I love some of these stories and pics. Thought I'd share a couple fun ones with you all.

At the close of the final exam, the proctor announced time was up and directed the students to turn their blue books in. One student, hastening to finish a thought, kept scribbling. Finishing, he rushed to the front of the room and handed in his exam book, one of the last to do so. The proctor said, "I won't accept this," and the flabbergasted student asked why. "I told everyone to stop and you kept on going. I can't accept it." The student was aghast. "What'll happen then?" "You'll probably flunk," shrugged the proctor. With that, the student drew himself up proudly and asked, "Do you know who I am?" Unimpressed, the proctor answered, "No." The student replied, "Good," and jammed his blue book into the center of the pile on the desk.

 Always write something on those exams and tests. You never know what you'll get credit for!:

1, 2, 3, 4, & 5

Hehe some mindfun for the time being :P

Ok I'm such a Star Wars nerd even after all these years but I had to post this the second I found out.

SAN DIEGO (Hollywood Reporter) - Next year's third and final installment of the "Star Wars" prequels will be called "Star Wars: Episode III -- Revenge of the Sith," the film's producers said Saturday.

The name was unveiled Saturday for 6,500 comic-book fans at the 35th annual Comic-Con International in San Diego. Many in the audience jumped out of their seats, thunderously screaming in joy. Some even gave one another hugs. (LOL)

For the uninitiated, the evil Sith are sworn enemies of the Jedi, the saber-wielding knights whose numbers include Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Luke Skywalker.

"Star Wars" creator George Lucas reignited the lucrative franchise in 1999 with "Star Wars: Episode I -- The Phantom Menace," which grossed $431 million domestically. In 2002, he released "Star Wars: Episode II -- Attack of the Clones," which ended up with $311 million. While both were hotly anticipated, their screenplay and acting shortcomings did underwhelm many hardcore fans.

The new film, set for release May 19, marks the return of Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker, a.k.a Darth Vader, and Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

BOO YAH. I so can't wait for Ep III.

To celebrate the delivery (expected and anticipated delivery actually) of my "Terminal" movie poster today, I'm posting about the real life events that the movie is based upon. Didn't know someone was actually living in an airport eh? Well here's the full story:

Claim:  A man has been living at a Paris airport since 1988.

Status: True.

Origins:  What follows is one representative newspaper account of the strange story of Merhan Karimi Nasseri, a man without country, trapped by his lack of papers in Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, since 26 August 1988:

He could be any passenger waiting for a flight, sitting patiently on a red plastic bench in Charles de Gaulle Airport's Terminal One, luggage piled neatly by his side. He sips a cup of hot chocolate and scans the crowd, occasionally cocking his head to listen to the airport announcements. He peruses a book, Hillary Rodham Clinton's "It Takes a Village."

But Merhan Karimi Nasseri is going nowhere. He has been waiting for a flight out of France, he says, for 10 years. Nasseri was expelled from Iran a decade ago for his political views. Through a series of fateful missteps, he landed here without any documents. Since then, Europe's increasingly stiff stance toward refugees and his fragile mental state have kept him at the airport here in legal limbo. His is a story of broken hopes and bureaucracy, of a trip across Europe in search of a homeland that became a journey into mental chaos and despair. And it is a story of a man who has searched for his family, only to find an adopted one here, at Charles de Gaulle. "He's like a part of the airport. Everyone knows him," says Muhamed Mourrid, the manager of the Bye Bye Bar, pointing to the spot where Nasseri, 47, has lived for a decade. "That's his table, his chair, his place." Adds Marise Petry, a Lufthansa clerk, "He's one of us. We even get letters for him."

Among the annals of horrific refugee tales, Nasseri's story is remarkable for its pathos and complexity. It begins in Iran in 1977, when Nasseri, fresh from studying in England, was expelled for protesting against the shah. His expulsion left him without a passport. Nasseri came to Europe. He bounced from capital to capital, applying for refugee status and being refused, again and again, for nearly four years. In 1981, his request for political asylum from Iran was finally granted by the United Nations High Commission for Refugees in Belgium. That decision gave him refugee credentials, which in turn allowed him to seek citizenship in a European country. The son of an Iranian and a Briton, Nasseri decided in 1986 on England with the hope of finding relatives there. He got as far as Paris, where in 1988 his briefcase containing his refugee documents was stolen in a train station. Nasseri boarded a plane for London anyway. But when officials at Heathrow Airport found he had no passport, they sent him back to Charles de Gaulle. At first, the French police arrested him for illegal entry. But as Nasseri had no documents, there was no country of origin to which he could be deported. So he took up residence in Terminal One. From its circular confines, he and his attorney, the Paris-based human rights lawyer Christian Bourget, battled to define his status and send him to London.

In 1992, a French court finally ruled that Nasseri had entered the airport legally as a refugee and could not be expelled from it. But the court could not force the French government to allow him out of the airport onto French soil. In fact, Bourget said, French authorities refused to give Nasseri either a refugee or transit visa. "It was pure bureaucracy," said the lawyer. French immigration authorities have no comment on the case. Bourget and Nasseri then focused on Belgium, where they hoped to reclaim Nasseri's original refugee documents. But Belgian refugee officials refused to mail them to him in France. They argued that Nasseri had to present himself in person so that they could be sure he was the same man to whom they had granted political asylum years before. But, inexplicably, the Belgian government refused at that point to allow Nasseri to return there. And under Belgian law, a refugee who voluntarily leaves a country that has accepted him cannot return.

In 1995, the Belgian government finally told Nasseri that he could retrieve his refugee documents if he agreed to live in Belgium under the supervision of a social worker. Nasseri refused. He said he would move only to Great Britain. And so here he has remained, year after year. At first glance, the dignified man does not appear to be a refugee who sleeps on an airport bench because he has nowhere else to go. His clothes are clean, his moustache well-trimmed. He keeps his one blazer covered with plastic wrap, hanging from an airport cart. His belongings are carefully packed in a frayed suitcase and a stack of Lufthansa boxes. Nasseri nods hello to a clerk, who calls him "Alfred," his nickname here. He follows the news closely, thanks to the most recent Time magazine, which the postman has just dropped off. And he loves to discuss the new selections from the Book-of-the-Month Club. "I just keep on reading, every day," said the soft-spoken Nasseri, a courtly gentleman who rises and offers his seat to a visitor. "I just keep waiting here." His pallid complexion is testament to his inability to cross the airport threshold to the outside world. He walks to the doors of Terminal One and absorbs fresh air as they swing open. But he never steps outside. His hollow cheeks and thin frame show the limits of the generosity of airport staff and strangers to help with his meals. Nasseri's confused account of his plight speaks to the psychological price he has paid in his fight to become a man who belongs somewhere. "Nobody could suffer all he did and stay normal," noted Bourget. The sad truth is this: After fighting for years to leave the airport and apply for citizenship elsewhere, Nasseri was afraid to do so when the opportunity arose. Belgium offered Nasseri the chance to settle there, but he refused. "Now, I think he will stay in the airport until he dies," Bourget concluded softly.

His bizarre tale has brought him a degree of fame. He has been the subject of news reports from Finland to Britain. His life story became a 1994 French film, starring Jean Rochefort. Nasseri gets fewer visitors now to punctuate the long days down on Terminal One's boutique level, ringed with stores and small cafes. But he still has a following who help clothe and feed him and lift his spirits. "He does no harm to anyone," said Papa Starr, manager of the Les Palmes restaurant. "Everyone cares for him here." Several times a week, the airport priest stops by to visit him, as does Dr. Phillipe Bargain, the airport doctor. Many staff regularly visit him at his table for a cup of coffee and a chat. "I get lots of cards at Christmas," he said. "I call it my American Christmas." His life follows the quotidian airport cycle. He wakes at 5:30 in order to shave in the men's room before passengers arrive. He reads all day long. At night, he waits until the airport stores are locked before he brushes his teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste from a complimentary airline travel kit. Weekly, he rinses out his clothes overnight in the bathroom. Nasseri is renowned throughout the airport for his refusal to ask for help. "We have a colleague who gave him clothes, but he returned them, saying 'I'm not a beggar,'" said Crystelle L'Hospitalier, a Lufthansa clerk. But he has to eat, and accepts occasional meal vouchers and francs from stewardesses and airport staff.

As the years have slipped by, it has become increasingly clear that Nasseri will never leave Charles de Gaulle. His airport years have made him "crazier by the day," on the topic of his future, said airport doctor Bargain. When he talks about flying to London, the staff here greet him with understanding smiles. "An airport is kind of a place between heaven and earth," said Danielle Yzerman, spokeswoman for Charles de Gaulle. "He has found a home here."1 Nasseri, who has since adopted the name "Sir, Alfred Merhan" (that's not a typo — Nasseri took both the title and its misplaced comma from a mistake in a letter from British immigration), has changed the story he tells about his background several times over the years:

Over the years, he has claimed many things about his origins. At one time his mother was Swedish, another time English. Nasseri's effectively reinvented himself in the Charles de Gaulle airport and denies these days that he's Iranian, deflecting any conversation about his childhood in Tehran. ("He pretends he doesn't speak Persian," his longtime lawyer, Christian Bourguet, says. "He was interviewed by Iranian journalists and made believe he didn't understand.") When we first met two years ago, he insisted that the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees was attempting to locate his parents in order to establish his identity. But a spokeswoman for the agency dismissed the assertion as "pure folly." Early on in his saga, Nasseri maintained that he was expelled from his homeland for antigovernment activity in 1977. According to a number of reports, Nasseri protested against the regime of Shah Mohammed Reza Pahlevi while a student in England, and when he returned to Iran, found himself imprisoned, and shortly thereafter exiled. He bounced around Europe for a few years with temporary refugee papers, alighting finally in Belgium, where he was awarded official refugee status in 1981. He traveled to Britain and France without difficulty until 1988, when he landed at Charles de Gaulle airport after being denied entry into Britain, because, he contends, his passport and refugee certificate were stolen in a mugging on a Paris subway. Nasseri could not prove who he was, nor offer proof of his refugee status. So he moved into the Zone d'attente, a holding area for travelers without papers. He stayed for days, then weeks — then months, then years. As his bizarre odyssey stretched on, Bourguet, the noted French human rights lawyer, took on the case, and the news media piled on. Articles appeared around the world, and Nasseri became the subject of three documentary films. (Oddly, apparently none of his friends or relatives have attempted to contact him.)2 Nasseri is known for his honesty (when he isn't talking about himself) and his refusal of charity. On two occasions he turned in billfolds full of money that had been mislaid by passengers. Airline and airport personnel push meal vouchers on him so he can eat. "French fries are my favorite," he confides. "It's not a very healthy diet, but I get enough."

