Official Status: Freshman...Again.

Doesn't it ever bother people that life is just a series of repetitions, patterns, iterations that occur on increasingly larger (or smaller) scales as each stage is completed?

You're all fractals! Haha. Losers.

Damn, I'm one of them too. Well, at any rate, it can't be too bad because no one's ever rebelled against it.

Ah, the Power of Standing Up

Firstly, listening to some awesome French music...thank you W and E...(holy shit...I remembered names for more than 30 seconds, though it took a little while there!)...and yeah, A rocks because of sour gummy worms. (Being a dweeb, I can't tell the difference between a freshman and a non-freshman, not noticing a lack of confusion.)

Fuck. That sounds like some chatty, shitty blog, when really I meant to outline why politics is such a convenient field in relation to the exciting (to my ego) follow-up to the Sex Signals presentation today (which dissed U of I...harrrrgh, half my school). Well, the total lack of an Orientation Aide meant that we were sitting in a room (after having to go around the building because only the quad-side door was open...not cool for lazy dudes like me) for around ten minutes.

All I did was stand up to see what happened...I mean, what else do you do when people are sitting and just chatting, waiting for something to happen? Anyway, considering that the eye is drawn to motion, around 4 or 5 people actually noticed that I was up...then I made the mistake of opening my already excessively opened mouth.... Oh well. The upshot was that W (being closest to the board) got up and wrote stuff down (with authority--that was a very exciting underline :D), and when the board filled up, I merely mentioned that it meant we had accomplished something and could leave. So people left, and it was awesome, because all the other meetings went an hour after ours...unless that isn't awesome, but oh well. This floor is too goddamn quiet anyway (and knocking on random doors to say hi is cool, as evinced by the great music I am now listening to!).

At any rate, it's interesting how people are willing to listen to someone with as little or maybe even less qualifications than they if that person just decides to do something.

This proves that Jainism, despite being heavy on morals, is self-contradictory in stating that action, as the root of all sin, should be avoided--because without actions, nothing would happen. People are content to sink into entropy (which really should be pretty damn obvious considering what le dorm is slowly degenerating into--haven't made my bed, I throw my clothes around, and it is good!).

Haha...this is way too funny.

Dear Hoover House,

Please let me extend my apologies for your CLM #2 mishap this
evening. We realized last week that the room you were scheduled to be in
was double booked and updated your appointment cards and unfortunately, that
information was never clearly translated to your OLs.

Tomorrow, for CLM #3 you will be in Green 110. At that time, we will
provide you with information for both Chicago Life Meetings 2 and 3 and
hopefully be able to make this up to you.

We apologize for the confusion and inconvenience and hope you enjoy the
rest of your O-Week.

The CPO


So yeah...some poor bastard's going to walk in and find out that Al-Qaeda abducted Russell Crowe, and also that we are mad about the U of I reference...and some other random shit.

((Later, the discovery was made that the very people supposed to lead our discussion were the ones that found our B.S., to which I say: Ha, ha.))

Um, Yeah. And Then I Ate a Spoon.

It's the best short-notice title I could think of.

Anyway, went to Millennium Park on Sunday...it was cool. I walked and talked and lay down under the Bean...after suggesting this to a bunch of people also under it, so we were in a big circle and someone took a photo. Well, after we got up, it turned out that the dudes were in some other dorm...if someone with that photo reads this, please send me the picture. :D

Mini-golf in Chicago sucks. Who the hell builds a mini-golf course without windmills??!

Cold Stone makes good ice cream...at least their coffee malts are amazing.

Oooooo...funny UC shirt...as soon as it goes on sale, I'm buying one!

Chicago! :O

Weird things I have seen since the 17th:

An old, weathered homeless man sitting in the nook of a church...right by an enormous sign that says "Jesus Never Fails".

A genuine streaker (well, just the backside, thank Bob) running alongside the bagpipe procession.

A magnificent, decently ornate (but not baroquely ornate) arch (that we went through)--with a huge plastic sign right below the point welcoming new students.

Bright pink party hats on the spikes of a rather venerable iron gate.

Random UC t-shirts ("If it were easy, it'd be YOUR MOM", "Where fun comes to die.", etc.) (I currently have two in my possession...technically 3 I guess, but one's a large)...w/e.

Possibly the most disturbing thing ever...a bag of chips endorsed by "L'il Romeo" and with some bootylicious descriptors.

A shitload of dead birds. At least they all had their heads.

An EGG outside stairwell no. 4, Max P East between the second and third floors.

A lot of random crap (Oreo covered in white fudge, pens, marker, duct tape) on a second floor windowsill on the side where there's a drop.

A firecracker--naturally set off by frat boys--hitting the side of the building I live in and fizzling out (lovely sssss noise, wish I could do that with boiling water!).

A Chicago team *gasp WINNING the World Series?! :O

From One Frying Pan to Another

Finally...leaving for college. I must ask one question: is this a beginning or an end? Then again, that question cannot be asked; it is unfair because it can be asked of every single moment of life because there is something very cyclic about the world--business cycles, temperature cycles, epochs, eras, conflicts, all repeating themselves if only one chooses the right vantage point.

I'm sure there's a great place to end this, but I haven't found it, so mleh.

WTF, Surreality! Leave me alone!

...sooo out of it I was today, purposeless and aimless, hoping to avoid human interaction because humans are icky.

MUTANT FLOWERS bother me deeply. DEEPLY.

I'm probably going to end up writing a damn story about it.

Holy Crap, Another Philanthropic Blog

Hurricane Katrina.

There, I've acknowledged it happened. Wait, no--not good enough in the U.S.; every individual sob story
(excuse me, I was listening to one of my favorite songs)

Whatever...I don't want to see any more shitty articles or whatever saying 'go donate! be nice!' It's not like the message's doing anything to help some poor guy who decided not to pay attention to the warnings telling him to get his goddamn ass out of the area (yeah, I know, home loyalty. w/e).

So yeah, either stfu or go there and do something useful. Even better, go do something in a country that has more important things to worry about than $5 gas. We are fucking pathetic. "Oh no, I can't drive my SUV everywhere!" YOU HAVE AN SUV? Actually, even a goddamn $9000 Kia is amazing. There are countries where *gasp* not everyone has a car--and it's not because they were following the Atkins diet and now need to lose weight; it's because they're POOR.

Not to mention that altruism is nonexistent in a country that offers massive tax breaks for donating money.

And here's a nice little email forward I got:
A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was: "Would you please give your honest opinionabout solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"

The survey was a huge failure: in Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant, in India they didn't know what 'honest' meant, in Europe they didn't know what'shortage' meant, in China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant, in the MiddleEast they didn't know what 'solution' meant, in South America they didn'tknow what 'please' meant....
And in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant.