So today has been a total recovery day. I’ve kinda sat around and not done a whole lot. I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, which isn’t too surprising. In fact, I haven’t even used that much vicodin. I have to say that the penicillin pills taste like shit, though. Not appetizing at all. I did a shitload of homework today, though. I did a huge (14+ page) stock portfolio project, a 3 page career evalution essay, and a resume project thing-a-ding. All in all, it was 20+ pages of homework-luvin, and I didn’t enjoy one minute of it. I have, right now, a 63% in the class (of the total possible points) and there’s another 175 possible in these 3 papers, so I’m pretty sure I’ll get at least a B. rock. Okay, so our cable has been out for a good 4 days now, and I’m getting pissed. Went sent in the goddamn check on Thursday, and it still hasn’t arrived to the “City of Industry” in California. Goddamn U.S. POStal service. Anyway, Bruce, an adelphia phone jockey, tells me that the service should be back up shortly. I didn’t know this, but Adelphia has a call center at Platte and Union, right across from the Burger King — Bruce told me this, and when I heard it, I just about jumped out of my skin. Some dude, somewhere in America is telling me there’s a Burger King right near there office, all familiar-with-the-area like!? Whoa. Luckily, yes, he lives here in the springs. Righty-o, moving on. On another note, I’ve heard that some of you bitches have been giving Burnz a hard time because I’ve been a little pissy as of late. Well, know this — our eyes-locked, teeth clenched stalemate is over, simply because I’m too damn tired to keep ignoring him. Yes, I gave in. No, I don’t hate him. Yes, I am bitter about somethings, but you know what? I don’t need anyone else to fight my battles for me. It’s the thought that counts, and yea, thanks for sticking up for me, but come on — when it comes to pissing matches, I can hold my own. Was talking to Shawn and FirstMatt about somethings tonight, and it boiled down to this: “I’m a chauvenistic motherfucker when it comes to chicks.” And you know, that C word has such a terrible stigma attached to it … man oh man, what am I getting myself into? What happened to straight edge, always staggeringly nice me? Should I get him back, or is seasoned, bitter, veteran me better? Tough call. Update – 12:36a – Our cable is back on – w0o! Mad props to Bruce at Adelphia. Update #2 – 12:58a – Wendy’s fries and a frosty = super-awesome. Update #3 – 2:49p – I put some finishing touches on a website I’ve been kinda-sorta working on, and while I was at it, I put in some nifty javascript to help you not-forget to fill in some of the comment form fields. Also, I fixed up an error page that appears sporadically with some helpful info if something breaks. Update #4 – 6:21p – Yay, aren’t I a total dork. Image on the left there is a smaller version of the webcam pic, modified to show whether or not the cam is on. Nifty, eh? Right, will go back to being a quiet geek.

You know, I’ve used that title a lot. And it really applies to so much. Swingers it the best movie ever. If you don’t agree, please go rot and die. I have a lot of story from sunday to post, but I’m too trashed to type them all up. So fuck you. Oh, and FUCK YOU TOO. UPdatE!OKAY! SO I CANNNOT SEppl TENAicoUS D OKAY!? FO FUCK YOU! AND YOU TOO! YEA< YOU'THINK yOU"RE SO HOT. YEA RIGHT MOFO! Update – 2:23a – FYI, earth day is my bitch, and also FYI, Tore is the bomb to talk to when trashed. WHere are you when I need you tore!? Update – 2:27a – burz is here, and he likes the officespcae guy more than jennifer aniston. hence, he is gay. LOL u{DATE!Sandwichares are the life of drunkards. No goddamnn sense here. so FUCK YOU!@ WO!O wait. this iwlll go tomorrow. wait, this is now. fuck me. OH MY! HOLLY SHIT A irweless liNK!? FUCK ME WITH AN IFRADNMRED MONSTER ON HMY! Update – 1:25p – Okay, so after my wild drunkeness last night, I went to the dentist to get sawed on. First off, it was a huge mistake to get fucked up last night. Going to the dentist with a mild hangover, while having to spend time with my mom, man … that was hell. Anyway, the whole shebang, front to back, took 2 hours. I got Nitrous Oxide, too! wOowee, it was a good time. Had a tough time keeping my eyes open, but there was this hella fine aid lady helping out the doc. She was all interested, asking questions and such. And then, when my gums are laid open and I look like a racked chunk of beef, I tell everyone to stop, and say, pretty loudly [to me] “ONE BLOODY MOFO.” I thought I was so funny. LOL. It’s still funny. Anyhow, they both cracked up, and then, for the rest of the time, I laid there, thinking “damn, I’m funny. One bloody mofo. Hahaha” So that was that. And now, I’m here on the couch, hurting, but the vicodin is helping … and I hate guaze. Sutures? no problem. Blood? No problem. Pain? No problem. Roll of toilet paper jammed into my mouth? Sucks. On another note, the thread previous to this one is up to 20 comments, and the last few are pretty good. As much as I moan about peoples’ extreme (again, to me) ideology, they have some good points. Although I don’t recall getting criticized for dropping out of school for a year … right now, that kind talk would likely get yer ass whooped. heh. God, Office Space & Swingers = good times. Funny pic of the day: Yahoo News Update – 9:33p – Pageview number 30,000 came in this morning from Laura at CU at 6:04am … props to the health of rand0m.org — thanks for visiting 🙂