On 17 September 1999, an international travel card and a French residency permit were put into Nasseri's hands. With them, he's now free to leave the airport, either to take up residency in France or to fly to another country that will allow him entry.

He refuses to sign them, however, because they list his nationality as Iranian, and he wants it listed as British. He remains at Charles de Gaulle airport, using the excuse that he's determined to stick to this point rather than face life outside the terminal:

[In 1999] he finally got permission to leave the airport — in fact, he can now go wherever he likes in Europe. The problem is, he no longer wants to. "He is scared to leave this bubble world he has been living in," said Dr. Philippe Bargain, the airport's medical director. "Finally getting the papers has been a huge shock to him, as if he was just thrown from his horse. When you wait 11 years for something and suddenly in a few minutes you sign some papers and it's done — imagine what a shock that is." "He will have to be weaned from the airport, like an addict really." Dr. Bargain said. "Still, it does make you wonder what kind of a society we live in that this can happen to a man."3 As of the summer of 2004, Nasseri is still living in the airport. He does not lack for money — Dreamworks paid him a rumored $250,000 for the rights to his story.

Interesting stuff eh?

So I've been getting annoyed at the ignorant people who keep posting and forwarding links to me to try and bash Bush. Consider this my retaliation and try not being so naive and believing everything you read on the internet ::sigh:: you don't believe everything you see in the news do you?

Think Bush doesn't know how to read? Think again.

Guess how many times someone forwarded this to me... - So many have claimed that if it WAS real, Clinton would have never done this. Think again.

Lol ok, those two pics just always annoyed me, because I'd like to think people were so stupid as to believe Bush would KEEP looking through a capped pair of binoculars or hold a book upside down. Common sense people!

 

 

So within 2 days I've had 3 discussions with women about gender equality and my feelings on whom should foot the bill on dates/in a relationship. Thought it was time to post on it. Below are a lot of excerpts from a paper I wrote on this topic in college.

Now before any of you get in a huge hissy fit calm down and read this first. I'm all about gender equality, I really am. Most of you who know me well know my feelings on it and have likely discussed it with me before. I've always believed that men and women are complete equals. The following thoughts of mine in no way represent a collective feeling I have towards all women. I do not lump all women into one category and stereotype them as the following women I speak of. There is a select percentage though that ARE these type of people and they drive me bonkers. I believe in true-equality which is the basis for all of this. I have a great deal of respect for women who do not let a man pay all the time, bur rather split things down the middle or alternate. So with that Disclaimer read, read on...

Who Pays The Bill?

When I was dating and I invited someone out to dinner, for drinks, or whatever else the outing was, I always footed the bill. If I get invited, I expect the inviter to pay the bill unless, of course, I'm on the first couple of dates.

Why? Because society dictates that, in general, men should foot the bill. It's considered gentlemanly on our part, while at the same time it shows that we are adequate providers.
I don't mind paying the bill. I often like to actually, it's a loving act that shows you really care in my mind. The only problem I have is when a man goes out on several dates -- by several I mean twenty -- and the woman still hasn't offered to pay once. (Keep in mind these are dates not a relationship) I mean, this way of thinking may have been acceptable back in the early 1940s when women didn't work. But now that they earn a paycheck, why shouldn't they show that they too can be good future providers?

Okay, now getting back to the subject. Why do men get paid more than women? Well the answer I've arrived at is that we're still stuck in traditional roles despite how "equal" we've become so far. I think that as long as society pushes men to pay the bills, then society should also expect that men will earn more dough than women in order to compensate for the extra expense. It is society's way of balancing out both genders' checkbooks.

Let's go back to my past dating experiences as it poses a good example. Assuming I received a weekly paycheck of $1,000 and I go out for dinner twice a week, my net earnings are deducted down to $624 ($1,000 - $188 - $188 = $624), while her paycheck (70% that of the man's check) is $700. So she is making $76 per week or $3,952 per year more than me.

The question people should ask themselves is, "Is the glass half-full or half-empty?" -- alternately, "Should women get paid less than men or should men get paid more than women?"
I'm not saying women should get paid less than men. But as long as men are expected to pay for everything, they should get paid more for the burden. Otherwise, men would have negative balances in their checkbooks. Let's not kid ourselves here, if it's sexist for us to believe that men should make more money, then it's also sexist to expect men to pay for everything. If women want equal treatment, then equal treatment is what men also want and that includes paying the restaurant bill. Food for thought but I think that's pretty logical. Most of you know how gung-ho I am about equality between men and women. This is a special "what-if" case of course, remember it's not generalized to all cases!

The feminist movement has done its job: the gender wage gap has gone the way of Donna Reed's apron, (God I feel old when I'm quoting a show that was on Nick at Nite when I was a kid...), and bosses are no longer chasing their secretaries around the desk. Women are now earning as much as -- or more than -- their male counterparts.

Great! This is exactly the way it should be in our society.

But equal rights come with a price because true equality means equality across the board, not just equality until the check comes. The real gender gap is that a percentage of women with good jobs and equal incomes are still insisting that men finance their social lives. I'd say that's a double standard if I ever heard one: a very self-serving double standard.

Why should men foot the bill for dinner, entertainment and weekend getaways, while women happily bank their paychecks? In an age of equality, shouldn't the focus of dating be on partnership and sharing, instead of these women still expecting to be taken care of financially?

Now most women are not this way anymore, thank God. I'm quite proud to say my girlfriend is a shining example of what I had hoped the girl I was with would be. However I'm stunned by the number of women who ARE this way. Let's look at some of the excuses I've heard women use to justify forcing their "equals" to pick up the check:

• Men earn more than women for the same job.

False. Such skewed statistics as "women earn about 75 cents for every dollar a man earns" represent outdated, selected data still promoted by radical feminists who insist on portraying women as angelic victims of a "man's world." According to the U.S. Department of Education, the U.S. Bureau of the Census, and the Bureau of Labor Statistics, (among others), the wage gap simply does not exist for women with bachelor's degrees, even in such "male-dominated" fields as architecture and engineering. And many similarly-educated women aged 35 to 44 actually earn more than their male counterparts!

Moreover, studies by these same organizations show that men consistently work longer hours than women at the same job, so, in essence, women are earning a higher hourly wage.
Where a wage gap does exist can easily be accounted for by:

• Job experience (according to The Journal of Labor Economics, full-time employed women have 20% less job experience than men which is due in part to...:)
• Larger numbers of men in their 50s and 60s who are earning bigger salaries based on time and experience
• Female job choices (women often seek out jobs with less income potential such as teaching or retail, or are less dangerous than certain higher-paid male-dominated occupations, such as firefighting and construction)
• longer male hours at work (men work 90% of overtime hours)
• The large percentage of female part-time workers which distort the statistics
• The time women take off from work for child-rearing (an option not normally afforded to men)

Even if it were true that women earn 25% less than men, shouldn't women still should be picking up 75% of their half of the dating expenses?

Equal rights means equal rights.

This is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the excuses I've heard. Keep bearing in mind that this applies to the "Hypocrite Equalists" as I like to think of them lol.

• If a man's a gentleman, he'll pay for me.

Acting as a woman's version of a "gentleman" is an excellent example of how men are brainwashed by greedy women to fulfill their self-serving interests. Mothers train their sons to buy into this scam at an early age, teaching them to treat women like goddesses and to pay for female company without question. No man should allow himself to become a doormat for female whims, and no man should have to pay for a woman 100% of the time who is earning as much as he is. That's not equality.

•  It costs more to be a woman.

Most women package themselves for sale to the highest bidder they can attract- you don't see umpteen magazines touting beauty tips or gigantic cosmetic counters for men. No one, and I mean no one, needs a hundred pairs of shoes. And as for what it costs to be a man, try getting a date without an expensive house, an upscale car and nice clothing. Good luck lol.

• It's just nice.

Sure it's nice. I'd like someone to give me door-to-door chauffeur service, bring me presents, and pay for my dinner and entertainment, all for the possibility of sex, but with no obligation whatsoever. Let's be honest; if we did this, we'd be in jail for fraud.

•  It's just expected.

Yes, it is expected…by women who have set up the rules of dating and sex by forcing men to bend to their rules. And this means, if you don't pay, you don't get laid.

• If you don't pay for me, you're cheap.

