Not much to say

I really don't have that much to say, just a few minor things I guess.

1) The new David Gray CD, Life In Slow Motion, is pretty damn good. My favorites: Disappearing World, Alibi, The One I Love, and Now and Always.

2) Today's Stats quiz was honestly, the most elementary thing I've ever done in my college career. The first two questions asked for the mean and median for Christ's sake. Hopefully the calc quiz is just as easy tomorrow.

3) Andy's coming up for the weekend, which always seems to make for a good time. No idea what we're going to be doing, but it's better that way. I used to always want to plan stuff out, but that's boring and completely unimpulsive.

4) It was cold today. Like 38 degrees when I walked to class, and even colder when I walked back because of the wind. Awesome.

5) I just thought a list of 5 things is cooler than a list of 4.

Mark My Words....

I will never procrastinate again, at least to this extent. I waited until the last day to work on my programming project, knowing full well that it wouldn't be easy. Needless to say, I've learned my lesson. Procrastination takes years off your life, and I don't need that.

And now it's 12:30, and I'm tired, and I have class at 8:30. Good night.

Prank #1

After Steve and Parker caused a flood in our kitchen, we got back at them the other night:

There's a door somewhere behind there. And some inspirational words and art. Prank week #2 started 23 minutes ago, so we'll see what happens. Uh oh.

Attention: The Kitchen Is Stocked

Mom and Dad made a visit this evening, and they brought half of Meijer with them. So, good news, we'll be eating like kings of a small monarchy for a week.

I don't know how I'm still up. I didn't go to sleep until 3:30 or 4 in the morning. Elizabeth came over for the second straight night (seriously, she must have nothing better to do), and we just watched tv, talked, and made fun of each other. Mostly it was me making fun of her, but she got a few good cuts in. At least I had a legitimate excuse for going to sleep late.

I woke up around 8:30 this morning, and it still felt weird being the only one in the apartment. Maybe it was the 4 hours of sleep, maybe it was the fact that I left the window open and there was a pretty cold breeze coming in. Regardless, I made absolutely nothing of my morning. Which was nice.

Afternoon came, MSU killed Illinois 61-14, I got some homework done, cleaned the place up a bit, watched some of the Michigan game, worked out, and then the kitchen got stocked. The end.

Wait, not yet. It's been really quiet around here; it's like everyone decided to go home or out of town this weekend, which is great/not cool/awesome/unnerving. Pick one of those I guess. So thanks for that everyone. Appreciate it.

I Like the Foo Fighters A Lot More Than I Thought

Seriously, listen to "Walking After You." Great song. Anyway, Josh left for home, and won't be back until Sunday. So I'm going to be going it alone for a few days, which I actually don't mind so much. It's nice having that alone time; everything just seems easier to deal with, and I get a chance to do my own thing.

Today was just a downright gloomy day. Oddly enough, I didn't mind it at all. Since I've been awake, it's rained at least 8 out of the 17 hours. Thunder, lightning, downpour, drizzle, mist, everything. I especially appreciated the rain when I rode my bike to class this morning.

I signed up for a 5k yesterday- I've got three weeks to get back into running shape, and I think I can do it. I'll be happy with like a 22 minute 5k, that'd be a decent time for not having run seriously for a little while now.

Short entries, Justin, short entries. Geez, who would've thought I'd have so much to talk about?

By the way, ANYONE can leave comments. You don't have to. But it'd be nice. If I wanted to talk to myself, I'd do that. I already do that.

Just Some Random Musings

So I'm sitting here, listening to Oasis, and wondering what the hell I'm going to do with my life, among other things. I mean, I'm almost 21 years old and about 2 years from graduating. That means the real world is just 2 years away. Am I ready? Oh God no. Actually, I take that back. I am ready for what the real world has to offer, but I'm not completely confident in my ability to handle it like a pro.

But at the same time, I want to be done with school, I want to move on with my life and face those challenges. I want to move out of Michigan, do something completely out of the ordinary and unexpected, and most importantly, be happy with the decisions I've made.

I've thought this for the longest time, and I'll say it again - a huge part of me would gladly sacrifice money for happiness, and happiness for me, at this point in my life, means gratification, knowing I've made a difference in the world. There was a point during this summer where I really thought about taking a year off of college, clearing my head, maybe going to volunteer with the Red Cross or something as equally worthy.

I can't believe September is already over. The semester is already flying by, and with each passing day, I wonder: "Have I made the most of this day? Have I fulfilled my potential? Have I made my parents proud? Have I managed to make a difference at all?" As much as I'd like to say yes to the above, I can't. There's that one part of me that always hesitates, always worries about what other people are going to think. I've got to stop that part of my brain.

I hate long entries, because if I'm reading someone else's, I barely make it through. Hopefully you did.

Let the Pranks Begin

I was working on a post yesterday, but then football started, so I never got around to finishing it. I'll get it up here tomorrow. But right now is something of more importance: the Beginning of the Prankapalooza Event Spectactular.