Went into the dentist today, blah blah blah, tooth root tip-fixing-surgery scheduled for monday, 10am. Probably will fuck me up for at least that day. I’ve been missing a fair amount of classes due to this tooth & because of work. That sucks. I don’t care much. [sigh]. It’s sad, but Cs are good enough. Putting forth anymore effort has little glimpse of reward. I’m just so blah recently. I don’t care about much. I mean, almost nothing … just kind of going day to day, making sure that I’m alive for the next. I’m really, really glad that summer is coming up … I don’t know if I should take a class or not; I mean, it would keep me sharp and it would help, but jesus, a class during summer? Kind of kills the point. Oh yea, tim moved to texas. Found that out a while ago. Quite a loss :-/ … oh, saw craig at blockbuster the other day. I’m sure he still wants to feed my nuts to angry, rabid ferrets, but at least it seems like he’s doing okay. yea, don’t have much to say to anyone about anything. Update – 4/18/02 1:05p – I added a thin in the “See & Do” section of the sidebar to check whether or not the webcam is on … the “On” is a link to a pop-up window that shows the pic. woo.

Okay, so I go outside tonight, for the first time in … oh … 4 days [?], to go pick up some pizza with FirstMatt and Christine [Netheus], and on the way there, we see a staggering sight: in the back of my truck, there are beer cans, an empty plastic vodka bottle, a small canadian mist bottle and a [!!!] smashed corona bottle [/!!!] Can you believe that!? Some punkass bitches, while staggering around drunkenly, deposited a case of empty Busch Light and other miscellaneous liquors into the bed of my truck. Of all beers, Busch Light. What kind of panzy, dickless motherfucker drinks Busch Light!? And then puts it in my truck!? What assholes. Oh, and get this. The dicks put a coat in FirstMatt’s car. He has a convertible VW, on par with my truck [how’s that for valuation?], and it’s top was down, and some motherfucker put a coat in his car. And then, he put it outside of his car, and somebody put it on our fence. How’s that for spooky? On another note, I have less tooth pain. I don’t know why, but it hurts less. My lip is still a little swollen and numb/tingly, but I think I’ll pull through. Didn’t take any vicodin today, so that’s a telltale sign that I’m not dying. Oh, milkshakes / smoothies are the best. Man oh man, grind up some ice, throw in some fruit yogurt & pineapple and add some ice cream, and woohoo, good times await. I have a paragraph running through my head regarding past Good Times, but I’ve determined that it’s better to dwell on all the great things I have going for me now than to get all reflective and get depressed about days gone by. So that’s that. I hope all you peepz out there in the real world have a good day. Update – 12:21p – Going in to work today at 1, and I have two gripes. First off, FirstMatt left for California this morning. He’ll be gone until Saturday. I’m sad. :-/ And another thing. I’m going to walk to work, and it’s 73 fucking degrees outside. It’s April, it’s not supposed to be that hot yet. Much too hot. Just might drive.

So last night, I’m laying there on the couch after a whole day of doing absolutely nothing, and it hits me that part of my lip is numb. Well, that’s not good news. So I go to sleep [end up not getting any], and calling the dentist this morning. Well, the dentist wasn’t there, because it’s Friday. That’s understandable … must be pretty nice being a doctor, eh? Anyhow, gave Lucy, the head runs-the-show lady the story about feeling like I got hit by a semi, the unending pain, and the numbness, and she told me she’d talk to the doctor. Got a phonecall right around 11am, and the story is this … first off, I overdosed on Ibuprofen. This accounts for the feeling absolutely terrible on thursday. As for the pain & numbness, she said that it is more than likely an abscessed tooth. The doctor did a phone prescription of some antibiotics and some vicodin [!] for the pain. I am really surprised at how cheap drugs are … I was expecting like $50 for 20 pills, but it was $16.58 for a bottle of vicodin and 40 antibiotics. Anyhow, I did some reading up on what an abscessed tooth is, and found that this website clarifies it the best. Have a read, and then laugh at the wild amount of agony that I am enduring. oof. :-/

