caturday!

and this is a blog post.

fin.

I had an okay Christmas today. I got some really cool xbox games, some [blahblahblah], and some blah blah blah. It’s also been a while without coke for me, and I feel like I’m going to relapse. I can’t live without it. =( I need a support group or something. Any recovering addicts, holla at ya boi.

This supremely lame blog was written by Alie. The end

gaaah.

i honestly can’t stand going to church and meeting people who actually wholeheartedly have dedicated their lives to ‘bettering themselves’ in the eyes of God. i mean, sure, i go to church for special occasions and all, but to go every sunday with no exceptions is just a little bit ludicrous and unnecessary in my humble opinion. i don’t know why people believe god’s ideologies of themselves has changed from one sunday to the next - i mean, what’d you do in that span - eat breakfast differently?

in other news, i’ve gone about a week without coke, and that is huge. the only downside is that now i’m sleeping sporadically because i don’t have caffeine to fuel me, so my parents think i’m either:
a) depressed
b) i have mono
c) i’m depressed and have mono, or
d) i’m doing heavier drugs.

i say ‘heavier’ because they think the most i’ve done is tylenol and applejuice.

late.

it’s alie’s fault, so whatever. she annoys me like no other female could annoy a significantly superior male, bar noooooone.
i’m joking, of course, but still - she didn’t remind me enough. i mean, three times is useless. it should be FOUR.

I NEED COKE. I NEED IT.

The title is appropriate because Oman is my location on our beloved site that brought us all together, and I’m going to attempt to cut Coke out of my daily beverage list. Really.

I’ve recognized that, with a new workout routine, I’m going to have to also cut off my delightful caramel colour + caffeine love in order to do less work for the same results. Henceforth, every other day, I’m going six sets of twenty-five inclined pushups, 4 sets of fifty situps with 10lbs behind my neck, and 3 sets of three pull-ups. there are the other exercises too (for the tris, obliques and all that jazz), but they’re staying as they are; these three are the only improvements i’m making thus far.

results in jpg format in weeks!

I’d also just like to add that Holly isn’t too hot at Minesweeper when she’s ill, so she’s mighty lucky she’s got the whole ‘I’manIllinoisCollegeGirl!’ look going. Mighty, mighty lucky.

No, really.

Aside from the huge workload the teachers have brought onto every student in, very ironically, the four courses I’m enrolled in, life’s pretty awesome right now. I’m not banged up and bruised, Christmas is so close I can already see myself eating turkey, and I’ve plateaued at my top athletic ability and muscle definition. Yeah, pretty fucking awesome.

I figured there’d be no better way to celebrate than to show you my handwriting in all its glory!

*note: It was a pretty boring marketing lesson and we were doing major review, so that’s why it seems incredibly easy. I also ignored some of his points because they were useless.

AND NOW, AN EVEN MORE SPECIAL TREAT: MY DOGGIES. First we’ve got Gryffin, who enjoys anything that involves bouncing (he literally bounces when he runs, it’s so awesome.)

and Scamper, the eternally old one who growls about anything, even when he’s getting a nice, friendly pet:

I’m so happy for them. They’ve finally learned to sit!

i give up.

ookkaaaay, so tonight, there’s some sort of ‘quarter-formal’ dance. it’s one of the rare nights in which the staff and parents allow us to freely rub our bodies against other people’s bodies. so yeah. i didn’t really know much about it until today, and, really, how could i; quarter-formal is not in my vocabulary. apparently it’s dress pants and a shirt that says “BELOW ME -down arrow-”, so that’s my attire.

there’ll hopefully be pictures. thanks for the suggestion, the dalai lame!

My level of comments has reached an all-time low, everyone. This is bad. Very, very bad.

This means no one is acknowledging that my blog exists and is getting too relaxed and tired of the ‘updated-every-other-day’ selling point. This means I need to find a new one.