I love this one because it's pure sexual blackmail. It just proves that what women who use this excuse really want is cash.

• Whoever asks for the date should pay.

This is a great example of the female double standard. How many women have actually asked s man out? And yet you can hear this excuse from women on a daily basis! Let's look at it this way: when two women go out to dinner, does the one who asks pay? No, they usually split the bill. The same thing happens when a woman goes out with a man who's just a "friend;" each pays an equal share. But the second that sex enters the equation, the woman expects to be paid for. This is nothing less than whitewashed prostitution.

• I can get away with it.

This is when the truth finally comes out. I've actually heard some women say, "I've got what you want and you're going to have to pay for it." Such arrogance just reduces dating to a whore/Jo Schmo relationship. This always annoyed me because I think love, dating, and relationships are about more than just what you get.

• My girlfriend's boyfriend pays for her, so why shouldn't you?

This is another version of the "you're cheap" routine. What's she's really saying is, "my girlfriend gets away with sexual blackmail, and I want to get away with it, too."

• I offer to pay, but guys say no.

In these days of equal rights some women will make a thinly-veiled, half-hearted attempt, once, to uphold their end of the "equality" bargain by offering to pay their half of the check. But it's all a sham- she knows that the guy knows that if he takes her up on her offer, any hope of sex is over.

As a society who strives to be collective equals composed of men and women, the best thing we can do is to put our collective feet down and stop having men pay all the time for women who would claim to be equals but act in any manner but. After all, their behavior amounts to little more than extortion and sexual blackmail. The reason such women can still get away with this behavior is because we let them. They give the true women out there who are hitting the equality issue barehanded a bad rap.

There should be absolutely no question about who should pay the bill: we both should.

 

I've had enough political discussions where it's come to the point that I wish I tape-recorded them so I could fast forward through the familiar parts I've heard a thousand times. No one offers anything new, and no one offers any solutions either.

Honestly we don't need a "commission" to find out how 9-11 happened. Want to know why I dislike Clinton so much?

The truth is in the timeline:

PRESIDENT CARTER, DEMOCRAT

In 1979, President Jimmy Carter allowed the Shah of Iran to be deposed by a mob of Islamic fanatics. A few months later, Muslims stormed the U.S. Embassy in Iran and took American Embassy staff hostage.
Carter retaliated by canceling Iranian visas. He eventually ordered a disastrous and humiliating rescue attempt, crashing helicopters in the desert.

PRESIDENT REAGAN, REPUBLICAN

 The day of Reagan's inauguration, the hostages were released.
In 1982, the U.S. Embassy in Beirut was bombed by Muslim extremists.
President Reagan sent U.S. Marines to Beirut.

In 1983, the U.S. Marine barracks in Beirut were blown up by Muslim extremists.

Reagan said the U.S. would not surrender, but Democrats threw a hissy fit, introducing a resolution demanding that our troops be withdrawn. Reagan caved in to Democrat caterwauling in an election year and withdrew our troops – bombing Syrian-controlled areas on the way out. Democrats complained about that, too.

In 1985, an Italian cruise ship, the Achille Lauro, was seized and a 69-year-old American was shot and thrown overboard by Muslim extremists.
Reagan ordered a heart-stopping mission to capture the hijackers after "the allies" promised them safe passage. In a daring operation, American fighter pilots captured the hijackers and turned them over to the Italians – who then released them to safe harbor in Iraq.

On April 5, 1986, a West Berlin discotheque frequented by U.S. servicemen was bombed by Muslim extremists from the Libyan Embassy in East Berlin, killing an American.
Ten days later, Reagan bombed Libya, despite our dear ally France refusing the use of their airspace. Americans bombed Gadhafi's residence, killing his daughter, and dropped a bomb on the French Embassy "by mistake."
Reagan also stoked a long, bloody war between heinous regimes in Iran and Iraq. All this was while winning a final victory over Soviet totalitarianism.

PRESIDENT BUSH I, MODERATE REPUBLICAN

In December 1988, a passenger jet, Pan Am Flight 103, was bombed over Lockerbie, Scotland, by Muslim extremists.
President-elect George Bush claimed he would continue Reagan's policy of retaliating against terrorism, but did not. Without Reagan to gin her up, even Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher went wobbly, saying there would be no revenge for the bombing.

In 1990, Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait.
In early 1991, Bush went to war with Iraq. A majority of Democrats opposed the war, and later complained that Bush didn't "finish off the job" with Saddam.

PRESIDENT BILL CLINTON, DEMOCRAT

In February 1993, the World Trade Center was bombed by Muslim fanatics, killing five people and injuring hundreds.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

In October 1993, 18 American troops were killed in a savage firefight in Somalia. The body of one American was dragged through the streets of Mogadishu as the Somalian hordes cheered.
Clinton responded by calling off the hunt for Mohammed Farrah Aidid and ordering our troops home. Osama bin Laden later told ABC News: "The youth ... realized more than before that the American soldier was a paper tiger and after a few blows ran in defeat."

In November 1995, five Americans were killed and 30 wounded by a car bomb in Saudi Arabia set by Muslim extremists.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

In June 1996, a U.S. Air Force housing complex in Saudi Arabia was bombed by Muslim extremists.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

Months later, Saddam attacked the Kurdish-controlled city of Erbil.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, lobbed some bombs into Iraq hundreds of miles from Saddam's forces.

In November 1997, Iraq refused to allow U.N. weapons inspections to do their jobs and threatened to shoot down a U.S. U-2 spy plane.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

In February 1998, Clinton threatened to bomb Iraq, but called it off when the United Nations said no.

On Aug. 7, 1998, U.S. embassies in Kenya and Tanzania were bombed by Muslim extremists.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

On Aug. 20, Monica Lewinsky appeared for the second time to testify before the grand jury.
Clinton responded by bombing Afghanistan and Sudan, severely damaging a camel and an aspirin factory.

On Dec. 16, the House of Representatives prepared to impeach Clinton the next day.
Clinton retaliated by ordering major air strikes against Iraq, described by the New York Times as "by far the largest military action in Iraq since the end of the Gulf War in 1991."

The only time Clinton decided to go to war with anyone in the vicinity of Muslim fanatics was in 1999 – when Clinton attacked Serbians who were fighting Islamic fanatics.

In October 2000, our warship, the USS Cole, was attacked by Muslim extremists.
Clinton, advised by Dick Clarke, did nothing.

PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH, REPUBLICAN

Bush came into office telling his national security adviser, Condoleezza Rice, he was "tired of swatting flies" – he wanted to eliminate al-Qaida.

On Sept. 11, 2001, when Bush had been in office for barely seven months, 3,000 Americans were murdered in a savage terrorist attack on U.S. soil by Muslim extremists.
Since then, Bush has won two wars against countries that harbored Muslim fanatics, captured Saddam Hussein, immobilized Osama bin Laden, destroyed al-Qaida's base, and begun to create the only functioning democracy in the Middle East other than Israel. Democrats opposed it all – except their phony support for war with Afghanistan, which they immediately complained about and said would be a Vietnam quagmire. And now they claim to be outraged that in the months before 9-11, Bush did not do everything Democrats opposed doing after 9-11.

What a surprise.

So as of yesterday I ordered the new 40GB 4th Gen iPod. Yeah I have a 3oGB 3rd Gen. Yeah I'll have two now. But the new one is awesome, and it was time to reward myself for the past 3 months accomplishments. So here is some musings of mine on iPods.
 
You're allowed a free engraving now, something I never got with my original so I've been toying with these ideas:
 
I last 12 hrs. You last 2 minutes.
Who's the man?

Size Does Matter

Know what turns me on?
       The play button.

***Music Stolen Separately*** (My personal fav lol)

Wax on,wax off.

The older I get, the shorter I last.
 
CD Player? Ha ha ha!
 
On www.iashamed.com you can check out the songs some people are most ashamed of having on their iPods :)
 
William Shatner - Mr. Tambourine Man
Meatloaf - I Would Do Anything
Rosanne Barr - National Anthem
Little Mermaid - Under The Sea
Richard Stamos - Loving You
William Hung - She Bangs
Sesame Street - C Is For Cookie
Eric Carr - Hungry Eyes
Vanilla Ice - Ninja Rap
Sisqo - Thong Song
Backstreet Boys - As Long As You Love Me
Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch - Good Vibrations
Shirley Temple - Good Ship Lollipop
Barney - I Love You
Spice Girls - When 2 Become 1
Avril Lavigne - Sk8er Boi
 
 
Hahah pretty funny. I actually cancelled my order just minutes ago. And then I reordered...with a student discount. So now for about $50 less I am getting the same thing with the following engraving:
 
Music Stolen Seperately
Peter Palumbo
 
I'm beyond excited lol.

Ever wonder how cool some song sequels could be if they weren't as horribly names like Metallicas Unforgiven II? Try these on for size...

How Are We Going to Get These Dogs Back In?
Bust an Additional Move
Seriously, Eileen, Come On
I Will Now Pass the Dutchie Back to You and Thank You for Passing It to Me Originally Because I Really Enjoyed the Dutchie
Whoomp! There It Continues To Be

And here and here are two disturbing French AIDs campaign ads.

http://www.aides.org/illustration/5/2058.pdf
http://www.aides.org/illustration/5/2059.pdf

Only 4 more hours of work. Dear Lord thank you.

Oh my God I forgot how much I loved getting paid.

I mean REALLY paid.

Not Toys 'R Us, Electronics Boutique Express, Shop-Rite, or Computer Services Group paid. Those were all low-earning jobs.