Okay, so I’m sitting here at 2:26pm, and it hits me that I have not said one word today. I have not uttered a single sound. And that is usually because I’m just having a crappy day. I didn’t sleep last night. I up from ineffectually laying there and downed more pills than I could count, and passed out this morning around 7:30am. A few hours later, I wake up [oh, noonish?], feeling like I had been crammed into a trashcan, rolled down the street and thrown into a compactor by some big, brutishly-unkind man. My day has not progressed much since. Called in to work and said I’m not coming in … took a shower, got dressed, and am pro-actively doing nothing about the speech I am supposed to give in ~ 3 hours. Have you ever just felt like hell? It sucks. I find the word “cupboard” distinctly disturbing. It is pronounced “cubbard,” and when seen as text, makes one think of a 2″x4″ with a cup on one end. Although a cup board is really what it is, I find this word woefully inadequate for the tasks associated with a cup-bearing device. Hence, the cupboard will now be referred to as the “cupland,” insinuating that the object at hand is actually a complicated, socio-economically driven environment dedicated solely to the ideal of cup management. Thank you.

Sometimes I am just so happy that I am me. For instance, I go home for lunch today, and there, right across the street, are 30+ lithe, scantily-clad, glowing tennis players, actively jumping up and down, stretching, and bending over while playing tennis. Man oh man, it’s a shame that I have other responsibilities that so carelessly drag me away from watching the near-orgasm-inducing ladies do their thing. In other news, FirstMatt bought a dresser. It’s nice, and not even all that heavy … got it from Furniture Family or some such place … I’d say one of the best parts of picking it up with him [cuz I have a truck] is the whole cruising around on a bright, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes I loathe the fact that I can’t just go outside and enjoy downtown like I could when I ditched class in highschool. Damn this whole growing up thing … it’s definitely for the birds. Update – 4:54p – I’ll tell you, the tall tennis players are the best, because they have these short skirts and long legs, and then they serve, and … yummm … Anyhow, not much tops sitting in the hammock, drinking a margarita while watching young ladies do their thing. If any of you guys ever get the opportunity, I heartily endorse this. [/testosterone]

So yes, my weekend in review. Umm … drank 15 shots of Red Rum last night and was completely bombed. Got into a pissing match with Burnz about … don’t really know 100%. All I know is that I’m wildly offended for some reason or another. And then had lunch with Emily & Melissa today @ Old Chicago. That was fun … then did coffee with Emily & FirstMatt and came home. And then the rest of the day has been me doing absolutely nothing. I have some sort of homework or something due to for school, but I don’t know what … hrmm. I have something else to say … umm… oh, right, SpaceGhost rocks. I’ll remember what I was going to say in a bit. Oh, another thing, Tony might be moving into the LindyCommune here … and Shawn might be moving out at the end of June to go to school in Denver. Yea, not remembering the original point of this conversation. I’ll update when I remember. Update – 10:32a – Off to my dentist appointment for my hurtin tooth. Hopefully it won’t cost an arm and a leg, and I’ll leave with all my teeth still in my mouth 😉 Update #2 – 12:37p – Came back from Dr. Lawrence’s office, my wallet a lot lighter and with all my teeth intact and cleaned. The gist – I have beautifully maintained teeth, and there is absolutely nothing wrong. Oh, the whole sore/pain thing? Probably bumped my face on something and my “teeth are bruised” … I didn’t know that clumps of calcium, phosphorous and other mineral salts could be bruised, but hey, I’m not a dentist. He said to call back if they still hurt in 30 days … until then, I’m investing in ibuprofen.

Okay, since none of you people out there on the “interweb” felt like commenting on the previous post, I’m going to make a new one. So here it is. Oh, you want to comment on that last one, but didn’t because you didn’t have time, didn’t want to be the first poster, or whatever? Yea, well you suck, you spineless sack of post-primordial ooze. I went out with Matt to buy ice cream tonight. Of course it’s because it is that time of the month. So we go to Safeway, because that’s where all of the poor, non-rich CC people go. And it quickly goes from buying ice cream to filling the fridge with the following:

• 9 pizza things [Totino’s brand???]
• 2 packs of sandwich ham
• 1 pack of turkey meat [for pork-intolerant housemate Shawn]
• 2 packs of american cheese [fuckers don’t have blocks of sliced swiss]
• one thing of Muenster cheese [yea, ice queen warped me]
• 2 packs of hot pockets [mmm, grease]
• 2 loaves of split-top crushed-what bread [the best]
• a pack of bagels [cinammon raison, expensive $$$]
• Some Mocha coffee things [starbucks = ass, but good]
• ice cream [choc. chip cookie dough, ben & jerry’s]

