Random Drivel

Leaving tomorrow, on a jet plane… Don’t know when I’ll be back again.

Quite literally. I leave tomorrow morning for Mobile, and then back to Indianapolis after the new year, and I don’t know when I’ll be back in Tulsa. I shouldn’t even be here, in this city, right now at all. Oh well, it is Christmas. But I’ll be heading for Mobile to spend New Years with my friends. My friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in 4 years. Thats such a long time…

Tulsa has given me so much, and taken so much away…

Haha, Ryan’s mom thinks we are alcoholics. Just cause we drink lots of beer. She’s funny. The one time she sees both of us together since we both turned 21 six months ago, and she thinks we drink too much beer. (Yes, I drink beer now, for those of you who may have been wondering. I guess it really is an acquired taste…)

I won my fantasy football leauge. Yes, I rock.

What is it with these crazy kids getting caught on camera? I hope for this kid’s sake that he knew this was happening. And if he did, I wonder why it got out.

gprime.net/flash.php/numanuma

He’s like the next Star Wars Kid, or William Hung or something like that. This is straight up eBaumsworld type stuff.

Read more for the lyrics in English.

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Ryan and I went with his family to Big Cedar Lodge in Branson, MO, this week. we had a lot of fun up there, and I appreciate them for inviting me along. We came back early this afternoon, just in time for Christmas. I went to Christmas Mass tonight at 10 pm instead of the midnight Mass I had been going to the past two years, at St. Mary’s.

Baby Jesus came tonight with his early Christmas gift, and this year I received a pair of leather gloves. They complimented well my overcoat, shirt and tie that I wore tonight. I love wearing that coat. My watch died. Three days ago, apparantly. I didn’t take it to Branson. I’ll need to get its battery replaced. Today will be Christmas Day. I am flying to Mobile soon. New Years eve this year, I hope its as good as when I left in December 1999. January 2005, I welcome you.

As one more year draws to a close, I want to reflect on all that has happened. In seven days, the year of two-thousand four will be a memory past and two-thousand five will no longer be a glimmer of hope in the future. What does the new year have in store for me? For any of us? So many changes this year. So many things different… some good, some bad, some happy, some sad. Many sad.

As I lie on the couch in my room, feeling the cool air drift downward from the fan, I look around and think to myself that this may very well be the last time I live in this room. I can barely call it my room; its the room that my parents (and sister) have graciously allowed me to stay when I return from college. I feel so nomadic. I’ve never lived in a city long enough to call it my home, and I shudder when people ask where I’m from. I rarely answer with a place but rather an idea, “The South,” I might reply. “What state?” they would say, and my response is always, “pick one.”

Oklahoma has been one of the most emotional states for me to live in. So many things have happened here that I will look back on in my older years. The people, things, places, relationships in Oklahoma. I’ve made a close friend, one whom I will likely be best friends with until the days we die, one who will likely be in my wedding and I in his. A high school, where so many people rushed to leave but desperately want to go back. A booth in the back corner of The Village Inn, that can only be occupied past 2 am, with that lightbulb that can always be turned out. A broken heart, one that will never be mended but also never be regretted.

Some things change, some things stay the same. The city I live in and the people I know… change. The place I call home in my heart and the people I love… Always.

I am just as torn as Tony Dungy must have been.

• As a good sportsman, I think that Peyton not throwing for the record at the end of the game was the classy thing to do, disregarding the record in favor of doing the right thing.
• As a fantasy sports player (with Peyton on my team) I am pissed that he didn’t throw for another touchdown, regardless of the record-tying throw.
• As a resident of Indiana, I’m glad the Colts won.
• As someone who hates the Colts, I’m pissed the Colts won.
• As a football fan, I’m disappointed that Peyton didn’t get his record tonight.

But it all goes back to being a good sport, and I understand what Tony Dungy did and I think in the end, it was the right decision. Congratulations Colts, good luck with the playoff hunt, I know the state of Indiana wishes you well.

I think I want to be a math teacher when I graduate. Or just sometime in the future. I think being a math teacher would be cool. Just like an algebra teacher in a high school. Preferably an Honors class, kids who actually want to be in the class.

I came to this conclusion today in lab. It took us 2 hours to do a lab that should have taken 20 minutes. See, I got the circuit from the pre-lab last week, and decided to go ahead and built it on Sunday for today’s lab. I built the entire circuit, had it ready to go as soon as I bought these three resistors and two capacitors. We got there, and while Phil was booting up his laptop and getting the lab book ready, I double checked all the pinouts, and then passed it off to him to double check while I turned on all the equipment. Everything was hunky dory. We turned it on, and tested the voltage. Good, coming in great. Tested the resistors, great current across them. Tested the gain… huh? what? where’s the gain? Oh, damn. Does it work? What’s wrong with our transistor array? Lets borrow another one, see if thats the problem. What, no? Ok, why are we getting the right current but no gain? Dammit.

Eventually, after talking to the prof and messing around for 2 hours, we decided to test the bias current leaving this transistor by breaking the circuit and putting in an ammeter. All of the sudden, it worked. We took the ammeter out, put the wire back in, and it still worked. THE WIRE HAD BEEN LOOSE THE WHOLE TIME. All because of one tiny wire, our entire circuit was fubar. We finished the lab promptly 3 minutes later.

And I decided that engineering is not for me. If I don’t end up going to law school after this, I’d like to be a teacher. That would be cool. I won’t become rich and powerful, but that’s ok. At least I can help students learn. And that would be infinitely more valuable to me than money ever would.

In 10 years, what will the world be like? What media giants will be left, and what will the role of bloggers (like me) be in society? This flash movie hopes to take the perspective of a biopic 10 years from now, describing the last 50 years of events including some that will take place in the next ten years.

http://letitblog.com/epic/ols-master.html

That’s a low place. I should make an effort to not be there.

drunk
hosed
lit
shit-canned
shit-faced
shit-housed
tanked
sloshed
schnockered
wasted
smashed
plowed
destroyed
plunked
driz-unk
canned
reamed
fried
toasted
pissed
walled
bricked
squeezed
sleeted
stoked
brass monkeyed
cranked
crunked-out
fucked
blasted
blitzed
boiled
hammered
plastered
sloshed
soused
wrecked
grogged

The best thing about being done with Tuesday is that I don’t have any more homework due for three more weeks.

Oh, and I can probably get back to going to bed before 5am again.