God bless you AIG. I love you and my paycheck. On a similar note damn you federal income tax. I put my time in on "Fieldglass" our online schedule system. Apparently they've even kept me in the direct deposit. I noticed this when my "paycheck" was so poiniontly labeled "Notification of Deposit." So no rushing home to deposit anything. In no time the 2 small debts I've got will be vamoosh.

YIPPEEEEE

Twinkle Twinkle Toys R Us

Hush little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass...

Wrote this song? The WTO? It's like a primer on consumerism. Nothing like exposing kids to positive, empowering messages like "Keep screaming and I'll buy you crap."
Oh yeah and lets talk about something else too.

I get spam.

Date: Thu, 08 Jul 2004 19:04:31 +0400
From: alfernandezov@alderwild.com
Subject: These XXX pics are so hot you will regret not looking at them!!

Wow. I can only imagine.

Dr. Wallace: I believe we're ready, Dr. Yorn. Would you like to make the first incision?

Dr. Yorn: Hmm?

Doctor Wallace: The first incision, doctor?

Dr. Yorn: The -- oh, yes. Yes yes, right. Uh, let's see ... where's my scalpel? Oh, I'm holding it, hah hah.

Dr. Wallace: If you don't mind me saying so, your head doesn't really seem to be in the game today, Dr. Yorn. Are you okay?

Dr. Yorn: Oh, I'm fine, I guess. It's just ... I got an email this morning with some XXX pics, and, well, I deleted it unread. And now I kind of regret not looking at them, you know?

Dr. Wallace: The ones from alfernandezov at alderwild dot com?

Dr. Yorn: Yes, exactly!

Dr. Wallace: I got that email too. Oh man -- you missed out, bro. Those XXX pics were so hot.

Dr. Yorn: Damn it!

::sigh::

In other amazing news there are those who are better text-messagers than me:

World texting record
A Singaporean woman has set a world record for mobile-phone texting, keying in the benchmark phrase (below) in 43.24 seconds, without the benefit of any predictive text utilities.

"The razor-toothed piranhas of the genera Serrasalmus and Pygocentrus are the most ferocious freshwater fish in the world. In reality they seldom attack a human."

You go Singapore!

Ok I love Tolkien but some geeks have taken it too far...

F3ll0wsh1p of teh R1ng: the classic Tolkien translated into hacker 1337-speak.

[At Bilbo's 111th Birthday]
Merry: "Omg, I pwn"
Pippin: "Sif, I pwn"
**Rocket goes off
Gandalf: "Pwned!"

Top-ten Untranslateables

Here's a great census of the ten most untranslateable foreign and English words:

1 plenipotentiary
2 gobbledegook
3 serendipity
4 poppycock
5 googly
6 Spam
7 whimsy
8 bumf
9 chuffed
10 kitsch

Found this site the other day too www.coffeegeek.com
Never knew there was stuff made for coffee like this lol.

Alice In Wonderland Flashbook

OMG I almost peed myself. OfficeSpaceWars

Two mirrors of that cuz who knows how long they'll be hosted....:

http://freecache.org/http://stuff.ebnj.net/OfficeSpaceWars.wmv
http://freecache.org/http://www.tian.cc

THIS is a mad messed up story:

A student's scarlet letter
A student at at a Japanese high school dozed off in class last week. As punishment, his teacher made him write an apology letter.... in his own blood. Later, the teacher confessed to the principal. It gets even stranger. According to the principal, quoted in this Reuters article, the other faculty in the room didn't notice when the boy was handed a box cutter. Apparently, they didn't see him cut his own finger open and start writing either. Even more suspicious is that the teacher will be back at work in a few days and neither the boy nor his parents has asked for a transfer into a different class. Link

Wacky Japanese.

10 minutes and it's payday! BOOYAH. Looks like we're going to Dorney Park on Sunday too. HOTT since the last amusement park I went to (besides Fantasy Island at LBI which I don't get to go on any of the stuff there anyways, just the kids lol) was Busch Gardens down in Virginia in 2000 on our senior class trip. I'm looking forward to that.

In recent doings I've just been working all week. Saw Jess last night and we went out for dinner and then watched a dvd. Nice relaxing night after a very stressful day.

Dear God, whose name I do not know.
Thank you for my life.
I forgot how big...
Thank you for my life.
Thank you for my life.
-Joe Banks in Joe Vs. the Volcano

I made everything on this site for you.
All those other people that log on don't understand the deep and personal connection that we share. I know we haven't spoken in person, but we communicate on a different level...you know that.

I know the slight but real difficulty that you have when trying to figure out the tip on a meal. I know the strange satisfaction that you associate with peeling a thick-skinned Navel orange. I know that sometimes, when no one is around, you smell things which you might not ordinarily think to smell. You think people say "excuse you" instead of "excuse me" when they pass you on the street. When you look in the mirror you hold your face in a way that is never duplicated in your ordinary life.

Sometimes you are overwhelmingly annoyed by the sound of candy wrappers in theaters. Sometimes you aren't.

That is why I like you the best.
Please don't tell the others

I Love You All,

-Peter

I recently found two old parody lists-one of 2004 Resolutions I drafted up last January and the other of my personalized ways to annoy telemarketers. Here they are in all their, until now, unposted glory!

Pete's 2004 Resolutions

I promise to try sitting on the toilet while peeing, especially when it is dark and I am sleepy.

I promise not to let people take a shortcut on North Bridge Street by illegally turning left and then right onto 22.

I promise to enjoy my life as it happens rather than treating life experiences as if they were bullet points on a resume to be used later in my life.

I promise not to look up symptoms I have on the internet.

I promise not to pretend that I am scratching my upper lip when in fact I am smelling earwax or belly button cheese.

I promise to stop referring to people in my own age group as "kids."

I promise not to use the word "literally" as a way to make a phrase sound more important or urgent.

I promise not to replace the prefix "un" with "self" when I am speaking of my employment situation.

I promise to stage a one-man show in NYC.

I promise that when the nice woman at Starbuck's gives me a free Grande coffee, and I tip her $2, to realize that I am actually spending more money on coffee then if I paid for it.

I promise to moisturize my skin.

Pete's 20 Surefire Ways To Fight Back Against Telemarketers

1. Use a husky, dirty phone sex voice but ask normal questions about the proposed offer.
“Is it a low interest rate? mmmmm…I like low interest rates…really low…”

2. In an outrageously excited tone: “Thank god you called!!!” Explain that an online psychic told you that your future lover would randomly call disguised as an asshole.

3. Say you are hard of hearing and see how loud they will shout into the phone.

4. Allow the telemarketer to fully explain his offer. When he is finished explain that his company hired you to randomly spot check telemarketers on their performance. Tell him that he did a good job overall, but that he is a bit monotone and needs to fluctuate his tone of voice more to sound convincing. He also should pause longer between sentences, and more clearly pronounce the letter “s”. Tell him you won’t report him if he repeats his speech to you with the appropriate corrections. Repeat.

5. Be incredibly polite as they explain their offer, but make farting noises once in a while and ask whether there is something wrong with the connection.

6. In an annoyed tone cut the telemarketer off mid sentence : “Matt, stop screwing around…we have to get rid of this body fast, did you find a chainsaw or not?”

7. “Congratulations! You’re the 100th caller on the (insert local radio station) Sweet Vacation Giveaway Blast Marathon. You’ve just won a pair of tickets to Negril, Jamaica and the use of Sean Paul’s celebrity vacation house.” Take down her address and send her all of your junk mail for life.

8. Flirt.

9. Keep repeating, “I knew you were going to say that…”

10. Stutter on a syllable of an obvious word in a sentence… see how long it takes before he completes the phrase. When he does, get upset, and say “That really hurts my fee…fee… fee… fee…feel…fee… fee… fee…” ad infinitum.

11. Pee on the phone while he’s talking.

12. Mid pitch, stop him and complement him on his wonderful voice. Explain that you are a voiceover scout and might have a breakthrough commercial job for him. Ask if he wouldn’t mind doing a quick test. Ask him to say in a deep husky voice “May cause dizziness, diarrhea, vomiting and shortness of breath. A small number of participants in a recent clinical trial experienced weight loss, irregular clotting, abnormally frequent and/or painful urination and hair loss. Results may vary”

13. Ask how much it would take to get him to stop working as a telemarketer. Start at $1,000. Say you are dead serious.

14. Ask if he will be your friend if you sign up.

15. Tie obscure facts about Barbara Streisand to everything thing he says,, “2.3% interest rate? Oh my…Did you know Barbara was 23 when she filmed Funny Girl…”

16. Every few minutes repeat, “You’re going to have to bear with me, I have a slight short term memory loss problem…who is this again?”

17. “Oh my god, I used to have your job…does Bob still work there (repeat names until you find a match)…which building are you in?” Escalate coincidence until you both realize that you sat in the same chair. Explain that you had to quit work when your genitals mysteriously vanished.

18. Regardless of the offer tell him you’ll take 7. If he asks what you mean say he drives a hard bargain and you’ll take 9, but that’s as far as you’ll go.

19. Every half-minute ask him to hold and pretend to scream at your invalid mother. “You want to use the bathroom??? Well stop whining and get up out of the wheelchair for a change. You just sit there and think about that for a while, mother. Can’t you see I’m on the damn phone?”

20. Forgive him. Tell him you did. Over and over again, until he hangs up. Then secretly take it back.

Guaranteed to all work by my own testing methods.

Haikus dedicated to my neutered dog, Toby.

