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3-26-2002

So does anyone actually read this thing anymore? If you are, then woot for you. If not then you probably need to start reading. I'm not sure why I decided to start this up again, but I AM, so it's MEMOIR TIME for you lovely lovely people.

As life is wont to do, my opinions and ideas have changed since my last posting! For one thing I'm now a Communication with IT major here at Juniata College and hoping to stay here for a couple more years. I've made new friends here and strengthened old friendships! I'm working hard and studying and having fun. Brian comes up every few weekends and spends hideous amounts of money on me--watashi no zushi-chan!

The Mac Lab I used to work at has been all but closed, so I write this little bit of nonsense from my NT workstation in the office of Juniata's main computer lab. Yup. I'm also stressing out entirely about Cultural Analysis (it's a sophomore sorrow around here.)

So. Does anyone care? Anyone? Hello?



10-2-01: Sarah, I'm so sorry I don't update my memoirs enough. I don't feel like mungling with html some nights, and I'm very sorry that I am not all that amusing of late with my total lack of any decent material.

It's Mountain Day today, that great day in which there is inexplicably no classes at Juniata College. The tradition started years ago when the school was still young. An illness hit the campus in early fall, and in order to escape it some students went up to the mountains. Hence, we have Mountain Day, a day in which everyone goes to Raystown Lake and eats bad food and gets sunburnt. Or they can be like me, and stay in the dorms and sleep and get homework done and get bored out of their heads.

Yes. I'm bored out of my brain. Someone please amuse me. Give me brain candy.

Theresa's Random Quote Du Jour:
"Can't we all just crawl into holes and be turtles?" --Shanna

Food of the Day: Banana walnut muffins. Big, sweet, fatty and wunnnnderful.

Song of the Day

"Sanctus" from Haydn's Lord Nelson Mass. I dont' want to describe it. It's all in Latin anyway. But it's cool.

That's all for my boring little world today. Oh! The Outcats are coming along nicely! Keep checking back for them in my newart directory!



9-24-01: Welcome to another installation of Outcat's Memoirs. I sit in my lab typing this (I work in the iMac lab on campus that no one seems to have discovered yet.)

So, let's see. I got a pair of baggy stovepipe pants with big back pockets at the local cheapo secondhand place for $6. Zonz. EXACTLY the same as a pair I once had but gave to a friend of mine when they got too big for me! (That was during one of my weight loss phases. ;) Except the waist is a few inches smaller on this pair. Woot.

I've got a wonderful sense of accomplishment from having survived my first 1/4 of the semester. I feel I did pretty well on my French test, I've finished my take-home Communication 110 exam, and I'm enjoying my field of study. I'm missing home horrifically, though. *sigh* Someone write me snail-mail! :)

Song of the Day

Saviour Machine, Legend II, "The Bride of Christ". It's just really cool and ambient and driving and stuff. I like it. Go listen to it.

Theresa's Random Quote Du Jour: "Some pointy-headed cretin sent me that virus that's been going around. Yes, they are a pointy headed cretin, and I am praying for them. Pointy-headed cretins like nothing better than to wreak havoc. That's why I'm praying that they'll experience as much pain as I have trying to get my software installed properly again." --Prof Meriwether-Devries, SO 101

Food of the Day: Caffeine. Yeah, it's more of a substance and not really a food, but I tell you what, I was in NEED today. My brain felt like it was sloshing around painfully within my skull and I felt horrifically lethargic. Until my 2 cups of coffee around 1:00PM (lunchtime, after all my classes and all that.) Life! Vigor! Happiness!

9-23-01Whoa. I've discovered that Happy Readers are Good Readers.

Read: Some people dont' like it when I dont' update this page regularly. Hoo boy.

Well, what things are going on in my otherwise boring life? A few things. First, your dear little outcat is STILL off her skateboard for the rest of the week due to a strained tendon. Grr. No running. No skating. Grr.

Next off, the new Blake comic is up. Woot.

And fascinatingly enough, my hair doesn't suck!

Also, the OutCats are slated to make their glorious return sometime soon. Yay!

Food of the Day: This was a tough one, but I gotta give mad props to Fred for this one. In a really dumb rambling IM conversation I said something about cocoa puffs. He said something about Honeycomb. I went to the store today and a cheap-o in-house Honeycomb imitation brand was on sale in huuuge cheap boxes, buyonegetonefree.

