September 2002

people are dumb // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Saturday, 09.28.02
Last night was great, hung out wit' my girl, ate some tacos, lounged around, nice. Her parents went down to Florida for a week, and her father's X-Box was ripe for the stealing. So I lugged the beast into my car at around 12:30 last night, and quickly hi-tailed it over to Blockbuster to rent Halo before they closed. I never played it before, but any game made by the same folks who created the Marathon series for Mac is destined for greatness in my book. So I was up until about three playing it last night, then woke up promptly at 11 to start playing it again. Now here's where my bitching begins: how has the CD lasted as the preferred medium for so long? Because after renting countless PS2 games from Blockbuster, it's come to my attention that no one knows how to handle the stupid things. I'm playing Halo, fucking killing everything in sight, then the game cuts out, Bill Gates comes on the screen and tells me my disk is damaged, then it shuts off. Exact quote from me: "Oh, you fucking cocksucker." So I pop the CD out, run it through my cleaner and pop it back in. Here's the fucked up part: the game froze up after I played through this one level for about a half hour. Now I have to start over with the knowledge that the game may freeze up once I get through this level again. Hold it by the edges! A CD is not food! Stop feeding it to the cat! What are you, some kind of moron or something? People are dumb.

crazy old men // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Thursday, 09.26.02
As previously noted, Rachel skipped out on her last class, and left me here all alone during the time that fills the class that I skipped. I'm so fucking lonely now. I really could have used her guidance when procuring food for myself, for I just can just hear her voice stating "Please don't tell me you're going to buy that salad that has one piece of ham on top of it to hide the rotting lettuce underneath." Of couse, I heard her voice after I paid $4.29 for a slice of ham and rotting salad without salad dressing. Thanks anyway, babe. Now I'm in the computer labs that's frequently inhabited with crazy old homeless men. In fact, there's two of them behind me, and they're both playing chess on Yahoo. Are they in some sort of "homeless man tournament," or are they totally oblivious to the fact that they're both playing chess and both smell like my asshole?

Rain // rachel threw this into the junk drawer on Thursday, 09.26.02
I love rain, when I am sitting in my house listening to it hit my window. By I fucking hate it when I have to walk 2 long blocks to get into my car. I knew it was going to rain while I was at school, but I hoped it would't start until I skipped my last class. Oh well, I am home now so life isn't that bad.

p.o.s. car // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Monday, 09.23.02
Looking for something to do this weekend, despite the fact that it's only Monday? Well, thanks to the authorities in Pennsylvania, I'm now aware that my very first car has been abandoned on the side of the road on some highway somewhere in the great "nothin' for nobody" state. I'd like to make a game of this, a "reality" inspired game if you will. The first person to travel to Pennsylvania, find the car and roll it off a bridge will win cash prizes! It's a 1987 Blue Sentra, 4 doors, with a black deftones sticker on the back window. Save my car! I don't know how it got to Pennsylvania, or why someone would want to leave it on the side of the road, but who cares?! You could win a car valued at $8 in the blue book! Many will enter, only one will win! Void in Pennsylvania.

I hate being sick // rachel threw this into the junk drawer on Friday, 09.20.02
A couple of days ago I came to the conclusion that I wasn't feeling well and everyone else around me told me that I was psychologically fucked up. Just walking around campus, I would feel like I was in a movie. Everything and everybody passed me and I couldn't concentrate on a single thing. I became dizzy just sitting or when I stood up and I had these pains that went through my entire body. After almost falling over trying to leave school yesterday, I admitted I had to go see a doctor. The doctor said that I have a viral infection that causes me to be dizzy from the infection in my head. He said I have a slight fever and that I have to stay at home all weekend. So here I am sitting in my house and I can't eat anything because it probably will come right back up. Oh well, I will feel better soon and I will be able to leave this godforsaken house.

today, too // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Wednesday, 09.18.02
I need to be out of this office. Their voices are drilling small fucking holes in my head. Hooray, the birthday's over, back to normalcy.

everything sucks today // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Tuesday, 09.10.02
Christ, what a morning. Parking at school is fucking scary and not just because we're in the black heart of the ghetto. Now this isn't rocket science, but check it out: a parking deck can only hold "xx" amount of vehicles. Simple so far, right? When the number of vehicles equals that "xx" amount, it's time to cut off the flow of incoming vehicles. Still with me? Great. WHY THE FUCK AM I DRIVING AROUND THE PARKING DECK FOR 45 MINUTES TRYING TO FIND A SPOT WHEN EVERY SPOT IS TAKEN? I'm behind this woman who insists that she can park her '87 Panzer tank into a spot considerably smaller than an '87 Panzer tank. Motherfucker's always in front of me. Meanwhile, my gas light comes on, so I had to be creative and make my own parking spot with the use of some cement, yellow paint and a few small woodland creatures. Rachel somehow managed to wedge her car in-between the elevator shaft and a stairwell, but since it wasn't painted yellow, anything is fair game, fuckers.

a simple solution // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Monday, 09.09.02
Had to get to work at 8:00 this morning, and as a part of the morning crew, my duty is to check the voicemail. But I didn't really feel like doing that, so I decided to break the phone instead. Now I can't dial out, no one can dial in, and no one's going to notice until after I leave. Also, the phone has decided to dial Ext. 211 until the end of existence. Yanking the cord out of the wall does not remedy the situation, nor does running in circles with scissors. Although I feel sorry for the guy who's sitting near Ext. 211, he's probaby a dickhole anyway.

i go to college // lacki threw this into the junk drawer on Friday, 09.06.02
Just chillin' in the computer lab while Rachel finishes up some Psych class that blows minds for a living. I came here to pick up my check for work, and, wouldn't you know, they fucked up again. I think they just like to watch the look of surprise on my face when I see that I got paid way too much, and then tell me that I won't be getting paid for another month. Fucking cocksmokers. In other Rutgers related news, my classes are gay as hell, minus this Field Production class, in which I get to make bizarre overrated films that I will claim are bizarre underrated films. I definitely need to wear a beret for this class, and smoke cigarettes through one of those long cigarette holder things. The only problem is that I'm a journalism major, and I'm stuck in a class with all of these film and TV people. How the fuck do you major in TV? It's like majoring in Sitting Quietly, or Communications. Hehehe... Communications. Sure. Why don't you go communicate with the fry chef and rustle me up some Big Macs, you stupid fuck.

scewl // rachel threw this into the junk drawer on Tuesday, 09.03.02
Today was the first day of classes and I was bored to tears. My first class was Environmental Issues and he talked about two miscellaneous guys that no one has ever heard of. Then he proceeded to talk about the mold on bread. His point was...... I really have no clue considering I was almost asleep. This guy had a thing for young girls in the class and told everyone that teaching is the best job because the girls dont get old like his old ass. Another pervert that I have to deal with twice a week. Anyway, I hope everyone's first day of school was better than mine. Enjoy hell guys!

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