Now I awaken
Gone forever my gonads
My vengeance will come

Where are my balls at?
Where are my fucking balls at?
Shit I lost my balls!

Rose petals fall soft
on my soul's Chinese garden.
I miss my testes.

My bark is stronger
Than my bite, but several
octaves higher now.

On a brighter note:
The ladies will finally
Love me for my mind

I should not have humped
The punishment does not fit
Is there no justice?


in bed with your girl
you, my callous oppressor
so what if I watch

vain apologist
there's no emptiness like this
screw your snausages

you toss beggin strips
as if I'd beg for bacon
I'd rather have eggs

dearest testicles,
you were taken while I slept.
see you in heaven.

A squeaky porkchop
Is my only pleasure now
Since the castration

what will i lick now
that you've stolen my mouth balls
i guess yours will do

sad but resolute
pruned tree stands strong in the breeze
part of me is gone

why did you do that?
you would not do that to me
must have been the cat

no puppies for me
an eternal bachelor
chasing butterflies

How did I get here?
Feeling ever so drowsy.
Where did my nuts go?

Orchidectomy
Big word, huge consequences
For such a small dog

My balls, they are gone
I can no longer lick them
Shit shit shit shit shit

I'm sorry Toby.
I didn't want to get you neutered.

Find something in life greater than yourself and dedicate your life to it.

Know this:

If there are two pillows,
and one is soft while the other is scratchy and a bit too large.
I will sleep take the scratchy one.
If there are two chairs,
and one faces the ocean and the other faces the stairs.
I will turn my back to the ocean.
If there is a lightly buttered piece of toast,
and the other is black.
I will scrape it.
If there is an umbrella and an old newspaper.
I will open it to the sports section and lay it over a puddle.
If there is a rock and a smooth place.
I will sleep crooked.
If there is pain to be had.
I will swallow it whole.

LULLABY

Hush little girl
Sweet sweet baby don't cry, tonight
Daddy's here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby, tonight
Why can't it all be like it was before
How can I explain why Mommy's not here anymore

'Cause Daddy likes porno and ten dollar whores
Daddy gets wasted robs liquor stores
Daddy likes rubbing little boys on the bus
I think that's why Mommy left us

Hush little girl there is no reason to fret, tonight
Don't mind the smoke Daddy just wants to forget....tonight
Soon it will all be like it was before
Any minute she will walk through that front door

But Daddy plays poker and drinks lots of beer
Then he wants sex that involves Mommy's rear
Daddy has sores on his genitals oozing with puss
I think that's why Mommy left us

Please don't cry, I swear I'll try
To be here by your side

Right after Daddy gets home from the bar
Visits his bookie and steals a new car
He'll drive to the strip club
and if Daddy plays his cards right
He'll bring your new Mommy home tonight

Well it's another week beginning BLAH. The weekend was good though. Friday was jsut some hanging out and then off to the Cheesecake Factory at Menlo...which was packed so Applebee's had to suffice. Half-priced appy's after 10pm! And nothing beats the Cheesey Bacon Tavern Chips. Ever. Period.. Saturday I went to a graduation party (not a college one, and not a highschool one either...a junior-high one lol) with Jess and got to meet her mother. Who loves me apparently, which is good. Saw Anchorman that Saturday night, pretty funny, but I still think Old School ranks as my favorite Ferrell movie to date. "Where'd you get a hand grenade?" ... "I don't know?" Or Jack Black's great cameo: "That's how I roll!" "I'm going to punch you in your ovary." And of course the best "Goodnight and fuck you San Diego." Heheh. Ended up chilling the majority of Sunday, but then saw King Arthur last night. Not bad, not an Oscar-winner either. It had its moments. And the guy who played Arthur was pretty cool. Oddly a lot of the actors were in Black Hawk Down. Maybe it was the same director/producer...I'll have to look into it. It's PAY week and I'm eagerly looking forward to THURSDAY. Please Lord pay me. Pay me well. Pay me soon. Yay. Going to be a BUSY ass week though since I've got 5 new projects on my plate and I'm expected to pull them all off simultaneously. Woo-hoo, (When I hear heavy-metal). Back to work, thine lunch hour is OV-ER.


Here are some of my favorite Family Guy quotes to keep you occumapied:

Peter: "I want the father-son relationship that the Gumbles have."
Lois: "Peter, the Gumbles are brothers."
Peter: "Oh, so just because they're black, we can't learn anything from them?"

Peter: "Don't worry, I read a book on this once."
Brian: "Are you sure it was a book? Are you sure it wasn't...nothing?"
Peter: "Oh yeaaah."

Tom Tucker: "And now here's Ali Williams with our black-u-weather report. Ali?"
Black guy: "It's gon rain!"

Black Knight: "You see that there, kids? Your father's nothing but a fizzle!"
Peter: "Hey, no one calls me a fizzle and gets away with it! Except that one guy who called me a fizzle and then ran off. He got away with it. But most people who call me a fizzle don't get away with it. Actually, that guy who got away with it was the only one who ever called me a fizzle. After today, only half the people who called me a fizzle will have gotten away with it."

[Men standing in the road after Y2K explosions] Man: "Halt!"
Peter: "Wow, you guys survived the apocalypse too?"
Men: "To pass, you must answer the following question correctly. Do you have any food?"
Peter: "No, we were going to Nadick to the Twinkee Factory."
Man: "Hm. Well, if you could bring one thing on a picnic, what would you bring?"
[answering at the same time] Chris: "A kitty!", Meg: "A boyfriend!", Lois: "Potato salad.", Stewie: "A dead Lois."
Peter: "Ok, I think we're going with potato salad."
Man: [Points to right] "Show me potato salad!" [nothing is there]
Peter: "Let's get the hell out of here

In 1982 (the year you were born)

Ronald Reagan is president of the US The space shuttle Columbia completes its first operational flight Actor John Belushi is found dead of a drug overdose in a West Hollywood hotel Automobile manufacturer John Delorean is arrested and charged with possession of 59 pounds of cocaine The first artificial heart is implanted in American Barney Clark The Cable News Network, or CNN, is launched 750,000 people rally against nuclear weapons in New York City's Central Park Time Magazine's Man of the Year was for the first time given to a non-human, a computer The first computer virus, written by Rich Skrenta, escapes into the wild Kirsten Dunst and Elisha Cuthbert are born St. Louis Cardinals win the World Series San Francisco 49ers win Superbowl XVI New York Islanders win the Stanley Cup E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial is the top grossing film Ozzy Osbourne bites the head off of a live bat thrown at him during a performance, later hospitalized with rabies "I Love Rock 'N Roll" by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts spends the most time at the top of the US charts Cheers, Family Ties, Silver Spoons, and Fame premiere

So I just realized today is THURSDAY. God bless you shortened week due to July 4th! Tommorrow is FRIDAY, and that is good. Very good. Saw Spidey 2 again Tuesday night. Spent last night with Jess, Matt, and Andrew. Things are going really well with Jess. I'm so glad I met her back in March-I think it made the whole situation just less nervous for me, but not so much on her side according to Jess :) We've been seeing eachother fairly often, and often more often (lots of oftens in this sentece lol)than we have planned. That's good though, I love seeing her and we always have a great time whenever we get together. Everyone's been very accepting and the family all approves. I've got a great job, and I'm getting tons of things done lately.

Life is good.

Go life, go.

Well things have been QUITE busy! Been working the regular company shift Mon-Fri, 9-5. 4th of July weekend was awesome and so much fun. Friday night the crew went out to Morristown to the Funky Monkey. We met up with my friends Jill and Farrah there, and ended up having a great night. Fast forward to Saturday. I went with Jess to her father's fraternity reunion BBQ. That was a lot of fun too. I got to meet her dad finally, and her two sisters. That went well, and it was good to spend almost a whole day with Jess. After we went to chill over Andrew's. Sunday was Jesse's graduation party, which after much confusion and tumroil actually happened. That was a fun time, and I ended up sleeping over till Monday morning. Monday I went over Doreen's with the parents and had Jess come over. Got to watch The Two Towers with Marc, and we've only got the Return Of The King to finish the trilogy. And go figure, my niece loves the movies. But she hates Orlando Swoon. HAHAHAH score 1 for Peter. So it's Wednesday, and I got to see Spidey 2 again last night. Love that movie. It's kind of prophetic in a way...but sometimes I like my movies like that...Matrix Revolutions-esque :)

Some inspirational quotes that have been mainstay favorites of mine over the years. I'm a huge fan of C.S. Lewis' and Tolkien's religious works as most of my friends know.

The event of falling in love... in one high bound it has overleaped the massive wall of our selfhood; it has made appetite itself altruistic, tossed personal happiness aside as a triviality and planted the interests of another in the centre of our being. - C.S. Lewis

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them. There is no doubt that without it, we too, like the infant left alone, would cease to grow, cease to develop, choose madness and even death. - Leo Buscaglia

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world." C.S. Lewis

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone. - C.S. Lewis

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." -J.R.R. Tolkien

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is mingled with grief, love grows perhaps the greater. -The Fellowship Of The Ring

Today is a very sad day. My great uncle after battling with cancer for 10 years, and 5 seperate chemo-therapy sessions over the years, has finally passed away. Had we not know on such short notice my father and I would have been on a plane to New Orleans, but there is only 1 day for the wake and then the funeral afterwards. Freddie Palumbo was a very kind man and I will miss him greatly. After him my father, my brother and I carry on the name of Palumbo. It's been happening so often lately that I'm really starting to realize the shifting of the generations...

