I am sore. I went to the gym yesterday and pumped iron for the second time this week, the second time in three months. I
then ran approximately 8/9's of a mile with peteinyourpants. The first time I have ran for the sake of running in over a
year. I'm determined to get back in my previous state of high school being in shapeness. Then I went and played two games
of intramural soccer and got this lovely wound. Now today I am feeling the
effects of the lifting, running, and soccer and my only wish is that somebody would stick a straw in my body and slurp out
the lactic acid.
Last week was the series finale of Dawson's Creek. Perhaps being the only heterosexual male that follows the show, I was
disappointed in the ending. The two hours consisted of utter bullshit. Every fan was debating whether Joey Potter was going
to end up with Pacey or Dawson, and to my dismay, she picked Pacey. Dawson and Joey are soulmates and meant to be together
but she uses Pacey for the raw, passionate animal sex. WhatEVER. And the weeks leading up to the finale were saturated with
references to "one of the main four characters DYING" and anybody with at least part of a brain would know it's got to be
Jen. Dawson, Joey, and Pacey are involved in an unsolved love triangle so killing one of them was out of the question. I
was looking forward to seeing how the writers would X Jen out of the script, and once again, I crapped my pants in
disappointment. Nope, no drive-by shooting or shark attack, but a heart ailment. A FRICKING HEART AILMENT. These kids have
been infesting my television set every Wednesday evening for the past six years and Jen succumbs to an unknown condition that
"she had all along." GAG ME. And when Joey asked why she couldn't get a heart transplant, Jen's Grams told her that it
would be impossible to get one in time because she is fading too fast and she can't just jump in the front of the line for a
vital organ. Grams perhaps you should have told her that she can't get a heart BECAUSE IT'S THE SERIES FINALE AND JEN HAS TO
DIE. And also Grams you failed to acknowledge the fact that your granddaughter looks like a fricking duck. I guess they
couldn't find any ducks on the creek willing to donate their heart.
Speaking of ducks, the last two mornings I have come across this punkass Mallard on the way to my class. I have to cross a
sidewalk that acts as a measly little bridge over a measly little stream. Hell, it doesn't even deserve to be called a
stream... it's simply a puddle that moves. And in this puddle is Mr. Mallard just standing there and taunting me. His
ankles aren't even getting wet and he's making it a point that he get into that body of water. Yes, I know you are a duck
and ducks live off of the water. I live in an apartment. You don't see me running to every single house I see and standing
in it, do you? I drive a car. I don't hop in every automobile that drives by and cock a 'tude. So what's your fucking
deal? Next time I see you, I'm snapping your neck with my bare hands. I'd like to see you snap MY neck you
no-hands-crosseyed-winged-bitch. WHAT.
So what if the Spurs won last night? Head over to Drunken Chaos and
tell him that he's WRONG about the Spurs winning the whole thing. Tonight the Pistons and the Joyzee Nets play... hopefully
Detroit won't choke as they did in the last two games. PAHHHHHTHETIC.
Everytime I go fishing with Tom at the Harvey's lake, I catch the same fucking snapping turtle. I'm sick of it.
Whoooot! Return of the mack, once again return of the mack, top of the
world, return of the mack, watch my flow, you know that I'll be back, here I go. I had been stuck on a fricking quarantined
plane in San Francisco for a week because all those crazy Asians are attempting to spread SARS throughout the world. They
finally hauled off the deceased in a wheelbarrow and tested all the other passengers for signs of the virus and once cleared,
released us off into the real world once again. I will take this time to be thankful that I live in America and we have
freedom because I never want to be stuck on a plane with crazy SARS patients ever again. Now that I have narrowly escaped
certain death, I've got to update this!
I am here back at JMU for my 8 week summer school taking wackass Java computer programming that I swear will be the demise of
me. Steve is back and he's taking a poetry class that apparently is easier than pie, so he's been going insane due to lack
of having anything to do. Speaking of pie, Piyum is back and taking a course that has an exam every Thursday, so he's in the
same boat with me. Lots of work to be done. BOOOOOOOOOOOO. But it's okay because last night we drank wine and watched the
Martha Stewart special because we are nongay. Enough babbling about me.
The NBA playoffs are in full force, and I hate Tim Duncan. I wanted so badly for the Lakers to beat the Spurs to see a
four-peat championship run and also because I hate Tim Duncan. Yes, I know he is MVP again but that means nothing to me.
Any other seven-footer who flops like a little bitch baby should have shared the award with him. Kobe Bryant, Kevin Garnett,
Tracy McGrady, and Shawn Bradley all deserve the award more than him. It's okay because my white boys Dirk, Nash, Bradley,
and Najera and my homies Nick Van Exel and Mike Finley are going to take it to his house and make Duncan wish he was never
born.
