I’m a NEW MAN.
It’s really interesting how things that you think will have no effect on your life will suddenly become one of those mildly pivotal moments that will at least define a period of time. Well, mine happened yesterday. I was handed a piece of paper with a short paragraph that started with “I am” and then went into a narrative of ther person who was writing this piece about himself. The next thing we were handed was an assigment to create a speech about ourselves in 8 to 12 sentences, which started with the “I am…” as a speech starter. I took out my yellow pad and my ink pen that I had stolen from the office that I work from, and took pen to pad. It was like I was sitting in the dark again, the moonlight showing the way to greatness in my writing. I will post this later tonight, but I just had to get my experiences back out there for you.

Pulp fiction sound clips.
No, I still haven’t seen the full movie, but I know the sounds and some of the more famous lines well.
To have them all spelled out for you a little better: WikiQuote comes to the rescue.

Tell me who wakes up first tomorrow. You, or your liver.
My money’s on the liver.

You be a woman, and I’ll be a man.
That’s all.

I am worth $1,797,440 on HumanForSale.com

Laura, please, post a blog entry for all to see. It’s been too long since you wrote.

[11:29:29 PM] Friend: i have had other feelings…some very strong…some i thought were love
[11:29:50 PM] Me: But, you may have just been loving the lamp
[11:30:31 PM] Friend: if this is love, which i think it is, then you are right…this is very different from those other feelings

I had to park behind Springer. In the back of fucking nowhere.
I felt like Rosa Parks. All the uppity freshmen (white people) decided that they were gonna take my parking spot (seat on bus) when I had just as much – if not more – right to be there. They took it just because they thought they were entitled to it (racial superiority). Ticket on the weekends (boycott the Montgomery bus system), because honestly, ain’t I a yellow-tag-permit-having-student (woman) too?

Who Knows.
This semester’s class load is going to get interesting to say the least. Very interesting.

I’m going on a date.
With a girl.
It’s that long-awaited final date I talked about. Now, this may not be teh be-all, end-all final date, because if things go well between us this evening, there will definitely be more dates in the future. And I don’t see this date falling on its face.

This week, I’ll be in Murray. Starting Tuesday. Now, all I need is something to do each night until the dorms open up and everyone returns to town.
People that I will definitely hang out with:
1.) Craig Patton
2.) Alisa ♥
3.) Courtney Hicks
4.) Leonard’s 21st birthday occurs at some point. Will be there.
If you want your name added to this awesome list, all you need to do is leave a comment here or e-mail me.

Hey Craig, whose team just got spizzanked by an unranked?
Yeah, yours.
Eat mine.
At least we played a higher ranked team. And we didn’t lose by as much.
So, for all of you UK sackriders out there, lick me. UofL for life.

Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that

An interesting story from Slashdot.
This really makes me feel comfortable about my blog. I’ve spoken ill about faculty, staff, and other students on here before. And I will continue to do so, because it is my right of free speech. And I know this blog is being read by administration, because they read everyone’s. As has already been seen on MSUR, it will come back and bite you in the ass. But, I can do something about it, and I think I will.

And I try too much.
And I feel too much.
And I do too much.
And I expect too much.
And I want too much.
And I am too much.
Fuck it. Maybe Louisville is a more suitable destination.

EDIT: I opened the article up for comments. Sorry about that.
As I just re-read that nasty little comment from Craig Clayton on the entry about the class I help teach, I am reminded that I never told the general public about the fact that there are two types of TSM majors. The first I kinda covered in that post. They are the idiots that are into TSM because they:
a.) built their own computer once, now they know everything they need to
b.) have set up a LAN party
c.) <insert more here, still thinking>
Also, as stated in that entry, they’ll be working down at Charter, being cable monkeys and installing cable modems for people for the rest of their lives. That may be all good for them, but really, it’s not what the TSM field is set up for.
The other type (Craig, Scott, etc.):
These are the people that are passionate about computers and networking. They know their stuff. They really know their stuff. They can set up just about anything you want them to. Home networks, corporate stuff, just about anything. They don’t know it all, they don’t claim to either. But here is the major difference between the two camps:

The first type thinks they know everything, and that’s all they’ll ever know. They will stop learning. Craig, Scott, Taylor, all those guys will keep up with their education and the latest trends and will be available for all their life with the knowledge of what is on the forefront and the bleeding edge. It’s the real meat of what the industry is, and these guys will be feasting on it all their lives.

“After my 15 year old sister decided that it was going to be the first night she ever drank, and went hard into it, and the ensuing ass-chewing from mom, yeah, my night went over like a lead balloon.”
I sent that message to a couple of people tonight to start to tell them about my NYE. It’s short, simple, succint, and it fits in what the last few moments of my 2005 were filled with.
But to start my 2006 (Murray time):
Me: “So, I want to ask you something. I want to try a relationship between us…”
Her: “Yeah?”
Me: “I think it will go better than the last time we tried it, it was just a mess then.”
Her: “Yeah, you can say that again.”
Me: “So what do you say?”
Her: “Yeah.”
I never thought the word “yeah” would mean that much.
So, yeah.
Going to see her Wednesday. Already had planned that before we exchanged our “yeah”‘s. It’s just a good time.
Oh, and Happy New Year!
Like they said in Forrest Gump: “Don’t ya just love New Years? Everybody gets a second chance…”
Hopefully my sister will get hers, and I know I’ve already started getting mine.