AND THAT MEANS I HAVE TO START OFFERING PICTURELOVE.

Today, we played dodgeball, and I totally pegged a kid named Henry right in the face. I mean, he’s a smaller-type guy that usually stays at the middle of the court, and I was trying to hit one of their better players who stays at the front with me - and Henry was sort of bent down, and the ‘better’ player on their team jumped out of the way, and smack. Right in the nose. Fortunately, he’s Asian and completely embraces it, so no further nose flattening happened.

To all those who were possibly offended: I say that in the most loving way possible.

This is an entry that will have content when I think of content. Most likely, there’ll be a story of stupid-but-oh-so-gorgeous Russian women because of the good ol’ slave factory I’m employed at, but hopefully it will be a good night. I can only hope.

I’ve got eight points in nine games for hockey, which isn’t as bad as it sounds, considering we’re one of the most defensive teams in the league. We’ve scored 23 and let in 15, which is a +/- record of +8, which is pretty damn respectable. When the stats get updated, it’ll be +13, which is incredible.

I owe it all to LW and the lovely people I talk to, though. They motorvate me.

Oh, and by the way - I made the sidebar a lot prettier, if you notice. Now the text is smaller and less noticeable, so I take your attention captive and hold it until SWAT comes.

obsession, obsession night, eternity, truth, and escape:

Honestly, why the fuck does calvin klein bother branding and labelling all their colognes with such idiotic names? The scent that comes out of the bottle doesn’t smell like ‘obsession’, and I don’t even know what they’re trying to mean by ‘obsession night’, but I’m pretty sure the other ones, including the prior two I’ve already mentioned, don’t even have smells. They should just take a hint and make a ‘new car smell’ cologne, because the leather and other stuff that’s in new cars - carbon monoxide, for example - smell heavenly.

ANYWAY, my day consisted of a large amount of slacking off. I didn’t do my law homework and didn’t study for my fitness test, but I somehow managed to survive the six page written-answers test anyway. The law homework I didn’t do I got glared at for, so I guess the teacher really wanted us to learn about the psychopathic serial killer’s psyche and the physiological implications and similarities they have to regular citizens of society. Whaaaatever.

I’m too lazy, but it’s the weekend, so that means I get to update designsssssssssssss. (UPDATE: I edited the area to the right of this. I redesigned the tables you can’t see, made the text smaller, reduced the padding on the axis of x and y and .. capitalized + used a non-breaking space to add the hyphen. I also managed to keep the credits at the bottom of the footer[scroll all the way down to see], but now they’re invisible!)

Hope I do well at hockey as well, but I’m pretty sure my knee’s a little too banged up to do anything crazy like get a two-handed slash again. Honestly, people are such idiots; it’s a freaking recreational league and they act like it’s Chris Simon’s stick vs Ryan Hollweg’s face. It’s just crrrrraazy.

Today, nothing really happened, but whatever. I got some trip information sheets for my trek to Greece on a plane all by my lonesome, but that’s about it for school. After that, I went and blew $200 on shoes, a jacket, and sweatpants. Those pictures will come later - late Thursday night, probably, as I’ve got work.

Back to the layout: I made the banner more ‘Christmassy’ by giving it candy canes and a little sumin’ sumin’. There’s also the glowwwww!

NOTE: I am looking for a new postergirl to be in the titlebar. Apply within.

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I couldn’t resist not editing this entry; it’s just so small and petite compared to the others, so I decided I’d lengthen it.

The fact that this week has felt like the longest week in a long while isn’t too good. I even got a day off of school and just did homework, sat around and imagined myself working out - which, of course, has the same effect as the actual process of lifting the heavy things we call weights. Even though I’ve only gone to school three days, I’m honestly and literally falling asleep in class, totally losing my train of thought in the middle of a sentence - and looking like I’m frozen in the process, since it almost never happens - and just doing more work and even more homework when I’m not doing the prior things.