Coincidence?

...

Yeah, probably. But I ate a bunch of those today.

Song of the Day

It's been a long time since I've done this! Woo. My song today would have to be Rebecca St James' "Silent Night", from her Christmas album. I'd post the lyrics here, but it's a lot of humming and going "la la la" and then finally singing words you already know, but it's a cool song anyway. Yes, I'm listening to Christmas music already. I wan' go home. *schnurfel*

Theresa's Random Quote Du Jour: "Theresa, did you send me a 'secret admirer' email with 'monkey' in the subject heading?" --Rachel



9-20-01: I feel like establishing some form of normalcy again, so now, outcat's memoirs are back in full swing. I trust you will enjoy them.

Even as I type this the clock is changing to 12:00, so I might as well label this 9-21. Or not. I dont' know.

I'm off the skateboard for at least a week >:( since I strained a tendon in my left foot from pushing off. Yes. I'm goofy. Dont' make fun of me.

I'm going to spout my rambling opinion now. I like George W. I think he's got a very good public demeanor, one that's almost surprising. He's a very educated man (doesn't he have Yale and Harvard degrees) but he acts humbly and speaks with the slight Texas drawl that makes people think he's a moron. And he's not. I think he's handling the current situation very well.

There, I'm done.

I don't really have a Song of the Day. I DO have a Food of the Day:

FOOD OF THE DAY
Candy corn! 95 cents for a big bag at Weis Grocery. Tooth rot and indigestion for all of us!

9-19-01: Well, I went for over a week without updating my meomirs. To all my oh-so-loyal fans, I do apologize sincerely. I really did not feel much like writing a whole lot of tripe about myself, as there were much more important things to think about.

Time to get on my obligatory Internet journalist's soapbox. Our nation is forever changed. We are now aware of things in a way we never were before. We face the possibility of war. And my generation--my scary, undermotivated, so-called delinquent generation--the youngest adults--have marked our progression into adulthood with this tragic event.

Anyone else afraid? Of losing loved ones, of facing violence, possibly biochemical warfare, of sacrificing comforts and conveniences and living in apprehension of every next day?

It happens every day in this world.

And I know I'm kind of worried.

I don't feel like having a "Song of the Day" or "Random Theresa Quote Du Jour". Hope you all understand.


9-11-01: Dear Jesus.

There's nothing else to be said. I'm pretty sure you've all heard by now what happened to the World Trade building and the Pentagon, and I'm just as upset about all that as the next American geek. Classes here have been canceled. I'm sitting here in the cybercafe using vim and telnet to write this.

I've made a new Blake comic for the day. Here.



9-10-01: Due to the overwhelming response of people who actually read these (thank you Sarah) I guess I might as well continue doing it.

I've started putting my newest art in its own directory, so keep checking back there as well as this memoir page.

One day I'm going to write a memoir in French. It'll be totally random. Just you wait.

Theresa's Random Spouting Du Jour: "I could drink any of your blood if I wanted to. There's no law against it. Just line up." -- Prof. Meriwether-Devries, SO 101

Food of the Day: Little Snickers miniature candy bars. I have a whole bag in my fridge. Mmm.

Song of the Day

Okay, I'm actually going to do a review today! (Not that anyone's really paying attention; I just do this to feel special.)

Stars and Clouds by Stavesacre (I do tend to fall back on the old Stave quite often, now, don't I?) I just picked this song because I think it's absolutely beautiful, I'm wearing my Stavesacre shirt today, and it's easy to review.

None of the guys in Stavesacre were married, nor did they have kids, so they couldn't have a wife who died and a son left to take care of at the time this song was written. The meaning of it used to escape me, as it seems to be a man talking about his (probably separated) wife's passing and the poignant time he spends with his son after the fact.

"Sunlight / Such a beautiful day to say goodbye, goodbye. /
We try to look our best thinking of you / How can I pretend when inside none of this seems right? But timing isn't mine. /
There were things I needed to make right. /
Well, so long / I never dreamed that I would see the end /
That we wouldn't make amends / Come short of reconciling / Still memories remind me /
He's so calm, still and quiet / Precious and powerless but somehow strong" ...

I've heard that Stavesacre performed this song as a tribute and encouragement to a friend of the band whose wife had died, but I'm really not 100% sure of its origins.

