the sky is blue but the world is still gray.

hey. done with school for the quarter.

i think its odd, or at least somewhat amusing that i always end up taking pictures of my friend john taking pictures of me.

eeew. barfy barf is not good to get on your car. i haven't looked this morning, but i bet its all crusted over now.

ouch. this actually hurt. its a bit depressing to know that you suck at your favorite sport.

waking up on the hour every hour is odd, wouldn't you say?

i haven't written anything in this thing since the WTC incident. nothing much has really gone on except school starting, getting a raise at work, going to vegas, and thats about it.

oh man i feel like crap, plus i still have to go to work and apologize to someone for them having read that i called them a fatass. at least i'm happy.

i finally figured out how to get my wireless network card to work with windows xp. yippeee. i can look at porn on the internet while sitting on the toilet again.

i wish i could bottle that feeling you get when you've solved a perplexing problem thats been eating away at your sanity for the past few days. all is good now.

this is what happens when timmy has too much to drink. he gets sleepy.

bbq 2 days in a row. yum. happy.

its hard to believe that i was once that little. my biggest worries at the time were whether i'd freeze up on stage during a piano recital and whether i would trip and fall afterwards.

test. does this work?

do i have to get old and wrinkly and slow and annoying?

shit. i have to be at my final by 7 AM. once i'm done with my education, i don't ever fucking want to go back!

i know i've posted this before, but i think its worth re-posting.


de·vo·tion
n.
1. Ardent, often selfless affection and dedication, as to a person or principle. See synonyms at love.
2. Religious ardor or zeal; piety.

just because you want something and wish with all your might doesn't usually mean you'll get it. i think this especially applies to wishing other people behave or feel a certain way that you would like them to. most people want to stay the way they are. most people aren't interested in seeing the world through different eyes.

shit i'm back in business.....

asdf

bored to tears on saturday night. must not let that happen again.

oh geezus (that would be jesus to some of you). my home LAN is on the fritz and its going to be such a pain in the ass to trouble shoot. i haven't been inspired to write a whole lot lately. life is just kinda blah blech ick right now. i'm hurting for money. i need to move out.

i'm done with jury duty.

it was difficult to pay attention to the evidence being presented when i was fantasizing about the judge and the court reporter the whole time.

this is what i did on sunday.





now if i had pictures from sat, i would post those as well.

how bout tttZimbo instead of zzzTimbo?

oh... cleaning can be so therapeutic.

oh god there is something weird going on in the waiting room. some old guy fell down and now some crazy woman is beating her daughter.

this woman in the waiting room sounds like one of those droids from star wars.

Inappropriate Urination or Defecation: Urinating or moving one's bowels in inappropriate locations such as on plants, carpets, corners, etc.

*giggle*

spam. very bad.

apathy is super bad too.

oh gosh. neglect is bad.

blah. but at least i'm done for the quarter.

i didn't take this picture, but i wish i did.

my current wallpaper

crap. when you ask someone out, have something specific in mind.

i found some old pictures of me in high school with my old girlfriend. was that really me? i was actually somewhat thin and my face wasn't as chubby as it is now.

ok boy. went to tijuana on saturday. it was an interesting experience to say the least.

someone's damned cat kept me up last night. its kinda freaky how a cat can sound so human like. ick.

oh my. i haven't written for almost a week. i saw a good friend that i haven't seen in a while on saturday. he graduated with a phd, is getting married and is expecting a child. a lot of things can happen during any lapse of contact. i do believe that everyone goes through similar stages in life. i'm trying to convince myself that these stages are not milestones of accomplishments (much like distance markers in a race) but are instead more similar to traits or characteristics of a person. everyone is different and thats supposed to be a good thing.

given an asian woman, A, and a white woman, B. if the age(A) == age(B), then apparent_age(B) > apparent_age(A).

big problems make little problems go away.

i'm still working on that take home midterm.

happiness is a state of mind whereas success is a relative measurement

rel·a·tiv·i·ty
n.
1. The quality or state of being relative.
2. A state of dependence in which the existence or significance of one entity is solely dependent on that of another.

one more thing on my mind: 1) take home midterm. this piece if crap is nothing more than a glorified homework assignment. what the fuck am i learning anyways.

two things on my mind: 1) midterm 2) presentation

you don't get something for nothing. everything has a cost, perceivable or not.

my mind isn't as sharp as it once was. i need to fix that. shall i start enumerating the ways in which i can do that?

2 hours and 50 minutes is a long time to sit in one place and bubble in circles on a page.

wheeee... programming is fun. and no that isn't sarcasm.

can someone please invent a motivation pill... so that i may take it. while they're developing that, they should also work on making that ever talked about money tree.

ok so my friend brian returned my spare notebook yesterday. i didn't realize how much i missed the darn thing till i got it back. its nice to have a notebook you don't give a crap about. you can drop it, abuse it, eat on it and not be freaked out that you might break a $2k machine.

i have to take the GRE on saturday and i have not prepared. looks like it'll have to be a do-over.

whoa. barfing is not a good feeling. better to be staring at a familiar porcelain throne rather than a strange unfamiliar public one.

examples partake of the particular

fucking cable company. my site was down (as was my internet access) most of the day.

de·vo·tion
n.
1. Ardent, often selfless affection and dedication, as to a person or principle. See synonyms at love.
2. Religious ardor or zeal; piety.

oh the line wasn't bad at all. i was done with my tax crap by 2 pm.

i have to stay home today just to wait for the UPS guy to drop off my tax stuff that my accountant mailed me. lets just hope that there isn't a humongo line at the post office when i try to mail the damn thing.

i swear i had dream last night where i was bald. not completely bald, but hunter s. thompson bald. aaggghhhh.