I got some fansigns from peoples and now I will share them with you. People come on and send some fansigns and I will post
them and everything will be fine and dandy.
On Sunday, my sister graduated from UVa. The commencement excercises were held outside on the Lawn in the cold and miserable
rain. My mom, dad, my two grandmas,and I all sported neon ponchos to shelter us from the rain because apparently umbrellas
were banned so everyone could see the graduates. But of course, nobody else abided by this rule and every single mofo had an
umbrella. And every single umbrella smacked me in the face. Asians are the worst for three reasons. First off, they are
short so the metal prongs of death are perfectly eye level and conveniently find my eyes. Second, they are so quick and
jerky and spastic, there is no telling when I am going to get struck again. And finally, none of them ever said they were
sorry. One Asian kid with a mustache who thought he was black whacked me so hard and I said "What the fuh" and he turned
around and looked at me and then he ran away crying because my dad karate kicked him in the stache.
Well I have to go and do some computer programming and eat some chicken wings. Be sure to also check out Drunken Chaos because I said so. Yurp.
May 9, 2003
Hey there baby. CRY BABY MORE LIKE IT. Finals are over now, horray! Last night we got a keg of our sweet nectar Natty Light to drink with our pals before we part our ways for the summer... FOREVER! HAHHAHAAHHAHA. A bunch of kiddies are staying for at JMU all summer including yours truly. HAHAHAHA. Anyways, check out some pictures that I took last night. And I'll write more some other time. Peter patrick pitter patters on the window.
Last night my computer crashed, and I thought it was doomed. Windows XP decided to become
corrupt when I least needed it to, and I spent three hours fixing the damn thing. At first I
thought I had to go out and buy Windows XP since I thought I didn't have the CD with me... but
luckily I found it in my closet underneath my dirty towels. I tried mutltiple times to recover
my original settings in the XP recover mode, but that was worthless. I decided to just reinstall
XP and in turn, I lost all My Documents including most of my papers I have written this semester
and My Pictures, which includes all the pictures that I have taken since Christmas. I didn't
have to format my hard drive but I figure it should be a good idea since my computer likes to
randomly shut off. Enough baloney maloney, it's update time!
Before I start, I wanted to say that I got a letter from Sam yesterday. He seems to be doing pretty well at boot camp... as well as I expected him to be doing there. He said that he really wants people to write to him because he has no contact with the outside world besides 5 minutes of phone calls on Sundays. So that being pretty shitty, please fricking drop him a line... even if you don't know well, or at all, write some encouraging words. And include pictures of hot chicks. Seriously... all you fooooiiiine ladies send him some eyecandy. Hell, even pictures from magazines you commie bastards. But they can't be naked or he has to do pushups. DO IT NOW.
I've got three finals this week, two of them being cumulative. Statistics and Macroeconomics and
then Art History. They all will blow, but everyone else here at JMU is in the same boat so that
makes me happy. HAHAHAHA. Can't wait til they over so I can get a week break and then come back
for 8 more weeks of summer school. HAHAHAHA. But it's okay because JMU is the best school in
Virginia. What? You don't believe me? Check it.
The Party Scene- Yes I know every college student likes to claim that their school is a
bigger party school than the next, but is your school the only school in
Virginia and number 25th nationally ranked in Playboy's list of Top 25 party schools? No?
Aww poor babies. Kiddies from Radford always boast about their reign over the
PartySchool.com poll. I'm going to let you in a little secret. You are number one because
everyone there is sitting home on Friday nights clicking and voting on the poll, while everyone
at JMU is out getting drunkdafied and shizzldifaced. HAHAHAHAHA. Okay enough bashing, I'll let
you know why I like JMU's party scene. You can pretty much go to any party you want, even if you
have no clue who lives there, and you can usually manage to get some alcohol. FOR FREE. I have
never been to a party where they charge at the door or 5 bucks a cup. That's how we roll. You
drink everyone else's beer, and then you are pretty much expected to have your own parties and
serve your beer to everyone else. FOR FREE. And everywhere you go, most people are friendly and
welcome you into their humble abode.
The Greek Life-This is related to the above point, but then again it's seperate. I'm not
into the whole Greek scene at JMU. Not that I'm against fraternities... In fact most of them are
cool like Kappa Sig and Sigma Chi, but then again some are hugely homo, like.. I'm not gunna say.
You know if you go to JMU what frats I am talking about, but sadly I don't think the members
realize it and still proudly don their letters while maintaining their huge egos. Anyways, what
I'm getting at is that JMU is not a huge Greek school. You don't have to be in a frat to be
"cool" or to go to a party, because while the fraternities throw some wicked parties, the
surrounding apartment and townhouse complexes are always hoppin. There are no brothers sitting
on couches guarding the door and bitching you out if you aren't on the sacred guest list. As for
sorority girls, I heart them.
