discrete math and ducttape.

i am taping bark back onto the tree that discrete math and i carved our initials into. and that i later chopped down. tonight, i have hoisted it back up onto the stump, and we're working things out. with lots of duct tape.

in fact, i'd go so far as to say that i've never been happier than in my own comfy room, with candles, Chopin, my computers, and discrete math. it's the little things in life that matter. it's the highlighters that don't bleed through, the teapot that heats water in a nanosecond, the fact that jake will be online soon, and that i'm the only one awake in my village. i'm also going to be the smartest one in my village if i ever pass these classes.

rather than finding my niche in college, i am finding myself constantly tickled by increasing difficulties in understanding the subject matter. tickled in that makes-you-wanna-pee kind of tickle. the unpleasant sort. but at the same time, whenever i get my mind around another of demorgan's laws or another network protocol, another piece of C++, i get that lightbulb-in-the-stomach feeling. i look at people brightly, and the look back, frightened. ha! someday i will outshine you all, minions!

...tomorrow, the world! say the procrastinators.

and for now, all i can wish for is a clean self, a clean room, and most of all, 3000 fewer miles between jake and i.

i'll start with a shower.

music: dido and aeneas (purcell)

christmas is coming, the tabby's getting fat...
please put some euros in my MIT ballcap!

we're already giving and recieving christmas presents in september. this year, i am giving rika one of the most famous prehistoric passage tombs in all of Europe... Newgrange! for the low, low price of 30 euro, Newgrange is prime Irish real estate! the price includes one (1) cruciform chamber, three (3) recesses, and is topped by a magnificent corbelled roof reaching to a height of 6m (20ft) above the floor. for no additional cost are also three (3) massive stone basins which presumably had some ritual use. perhaps they can be filled with pillows and used a cat-sleeps.



i hear the living room gets excellent light, even in the dead of winter!

merry christmas, rika.

plagues and thrifty me...

being sick has it's advantages. like, tea with brandy. like, a guiltless day spent basking in the green glow of my computer with no pushups inbetween exercises to keep me feeling unlazy. like, the allowance of a book a fiction, a real treat in these days of four-inch textbooks with unhighlighted pages shrieking for attention and slashdot articles popping up every few minutes to keep me from turning paper pages. besides, this book is brainless and embarassing in a very inspiring and hearwarming sort of way.

i found a thrift store, though! oh, and it has completed the hole left in my life. nevermore will i enter a retail store again! yesterday, i picked up the following items:

'Hacking Linux Exposed' 25c
'slackware linux' 25c
a tie with lightbulbs on it 50c
a tie with lobsters on it 50c
a 'Less Than Jake' t-shirt 50c
a hat from MIT 25c
sublime's 'robbin' the hood' 50c
the strokes 50c
a snowglobe with a cow inside and 13 stars glued to the bottom (for rika)

i'm sure that i've gotten all the best bits, but i might go back. i'd still like a coffee pot for my room (tea! always!).

and speaking of tea, my sainted jake has charged me with drinking more now. and like a good monkey, i go.

if any of my old mindsay friends are reading this, i do miss you all.

music: low (cracker)

spam poetry!

hello cry!
attention to the head.
enjoy the lifestyle you desire:
start an affair with a local woman.
Is healing your pain hurting your budget?
real mom's picked up the street and offered them a ride!!!
On the captain's face, generally so impassive, was an expression of unaccountable astonishment!!
...auf einem Löffel.
Any expensive table walks
the time that mine hairy shining sport shoes smiles.
His brothers noisy bra walks.
Our children red fancy balloon snores.
The silver shining while
buckled boots snores however,
our shining printer
sleeps at the place that whose white stupid green mouse stands-still.
His expensive ram walks
perhaps her daughters white beautiful wine is thinking
however, his smart recycle bin adheres
and still her odd shaped ram adheres
however, mine bluish green bed is thinking.
Our round kitchen is angry.
Any hairy pensil falls or any shining mouse is on fire.
Any slopy baby run.
Our children fancy book calculates.
Our golden table smiles.

freedom and footware!

a priest was busted outside a public library for stealing signal, apparently now a federally punishible offense. way to stick it to the man, AKMA!

and here i've been feeling guilty for jaywalking. i'll never sleep again.

well, it's been a week. and my week will be over on thursday -- tomorrow, 11pm i start a new life for myself. i'm preparing tonight, wriggling into clean jeans, lacing up glow-in-the-dark sauconys. new shoes, a new start. i'll pull the paper bits out and close the shoebox behind. my feet will feel the unfamilar territory under and be happy.

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