Have you ever walked up to a vending machine with your shiny quarters, stared through the class and the display of choices? Have you ever had that gridlocked duel between two splendid choices? Oh how you wished you could just have both, yet the dollar in your pocket could only supply one! I walked to that vending machine, not 20 minutes ago. I fell into this horrid trap, torn between chips and cookies. Oh what to choose! The tastey collection of salts and spicies resting on that baked multigrain sheet, or the delicious crumbling of the chocolate chip cookie? After an age long debate I finally settled upon the cookies, feeling such terrible heart break to deny myself the chips. I paid my due and watched that bag fall, heavy with guilt ridden joy. While reaching down I thought I saw a second bag deep in the cavern that was the bottom of the machine, but quickly shrugged it off as a trick of the glass. I reached in and to my exquisite exileration found that the second bag had been real! And not only had it been real, but it was that very bag of chips I had so hesitantly waved goodbye to! Oh what jubilation to be granted two rewards for the price of one!
What a wonderful way to bring up an otherwise purely pointless and eventless day.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Amongst a field of graves
So I woke up this morning hoping my ecology lab would be canceled, seeing as I got only about 2.5 hours of sleep. I'm glad it wasn't though. We drove out to a cemetery and spent about 2 hours pacing between the graves, recording the birth and death dates of certain individuals. The purpose was to gather a large sample of human lifetime lengths. Despite the "work" it was really kind of nice. It was a great half and half overcast sunny day. The graveyard and tombstones were beautiful and interesting and the recording was, in a way, fun too. The only part I would have changed is I wish it were a bit warmer. Now I feel fine, but at the time I swore my fingers had frozen solid.
A surprising amount of people live to be in their 80's, and I was pleased to find a lady that lived to be 104, her name was Rose C. Bruener and her on her marker was an engraving of her named that looked like it might have been a imitation of her signiture. She lived from Feb 11, 1897 to Oct 29, 2001. That's amazing to me. However the universe is balanced and I found more than one grave for a child that never made is past 5. A little depressing, but I suppose that's how it goes sometimes. More so in the 1800's.
As a final note, green grapes are delicious
A surprising amount of people live to be in their 80's, and I was pleased to find a lady that lived to be 104, her name was Rose C. Bruener and her on her marker was an engraving of her named that looked like it might have been a imitation of her signiture. She lived from Feb 11, 1897 to Oct 29, 2001. That's amazing to me. However the universe is balanced and I found more than one grave for a child that never made is past 5. A little depressing, but I suppose that's how it goes sometimes. More so in the 1800's.
As a final note, green grapes are delicious
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A night like the end of the world
Last night was, in short, mystifying.
The power went out over on the St. John's campus, so I got a text from Jt asking if I could come pick him up and bring him back to St. Cloud so he could raid with our WoW guild last night. After a little discussion with both him and Sara, I decided to take a nap and see how I felt about it afterwards. Well, much to my dismay I slept through the NIN presale for chicago, so now I gotta get normal tickets, which although cheaper, single me out from my other friends. This means they get to go in a different enterance at a different time, and I get to sit alone, by myself, most likely scared and confused, trying to make it in the main entrance. So I'm going to try and find someone who wants to go with me, heh.
ANYWAYS, I woke up, realized I missed the presale, called John, and told him I was going to come pick him up soon. This all occured around 5:50, so I stuck it out and waited for Sara to get out of class so she could come with me. We got john, brought him back, and fun nerdiness ensued. Raiding time lasts from 8:30 to 11:30, so that's a solid 3 hours of not moving, and the whole time I kept staring out sara's balcony windows watching it get darker and foggier.
Then the time came to take John home. So we sadle up his computer shit that he brought, and walk back to my car. We get everything loaded up, I throw the key in the ignition, and it won't start. No big deal, sara's got a car, she can just drive. So we haul everything back over to her car while she runs back to her room to get her keys (though why all her keys aren't on the same ring/chain I dunno ~shrug~) and we head back toward's collegeville. This is where it all got fun, for me at least. Fog had been rolling in all night, and it was some of the thickest fog I've ever been in, at least in some places. St. John's is about 20 minutes away down Division, which is fairly busy. No one was out, I think we saw one car all the way there. It was kind of creepy, during one of the thicker patches of fog, John says "this is zombie invasion weather" and he was completely right. For most of the drive we only had about 40 feet of visibility, the fog hid the rest of the world. Once we pulled off the road at the St. John's exit, we came across the thickest patch yet, the lines on the road weren't even visible for a short time. And of course, as always, we get there, drop john off, and the drive back is almost fog-free, cars are on the road, and everything is virtually normal.
I've always loved fog, especially at night. Walking outside I always feel like I'm standing on a small chunk of the world that has broken off, floating in some black void. The end of the world, the cragged rocky shards of earth, looming just outside my feild of vision. I feel like if I were to run off into the night, I would come to that edge and stare off into black nothingness. It sounds like kind of a scary though, but it's not, at least not for me. It was always strangely comforting. Kind of like.. this is all there is.. but this is all there really needs to be..