"Why do people have to die?"
"To make life worth living. ANd it sounds like your aunt did just that. A life well-lived. That's the most any of us can hope for"
-Six Feet Under

"You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow, or a widower. If you're a child and you lose your parents, then you're an orphan. But what's the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that's just too fucking awful to even have a name. " -Six Feet Under

I'm really into this song lately:

You are beautiful within
You are beautiful without
There's no reason for your mind
to be consumed by senseless doubt
There are times we will rememeber
There are nights we won't forget
If we value every moment
We will never feel regret

And everything you do
Your love shines through
And everything you do
Your love shines through
Love, love,
Love shines through

You have wisdom of exemption
You are gentle like a child
You will always be protected
You will never lose your smile
There are friends who will remain
Within our thoughts throughout our lives
There are ties that can't be broken
There are bonds that cannot die

And everything you do
Your love shines through
And everything you do
Your love shines through
Love, love,
Love shines through

Marcella Woods - Love Shines Through

Holy crap my comments finally work.
Comment away! Let me know you love me, and care about what's going on in my life enough to check in on my blog from time to time :)

Hey-ya! So yesterday was my grad party and it was amazing. I always get a little nervous before big events like that and second guess myself as to whether I really should have had it. But that always happens and I go in fine, and come out amazing lol.

It was a hectic day...I got up around 8 and started cleaning my room immediately. Brought some things down to the basement, and then started setting up the chairs and food tables. Soon Dad and I went out to pick up the pastries from Randazzo's (which was amazing btw). The son of the owner was getting married that day, so they were closing early and we had to get there right away. We stopped at the Super Saver liquor store, but they didn't open till 12, so even though it was 11:45 we ran back to the house cuz Mom needed the checkbook to pay Sorriano's for the catered food.(Which was also pretty good!) I ran out again then for 10 bags of ice, and a huge keg-tub for which to store the beer etc. Then I had to run back for more beer, another 6 bags of ice, and some other oddities. By the time I got back my sister and niece had shown up and were helping to show up. That's something that really rocked. My sister is always thoughtful like that and Alyssa was a big helper as always lol. She whined until she was allowed to come too :) So we set up and I actually had the stereo hooked up just as family was getting there at 2. It was good to see all of them in one place at one time.

So friends came at all different points. Andrew was the first, because he had gotten off for 2 hours from work, so he came to chill, then came back later after his shift. As for everyone else they all started to really pour in around 4-5. Among the out of staters were Meryl, Jared, Deana and Zach. Who all traveled about 2-3 hours to come. That was so awesome. I was really missing some school friends, and since some are moving to the west coast or elsewhere I didn't know if I'd get to see them again. Some I know I will but others I'm going to have to visit. I hope we stay in touch. Yesterday made me realize just how many people I'm friends with. And the really awesome thing is that a lot of them are still highschool friends too who I've never lost touch with. Of course we'll see how things work now when we all start to move to different areas etc. If we stay in touch even then, then you know it's going to last a long time lol.

So people petered out (no pun there) after 9 o'clock because just about all of us had work in the morning. So Andrew, Jess, and Jared stayed up for a bit later and we watched part of Surf Ninjas lol. Such a cheesey movie but funny as hell. Finally crashed around 1:30am, and now I'm at work today back to the grind. But in a great mood, and Spidey 2 is out this week, and Spiderman 2 PS2 is out this week too. Boo to the yah!

Here are some excerpts from JoBlowho does a fair job of reviewing movies. None of that Siskel (RIP) and Ebert and whoever the hell they got now, Roper or something BS. He gives you the nitty gritty, and it feels oddly close to what your own opinion is after a movie. Here's some funny excerpts from his Troy movie review:

"It's a decent movie, with solid performances from both Brad Pitt and Eric Bana, but I can't say that any specific character intrigued me much, involved me on any type of emotional level and ultimately, had me giving a shit about what happened to them."

"Pitt's relationship with his Tom Sizemore look-a-like partner in war was probably the best developed relationship in the entire movie...and that's saying a lot."

"As for Orlando Bloom and his character...wow, I think this guy gets the lifetime achievement award for being the biggest pussy in the world! If this guy had any less balls, he'd be a stay-at-home soccer dad. Jesus Christ...how about giving this dink a little backbone? He looked like he was gonna take a pee in every shot (or was that Peter O'Toole?) I'm supposed to invest myself in this story of epic proportions and it's all being fought out for some prissy kid who doesn't know shit one about honor, love or war? Forget that! I also didn't think the character of his girlfriend, the infamous "Helen" over whom much of the hoopla begins in the first place, was given any personality or life either. She just stood around, looking pretty and pretending to matter. In fact, I think she may just have been the first "trophy wife" in the history of the world. Actually, most of the ladies in the film were about as paper-thin as my penis."

"Add that to the umpteen shots of Pitt's naked butt, his bare FIGHT CLUB-esque six-pack and plenty of wardrobe kinkiness featuring the man in black leather skirts (no joke) and you've got yourself a good time for anyone who enjoys Pitt as an actor and as a piece of ham-and-cheese. "

Needless to say, I enjoy some of his reviews ;P Hope you will too!

I thought this was really cool.

So it's Friday YAY. And I'll be out of work in another measley 5 hours! W00t! Final party preps are in order. Got to put up the lights on the tents tonight. Yes, yesterday I came home to find them already set up. Which is sort of a bad thing, because with the tents up Mom just freaks out more. She's like the PARTY IS TOMMORROW! And it's not for 2 days. So the tile guys are at the house today finishing up the kitchen wall tiling. That makes it worse too because she thinks the house will be demolished by Sunday. No winning with her lol. So it's a definite! Jared and Asa will be at the party on Sunday. And it looks like Amy, Meryl, and Sasha will probably make it too.

So I totally got no sleep last night. Maybe it was the fact that when I laid down at 6:50 and set my alarm clock for an hour and fifteen minutes, and then proceeded to sleep until 9:35. I was supposed to be at Tammy's at 9, but that didn't happen lol. Amar knew something was wrong because I didn't text him back in under 30 seconds when he texted me ;P We ended up going to Cryan's which was, SURPRISE!, a highschool reunion of sorts. Green Knoll Bar and Grill was a nightmare at 5pm when I passed it on my way home from work, so I knew we weren't getting in anyways. When they stopped by there it was a 30 minute wait just to get into the PARKING LOT. Then it's like 25 minutes for every drink, according to Scott.

Hopefully it will be an awesome weekend-I can't wait for my party and to see all the friends from school. I really hope everyone can make it! A lot of people who I thought couldn't are suddenly becoming very resourceful. :P So tonight might be Cryan's 80s night...which I'm not that excited for. I lived the 80s, I've got so much 80s music...it's not going to be amazing unless people went dressed in 80s fatigue lol. Ah do I miss THOSE college parties. Our 80s party was the bomb...I think those shorts I had were amazing...lol. So maybe not Cryan's or maybe Cryan's for a little bit. But definitely a movie. Think Amar, Scott, Jess and maybe a few others will be down for that. I'm glad I'm getting to spend a good amount of time with Jess, cuz with work starting I didn't know how much our schedules would match. So Boo to the Yah for that!

I have a feeling it's gonna be a good Friday (no pun intended), and and an amazing weekend!

Wooo so my first day of work was really awesome. My boss I missed by literally less than a day. He went on vacation the day before I started, and won't be back for a week and a half. And the lady who's supposed to "orient" me was in the NYC offices that day so I didn't see her either. But then half the LAN group walked in and saw me and were like "What are you doing waiting here! Come on in!" lol they're a great bunch of guys and it feels like I never left. I have the same cube, the same PC, and I jumped right back into the swing of things since I've done this for almost a year straight already :P

Getting close to the party day! Wooooooo! It will be good to have all the family in one place. Gotta talk to my cousin about my job prospects here. They've been hinting lately that if I come on full-time AIG will FOOT my grad school bill. I'm walkin' on sunshine, and damnnnnnnnn it's startin' to feel good! Other good things are happening too lately, so I hope they continue.

The only bad thing is that a relative who lives in New Orleans is about to pass away after battling cancer for 10 years. After 5 chemo-therapys too :( Cousin Freddie Palumbo is the the last Palumbo on my father's side. So basically this means that my brother Frederic and I are the last Palumbo's who will carry on the family name...No pressure or anything lol. It's kind of sad though because that man is a great person, and my parents saw him not more than a few months ago at a family wedding in Las Vegas. I guess it's just kinda sad because we've lost so many members of our family and that will never stop. But live for the moment is definitely the thought of the week.

Whew. Ok well I know I haven't updated in awhile. I've been mad busy lately. So today I start my first day of work, which means I will probably update more like I used to the past 2 summers.

As for current goings on...I've just been doing a lot of arranging at home. I moved from my small room that I've lived in since I was 2, into my brother's old room which gives me a little more room. It's a good move, just a little warm yet in that room >:L Went to a few graduation parties the past 2 weeks including Amy & Rebecca's, Terri's, and Kelly's. My party is this Sunday...so if you're reading this and are anywhere near or want to come and you haven't already been invited just drop me an IM or call :) It's Sunday, the 27th of June at my house in Bridgewater-5pm. Should be a rockin' good time.

Back to the grind, and here's a little ditty that I love about work, from one of the best movies ever.

Some people say a man is made out of mud
Well a poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
and a mind that's weak but a back that's strong.

And he was born one morning when the sun didn't shine
He picked up his shovel and he went to the mines
He loaded 16 tons of that number 9 coal
Till the Straw boss said Well-uh b-less my soul!

