the tale of a dude with multiple identities and exponential expectancies best viewed with mozilla firefox
'Tis oft misfortunes come together, or after one mischief another - Dougal Graham
I heard this uttered by a close friend and confidant at a time he was in really circumstances. Lots of truthfulness in it. Also makes me realize whatever tough luck I've had pales in comparison to what many other people are going through. Received some not-so-good news from California. I'm praying for strength and for better news.
I'm most impressed by the continuous stream of new music in the rock genre.
Top bands going into June ... I mean these are buy-it-steal-it-download-it-burn-it goodstuffs IMHO.
1. The Raconteurs - Carolina Drama
2. Seether - Rise Above This
3. The Last Shadow Puppets - Separate And Ever Deadly
4. The Weezer - Pork and Beans
5. Disturbed - Inside The Fire
The is Rude.
A while back I dated this black girl from Nigeria. It didn't work out a for a variety of reasons, and we went our separate ways amicably. I regret dating her though, because she was not only beautiful, but she made me laugh, and had a lot of confidence and strong values, and that spoiled me. Since then I've never seen another lady who is both attractive and funny; finding pretty women here in Dallas is extraordinarily easy, but even unattractive funny ones are exceptionally rare.
But after her, I know they're out there.
I suppose I'm hoping there's some sort of indie/artsy girl out there with a sense of style and wit about her that I just haven't seen much around here. Maybe its because the typical black girl isn't like that -- she belongs in the north, really -- but I'd like to think that Dallas harbors at least a few. And that they're still single. And that I'll find them.
Rude.
Not my ass crack.
My fingers are itchy, I need something to occupy my time. This whole life thing is playing out how I always thought it'll be. Grad, get a job, be content as an individual contributor, then live and live and live and die. The End.
No. I feel I can spy in on my destiny. No doubt any journey to greatness demands uncanny perseverance, willingness to take chances, and a consistent surge of adrenalin for when you're against the enemy. You hear that primal beat in the back of your head, yea, danger danger.
At times when I always felt I'll be at my strongest, I've instead felt the weakest. I wonder often about my widowed aunt, how does she get through. I dont think I'll ever know how to console a person who has been bereaved, there simply isnt enough that can be said or done. This is dicey, I do the best I can, but its still dicey. I play surrogate dad to the twin boys my late uncle left behind, innocent children often talk about their daddy sleeping with the angels. I'm teaching them all the boy things, how to talk like gentlemen, how to dance, how to play video games, etc etc. This is taking its own toll on me.
Rude.
1. Finish writing draft for first FT technique paper, do a bit more on CWT to backup math, get to Chair by end of April.
2. To get motivated for future school, call old man consistently and whine and gripe about how hard the MS was.
3. Start coolest statement of purpose, and not for semiconductor, gotta lets it go, gotta lets it go.