The power went out over on the St. John's campus, so I got a text from Jt asking if I could come pick him up and bring him back to St. Cloud so he could raid with our WoW guild last night. After a little discussion with both him and Sara, I decided to take a nap and see how I felt about it afterwards. Well, much to my dismay I slept through the NIN presale for chicago, so now I gotta get normal tickets, which although cheaper, single me out from my other friends. This means they get to go in a different enterance at a different time, and I get to sit alone, by myself, most likely scared and confused, trying to make it in the main entrance. So I'm going to try and find someone who wants to go with me, heh.
ANYWAYS, I woke up, realized I missed the presale, called John, and told him I was going to come pick him up soon. This all occured around 5:50, so I stuck it out and waited for Sara to get out of class so she could come with me. We got john, brought him back, and fun nerdiness ensued. Raiding time lasts from 8:30 to 11:30, so that's a solid 3 hours of not moving, and the whole time I kept staring out sara's balcony windows watching it get darker and foggier.
Then the time came to take John home. So we sadle up his computer shit that he brought, and walk back to my car. We get everything loaded up, I throw the key in the ignition, and it won't start. No big deal, sara's got a car, she can just drive. So we haul everything back over to her car while she runs back to her room to get her keys (though why all her keys aren't on the same ring/chain I dunno ~shrug~) and we head back toward's collegeville. This is where it all got fun, for me at least. Fog had been rolling in all night, and it was some of the thickest fog I've ever been in, at least in some places. St. John's is about 20 minutes away down Division, which is fairly busy. No one was out, I think we saw one car all the way there. It was kind of creepy, during one of the thicker patches of fog, John says "this is zombie invasion weather" and he was completely right. For most of the drive we only had about 40 feet of visibility, the fog hid the rest of the world. Once we pulled off the road at the St. John's exit, we came across the thickest patch yet, the lines on the road weren't even visible for a short time. And of course, as always, we get there, drop john off, and the drive back is almost fog-free, cars are on the road, and everything is virtually normal.
I've always loved fog, especially at night. Walking outside I always feel like I'm standing on a small chunk of the world that has broken off, floating in some black void. The end of the world, the cragged rocky shards of earth, looming just outside my feild of vision. I feel like if I were to run off into the night, I would come to that edge and stare off into black nothingness. It sounds like kind of a scary though, but it's not, at least not for me. It was always strangely comforting. Kind of like.. this is all there is.. but this is all there really needs to be..
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
bloggity-blog
Yup so i made a blogtastic blog.. man, do I do everything everyone else starts? Yeah, I do. Heh
Anyways, so one thought occurred to me while I was making this blog, and it was how the smallest things can piss me off yet the bigger shit never really bothers me long. For instance I just finished this 360 game The Darkness the other day and I looked up reviews on IGN to see what people thought about it. So I looked up the professional IGN reviewer's thoughts, and he made strong points both for and against the game but gave it a pretty decent 7.8 out of 10. I'd agree, I really thought he did his homework and really gave the gave an unbiased review. Well I went to read the comments left by other gamers and all I saw was a flood of hatred. So many people were verbally assaulting this guy for not giving this game 10 of 10. It was stupid how many people got so upset over this! And they had no good arguement either! The basic comment was "Ur so retarded, this game was so awesomxorz! wtf is wrong with you? Bet u got paid to give dis game shit!" It pissed me off to see so many people give this guy so much crap when it's obvious to anyone that he spent his time, played the game thuroughly and gave it a fair judgement. I mean by the way these people were going on it was like he condemned the game and anyone who ever played it. And here I am getting pissed at them for getting pissed at him. People just suck, it's fact.
On another note, I'm currently listening to Cloud Cult for the first real time and they're a very cool band. I probably wouldn't listen to it everyday, over and over, like I would some stuff but its definitely on my normal playlist. I approve!
I christen thee.. Blog!
Anyways, so one thought occurred to me while I was making this blog, and it was how the smallest things can piss me off yet the bigger shit never really bothers me long. For instance I just finished this 360 game The Darkness the other day and I looked up reviews on IGN to see what people thought about it. So I looked up the professional IGN reviewer's thoughts, and he made strong points both for and against the game but gave it a pretty decent 7.8 out of 10. I'd agree, I really thought he did his homework and really gave the gave an unbiased review. Well I went to read the comments left by other gamers and all I saw was a flood of hatred. So many people were verbally assaulting this guy for not giving this game 10 of 10. It was stupid how many people got so upset over this! And they had no good arguement either! The basic comment was "Ur so retarded, this game was so awesomxorz! wtf is wrong with you? Bet u got paid to give dis game shit!" It pissed me off to see so many people give this guy so much crap when it's obvious to anyone that he spent his time, played the game thuroughly and gave it a fair judgement. I mean by the way these people were going on it was like he condemned the game and anyone who ever played it. And here I am getting pissed at them for getting pissed at him. People just suck, it's fact.
On another note, I'm currently listening to Cloud Cult for the first real time and they're a very cool band. I probably wouldn't listen to it everyday, over and over, like I would some stuff but its definitely on my normal playlist. I approve!
I christen thee.. Blog!
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