mychai's Diaryland Diary
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Please don't shizzle my nizzle. It tickles.
On my way home from school on Wednesday, I stopped by Circuit City and picked up the equipment needed to set up a wireless network in my mom's house.
After ironing out a few wrinkles yesterday, I finally got it up and running. Now I can access DSL anywhere in my mother's house. But since the battery on my laptop died a long time ago, I am still forced to surf for porn only where an electrical outlet lies.
Sometimes I think it was easier just being a caveman.
My favorite parts about movies like Monsters, Inc. and Toy Story were the outtake reels at the end of the movies. I especially liked the old secretary monster in Monster's Inc. "Ha. Ha. Ha," in that raspy voice, reminded me of old Cajun women you see in old rundown gas stations around here.
But since not all movies have blooper reels included -- and indeed, some movies are so serious that you can't include blooper reels -- sometimes journalists have to dig deep to find out what the movie bloopers really were.
Hence The Passion of the Christ: Blooper Reel.
I don't think this is blasphemous. Is it?
Fo shizzle, dis rote wit ma newz softwarz shit.
Peace out, yo.
10:20 a.m. - Friday, Mar. 05, 2004
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\"JP,\" they ask. \"What happens to your body when you destress?\"
Want to know something gross?
No? Too bad.
When I leave school for an extended break -- usually at the beginning of one of our 4-day weekends, a weird thing happens to my body.
All of the things that my body was holding back most likely due to stress gets released.
I'm talking about bathroom stuff here, folks.
I've peed about seven times today. Done #2 twice. I'm getting worn out from walking back and forth to the bathroom.
Does this happen to anybody else?
5:17 p.m. - Thursday, Mar. 04, 2004
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As of about 2:45 yesterday afternoon, I am completely done with the 2nd Air Force's Air Education and Training Command. I graduated from the weather course with a nice ceremony and a quick lunch with my folks.
I won't miss the school much at all, but I will miss the people I met there. Some I will see again in Germany. Most I'll never see again as long as I live.
Which will be too soon, as far as I'm concerned.
My back is killing me. I moved 500lbs from my dad's barn to shipping within a couple of days. One container contained just my cooking equipment, and it was right at 100lbs. I had four boxes of books, and those weighed about 60-70lbs apiece. Then a few boxes of desk stuff, sheets, and towels.
And all of that was just moving stuff to get shipped. I still had another 500 or so pounds of things to move out of my room.
A half a ton. All with my poor back. I need a massage.
Yeah, yeah. Poor me. I hear ya.
11:00 a.m. - Thursday, Mar. 04, 2004
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The past few days...
I dropped my roommate off at the airport at 6:30 last night. It was really quite sad. I didn't cry or anything, but, like I said earlier, it's really weird having a roommate you like.
The last night he was here, we went to the Beau Rivage casino where they have their own microbrewery. We both downed a pitcher of beer ($5! Woot!) and ate a burger. Didn't gamble a lick. It was nice talking about the past eight months and everything we had gone through together.
I told him he was the Trapper John to my Hawkeye. He seemed to understand.
I'm going to see the Passion movie tonight. I hope I don't die.
It seems I have a stalker! Just what I have always wanted. Just so you know -- for those of you who follow my life waaaay too closely -- the stalker doesn't have any information right. Complete rubbish. I don't even care if you believe me. Why?
Because I'm moving to Germany in 3 weeks, whoooooop.
But for the sake of being a nice, friendly guy, let's all say hi to the stalker...
Hiiiiii there, stalker!
Thank you, and good day.
4:33 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 26, 2004
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Skydiving... kinda.
I went skydiving this weekend.
Except I personally didn't jump out of an airplane. That would have cost somewhere in the neighborhood of the $200 that I don't have. So, instead, I just rode in the airplane that took the cargo of people it ditched at 16,000 feet.
That was as fun of a ride as any, since it climbed that three miles straight up in about seven minutes. At that speed, a lot happens to your body that you aren't ready for. The gasses in your belly expand, so you basically mark every thousand feet with a fart. Seriously.
There is also a lot of pressure in your eyes that makes you see the veigns in the back of your eyeball. It's hard to explain, but for the rest of the day I was seeing spots and fireworks within my own eye. It was purty.
The pilot of the plain also showed me a good time once everyone had jumped. The second the last person was out of the plane, he pushed the yoke all the way forward and we took a nose dive for a few thousand feet.
"How's your seat belt?" he asked.
"Good and tight."
"That's no good, here..." as he loosened me up to the point where the seatbelt was just a technicality. I figured if we crashed nose-first into the ground at that speed, the seatbelt would have just been a technicality no matter how tight it was.
He then pulled back and we went straight up, then we apexed and started going down again. This time I went weightless for about ten seconds, which was way cool. I had a camera in my hand and let it float around a bit until we had to even out.
I spent all day out at the skydiving field. It was a lot of fun: warm, breezy, sunny. There were a lot of people there due to it being Mardi Gras and they were having a skydiving convention-like thingie. Everyone was real nice and I met a lot of neat people.
Ok. Gotta run. I'll write later.
6:12 a.m. - Monday, Feb. 23, 2004
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