Plain and simple, I miss being in Murray. I miss everyone in Murray. Some of those people will be back when I return there in mid-August. Some of them won’t. I guess that is life though. I never got to say goodbye to Rick or Shaina. I also never got to give them a good and proper thanks for that night they cooked out for us. Thanks you two. Meant alot to me. It let me meet and talk to Laura, and showed me that Norsworthy wasn’t such an ass. Those are two people that I will get to see again. Good times. Applebee’s gathering for the 20th of August, go ahead and schedule for it. Provost and Bofe are missed also. As are lots of people from MSUR. Well, more missing people tomorrow night, storms coming.
BEGIN EDIT: Yes, I miss the two people in the comments. There is definitely much missing of Allison, and teh other person who wishes to remain nameless. I miss you two lots, sometimes more than you know. END EDIT
DOUBLE EFFING UBEREDIT: Seeing as school doesn’t start at MurrVegas State University until the 24th of August, I must move the gathering to the 27th. And hell, why we are at it, let’s go to Nick’s, unless there are problems with that. END DOUBLE EFFING UBEREDIT CAUSE DEEZIL CAN’T READ A FARKING CALENDAR

I started a job at a factory today. 9.50 an hour, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. maybe some overtime later. I am very tired right now, and am posting the first ever guest computer post (post from a computer other than deezil1). I will go now though, because I am tired, and am going for a nap.
Factory work is dirty.

Well, this is it. I am putting it all inside the extended entry because it is huge. There are no pics or links in it tonight, but I promise, the next two days and nights will be dedicated to getting them all up and linkorated. And here, for your reading pleasure, is the trip through my eyes.

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Had a great ( and safe ) trip, kids, thanks for the well wishes, except you Porvost. 3:-). Will have a HOOGE entry up as well as a few pictures up tomorrow night, and I will slowly get lots of pictures up for your viewing enjoyment. I took over 400, and my aunt took over 200, so there are plenty to sort through. I will whittle it down to under 50, but I must include the John Gibson one (you will see John), and me being a dumbass for several. Well, night kids, been a long day.

I will see all of you when I return from my hiatus. 10 fun filled days in Arizona. It shall be great times. Lots of pictures will follow, especially if I can get my gallery working.
Bye! *waving*

I went back to my high school today. Nothing has changed, not a damn thing through and through. Other than a buttload of new teachers that I don’t know, but they don’t matter. I walked into the office at 8 AM, as was the tradition, no matter whether I drove to school or rode the bus. The only difference this time is that I had to get a bright yellow tag that proclaimed that I was a “visitor”. Imagine that, a visitor in my own school, preposterous. After all that was taken care of, I ventured through the office, playing the same meet and greet game that all returning students do, stopping to see various personnel, administrators, counselors, and the odds and end that always seem to populate the front office. I got not much farther than out the back door, and ran in to the person that I am always there to see, my inspiration to all that is technology, Mr. Don Cheatham. He is one of the main factors that has led me to keep on this path of computer studies, he was the first person to share the compassion for doing it all. I owe alot of the experience that I have to his fighting to bend the school rules so I could work for him. *bring it around town Deezil* Well, I saw Mr. Cheatham and was greeted with the standard warm smile and firm handshake, always glad to see me, always dropping whatever conversation being had to show his respect to me. I enjoy that kind of attention, and miss that most of all from those old days. And the best thing, it’s not just from him, it’s from all the teachers that I took my time to help and get their problems with technology worked out. Well, of course, I was prepared for the gauntlet of questions I knew I was going to be asked, not just by him, but by every teacher I was going to stop at that day. Had to break the news to those who knew about it that I was no longer engaged or with Brandi, they all met it with sympathy, but understanding. Then I got asked a question I expected to hear in joking or passing, but it was as serious as ever, “You want to go to work?”. This meant I was back in business, back to being a tech like every other day used to be, running around school working on computers. I was really home. I jumped on the chance to solve something simple like a printer problem, or a spyware infestation without having to write any code. And turns out, the examples I used were my tasks for the day, setting up a new Canon MFP and getting a computer back to that “it used to run faster” state. Accomplished both stunningly, and then went right back to reminiscing on the old days with Mr. Cheatham, Mr. Hibbard, and Ms. Ward. God, I miss the times I had discussing life with these teachers. Had a great lunch at ye old school cafeteria ( Chili was always a specialty of the ladies ) , and got to see lots of people from the old days meandering in and out of the lunchroom, herded like cattle as always. Back to the room, back to that “after-lunch-naptime-internet-cause-there-is-nothing-better-to-do” state that I had with Mr. Cheatham for 3 of my 4 years, back to the old routine. Ventured out and talked to the other two people whose life I made a little easier, the District Technology Coordinaters, had a good chat with them, answered the same battery of questions, and before I knew it, it was time for the 3:00 bell. I said my goodbyes to those whom I had talked with alot, and headed out to the truck. I left satisfied with my visit and all those that I had gotten to see, but I wanted more of it, and still sitting here almost 8 hours after I left, I still want to be back in the atmosphere now. I loved this trip “home” for the day, and wish to do it again.
I am too sentimental.