Set me back about $58. Although I’m pretty sure that I will not eat 90% of all this food [cuz housemates will ;-)], it feels good to have a full fridge. How’s *THAT* for some bachelor food luvin! Okay, another thing. To all those love birds out there, why don’t you stop fucking around and just admit it to yourselves, okay? I mean, shit, sometimes I realize that I like someone, and then I do something about it, instead of sitting around convincing myself otherwise. Fucking weak. And depressing. To all those people who I know in the Colorado Springs vicinity. On friday, April 5th [that’s today!] the Sky Sox are having their first game, and it starts at 7:05pm. The plan is to get together, get our drunk on at a tailgate party and then go into the game. Maybe throw a grill and food in there somewhere. Scrumptious. Post below or AIM me, nick “rand0m” … w3rd! Update – 2:06a – While getting my drunk on, it has become really clear to me that Race from Johny Quest is the same dude (old with white hair) on SeaLab 2020. Also, amid a long conversation with Tore, it has been affirmed that chicks suck and, if it weren’t for wanting one, they’d suck completely. Update #2 – 4/5/02 @ 3:52p – Okay, I added in a slew of new features to the site, including a fixed admin side, and the ability for you beautiful commenters to bold, italicize, underline and link things … follow the “Click for Comment Posting Guide” link on the add comment page to get the scoop.

When was the last time that you got to sit on your porch at 6:30am, drink a delicious cup of hot cocoa and post on your website? Never, you say, because you don’t have any hot cocoa? Well, sucks to be you then, huh? Okay, so a couple things have been eating me as of late, so I’m going to type about them because I have to keep my fingers moving or they will freeze off in this nice, crisp, frigid air. The first thing is that I have no content, and that you should stop reading right now and click on that little blue comment link below. I know you want to, so get to it already. The other thing that’s on my mind is that I hate inconsistency. I mean, for the past few months, my life has been simply spectacular. I really can’t find anything to fault, besides our bathroom door lock thing, which has magically decided to not work anymore. Back to the point, I’d like to say, with firm assurance, that I am now a consistent person. Yea, I get pissy occasionally — not everyone can have wonderful days all the time — but for the most part, I am good ol’ reliable, fun, big-loud-mouthed me. And that is perhaps the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. Ran into Janelle, Ice Queen, yesterday at Boulder Street. There I am at 9:30am, well outside of seeing-her time boundaries, pooring milk into my coffee, and Ari goes by and says hi … resisting the urge to knock his punk ass down, I gave a gracious hello in reply. Not 5 seconds later, while pouring in my undersized amount of sugar, Janelle comes up. We get to the idle chit chat, with me asking a question and her giving her typical one word, completely non-interactive replies. We come to an impass, and she tells me that she thinks that I’m being “distant.” The plethora of horrible, scourging things that ripped through my mind cannot fit on this page, but I didn’t say anything … just kind of looked at her with a “who the fuck are you to talk about being distant!?” look. Anyhow, not another word was said, and she left. Now, tell me this — how can someone like Janelle, who has *defined* indifference and cold-shouldering over the past 5 months, get the nerve to call what I’m doing (emotional self-preservation) “being distant.” What a fat crock of shit. And that’s where that whole consistency thing comes up … what kind of crackhead pulls this routine? I have also realized that when it comes to women, I am bitchy. No, that’s not accurate … rather, when it comes to women, I am so mind bogglingly cynical, jaded and so destined to not get fucked over that it leaves very, very little room for any sort of interpretation besides what I believe. Now, this doesn’t differ from real life all that much, but it’s enough to piss me off on a regular basis. Why are you all chicks so goddamn fickle, always changing everything you say and do for an inexplicable reasons? Goddamn, use your fucking ovaries and do something more productive than just keeping them warm. Like say, stand up for something and stick to it. And not change how you react to particular people just because it will allow you to win some kind of bullshit, non-existant argument. For fuck’s sake, come on. In other news, a co-worker sent me a wildly inappropriate for the workplace picture last night, and I just about died because it’s so true and so funny. As soon as I get my little picture linky page thing working [which will be today], I’ll link it. And while I’m at it, I think I’ll turn the webcam on when I get into work — being a voyeur and all, this sort of thing excites me. w0o! Update – 12:31p – Okay, so I got my image thingy to work … this here is a hilariously true picture, but it has nudity, alcohol, violence and general crudeness in it. If you are female or sensitive to nakedness, do not click here. Also, slashdot.org has an article about the mini-series-ization of a book series called “Chronicles of Amber” … I mention this, because one of the main characters in the series is a gentleman named Random – and that right there, folks, is where my alias of ‘rand0m’ came from. Take a read and maybe learn something 🙂 Update #2 – 4:22p – Looking at the traffic, I have concluded two things. First off, I am very cute, because tons of people have been watching the webcam, and secondly, someone in Santa Fe really likes the pic linked above 😉