Aaaand, to top it all off, I’ve got three tests tomorrow, and they’re all pretty big. Yay me.

I’d like to ascribe my success and undying, supercilious achievements to none other than .. myself.

I say that because I haaate the weather of this season. I despise the freezing rain and resulting ice, and I can’t stand the bone-chilling winds. So, before I went to bed, I asked for a day off. And guess what!? I got one. Though, granted, the only positive thing that has come out of that wish so far is the whole ‘I get a snow day!’ aspect, but within that positivity, I traded my health for the day of ‘leisure’. Worth it? Nah. The only silver lining from that stupid cloud is that I’m not missing anything important today, because almost no one went to school.

Aside from my immune system and other issues, I seem to be excessively uptight about how my blog looks lately. I mean, I do this with at least one thing at a time, all the time. So to start with that mindless craze and the undying obsession, I should talk about what I’m going to do in the near future!

I’ve got to improve the actual ‘content’ aspect of the blog. To the right of this entry, there’s the ‘in-depth’ navigation which looks sort of out-of-place and draws your eyes away from my wonderfully captivating lit (and that’s not good!). My idea is to either make it more distant or increase the propinquity/nearness of the actual ‘tables’, but in order for my idea to be completely cogent with myself, I’m probably going to end up trying them both eventually. This will eventually be my baby, something I’ll be delighted to call my DIY-bricolage-blog.

So, for now, instead of ranting on about distancing ‘tables’, I’ll instead distant myself from my ‘perfectionist design’ personality and talk about the last (and future) twelve hours. Yes, it’s noon, and so far I haven’t eaten anything all day [UPDATE: I ATE RYE BREAD, WOOHOO] I’ve drank a bunch of tea to soothe my throat, which, by the way, feels smiliar to me swallowing fire, swords and vinegar in combination for most of yesterday. It hurts to turn my head, it hurts to swallow, it hurts to breathe. Since I now opt to breathe through my nose, my brother finds it entertaining to take advantage and hold it once in a while and watch me squirm. Mmm. I’ll get through this damn cold eventually, and when I do, he’s going to be hiding for a few days.

That’s all I can really think of right now, so .. later, yo.

PS: Second entry, woo! I should make an entry every odd number of the calendar, and leave the even numbers (2, 4, 6, etc) for lamers and pirates. At most, I’ll probably never make an even-number entry, even if I don’t post every other day.

PPS: The unmistakable concupiscence you’re getting from the blog and fluid writing is riiiisiinnggggg.

Thiiiiiis marks the beginning, the regeneration, the quasi-’big bang’ of blogs - and you have the opportunity to read the literary genius of an aesthete author, one that probably won’t update very often, if at all. I’ve had past experiences with blogs and none of them turned out very well, but hopefully this new domain will yet again spark a moment of vim, of valour, and hilarity will once again be documented. I have no fucking clue what I’ll write about, but it’ll be worth your while to read it every four months or so, I promise.

So I added the new theme, which took a while because FireFTP doesn’t use shell extensions. In fact, I couldn’t even get FireFTP to work, so here’s the review of the year: don’t use it, ever. Use it as a coaster, use it to fight off ninjas, but don’t use it as a protocol to transfer files, because it’s useless. Hopefully you’ll find a better use than the developers originally intended.

Anyway, back to the theme: I’ll make it look better eventually. As of right now, the buttons to the right of me are fetid, the banner is a wireframe person with awful, ugly technical currents running along graphic lines - it’s sad, really. So basically, my goal for the next few weeks (or months, I haven’t decided how much I want to procrastinate yet - paradoxical, I know) is to make this lugubrious blog into the total cat’s pajamas. I like this column, the one where it shows my postings, but that’s just about the only design element I applaud on this whole theme. It’ll be sexy eventually, and make you want to remove clothing.

Yay for sort-of-but-not-really-subfusc themes!

Another hip-hip-hooray for Sergio, two days after his birthday!