Washing Dishes

Once you live in your own place and eat off your own dishes, you'll be amazed at how often you have to wash them. We have a dishwasher in our apartment here, but dishwashers are only effective if you own a bazillion dishes and can go an entire week without cleaning a single one. Dishwashers are not meeting their full capabilities when they wash five dishes at a time. So for now, I'll stick to washing my dishes in the sink. My hands are much smoother now, I'll have you know. Yes, it's been such a life long goal to get my hands sexier than they already are. Hehe

Another oddity about my apartment is that since we pay the bills ourselves now, we keep it a little on the warm side. So warm, in fact, that I brought a bag of bagels here from home on Sunday, ate one on Monday, and by Wednesday the rest were moldy. From now on, the bread is going in the fridge. Speaking of the fridge and food going bad - I wonder how long eggs last. Much longer than bread, I assume.

Alright, time to shower. I'm off to my friend's 21st birthday tonight. It's Casino Royale themed, so I've been told to bring my poker set. This should be fun. Pictures to come. I'm sure you're all craving pictures of me in my favorite habitat: dressed up and playing hold'em.

Bored tonight? No party for you? www.Pandora.com - do a search for Broken Social Scene. It's a party for your head. You'll thank me.

Pray for my friend Dan

I just got a text message this morning saying that Dan, a very good friend from Biola whom I've known since our first semester, is sick in the hospital with cancer. Pray for him and those close to him if you would. Thanks.

Six Inches!

FAIRFAX, Va., June 18 (UPI) -- Students at a middle school in Vienna, Va., are at arms-length with one another to avoid being punished under the institution's new no-touching policy.

Shall we start taking bets as to how long until lawmakers institute mandatory saran-wrapping before stepping on school grounds?

But the new policy has prompted complaints from the parents of some students, who said such stringent measures stop children from learning in a real-life environment.

This is why there should be a No-Touch LAW country wide. Such a law would make the parents' argument obsolete. A person should be allowed to touch another person only after both parties present signed documents to the local courthouse in their respective cities. In order to officiate the document, a Drivers License and proof of American citizenship would be required upon submittal. Killing two birds with one stone, this new law would also discourage illegal immigration since it would be impossible for aliens to attain a "Touch Waiver."

DragonflyBlade21

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, "You're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way." This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying,
"You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."

Movie Time!

Sick and stuck on the couch yesterday, I went on a movie spree. My roomamte, Nate, has a great collection of movies I've been meaning to see. That said, I waltzed over to our beautiful 42" DLP HDTV with three movies in hand.

Movie #1: Fight Club
How could I have never seen Fight Club before!? It came out when I was in sixth/seventh grade - that's probably why. This movie is definitely not for kids, but what an awesome movie. Brad Pitt is just plain cool in this flick, and the cinematography is definitely getting an honorable mention in my book. Good stuff, definitely a Saturday night movie.

Movie #2: Signs
M. Night Shyamalan has never let me down. Ever since Lady in the Water, I was hooked to his work. Though Lady in the Water was the first M. Night movie I saw, I've been trying my best to play catch up. Unbreakable came next, then The Sixth Sense. Next on my list is The Village. That will cover all his most popular movies - then on to Wide Awake and Playing with Anger. M. Night's monster in Signs was a bit on the corny side. Definitely not I.L.M.'s best work, so I partially blame Mr. Lucas because of that.

Movie #3: The Fifth Element
Wow. Just....wow. What an awesome movie. Hehe, I chuckled to myself at the end, not because it was funny, but because it was just plain perfect. Granted, the visual effects during the flying car shots in New York City weren't nearly as believable as the computer gererated work that can be accomplished with today's technology, The Fifth Element aims to please, hitting its mark squarely. I'm sure those of you who have seen the movie can agree: The opera scene - gorgeous, absolutely stunning.

So there's your look at my Saturday. I realize I have much more catching up to do every time I look at Nate's collection. I'm coming home next weekend for Father's Day (and to sell my car) so I doubt I'll have time to watch anything then. One thing I am hoping to do though, is to kidnap my best friend Matt for the next week!

More for the portfolio

Last night I was pretty out of it. I've had this head cold - congestion combination that's been keeping me hopped up on meds for the past few days. Since I couldn't fall asleep last night, I decided to write lyrics that attempted to mimic the guy from the B-52's. I woke up and saw the sheet of paper at the foot of my bed. Honestly, I have no clue what I was writing about, but reading it made me laugh.

They say the sun sets on the man who frowns
And the kids are gonna frown if you don't let them get down
So to keep down the frowning you must condone the downing
And turn up the volume to maximize the sound

This is the beat, the sound designed to turn that frown upside down
We are the kings, the crowns, the instigators of loud
We are singing in the streets, waking up the town
Until the pigs come around and tell us to stop getting down

Tomorrow voices in the air, the beat from underground
Is getting out to everywhere calling everyone around
To turn their frown upside down and to begin the downing
Turn the volume up to loud and feel the rhythm pounding

Gettin' all makey-outey

Hiatus

Pale-yellow, the sun tries its best to shine through the blockade of gray in the sky. Though the waves are roaring ever constantly, I barely notice them now. The cold, chilly wind pierces my skin as I sit on this sandy beach - alone and occupied only with my thoughts.

I had hoped to enjoy this time by myself, but I am unable to take in God's creation with my mind completely on reserve. Now I find myself plagued by choices I've made earlier in the year. In spite of the very bad ones, there have been many good choices. Why must the bad choices seem to outweigh and outlast the good?

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The sun is a bit brighter now, but the air is colder still. The wind, though in the presence of the sun, carries on relentlessly. Making things worse, the tide is on its way in. Too quickly, the sea becomes my neighbor - a cold, caustic neighbor with bad taste who never shuts up. This neighbor of mine pays me no recognition, no attention, no courtesy. He does not care that his encroachment into my little plot on the beach is about to disrupt my sitting. Though inconsiderate, my neighbor is known to snatch up the lives of those who fail to pay due respect. I scoot back.

...

Sky's clearing up now. Blue is peaking out from behind the clouds, but it does me no good. It is as cold as ever on this pier - and yes, I've moved to a bench on the pier now. I am perched above a score of drysuit-clad surfers who wait for what will probably be their last ride in. Just when I begin to think to myself, "They're too far out to catch anything," a few big ones hit, one after another.

Half of them are on shore now, while their patient companions wait for the next batch of their choosing. It's really cold. Morons.

A Typical Day in the IRC Chatroom...

Cruising around www.bash.org - I happened upon this wonderful conversation that took place in some unknown IRC chat.

[cthon98] hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars
[cthon98] ********* see!
[azurediamond] hunter2
[azurediamond] doesnt look like stars to me
[cthon98] [azurediamond] *******
[cthon98] thats what I see
[azurediamond] oh, really?
[cthon98] Absolutely
[azurediamond] you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2
[azurediamond] haha, does that look funny to you?
[cthon98] lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******
[azurediamond] thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that
[cthon98> yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******
[azurediamond] awesome!
[azurediamond] wait, how do you know my pw?
[cthon98] er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause its your pw
[azurediamond] oh, ok.