Classic Stavesacre fare. Starts out with a mellow, easy-paced bass solo. D-D'-D-D'-D-C#'-D-C#'-D-C#'-D-C#'--D-D'-D-D'-D-C#'-D-C#'-D-E'-E' yeah something like that. Then the big old warm drop-D distorted guitars come in and Mark starts singing. The chorus makes a somewhat surprising transition into the key of A major.

As long as I may stay
I will pray the same
To live a life
Like a child
And never to forget what I know loving is

 I really have no means of relating to this song. I've never been married, I don't know anything about children, but it's got some really beautiful imagery.

I kiss him (little ones)
goodnight and (to Him belong)
sing this song (they are weak)
for you (He is strong)

goosebumps!


9-9-01: Not a lot really goes on around here, it seems.

I DO have this new piece of artwork that I hope to use as a logo for my artwork or something. I don't know. Here.

By the way, does anyone REALLY read this? If you do throw email at me. I love you all. I really do. But if absolutely no one's looking at this I dont' see much point in doing it. :)

So my power went out at 9:00 this morning. Well, that's not entirely accurate. SOMETHING malfunctioned at 9:00 this morning. The overhead lights still worked, but nothing plugged into an outlet would. Then I had to restart my imac three times before the display would work properly. OS X is cute, I tell you, but ever since I installed it I've had some weird display problems (i.e. the image was shifted and suffered from "pixel streak", the green or red guns wouldn't turn on, etc.)

I actually have a song of the day, because it was in my head when I woke up and the disc it's on was in my iMac and started playing when I turned it back on this morning (the stupid freaking power came back at about 9:30.)

What else is new in my boring little life? I'm working two nights a week in my iMac lab...I quit pep band because I DETEST football and I had no fun at all. I'm going to take a First Aid/CPR course in November. My hair is still a rather nicish red. No tattoos yet. I'm sleepy. I want coffee. I need to go to church in a little bit, here.

.....(yawn)

Song of the Day Cheekiewakadooka (Condescending) by Awaiting the Seventh. I'm not really sure how to describe it, except it's got some cool rhythms and Fred yells "Cheekiewakadooka". And I'm too tired and lazy to do an analysis of it right now. ;]

All right, so I'm getting lazy on this Song of the Day thing. Bah.

Random Theresa Spouting of the Day: "It's G major DIMINISHED! DIMINISHED!"



9-7-01: Okay, so I'm really, REALLY dumb. I keep missing days here. Not that anyone is really disturbed by this.

Go look at my newest artwork.

What's new in my life? These will be shortly, as well as this. I absolutely cannot wait. I'm going to give the old Variflex board I've got to someone who'll like it (honestly, I think it'd be okay with a new set of trucks and wheels.)

I had some brief insane periods lately in which I contemplated dyeing my hair pink. No. No. No. The black dye was bad enough.

I don't really have a song of the day today, but I DO have some things I've been working on. If you've got a few minutes (or hours depending on your bandwidth) do go see my music.


9-4-01Okay, so I'm dumb and I missed a day. Blake now has a permanent home: go here.

I ordered my skateboard. It should be here next week. Happy day.

No Song of the Day yet. I have to go to class. Ugh.


9-2-01: Gahhh, the network SUCKS tonight!
I will order my new skateboard tomorrow. I'm so happy. :) In the mean time I've basically destroyed my Vans Old Skools. They've got big holes in the sides. Vans are typically skate sneakers, but Old Skools are inexpensive (mine were $35) and canvas (falls apart mad action style). Anyone want to buy me a pair of Rowleys?

Blake will have a permanent home soon, so you can go look at the latest cartoon, archives, whatever. If it really takes off I might go look at Keenspot...


I write all my html by hand. (It's not hard when the page layout is as simple as this.) Ergo, I've got html on the brain. I always wanna do A HREF tags when typing a URL to someone on like AIM or something. Bear with me. I'm stupid today.

Song of the Day
I'm So Scared by Aleixa. Starts out with a moody, trancey thing with an edgy techno bass line, ambient strings, classic 16ths on the hi-hat, and a music-box-ish descant. Then it gets classically Aleixa-aggressive, with fat guitars and a funky "liii-yop!" jazz chant. The part I really love, though, is the bridge about halfway through the song. The guitars abruptly stop, and an ambient strings-and-musicbox thing start, keeping the soft hi-hat and a classic techno bass drum. The music does a lot, but it's the whispered "hush, hush" that really encourages me. The edgy ambience and the aggressive guitars before the bridge are coupled with anxious, frightened lyrics:

...you're so close I could touch you
you're so cold I could warm you
if you want me, call to me?...