You load 16 tons and whaddaya get
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don'tcha call me 'Cause-I can't go
I owe my soul to the Company Store

So if you see him coming
you better step aside
A lot of men didn't
and a lot of men died.
He's got one fist of iron,
and the other of steel
And if the right one doesn't get you
Then the left one will.

You load 16 tons and whaddaya get
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don'tcha call me 'Cause-I can't go
I owe my soul to the Company Store

-16 Tons from Joe vs. the Volcano

This Weeks Pete Theme Song: The Seatbelts - Is It Real

Figurines that fall like leaves then disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air,appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've had enough
My minds slipping faraway
I'm falling in and out of touch
Could someone please explain?

Set my mind to open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone explain?

::sigh::

So another week begins. Haven't updated in a bit so here's a mini update. Started playing a little golf with Jesse and Amar. Pitch 'n Putt to start. That's 9 holes that consist of basically 1/2 a real hole each. You only use putters and wedges and you don't really do any driving. Good fun, and a great way to spend time with the guys. Going to see No Doubt and Blink 182 at the PNC Arts Center on Thursday. Psyched for that, but sad I won't be around for the first big Thursday night "outing" with everyone else.

Things are just so weird lately and there's so much on my mind. Each day does not have enough hours in it to do what I want, and there's so much I really feel in my heart I need to do. My heart is weary lately, but things will look better in the morning. This weekend starts the slew of graduation parties. Hope I make it through all of them...

These never get old :) Here's some top picks...

DUDE!

Battle Without Honor

Vroooom.

Me and Me

I can't believe someone made this one...I used to LOVE this game

Gangsta Muppet

No words can describe the art!

This is what Bill Cosby sounds to me...

POTATOES! Boil em Mash em Stick em in a stew

I laughed out loud at this one...and then shed a tear....

ringringringringringringringring Bananaphone!

Dude Bill Nye got his ass kicked by Mr. Wizard though

Leave this on a coworkers computer...if they know nothing about them they'll freak lol

Dear god a sequel could be amazing

They were put there by a man!

Poor System of a Down

I miss Chris Farley

Damn is this show still on reruns?

Ok that's more than enough lol

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd." -Alexander Pope

Some Fun Stuff to play with :D

Twenty Eight Days, Six Hours, Forty Two Minutes, Twelve Seconds...
That is when the world will end.

Well Maymester is just about done. I've got one more day of class, tommorrow Friday...and it's an easier day too. I've just got to write a Sociology paper tonight, and then take a 10 question MC quiz tommorrow in class, and that is IT. The Writing 307 class was cancelled for tommorrow night, so I may end up packing and getting my ass out of here tommorrow afternoon! WOOHOOOOOO. Can't wait to get home. Jersey I want you so bad I CAN TASTE IT :P

So I'm all moved out of the Red House...and I've been out for a day now. It was saddening walking through the house for the last times, trying to scavenge whatever I could so that it wouldn't fall into Roy or TKE's hands. Stop signs, the annual house photos dating back to the early 90s... As much as I wanted to get out of the house and not be around certain people anymore, I will miss it. It really was a great place to live for 2 years.

So I'm at my friend Zach's old room, at 815 Sumner Ave. 2 blocks from campus, there will now be a slightly longer walk to class. It's very nice of his roomates to let me crash here rent-free for the week. I happen to share one of my Maymester classes with one of my housemates for the week. Speaking of which, the week should be utter hell...the Sociology class continues, but now the Writing 307 course meets for this week as well. 5 days...then I can get the hell out of Syracuse and be home finally. The work won't end then, but maybe some of the stress will. Friday can't come soon enough...::sigh::

She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance

Now that I’ve become aware
And I’ve exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair

I’m learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate

"In loving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide"
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died

I’m learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes

And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed

And I know what it’s like
To lose someone you love
And this felt...just the same

She wasn’t given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
I’ve been given so much more in life
I’ve got a son, I’ve got a wife

I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last

The door has opened wide
I’m turning with the tide
Looking through her eyes

A good deal of people have been asking me about my graduation experience, the speaker, what I did, and how it went....so here's a little more in-depth on how the whole weekend went.

Friday the 7th we had our graduation practice at 9 in the morning. The person who thought this was a good idea the night after the Senior Celebration must also have been the same person to make the "free" drinks at said celebreation cost $5. So we go through the hour-long exercise and then Kathy, Becky and I head off to IHOP for some well deserved breakfast. I get home and start packing some more, and my 'rents are already halfway to 'Cuse. The family got in around 4:30 and we hung out at the house for awhile, then went to dinner at Delmonico's, my favorite steakhouse up here, and also home to the best steak I've ever had in my life. For $12 you get their 18 oz. "Delmonico" steak which is second to none. After that I hit up the bars with some friends and went home to get a decent amount of rest before the big day.

Saturday the 8th was my "home college" commencement. So bright and early at 8am I had to be in front of the Hall of Languages to get my picture taken with all the other grads, PhD students and Masters. Then I headed into Schine (our student center which we landed for our commencement...pretty lucky!), for the convocation. That all went well, expect for the dean of my school gave a very inappropriate speech. Very political and it really had no purpose at the IST convocation. Then that night was the Eve of Commencement Dinner in the Carrier Dome. That was all well and good too. Next day the 9th was the actual graduation and here's the speech given by Phylicia Rashad, aka the mom from The Cosby Show, Mrs. Huxtable.

Thank you.

Congratulations and happy Mother’s Day.

Time is precious and short so I'll get right to the point. You asked me to come, so I'm here. And I asked myself, "What could I say to this august body that’s meaningful, and personal and true?” I want to offer this suggestion to you: The best way to live in this world is with a mother’s heart. Yes.

A mother’s heart is brave. A mother’s heart is keenly intelligent. A mother’s heart is resourceful and quick and skilled in action. A mother’s heart is flexible. A mother’s heart is sustained and empowered by the purity of its intention—its soul intention—to see the family through. Yes. And to encourage each member of the family with its diverse, individual personalities. To embrace the family as a whole with love and respect. Unyielding in this effort, the mother’s heart sacrifices its own pleasure for the well-being of the family.

My great wish for all of you is that you would understand that this takes great effort and sustained and renewed commitment, that you would each come to regard this world and all of its inhabitants as your family and that you would embrace it with a mother’s heart.

May all of your days be filled with brilliant sunrises and magnificent sunsets, and may you take the time to regard them. And just like the mother’s heart, may you live in constant remembrance and gratitude for the one who created you. And may good fortune always attend you in all of your endeavors—and tonight may you throw down and celebrate, celebrate, celebrate!

The world that you want to live in needs you to create it. The world that you want to live in needs you to create it. So live in it, and create it with a mother’s heart.

Congratulations.

A much better speech than I anticipated, and honestly from what I know, than others anticipated as well. So the whole graduation thing happened, and I did all the pictures, and said goodbye to a lot of friends. Went out to the bars again that night. And then I got up the next day, and went to class. Yeah doesn't that suck! Graduation was made anticlimactic due to that fact that I've still got these two classes to finish. But that's it...after the 21st of May I'm free to return home, and even though the Writing 307 course is continued online till August 13, I can get the hell out of here.

I really want to, too. I'm tired of Syracuse. It's gotten gorgeous in the week after graduation, proving all the myths that it really warms up after all the students go home. It's been way too hot, and I've had too much to worry about with the whole landlord-court case deal. That went sour as you might have read in the previous post. So as of tommorrow I'm crashing at a friends apartment for the next week. It's a pain in the ass to move, but at this point I'm doing what I've got to do. There's so much on my mind lately, and I really just want to be home in NJ. I actually find myself longing for the streets of suburbia, the Meadowlands, the ten thousand malls and diners, and even the jughandles. Not to mention our drivers are a tad bit safer than those up here. And from what I hear gas prices aren't AS ridiculous as in Syracuse. I miss my friends, and I'm really beyond ready to start my life. A lot troubles the mind and the heart lately, but maybe I just need a change of scenery.

16 straight years of school, with more on the way because I've definitely decided to go for my Masters. That's what this has all led upto, and now it's time for me to make things happen. I think I've made a good start so far. This is only the beginning.

Well things have been nuts lately.

I graduated last weekend, and the whole family was up. It didn't feel like graduation and part of that was because the very next morning I had to go to class. I've got 2 classes to finish, one from the 10-21st, and the other from the 17th-August 13 (yeah doesn't THAT suck.

On top of everything else we got a court summons from our landlord on Monday after I sent him a certified letter informing him that myself and a few housemates were staying at the Red House until the 30th of May. He didn't take too well to that. We got ourselves a lawyer and had the hearing this morning. Things did not fare as well as they could have. Great lawyer we had, but the judge was biased, and probably knew Roy from the past. They seemed like they were in bed together. Basically one housemate totally fucked us over by continuing to be destructive the past week and a half. He set fire to a cardboard box in the parking lot which our landlord saw, took pictures of, and used to frame the rest of us. So as of tommorrow, when the eviction stamp will most likely be posted on our front door, we'll have 72 ours to vacate the premises.

Thank God I've got some friends up here who are going to let me crash at their apartment until the 21st when my last day of having to BE here in a class is over. Then I'm heading my ass home. So needless to say I'm not in a great mood lately, and the heat wave this week isn't making things much better. But hopefully things will turn up. I'm looking forward to seeing some friends when I get home, and some other people who I think about daily especially.

