you already know how this will end.

and i'm trying to figure out why that is.

ps. i'm sorry for being a cell phone shithead. i have nothing but bad news.

this is straight out of my comp org book:

RISC - Reduced Instruction Set Computer
SRC - Simple RISC Computer

so, i can conclude...

SRC = Simple Reduced Instruction Set Computer Computer

well done, IEEE. bravo.

the couple who is buying my parents' house owns a beer distributor.
way to keep it classy, murrysville.

so my lab parters turn in their lab reports and they have me listed as
"Allicon Beacoumn"

lol. thats what they came up with, the two of them. good work guys.
heeee.

so, i can't stand other people's illogical thinking. terrible terrible pet peeve. does this mean i have a problem with it myself?

in other news, i have a cold of some sort and my head is going to explode as a result.

Go to your iTunes playlist and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

1. What do you think of me, ipod?
Soldier, destiny’s child

2. Will I have a happy life?
Just like heaven, the cure

3. What do my friends really think of me?
A thousand years, sting

4. Do people secretly lust after me?
Scatterbrain. (As Dead As Leaves.), radiohead

5. What does Santa Claus think of me?
Honky tonk woman, the rolling stones

6. How can I make myself happy?
Natural anthem, the postal service

7. What should I do with my life?
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, the rat pack

8. Why must life be so full of pain?
Walking on broken glass, annie lennox

9. How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Letting the cables sleep, bush

10. Will I ever have children?
Fly, hilary duff

11. Will I die happy?
Everybody wants to rule the world, tears for fears

12. Can you give me some good advice?
Bent, matchbox twenty

13. Do you know where your children are?
Mr. cab driver, lenny kravitz

14. What do you think happiness is?
Rudie can’t fall, the clash


lol @ 2 & 8.

so i'm running of centre ave the other day in the afternoon and this guy in his car on the other side of the street at a redlight decides to lean out of his window and shout things at me. i couldn't quite make out what he was saying, part of it was something about, was it colder coming the other direction? did i have many more miles to go?

it was odd, because it was an old guy. like significantly older than my father, white hair old. i don't get it, some old guys are punks too? not punk in the punk rock sense, but punk in the hanging-out-of-your-car-trying-to-talk-to-girls-you-don't-know punk. cheeky bastard punk.

dude if you're old enough to retire from your 9 to 5, not to mention be my grandfather, this really isn't cute anymore, if it ever was at all.

if it bit me in the ass.

it is possible to blow an entire semester in under two hours.

so i'm here having a very merry and quiet christmas as usual...hope its been going as well for all of you as it has for me.

as of yesterday at noon all of my parents' children are officially in their twenties...how bizarre. i didn't feel old until i thought about it like that.

thank you for all the birthday wishes. :)