I'm so scared (I'm so scared) you can live on without me
You can love another one like me.
I'm so scared (I'm so scared) I don't mean as much to you
There's nothing I can do but wait...
(li-yop)
I'm so scared (I'm so scared) I'll never feel your skin
I'll never feel your lips on mine...

And then the ambient part kicks in...

(hush, hush....hush, hush)

I find this song very uplifting, for some reason. The calm, haunting "hush" is in the "eye of the storm", so to speak, in the more soothing, flowing bridge. something I could use right now.

Ars gratia artis. Art for the sake of art. No more explaining.

Hush, hush.



9-1-01: Well, my hair is red again. It's sort of weird and streaky and orangey, like someone did a really bad job doing highlights (HEY! It's HARD to bleach hair all by yourself at 3 in the morning! Shut up!) but it's mostly a nice uniform chestnut goldish red, a bit darker than my natural color, nonetheless red. I am thus happy.

Update 6:43PM: I went to the club fair here at Juniata College and I'm going to be doing cartoons for the Juniatian, the school's paper. I will be posting it on Chienworks as well! Here's a sneak peek for you--this will become my webcomic. The school only requires that I submit one per two weeks, but I'm going to try to do at least one a week--more if I feel like it.

The premiere Blake comic!



I am such an insomniac. I absolutely could not sleep until 6:30 this morning. Then I woke right up again at 11:00. Maybe it's the three cans of diet soda and the large Sheetz dark roast coffee at 1:00am. I should lay off the stimulants.

Song of the Day
I feel victorious over my hair. So perhaps I'm taking this song a little out of context, but I have "overcome", right? One Girl Army by Five Iron Frenzy.Aggressive ska-core with funky swingy interludes, I think it says it all.
She is strong but never silent, sure of where her faith comes from
One day, one girl army will overcome...



8-31-01(1:45AM): The bleach left some interesting red highlights in my hair. It was about four hours old by the time I put it on though, so it wasn't very strong. I'm going to think a little more about my situation before mixing up the whole batch (I'd just made up a little to do a test strand.) I feel a lot more normal. Like I have really dark brown hair all over with red bits in it. The little bit of bleach did a lot. I may have a friend actually put highlights in it. Props to my new friend Nick across the hall for helping me out with my hair today. You're a cool guy. :)

Update 8:22AM: I am a redhead again! I look like a very dark warm auburn with red tints and like someone did a hack and slash job with black underlighting, but my hair is mostly red again!!!!!

So happy.

Update 8:27PM: I was not able to get ahold of a digital camera yet, but look here for a basic approximation. And here for a basic idea of what my surroundings are. (The hair isn't as accurate in that shot.) I'll update it as it starts to look better.

Update 10:47PM: I now have Awaitingtheseventh music up! Get Wash the Piggie.mp3 and Cheekiewakadooka.mp3!

Boycott Clairol. Woot woot for Loreal. Their Feria Bleach Blonding, Nutra Vive Deep Conditioner for Dry Hair, and Casting Colorspa are da coolest. It's looking like these are the only things that're gonna make my hair decent again. The conditioner is particularly yummy. Even with all the crap I've been doing to my hair lately, my hair has been incredibly strong and elastic. After my mad bleach fest tonight, I had a total of one (1!!) hair fall out.

Song of the Day: The song of the day is unquestionably MxPx, Bad Hair Day. It couldn't be said any better than with this grungy, garagey, crooning tune in the key of G.

I'm sorry I can't relate
I refuse to associate
So don't go blaming me
For your bad hair day (bad hair day).

I saw you yesterday, you told me to go away...
Would you like an aspirin for your bad hair day?
Bad hair day...



8-30-01: I'm beginning to despair of life itself with my hair. I got the UnColor, used it, it didn't work. I called up Clairol and they said that using the Uncolor "SET" my hair so that the color was now PERMANENT. I am rather upset.

I don't have a Song of the Day today. I'm too mad. :(

Encouraging Update 10:45PM EST: Bleach seems to do stuff to my hair: ie, turn it red. Surprise, surprise. Let's see how this turns out. Thus, I have picked the perfect Song of the Day as I wait for my bleach.