Well, I am shooting for two things, they are both goals for me to accomplish, something for me to set my sights on. The first is something I have already put in, and is definitely the weirder of the two. I submitted my entry to Ryan Perry’s Death Pool 2004. I know, this is very morbid, but I find it hilarious to bet on who will kick the bucket, and then compete for the title of “Deliverer of Death” or something similar. The next thing is I am goind to call up the Millionaire hotline and try to be a contest on Super Millionaire. It would kick so much ass to do this, be up on stage and talking to Regis. Here is where a photoshopped picture should reside with my head over John Carpenter in that infamous first millionaire pose, but I do not have the skills for that, so I leave it to your imagination.
I guess I should tell people it takes more than just eyes to view this blog…nah.

Here’s the air cast. Good times.

I killed my ankle. Plain out killed it. As I was packing stuff down the steps in Regents yesterday afternoon, I thought there was one less step than was there. And I missed that step and way overshot the drop. To finish the details, I fell on the outside of my right ankle turning my foot to the inside, and removing the ability to walk without pain from it. It became swollen quickly, and painful even more quickly. I got a “bye” from the rest of the packing, watching my roommate and mother get everything down to the truck. I also got exempted from driving home, and had a great time talking to mom. I put off going to the doctor last night, but went this morning, and spen the whole day running around Danville getting checked out, X-rays, and finally an air cast around my right ankle. I would post a picture, but our digital camera wishes not to work right now. I just want to tell everyone I got home okay (considering), and that I am now safely back in Gravel Switch.
I have the worst luck ever.

This is the final post to be made from my room here in Regents 316 ever. Next year will bring a new room, right next to this one, so this is the last night I will sit here in banging on my keyboard with just the light above my head on. I’m gonna miss this place, I’m going to miss all these people that I have met this year. I guess this is my dedication to all you whom I met between the day I arrived on campus and today. People, it has been a fun ride. I wouldn’t change many things about it if I could. But since I am stuck with what did happen, I am also stuck with each and every one of you, and I don’t mind that. You all have been there when I needed you the most, and you came through very well for me. I applaud you on that. For those on the site: This will probably be my last post there for a while too, I doubt I will log in much over the summer. I guess the whole point of this post is to say something that I don’t like saying, especially when it is to people that don’t deserve me to say it to them. What all that mumbling about is this: goodbye. Now this isn’t a permanent goodbye, just a temporary one, at most until I return around August 15th. I just want everyone to know that I will miss them and everything they do for me, whether it is talk to me, do something little that I needed to or was dreading, or just listen when I feel like bitching, whining, and complaining. Thanks to all of you who have made this first year of my “adult” life great. If you want to get in contact with me, get the AIM and Yahoo Messenger SN’s from the left side of the main page, or get the e-mail address from there too, call, write snail mail, send smoke signals, anything, I will always be glad to hear from you. On that note, and because I have an 8 AM final, I bid you all a good night.
Have a great one folks.

I look at my playlist and think one of two things: 1.) that I have a very varied and rounded music repertoire, or 2.) I just have too much damn music. Sure, I don’t have as much music as some people, and with just over 1100 files, some would consider me a newbie, but for me, that is a hell of alot. It’s taking up almost a full 5 gigs, and that is a big part of my hard drive. Whether it was some of the first stuff that I legally copied off of CD’s, or its stuff I’m downloading today, like The Postal Service or Adina Howard, it’s all my music, and I love every minute of my playlist. Sure, there are those songs that you had beat to death in you head from the radio, and putting them on repeat all night before you went to bed because you enjoyed it so much, and you will skip over those, but they are still liked. *hearing the llama over my shoulder* Back to the topic, music is great because there is always something out there that you haven’t heard yet, and the odds say that whatever you hear today, half of it will be liked, and the other half will be not liked so well. That’s what makes it awesome. Half the music you will ever hear will be liked. If you hear 100,000 songs in your life, which is very plausible to do, you will like 50,000 of them. Just think about that, 50,000 songs, that’s a whole lot of music. And one day I hope to amass that much music, just so I can say I have 139 days of music to listen through, and then sit down to listen to all of it and see how music has changed over my life.
Another scattered post. Oh dear.