic survival horror game made by Sony for the PS2. I also watched a lot of TV, including Cops and World's Scariest Police Videos. Man, I love it when cops chase criminals and catch them. And of course, I spent a lot of time with Rita, even though she was very busy with RA training and all. We went out and bought a very nice foton for the two of us to share. We got suckered into it, but the lady dropped about $100 off the price tag, so we got it for a good price. I'm going to be pleased with it. I forgot how God-awful school beds are. BUH.

And more, I have goals for the semester. Being back in Oswego really got me pumped for learning and personal improvement. Here we go:

1) I got a gym membership. I want to use it.
2) I need to work on being nicer to people. I learned this summer that I'm probably going to be surrounded by absolute dipshits for the rest of my life, and now's the time to learn how to deal with them. Plus, with Rita being an RA, I can't argue with her residents, even if they are awful.
3) 3.7. This semester is going to be hard, what with the senior seminar and all, but I'm going to try to actually take notes when I read things and the like so I'm ahead of the curve. Plus, considering most of my tests are take-home essays, summerizing the most important points in each chapter as I read it would make it a lot easier when I go back to write my essay.
4) Get a fucking job. I applied at the in-town movie theater and I'm applying at Price Chopper. I need to work. My parents are too angry to give me money all semester for stupid shit.
5) Improve Thunderbolt. The site kind of just sits there sometimes. I want to make sure it doesn't.

I think those are good goals. I think I might be able to do them too.

In other news, I think I have an ear infection. Fucking thing hurts. I think I got it on vacation in the Poconos. While in the Poconos, I bought some fireworks, and Zach and Anthony and I did a tour-de-explosion around South Glens Falls and Queensbury. It was exciting launching off fireworks in the K-Mart and Wal-Mart parking lots. We also rented Santa's Slay, which stars the always enjoyable Goldberg of WCW fame, and the movie was entertaining as all hell. They even featured the stupid game we play with the circle-thing below your waste. Twice. We almost died of laughter. Zach said "It's almost like we got drunk and made this movie." It had explosions, ass-kicking, and curling. Sweet.

That's that. I'm going to bed now. It's almost morning.