Song of the Day:
Keep Waiting by Stavesacre. Starts out with a mellow, warm, distorted guitar solo: D-A-C#-A-D'-A-D-D'-C#-A
and then launches into a typical, fat, drop-D song about despair and then encouragment . I'm noticing a theme here with Stavesacre. :)
I was far away from here
Felt like a million miles
Under unfamiliar skies in more than one way far from dreams I'd dreamed.
I'd seen the blinding light
There was hope but was there time?
Slow trigger starting line and each day of waiting seemed eternity...
Never left my side...
You never left my mind...
...
Keep waiting, I'll be right on time...


8-29-01: I dropped Geology 101 because it doesn't count as a science credit at USD (go figure!?) Now I'm taking Sociology 101, French 210 (my third semester), Choral Union, Intro to Communications, Art of Public Speaking, and Professional Journalism and Feature Writing. I'd say I'm working my butt off.

Speaking of which, I AM losing wretched amounts of weight. I suppose I'd rather that than gain a "sophomore 15", but I was kind of hoping those baggy plaid pants I have wouldn't get TOO baggy.

I suppose I should get out into town today and spend more money...how I need a job!


I've ordered this thing called "Uncolor" from Clairol, the folks who manufactured the "mottled death". The whole order set me back about 15 bucks, but the distribution center is about four hours from here so I should have it tomorrow. I'm hoping a friend will help me with it. If it turns my hair a weird orangey color, who freaking cares. I just want it to be red again.

I don't really have a Song of the Day today...yet.

8-28-01: I didn't get into my Mass Media and Society (CM 133) class--it was too full, even though I jumped right on it last semester and was among the first to submit my class schedule. Blah.

What other incredibly boring things are going on in my life? Oh yes, I have a rather large assortment of boxes in my room--all Ben's belongings that Karl and I got out of the storage facility. Ben, if you're reading this, you have more stuff than I do. Holy crap. :P

Instead of flat black, most of my hair is now a rather encouraging shade of dark brown. If any of you have ideas to facilitate the removal of Level 2 (color lasts through 24 shampoos) hair dye, I'm quite open to suggestions. *huff* Why can't it be like the bloody Special Effects I bought and wash out in two days?

Song of the Day (download it!!)
Well, I was going to post something by Aleixa, but then April sent me this picture of (from left) Trent, Abe, herself, and Bob. The only course of action is to post the chart-topping hit by this illustrious band. It's known simply as Wash the Piggie (or alternately, Cleansing of the Swine), and it's ATS in all their brilliance. Casey starts off with a slightly warm, slightly edgy, barely distorted riff in E minor, with some rather ambient techno-inspired gongs and feedback-like harmonies tossed in there. Then all heck breaks loose with some syncopated sixteenths, and the piggie-washing gets underway in an aggressive, driving instrumental. Bob, in superb Bob fashion, takes off on a complex, funky octave-flying bass line. The bridge in the middle of the song where Fred takes off on the toms doing something like 32nd notes for a good four measures is truly impressive ATS fare.

I've got no idea if the song's got official lyrics yet, but everyone knows the words:
Wash, wash, the piggie piggie piggie piggie
Wash, wash, the piggie piggie piggie piggie
Wash, wash, the piggie piggie piggie piggie
Wash, wash, the piggie!
8-27-01:It's been a very long time since I've written anything here, and for this I apologize (I know how ardently people try to find out what I've been doing.) If I'm bored or motivated enough, I may continue to post long meaningless garbage about what I'm doing. I may even encourage people to look at it.

I have arrived once more at Juniata College. I had a very good summer and my school year went rather well. Some relationships changed. I won't say whether some changes were good or bad, but they changed me at least a little. I can't say I'm a totally different person, because I'm not, but I've learned a great deal.

I am proud to host the (now defunct)awaitingtheseventh site. I have gotten to know the guys and they're some of my best friends. They've encouraged me in my Christian walk, helped me be a better musician and have donated me their time and resources (when Bob's family fed us that massive spaghetti dinner...and when Casey didn't get mad at me and Sarah for coming over at 3:30am...and when Fred let us invade his house time and time again to yell at each other playing N64 and watch stupid bad movies...) If there's any way you can support these guys, do it.

Like I said, I'm back at Juniata. I try to be outgoing. I play my guitar. I've started skateboarding again (pray for me. :P) Those of you who know anything about me know I can hardly run a few miles without inexplicably falling over, so this should be interesting.

