Dear Campus ITS/SCS/NetworkAdmin, You suck.
Came down to a miserable computerlab to look up crap for my paper, because my school’s stupid internet hates me, decided to give them crap while I was at it, and in the process I happened to amuse myself, so I figured I’d save my lovely little ramblerant. If you’re going to tell me to get my own ethernet cable or printer, don’t bother (I have both, just took them home with...
and oh, it did indeed rock. ^_^ but now it’s time for papers, and really, stupid school, not the time for the network to crap out on me. : /
Working merch for the @RE1LLY show and its gonna rock! If you’re on campus or in the area, BE THERE!!! Messiah College student union @ 10pm
Spanish 1 presentations… aka listening to a bunch of white kids maul the spanish language, without enthusiasm.
there comes a time at the end of a semester when the cycle of days/nights no longer means anything, ceding to arbitrary coordinates in time.
Kyle: you know how i found that video?
Kyle: another link that was telling me that mind control computer helmets will be on the shelves by the end of the year
the mouse moves
you think click
you think yahoo mail
Me: haha nice
yea i saw something along those lines
Kyle: i just wonder
if you are mad at someone
will the helmet unfriend them on facebook?
30th Street Station
She sits on a well-worn bench, that once might have claimed to be green, a book in her hand, but her eyes wander out over the tracks. Her bag is still slung over her shoulder, ready to go at a moments notice, though she reclines with her legs crossed atop an absurdly blue rolling suitcase. Her black sandals seem an odd contrast to her brown down winter jacket and navy knit cap, but it was warm...
this seriously increases my respect for Bono.
Rolling Stone: Don’t you think appalling things happen when people become religious?
Bono: It’s a mind-blowing concept that the God who created the Universe might be looking for company, a real relationship with people, but the thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between grace and karma.
RS: What’s that?
Bono: At the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, you put out what comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics every action is met by an equal and opposite one. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I have done a lot of stupid stuff. I would be in big trouble if Karma is going to finally be my judge. I am holding out that Jesus took my sins to the cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don’t have to depend on my own religiosity.
RS: The Son of God who takes away the sins of the world. I wish I could believe that.
Bono: The point of death is that Christ took the sins of the world, so that what we put out did not come back to us, and that our sinful nature does not reap the obvious death. It’s not our own good works that get us through the gates of Heaven.
(via ayjay, via Strange Herring)
the paper is done. it’s a pile of incoherent redundant babble, but it’s done, so i don’t care. laundry and shower happened too. now sleeps!!
actually making progress on this blasted paper… finally… so in hopes of allowing this progress to continue, i’m taking a break. counterintuitive much? but it’s a productive break- the kind where i get brain fuel, and then blog about it, and then get back to work! (hopefully) the union cafe closes at midnight, so i took a walk across the parking lot at about quarter of,...
don’t worry, i was in fact aware of the velociraptors today, despite the lack of tweets to say so. happy belated velociraptor awareness day!
celebrating a gorgeous day with wide open windows and a nap : )
Good god, God is good!
God flavored ice cream?
Lauren: oo some kid is playing the piano
Lauren: (i'm sitting in this ice cream shop thing we have in the bottom of my new building... the ice cream part is closed but the couches are still accessible, and there's a piano...)
Lauren: he's pretty good. might have to go make friends later
Tyler: Oh cool
Tyler: Sounds like a plan
Tyler: For a second there I thought you were the other person I'm talking to, who lives -quite notably- at home with her parents
Tyler: And I'm like, "You have an ice cream thing in your HOUSE?"
Tyler: But then I looked at the name a little closer
Lauren: dude, i wish
Tyler: I know, right?
Lauren: that'd be fabulous
Lauren: at home we're lucky if we've got two tubs if ice cream in the freezer
Tyler: Here we're lucky if we have one
Lauren: or fudgcicles. i like those
Tyler: I always liked those orange and creamsicles
Tyler: I forget what they're actually called
Lauren: we always have at least one, but if theres only one its probably something strange that i dont like. if theres two tho, the second is usually god
Lauren: not god.