hows this for a greeting, "Hello, my name is Tim. Please do me." ?

why oh why do i try to figure people out. its like trying to figure out a difficult math problem. you really want to find the solution just for the sheer challenge of doing so.

yipee.. that french girl didn't drop the class. now if only i can contrive a reason to talk to her. now.. tell me, does the use of the word 'contrive' in the previous sentence seem a bit contrived?

is it always assumed that, for males, physical stimuli is prefered over mental stimuli? "hey shutup and just make-out with me"

i see myself sitting on a red metal folding chair in a crowd of people sitting on similar chairs. its my turn. i stand up and speak with a nervous yet unashamed tone of voice, "hi... my name is tim... and i'm an attention whore." the crowd replies in unison, unemotionally, "hi tim."

oh by the way.. i was talking about a person's brain.

i have to remind myself at times what my favorite sex organ is.

i've taken the day off today so that i can run errands and finish up my taxes. what has my life come to?

damn that french girl didn't show up to class. i wonder if she dropped it.

sap·py

1. Full of sap; juicy.
2. Slang. Excessively sentimental; mawkish.
3. Slang. Silly or foolish

what the hell is this?

oh here's a new one i heard the other day, "life's not all fucks and roses." i suppose its not, but it certainly would be nice if it were. actually. i'm not much into roses. maybe "fucks and tulips" would be more my cup of tea.

how many times have we asked ourselves "what's wrong with me?" when we really should be asking "what's wrong with them?" why do we assume we're more screwed up than the other person.

what is it that people say? "be careful what you ask for, you might get what you want" ?? the danger isn't having our wishes come true. we all want our wishes to come true. the danger is in wanting more once we have what we desire.

zzzTimbo (8:38:53 AM):hiya
Saysha714 (8:38:56 AM):hi
zzzTimbo (8:39:01 AM):am i wacked in the head?
Saysha714 (8:39:41 AM):No, you're very grounded..... just a little quirky when it comes to love & sex.
Saysha714 (8:39:51 AM):but hey, aren't we all
Saysha714 (8:45:07 AM):other than that you are perfectly normal, intelligent, in touch with your wants and needs, logical and have things in perspective

ok. whats with waking up at 4:30 am for no reason at all. i had a friend tell me once that she wakes up at 3:33 am on a regular basis.

ok what the hell....i feel as if i lost a whole day, not just an hour. waking up one hour late until my sleep/wake patterns adapt will probably add up to about a productive day.

its hard to be regular.. and i'm not talking about constipation. though you could call not writing in a journal on a daily basis a form of constipation.

givers and takers weren't born that way... but made that way.

so i found out yesterday that since grad students can only graduate if they maintain a gpa of > 3.0, the profs give out higher grades in graduate level classes. for example, in an undergraduate course, the mean will usually earn you a c/c+. in a graduate course, the mean will earn you a b/b+. so now i don't feel as good about the c that i got last quarter. if a grad student gets an F, its almost impossible for them to boost their gpa up to a 3.0. this explains why i didn't get an F for the class when i surely deserved it.

whoo hooo.. there is a french exchange student in my cs class. it's also a she. rare.

marie says "beer=survival" those are words to live by for sure.

oh dread. school starts again tomorrow. i still have not done my taxes. i need a haircut. i think i'm going bald. happy thoughts.. happy thoughts... at least i don't have cancer.

wow.. i now know of two people who actually have read some of the crap here: stacy and marie. cool beans.

went to Crown City Brewery with hector. i had forgotten what good beer taste like. no offense to mexico, but coronas and pacficos pale in comparison to a guiness or a dark ale (literally and figuratively speaking). yum. beer. good.

damn my car still smells like vinegar. that crap better go away soon. it only smells bad when i open the trunk.

damn i hate being rushed. i have to get down to irvine by 8 am. there better not be any traffic at this time.

ok i'm a big baby. my mother packs my lunch for me. today she happened to pack me a salad with basalmic vinegar. since i drive like a mad-man my lunch tips over and unbeknownst to me, the vinegar spills out in the the floor of my trunk. fuck! the car stinks now. what the fuck, good intentions do not nullify the fact i'm annoyed that my mother is not a details person. close the lid tighter or put the whole thing in a leak proof baggie. perhaps i should just drive like an old man.

toilet seats... free parking... good beer... intelligent conversation...wasabi green peas...

ok i'm back. now i'm going to take a poop and take a nice long shower.

ok i'm off to mexico. i'll be back on sunday.

oh this is so funny... you'd have to program c/c++ to understand

ooooh kings game again tonight. was fun but the seats were no where as good as last time's. i'd still like to go again. perhaps when they play a better team.

have you ever been so frustrated that you just want to lie on your back and flail your arms and legs and then cry your brains out??

oh god i have this yucky icky feeling of dread. i have to give a presentation on something i know almost nothing about, even after reading the paper 5-6 times. i actually feel like i'm overwelmed with life at the moment. i need to manage my time better and/or cut out something from my life. decisions, decisions, decisions.

oh goodie. my friend marie has a tent i can borrow! i have a presentation tomorrow for class as well as a final the following week. i'm not a very happy camper. but i'm sure i will be next week when i actually go camping. hahahaha.

damn i need a friggin tent. anyone out there have one i can borrow?

i saw Sweet November last night with my friend Alice. thumbs up.

weddings are more fun after you've had a little to drink.

shit... i forgot that i have to take care of this traffic school thing. who has time for this crap?

at the moment this is what i'm coveting.

oh god, i just spent all this time at work futzing with this blogger thing. and now... i think it actually works. so am i doing this for your benefit or mine? i'm selfish. this is a learning experience for me. if it weren't i wouldn't do it. so neener neener neener.

i don't think i have anything profound to say at the moment.

so this is my first post.