Well, it is New Years Eve 2006, and I gotta say I’m glad to see 2006 go. Its been an.. interesting and certainly momentous year for me.

I haven’t posted much lately, as I was in KY for the Xmas - dialup. Plus I’ve not had much to say really.

Hopefully 2007 is better than 2006. I made enough Jell-O shots for tonight that I’ll certainly welcome 2007 in high spirits.

Here’s wishing everyone a prosperous and pleasant 2007

So this place I live - Rancho Murietta - is a complete and total shit hole.  My criteria for coming to this conclusion are thus:

• Single pane windows - these windows are ridiculously thin.  If someone farts outside my apartment at 3am, it will wake me up.  When the neighborhood brats congregate outside my apartment (some of them live below me) I hear everything they say.   This thinness doesn’t help with energy conservation either.
• Gap under my door - there is a 1cm gap between my door and the floorboard on the exterior door.  This transmits noise as well, especially when the neighbors slam their door EVERY TIME THEY LEAVE.
• The washer and dryer are outside.  At first I thought this might be a plus, since the dryer wouldn’t heat up my apartment in the summer, but now i realize that it is a major minus.  Every time I want to do laundry now, I have to open the back patio door to go outside.  The cat likes to escape that way.
• Which brings me to the back patio - it too sucks.  It is a shared patio with my neighbors - the ones that like to slam their door.  It is also a major security problem, since unlike traditional balconies, it has stairs that go down to the ground level where anyone can just go up and down them.  So I can’t put my bike on the back porch like I did at my last apartment.

Which brings me to my primary gripe for today.  I left my apartment about 530 today to head to a fraternity meeting.  The neighborhood brats were all congregated around a truck that was parked directly behind me - I’m very obviously about to depart since I’ve tossed my bag into the car and, as the most obvious sign of departure, I’ve gotten into it and STARTED the engine.  So as I am backing out I am looking out the back window since I know the hoodlums are out running around in the parking lot.  I hear a girl scream, then people shouting “STOP! STOP!” as I have moved about 10 inches.  So I stop and some kid runs up to the back of my car and tries to retrieve his bicycle.  Now I didn’t see the bike at first, since its a little kids bike.  So he pulls on it, and it becomes obvious I’ve pinned the bike, so I pull forward releasing the bike, he moves it and I depart on my way.

A few hours later, I come home and as I am walking up to my apartment I notice something different about my bike - that is, both wheel assemblies have been COMPLETELY removed.

So I can’t prove anything 100%, but it seems awfully coincidental that my bike got fucked with. None of the other three bikes on that rack got messed with, and I walked around the area checking out the other bike racks and no other bikes looked fucked with.

I’m so mad right now.  I’m gonna go to the office tomorrow and share my displeasure with them and see if there is anything that they can do about the situation.  I’m sure they will pull the there’s nothing we can do card but that’s fine with me.  I’m going to make sure that I file a police report at least so that way there is a mark on the crime reports for the neighborhood. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

w00t

Semester GPA: 3.4

Stupid damn cat. I had the glass-door to the back open today, with the screen door closed. I like fresh air and it cools the house off. Mr. Bigglegenius decided to push on the bottom of the screen door where the screen is a bit loose, and let himself out. In the dark. Ever since his last out-door adventure I am keen to hearing the the bell from his collar, and if I don’t hear it after a long period I go looking. Hims not to be found anywhere, and when I listen outside, I hear the jingle. grumble

So out I go, at midnight, into the area behind my apartment and follow the ever-moving jingle. Eventually he darts up the same stairs I found him on last time (his sense of finding his way home is always one off.. dumb cat..) and I follow him up quietly calling too him - the last thing I want is for someone to think I’m a prowler and shoot me. It’s pitch-black (my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet) so I grab for my key-chain LED flashlight. Of course the cat isn’t having any of this and thinks I’m some stranger so he runs around and darts back down the stairs and hides in a bush. I try to get him but he won’t come out from behind it so I flush him out and back up the stairs he runs.

I follow dumbass back up the stairs, I’m convinced someone is going to see me and question what I’m doing on their balcony in a dark blue hoodie sneaking around, and block his exit and slowly work my towards him. I can hear him breathing loudly, so I know he is spooked and that his defenses are up. I’m glad I’m in the hoodie, that way I can grab him and not worry too much about claws or teeth. I sit down and just start calling his name and patting the floor quietly and he eventually comes up to me. I grab him, tell him he’s a bad kitty and march him home. As soon as I get in the door I toss him onto the floor and he comes back and head-butts me and acts like nothing has transpired.

Stupid cat. Glad he has a bell.

I just listened to perhaps the most rediculous mash-up of any two songs. Prodigy’s ‘Smack my bitch up’ and Enya’s ‘Orinico Flow’.

Scandalous and pleasent with a nice crunch.

Download it from JockoHomo.

I totally kicked ass on my manuscripts final today.  I was sitting with a classmate discussing the kinds of things that could be on the test and I was amazed that two of them were actually options on the test.  Crazy.

It sucked having to get up at o’dark thirty to get there.  It was COLD riding my bike in the early morning dark.

I’m so glad this semester is over.  Now a month of lazy!!  w00t!

So apparently there is 6:00 am too.  Last nights nervous and anxiety ridden sleep leads me to my final 10 or so hours of school this semester.  One multiple-choice test about the ills of modern society at 7:40am and one essay test over god knows what from the last half of the semester on medieval manuscripts around 2:40pm.  I just hope I’ve studied the right manuscripts, cause there ain’t no study guide on this one.

Which brings me to the Big Bang - one of my dreams included that of the Space Station being destroyed in the night sky by a previously unknown comet making a closer-than-necessary pass to the planet Earth.  Please don’t ask me why I have these dreams… its probably too much slashdot but I figured I’d share it here in case it happens so that way everyone can say they knew about it before it would happen.   MmmHmm.

Emitt:  Do cats taste good?  They’re always licking themselves…

Forms of Evil:

Cylon, Sauron, Seyler Why do they all sound the same?  Do the sound the same because they’re all evil, or are they evil because the sound the same?  Or are they acknowledgments/nods to the evils by authors of the past with names of the present…

…circles within circles…