Archive for July, 2004

Family Fun Day

Thursday, July 15th, 2004

So, today was the day that my dad and mom and I all spent together doing family activity. We went to the Johnson Space Center near Texas City (aka: Houston from “Houston, we have a problem.”). Took some tours, saw some exhibits, watched an iMax film about the international space station. I saw some neat things, some disturbing people, some sexy girls. I took plenty of pictures, but I doubt that very many came out very well. On the way home, we stopped at El Toro for dinner and then rented The Bourne Identity to watch when we got home. And then we watched The Bourne Identity, and it was good. While we were renting the video, I saw an interesting new product. I think that I totally need to get CRUNK!!! in the next couple days before I leave TX.

Anyhow, I will post some pictures from the Space Center as soon as I get them uploaded.

update: pics!

The last brushstrokes of a setting sun

Wednesday, July 14th, 2004

Well, I finished the painting today. It isn’t fantastic, but it is definitely good enough that I am pleased with it overall. I was going to wait till everything had dried before taking and posting another picture, but cereal4killers and so_herewego just posted some artwork and I didn’t want to feel left out.

So without further ado:

The color of the water hyacinth blossoms didn’t capture quite right in this photo because the paint is fairly thick and is still kind of wet. But overall, that’s about how it really looks.

Domo arigato, Mr. AIM-bot-o

Monday, July 12th, 2004

So another interesting IM related spam event occurred today as well. While working on something or other, I was interrupted by an AIM chat invite. Unfortunately, it occurred just as I was hitting [enter], and so I ended up accidentally accepting the invite and being taken to the chat room. As soon as I had entered, it was fairly obvious that it was some sort of attempt at spamming or hacking (virus-infecting), and so I was about to just exit the room. However, the general chaos and confusion created by all of the people coming and going and by the number of bots (trying to get people to click on links in their profile) struck me as somewhat fascinating, and so I decided to leave the window open and just watch. Maybe I am just weird, but I found it sort of interesting. So anyhow, if anyone else is curious, here is a transcript of the chat room incident:

“Chosen8254″ Chat Room Log

Personal Entry

Sunday, July 11th, 2004

Purple Heart

Hehuh! I gotta remember to write that one in my dream journal!

Saturday, July 10th, 2004

I had a strange enough dream last night that I figured it was worth recording before I forgot it. So here is the basic summary that I wrote down. It was even more strange because it was incredibly vivid and realistic, but the things that happened couldn’t possibly be real.



Friday, July 9th, 2004

I am sick of bad haircuts.
I am sick of having to spend 20 minutes with a couple mirrors and some scissors and a beard-trimmer to fucking fix my hair cut.
How do barbers & hair stylists ever get their license/degree/certification if they can’t even make a straight goddamn line across the back of my head where my neck meets my skull? If I can fucking see that it is lopsided, I would think that who ever is cutting my hair could fucking see that it is lopsided.

Wednesday, July 7th, 2004

you know, for believing that i have as little patience as i do, it strikes me as strange that i seem to do nothing with my life but wait. i keep saying to myself: “one more hour, one more day, one more week, one more month, one more year, one more decade–just one more.” it’s much like in soccer pre-season training or swim practice; i would just repeat to myself “one more step/stroke, one more lap, one more step/stroke, one more lap,” lap after lap–trudging along, half alive and with only one goal. i was waiting to go to college for so long, waiting to change schools, waiting for a break, waiting to leave morgantown… now i am waiting to return to morgantown and school. and then what? waiting to graduate, waiting to find a job, waiting to become financially stable, waiting to die a lonely death. i’ve waited for love, and i suppose that i still wait although it is no longer something i expect. ultimately, i am waiting for death. for an end. for a resolution. waiting to have nothing left to wait for.

i need to fucking change my life. but honestly? i am waiting until i have more energy and motivation.


For my own reference:

Wednesday, July 7th, 2004

- Sometimes, I wish I could be part of a police-escorted presidential murdercade.
– In the year I was born, scientists/doctors replaced a man’s heart with the first successful artificial heart. I’m sure I have some sort of reflection on this, but I cannot pin it down.

Tuesday, July 6th, 2004

I worked some more on the painting: another painting progress update

Monday, July 5th, 2004

I worked on the painting some more: painting progress