Lauren: god does not live in an ice cream tub in my freezer
Tyler: How do you know?
Tyler: He might
Lauren: and i think they're just called orange creamcicles
Tyler: Oh. That would make sense
Lauren: well, maybe. but if so, he's pretty well disguised as mixed berry duetto
Tyler: Hey, Moses had a pillar of cloud and fire, you have mixed berry duetto
Tyler: All I'm sayin' is, _let my people go_
Lauren: lol... mysterious ways.
Lauren: gorf. my coffee is too far away
Lauren: almost fell off the couch trying to get it
Lauren: not awesome.
Lauren: once i got it, and successfully rebalanced in my seat, and drank some. then it was awesome.
Tyler: Oh okay
Tyler: Fair enough
Lauren: whatever this kid's playing sounds really familiar, but i have no idea what it is...
Tyler: I hate it when that happens
Lauren: me too.
our network admin will burn in a very special level of hell. a level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
almost perfect half moon… pretty… thought it was a streetlight at first… sentence fragments…
bought an icecream cone and a coffee a bit ago and totally forgot about the coffee for a while. then was really happy when i remembered it.
there need to be 2 separate internets- the fun one, & the homework one, so i maybe can get things done. blast my complete lack of willpower.
fatal attraction? no… fatal distraction.
Strunk and White’s The Elements of Style does not deserve the enormous...– Geoffrey K. Pullum (via ayjay) sssshhhh… don’t tell my old professor that… he’ll eat you. (in my freshman seminar, we read 6 books. 5 were classic novels. the 6th was a certain little red grammar book.)
The Pros and Cons of Having Tiny Hands
truth. and flashbacks to that summer i worked in the high school office. via cbeth: PROS: Good for drawing small things Fit neatly in larger hands Easier to type on things with tiny buttons CONS: You are always the one to clear the paper jam in the Xerox
Quaker oats commercial: trampolines that bounce you up to the clouds… First thought = WANT. Second = Nevermind, scary… I would miss.
its almost over, but happy Easter!
on the train, 3 girls a few seats up speaking mandarin, i think. giving me lovely taiwan flashbacks.
dang, my license to exist should be revoked. i just can’t seem to do it right.
I feel like the sky’s the limit, and I’m not sure which part of the...– random college employee having a breakfast planning meeting across the very quiet cafe.
I can’t believe I’ve survived this long on a campus where you can’t get coffee between midnight and 7am… that’s when you need it most!
whilst finishing my dinner… well, second dinner.. well, WAIT. if you don’t eat breakfast, but then have lunch at lunchtime and dinner at dinnertime, and then at 22:00 realize you’re hungry again, does it count as second dinner? or is it just dinner, and dinner was lunch, and lunch was breakfast, and you’re just eating in the wrong timezone? *so confused* ANYWAY. whilst...
i think i lost my pen… this is the problem with only carrying one at a time…
when sleep and productivity fail, try omegle.
Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: look at me!
Stranger: *jumps into a swimming pool full of baked beans and swims around*
You: sounds... fun?
Stranger: jump in!
Stranger: the beans are fine!
You: *jumps in*
You: mm barbeque
Stranger: Let's get back to work.
You: but i don't wanna.
Stranger: cancer isn't going to cure itself ya know!
Stranger: we're great people aren't we?
Stranger: *oop, stung by a bee. I have an allergy you know.*
You: bummer. well, it was nice knowing you...
Stranger: *still dead*
yes, just got back from church… yes, i go to church on saturday nights… and yes, sometimes we stay til 2am. <3
oh, how i’ve missed housechurch… (the one downside to going home most weekends lately)
army field band brass quintet playing at my school: random, awesome.
It’s kind of a genre question… what is this thing?– Heidi Lee, my literature professor, discussing Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. my thoughts exactly, Heidi Lee, my thoughts exactly.
figures, the one time i actually know the date when april fools rolls around, and i’m feeling entirely unimaginative!
seems my body no longer recognizes the option of getting two decent nights of sleep in a row, so is rejecting my longing attempts to do so.