New comment system up btw! This one should work amazingly....

Theme Song of the Week: Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town

Well it's been a crazy weekend. Out Friday night to Chuck's with the housemates and some friends. Then off to Theta Chi, cuz Asa's frat was having a big party that night. Interesting night :) Saturday was our day-long barbeque which went awesome. We hung out all day, and the weather was gorgeous. It did rain later that night, but our Red House Prom was inside and that went awesome as well. Jay and I wore matching attire we got at the Salvation Army that day. We looked pretty awesome, but I still say I look and felt like a movie theater employee :) Now the final week is commencing until graduation. After tonight, 4 more days. So much to do. I've found out last Friday that I only need the two MayMester classes to complete and I will be a college graduate. I'm planning on staying here at the Red House through that, and Roy can go to hell. He can go ahead and start eviction proceedings if he'd like. I won't be here by the time they ever hit court.

So a huge virus hit this weekend, Sasser.a and Sasser.b. The bane of my existence at work today. I spent 8 hours fixing the havoc it wreaked and I'll spend more tommorrow no doubt. This could put a crimp in the work I've been putting in at "work" for my 575 final. Still have to rent my cap and gown, and I've got to get the payment for my Maymester classes in order. Gotta put in a call about my internship too. It's 99% finalized but I gotta get off my ass and finish that 1%. Once again Syracuse is cold, from 85 to 40 in a matter of hours last night. Oh well...it's going to be a bitch as long as it can to the class of 2004. Time to go get some work done. Too much on my mind lately, and too much I don't need to worry about.

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live it, love it, bleed its

Right on Jesse. Right on.

I've been working on adding comments to my blog since I have taken a semester of HTMl and XHTML. You'd think I could just use LiveJournal like I used to and have it all done for me. But that would just be toooooooo easy. So bear with me if there's a few comment changes until I find one that's suitable.

Zach's Message To The Red House

So things have been super busy. After multiple more visits with the Syracuse legal tenant advocate, we have a strong case against Roy. At the very least we will discredit him publicly in the BIG newspapers. The Post Standard, NOT the dinky DO. We will keep TKE from moving in June 1. And if the members fight this, the Red House will still stand and exist next fall. Here's a little quote from the Sopranos that I think very well classifies my attitude towards oppression.

"We're talkin' about history here, A.J. Your family's history. Newark's history."

"Well, who gives a shit about Newark?"

"I'm making a point. This neighborhood used to be beautiful. 100% Italian.The 1920s, most of them right off the boat. Most Italians couldn't even find a church that wanted 'em. So what did they do, did they cry? Did they go to the government with their hand out? No. They took care of their own problems. They said you don't want us in your church? Fine, we'll build our own, a better one. I mean, look around, look at all these buildings around here. Most of them are falling down into the ground. But that church is still standing. You know why?"

"The bricks?"

"'Cause our people give a shit, that's why."

The Red House will not fall because I didn't lift a finger. Roy Pinsky Palumbo is a name you will not soon forget.

It was a great day. Woke up and had brunch at Cosmo's. Went over Zach's to watch Kill Bill with some good surround sound (finally). Hit up the SU 2004 Block Party with Wyclef Jean, which was awesome. That's where the day ended being good. I actually can't believe that I've come to feel this way, but I am ready to leave SU. I've been ready to leave SU for some time, but in a different sense. This is more directed towards just not wanting to be around certain people anymore. I miss my friends from home. True friends who have known me for years, and probably know me better than anyone else. They are people, who if not 100%, I can be sure I can count on them 90% of the time. I'm beyond ready to get home and to continue the plans I laid in stone months ago.

I hope this week goes quick and all I need to do gets done.
Home, family and friends cannot come quick enough.

Sometimes the world looks seems perfect
Nothing to rearrange
Sometimes you just get a feeling
like you need some kind of change
No matter what the odds are this time
Nothing's gonna stand in my way
This flame in my heart and a long lost friend
Gives every dark street a light at the end
Standing tall on the wings of my dream
Rise and fall on the wings of my dream
Rain and thunder, wind and haze
are bound for better days
It's my life and my dream
And nothing's gonna stop me now

So a lot of people have been very concerned about me and now that I have a spare moment I'll try to fill you in a little bit. If you've read my last post, you know that there's been an issue with the Red House, where I live at. It's not a fraternity or sorority, or really anything of the sort. It's always just been this house on campus where people from all walks of life have banded together over the years to live. It's a 4 story house, situated between two sororities, and it's actually on the street called "Frat Row." That's where the irony ends. I've lived there the past 2 years, and looking back I would not have lived ANYWHERE else on campus. Not off-campus, not in a dorm, not on South. Hell I wouldn't even live at the Sheraton penthouse if I could have. I love that house to death for everything it stands for.

So Wednesday night we find out our landord, the royal fuck Roy Pinsky, has gone behind our backs and has leased the house to the frat TKE, who's slogan is aptly "If you can't Go Greek, go TKE!" (Yeah-exactly...) They've been talking shit for years now about how they're going to get a house again etc etc. other fraternities have been after the house but our landlord has turned all their offers down in the past. Now he has gone behind our backs and leased to them, without ever telling us. We find out 3 weeks before we have to be out. 3 weeks is not reasonable notice, ESPECIALLY during FINALS. Pinsky is a shady lawyer, and many of the things he's trying to do are illegal. I know this for legal fact. So the past 3 days I have been meeting with lawyers, legal research teams, tenant advocates and similar resources to try and find out our legal rights. Now yes, I am graduating in May and will not be here come the next lease session. Although I had planned on living part of May at the house while I was here for Maymester. While I'm still mostly unaffected by this, (friends have been amazing in their offers to let me crash at their apartments for the 2-3 weeks of Maymester) I have never been a person to leave my friends hanging high and dry. 6 of the current housemates would have remained through the fall, and there were about 5 other people who were new move-ins. One was my friend Zach, who I feel the worst about. He was going to live in a single apartment next year by himself off campus. I helped partly to convince him to live at the Red House next year, and he was really getting excited to live there. He cancelled his housing, signed a lease, and put his deposit down. And now he's got to find housing. I feel like an absolute asshole, regardless of the fact that it really isn't my fault.

I feel like I've let people down, and I hate that feeling.

Anyways so we find out on Wednesday, and have a house meeting that night to tell everyone. We had the president of TKE over to tell us what the hell was going on, because we were all in the dark about this. Now I'm not mad at TKE, they didn't directly try to steal our house, and they didn't seem to know we weren't in the know. So that night house members painted the front of the house with skull and crossbones. The words NO FUTURE, and other obscenities to Roy. Which was f'ing stupid in my opinion. They started doing shit like that inside too, which is REALLY stupid. We could all be held liable for vandalism, and it's grounds for immediate eviction. Some of my housemates are irresponsible and are just showing that they don't care about the houes at all. Yeah we're gonna lose our house, so let's vandalize it and make a stupid statement. The good thing we did was have a DO reporter come over and make a statement. You can read our official house statement in the link in the former post.

But I know what Roy is doing is illegal on many counts. And I'm willing to fight fort the house, but only if the house is going to fight too. Roy came yesterday to talk to the house members and spouted a lot of BS. I asked him some important Q's and he squirmed like a little maggot. I know he's lying about some things, and I want to fight this. So I'm left with something that doesn't concern me, but I care nontheless. I've bled red the past 2 years, and my roots will always stay red. When I think of SU, I will always think of the Red House first. And I'll be damned if I let Roy swindle it away from my friends without a fight. So I'm going to do what I've always done. The right thing.

Thanks everyone for your continued support, and don't worry about me. Those of you who know me best know I will never give up on my friends, and in the end I'm always just fine.

I can't believe this has happened. After 35 years The Red House is disbanding, but not by choice. Our asshole of a landlord has sold the house out behind our backs to TKE, and as of May 10, the Red House will come to an end. Read the article in the DO today (if you're on campus), or check out our official statement here.

Ok no I haven't died. I've been mad busy. I've got officially 2 days of class left and more crap to take care of than Mr. Septic. Last day of class is Tuesday, and henceforth the majority of my final projects and the like are due on that day. Only one thing is due on May 7, the last day of finals. Ok so maybe I don't have ANY finals this semester, but this still sucks. 2 presentations to do, and one of them is GIGANTOR. Really serious deal in front of a city mayor, town board and stockholders. One of the biggest presentations in my life thus forth, if I don't count the AIG one on Wall St. last summer...

So tons to do, and this weekend is our last Red House party...not to mention the SU Block Party on Sunday. Not to mention ahhhhhhh!
Too much to do. Gotta get back to it.

BTW go see Kill Bill Volume 2. Bad ass.

Well it's Friday yet again. I kicked Thursdays butt and everything went splendidly well. Tonight is the Relay For Life for 24 straight hours.

Grandma Catherine I run for you tonight.

Gonna see Kill Bill Pt. 2 tomorrow if I'm still awake :)

Theme Song For Today: Pearl Jam - Black

Ok so certain people are annoying me again that I haven't been posting.
So here's a short little update.

Went home to NJ over the Easter break. Hung out with friends the majority of the time, and saw my sister and her kids on Saturday. Did the Rutgers bar thing that night, then woke up and drove back to school on Easter. Been working like a madman ever since. Bought Kill Bill yesterday and watched it for the first time. It's cool Pt. 2 is out in like 2 days! Freaks and Geeks box set too. What a great show...

So much going on lately. Someone said 9 days of class left. I better hop to it then and continue working like a crazy person. Too much to do and time is running out!