That's right, it's Josh and me versus Steve and Parker, apartment 211 against apartment 203. And today it kicked off- actually, about a half hour ago. After hanging out with Steve and Parker in the hallway, I came back to the apartment and told Josh about the idea. I was already worried, seeing as how Parker is pretty much the devil.

And sure enough, someone knocked at our door. I locked the chain, then opened the door, and there it went, 5 gallons of water pouring onto our kitchen floor, not to mention the carpet outside. I quickly unlocked the door completely, and chased after Jenna, one of their cronies. I got some water on her, and after laughing with Steve and Parker, came back to check the damage. Lots of water, and a large waste of paper towel. Kudos to you, you bastards. It's just beginning.

The Rules:
1. One prank a week
2. No consulting outside sources for pranks
3. No repetition of pranks
4. No personal harm can be inflicted
5. That's all I can think of.

My Back Hurts And I Have No Idea Why/How

Wow, what a night. I mean, it wasn't that eventful, but it was definitely fun. Andy, the third leg of our tripod, came up for the weekend, so we went out last night instead of Friday night. We saw "Kingdom of Heaven" over at Wells Hall on Friday, and by the time that was over, we just didn't feel like going anywhere else but Taco Bell and back to the apartment.

But last night was a different story. We went over to Cedar Village for Pat's surprise birthday party. After being the first ones there and waiting about an hour, Pat finally got there. We said our happy birthdays, drank a little more, and left for Dan's house over on M.A.C.

The funny thing about being at Jess's apartment was that I actually hung out and had a conversation with a girl. She was really cool, but the only thing is I really don't think she would have talked to me if I didn't have the beer in my hand. Seriously, I was acting the same as I always do, only difference was that clear cup.

Walking over to M.A.C. was fairly uneventful, but I do find that I'm liking the nightlife here more and more. Most people are pretty cool and really friendly, there's just the random and unavoidable rude drunk.

I haven't really had an open mind when it's come to parties at Jeff and Dan's house. It always seems to be a giant high school reunion, and I'm not about that. I'd rather go out and meet new people, not see the ones I saw for four years. But, the party was actually fun for the most part. We hung around there, watching beer pong, talking, for who knows how long. I was going to throw out a number there, but I have no idea.

I did meet Willie the Can Man, who is by far one of the coolest poverty-stricken cats I've met around East Lansing. He's actually got a club on facebook too, which is amazing, even more amazing is the fact that Willie told me about it. One of his quotes?

If you want to stay alive, don't drink and drive. But don't be silly, give your cans to Willie!

Now I'm just rambling. After M.A.C. we went over to Abbott and stopped at Pam's house to say a happy 21st. We left after around a half hour later, walked back home, and crashed.

It's September and It's Going To Be 91 Degrees

Funny how I said I was so lazy the other day. I'm pretty motivated, and I'm always up for playing football or basketball or running or working out. Anyway, class this morning was a drag, as always. A 90 minute lecture on C++ at 8:30 in the morning is never very much fun, especially when there's this weird Russian girl that can't go 6 minutes without opening her fat Commie mouth. That was wrong- her mouth isn't fat, only the rest of her. Apparently, it's up to her to tell the professor he's wrong, or to ask a question so impossibly stupid it makes you think. And she always manages to sit within two rows of me, so I get the full brunt of her annoying ways.

I've still got a Stats class at 5:30 today, so between now and then I'll work out, get some homework done, eat lunch, clean the apartment up a bit, and read. But in all reality, I'll end up taking a nap and playing some Playstation. Not in that order.

I'm So Lazy

You'd think that as a junior at a Big Ten university I'd be more motivated to do...anything at all. But I'm finding that it's incredibly hard to get myself going when I'm studying something I really don't have a passion for. I used to think engineering would be cool, especially the hands on portion of it, but that's the thing- I haven't gotten any hands-on experience, which isn't any one person's fault. I can blame myself for not getting out there and joining a few clubs, and I can also blame the people who create the curriculum for not allowing students to actually experiment with what they're going to be doing in the future. Oh well, I guess we'll just go with it and see what happens.

This weekend has been pretty fun, at least compared to other weekends up here. I said it before, but I'm not much for drinking. If you know anything about Michigan State University (read: rampant alcoholism, alcohol induced rioting, alcohol induced anything), you'll know that someone who doesn't drink 3 out of the 7 days of the week is the elementary school equivalent of the kid with thick glasses wearing clothes not even a homeless man would be caught in.

So I decided to let myself go a little bit on Friday night, and indulged in a few drinks. Nothing serious of course, just a few beers and some fruity (not in the gay way) vodka mix. The party we were at was kind of slow at first, but then it picked up. But that's the thing, I liked the slow part of the party because I got to meet a lot of people (mostly girls, there were 5 guys and nearly 20 girls at one point). As the night went on, more people started coming, the music started getting louder, and I stopped drinking. We walked back to the apartment and called it a night, but not before meeting some cool people and hanging out with good friends.

And now football season begins. This is not very good news because there's just so much football to watch, which means less time to do homework and study. And I'm terrible at managing my time, so that's something I'll just have to work out. If anyone is even reading this, just glancing it over, leave a comment, just ask a question, give me some advice, anything. Here's to another good week of school, fun, and life.