I dyed my hair black. This was not one of my better ideas. I have never seen a more aggressive manifestation of "mottled death", as my friend Rachel would put it. After I managed to get the dye off my skin, I then needed to clean my tile floor. I hopelessly ruined a shirt. And the dye was terrible. It took rather well to the top of my head (too well) but it washed promptly out of the last few inches of my hair. Not cool. Fortunately, by the time I get back to South Dakota, it will all have washed out. As for those who know me at Juniata? They're used to me doing stupid things like that. :P

Song of the Day: Gold and Silver by Stavesacre. Starts out cool and slightly moody with a lot of soft clean guitars going Bm - G - D/G or something like that. Then a classic fat drop-D ending about finding refuge. Quintessential Stave. My all-time favorite.

you slipped from my arms, I knew you had to go
such a heavy heart, who could hope to hold
and I know where you're going and that's the hardest part
no matter where tonight ends, you won't escape your broken heart
...
do I see God in all of this
or maybe all along
it's just that we're so small and simply not as strong
strong like wings of silver and feathers made of gold
to carry heavy hearts, to cover all our helpless souls
to cover all of us..

I now leave the rest of the memoirs up, just because they're historical (hysterical?). Here's a look at me over a year ago:

3-24-00: A normal Friday. I come to school, greet Ben. We're seniors. Start out the day with Bible class. I don't remember much about it. Or much about the day, for that matter. All I know is, I had to wrestle with authority to be able to get out an hour early to go to a youth retreat with Ben and his sophomore brother Abe.
2:30pm--Left school to go to Megateen Retreat at Sunshine Bible Academy in Miller, SD. Abe screams a lot. Ben gets disgruntled. I eat salsa straight from the jar. Normality.

3-25-00: Saturday at the teen retreat. Ben is incoherent in the morning. Abe is wearing his pimpin' shirt. I steal a guitar from a guy there. Abe steals it from me and tries to play it. He doesn't do too badly. We leave at about 9 because we don't like it.

3-26-00: Church--message about how the American church has become lax. Very true. I go to Subway with the youthies and Ben and Abe's parents and younger sister, Sarah.
12:03AM--CAIMLAS tells me about how a WD drive throws up its heads and dies horribly. I ponder why Airborne Express has chosen to send me another Palm Pilot Professional for no immediately apparent reason. Perhaps because 3Com was having trouble with them a few weeks ago. I get techno-deep at this time of night.

3-27-00 Abe looks like Jim Carrey, I look like Gillian Andersen, and Ben looks like James Van Der Beek. We consider doing a movie about ourselves: HSD Punks. Frumpy.

4-14-00Youth retreat at my church. USR sends me another Palm.I consider not returning it. Various other things, such as our band, ESD, gets a chance at performing. Very, very good things happen.

5-3-00 After a long hiatus from doing my Geek Memoirs, I return. Trent gave me a Cadbury egg, Alex wants to drive my car, Abe gets eaten by his cat, Ben retires Frump for the summer. I'm going to Juniata College next year. Yay.

5-8-00 I am left to clean up the remains of a 486 box that Ben gutted while over here. I think I'll still call it Crackhead. USR sent me another Palm Pilot. I returned the previous one, but not without due hesitation. Ben's trying to build a server for his dad's office.


10-2-00 Yeah, yeah, I was away for a very long time. So sue me. I could go on and on about what happened. I could go on about the trip to Juniata College, how tumultuous things are, but I won't. I gave Ben the fourth Palm Pilot USR tried to send me; they didn't ask for it back and they didn't care. My aunt gave me several Macintoshes. One's an iMac. I'm getting tutoring in Linear Algebra. I'm taking French and CWS (College Writing Seminar) and Computer Science 110. I'm learning C++, my html is still really really bad, and I'm not learning perl or java like I kinda want to someday.
I drink too much coffee. I stay up too late. I decorate my dorm room like an interior decorator gone mad. I put AOL CD's in the microwave; I adorn everything with Apple logos and Tux the Penguin. I like my roommate because she lets me eat her food. I run Mandrake 7.1 and FBSD 3.3 and MacOS9.
I go to church, Trinity Assembly of God, not far from campus, and I play my guitar. I miss home. I'll try to write down things on a slightly more regular basis.

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