The Athletics- Sure, Tech had Michael Vick. But you know what, he left Tech early not
because he was so amazingly super but because he HATED TECH. HAHAHAHHA. He wanted to get out of
there as fast as he could. HAHAHAHA. And UVA had Ralph Sampson and Claudia Reyna and Dawn Staley
and blah blah blah... Well you know what, JMU had Scott Norwood.. the kicker for the Buffalo
Bills in Super Bowl XXV. With 8 seconds left, Scott was called to the field to win the game with
a 47 yard field goal. The kick sails wide right and Buffalo loses. Norwood becomes perhaps
sports biggest goat of all-time. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. I'm not sure what the point is, but
that one definitely isn't it. JMU played Tech in Michael Vick's debut and decided to be nice and
let them win 47-0 and help out their perfect season. But that won't happen again. JMU plays Tech
in football this coming fall, WATCH OUT. And JMU almost beat Michael Jordan's UNC championship
team in the second round of the NCAA tourney. Sadly, JMU lost by two. But if we would have won,
Michael would have been a nobody and everyone would be rockin Air Vlades.
The Girls- Since JMU started out as a women's college, the female to male ratio is still
fantastic. The last stats I have heard is 59% women and 41% men. And about 80% of the 59% are
hot women, whereas 99% of the 41% are ugly men, so the odds are in favor of the 1% of snagging
one of the 47%. Got it? Good.
Mr. Madison- Our school is named after the fourth president of the United States, and he also
is the shortest president. Even though he had absolutely no part in the university, at least he
had one named after him. HAHAHA. Thomas Jefferson University, where you at? I don't recall a
president named Polytechnic either. HAHAHA.
I hope you now realize why JMU is the best school in Virginia. I also want to link this
article because it's so well-written and so true and so funny... the funniest thing EVER!
Now I just want to bring up something that has always bothered me. Now before you get in a hissy
fit, I want to remind you that I do not mean to piss anybody off. In fact, if you really know
me, I don't get pissed off too often and I normally get along with types of people. That being
said, what is the deal with wearing Abercrombie and American Eagle and GAP tee-shirts? Hence I
said tee-shirts, I could care less what kind of brand name flannel or jeans or cargo shorts you
have. Tee-shirts are tee-shirts. Why the hell do you spend 30 bucks on a shirt that has some
lame-o sexual innuendo and is plastered with the store's name on it? Is it because you want to
have the same shirt that every other guy on campus has? Is it some kind of status symbol to show
how much money you have blown on a fricking tee-shirt? Now I'm not trying to preach to you about
conformity or nonconformity, because actually noncomformists are conforming to other
nonconformists. I'm not some punk rocker who is trying to rebel against society. I am just
curious about the Abercrombie tee-shirt craze... I want to hear some good, legitimate reasons
why? Some of my best friends wear these shirts, and I don't really mind it, I just choose not to
participate in their choice of fashion. I like to find unique and fun shirts at the thrift shops
for a quarter. Why? Because they are one of a kind, very comfortable, dirt cheap, and make
great conversation pieces. "Hey, nice A&F shirt... I bet you could take me out on a nice dinner
because you have lots of money. Oh, wait you aren't the guy I was talking to before, I got mixed
up because you have the same shirt." Vs. "Hey there, nice unique and cheap and fun shirt, I bet
you could take me out on a nice dinner because you don't waste money on shirts and have lots of
money left over for a nice dinner." And then I would most likely say "No, I WILL NOT TAKE YOU TO
DINNER BECAUSE YOU SHOULDN'T MAKE STEREOTYPES AND ASSUME I HAVE LOTS OF MONEY LEFT OVER TO TAKE
YOU TO DINNER BECAUSE YOU SHOULD LIKE ME FOR WHO I AM, NOT MY SHIRT, AND PLUS YOU JUST FARTED."
Bah. Yeah, I just don't understand why guys feel the need to blow 30 bucks to be a walking
billboard for outlets in the mall. Hence I said guys, because I don't really care what girls
choose to wear because well... girls are cool.
I added a bunch of different sections to the site, if you haven't noticed already. I added a
section for College Related stuff, a section for links to pornish sites because I get a bunch of
visits to my site of people looking for porn so I can just direct them there, and a Referrers
section. That section shows the top sites that send me visitors and it's reset every day. Check
those links out, they are worthy. I also put the counter and the online users counter under my face, because I like it better there.
I am sore. I went to the gym yesterday and pumped iron for the second time this week, the second time in three months. I
then ran approximately 8/9's of a mile with peteinyourpants. The first time I have ran for the sake of running in over a
year. I'm determined to get back in my previous state of high school being in shapeness. Then I went and played two games
of intramural soccer and 