| everyday goings-on |
[Feb. 27th, 2006|01:53 pm] |
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| | Ron and Fez talk radio | ] |
TheDarkBamf: I put together a 20 minute presentation on the benefits of trans-resvertrol on spermatogenesis in rats in 2 days
TheDarkBamf: woohoo
TheDarkBamf: resveratrol*
TB from NJ: ew.
TheDarkBamf: my conclusion can be summed up in one word
TB from NJ: Why the hell were you studying the spermatogenesis of rats?
TheDarkBamf: sexy
TB from NJ: You fucking perv.
TheDarkBamf: why weren't you?
TB from NJ: I'm sorry, rats just don't do it for me.
TheDarkBamf: drink wine, it'll increase your sperm count
TheDarkBamf: that's what if comes down to
TheDarkBamf: it*
TB from NJ: The last thing I need is more sperm.
TheDarkBamf: i hear that |
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| Woohoo, mindless filler (don't make me study) |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|12:57 am] |
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| | Still Tub Ring | ] |
Step 1 - Post a list of up to 20 books/movies/anime/TV shows/video games/etc. that you've had an obsessive fannish love of at some time in your life
Step 2 - Have your friends list guess your favorite character from each item
Step 3 - Post in your own journal.
1. Excalibur comics
2. World of Warcraft
3. Opie and Anthony (radio show)
4. Everything Neil Gaiman has written
5. Pokemon
6. Pornography
7. Kirby's Super Star
8. Far Side comics
9. Jurassic Park
10. The Critic
11. Preacher
12. Bio-dome
13. Starcraft
14. Abbott and Costello movies
15. Transformers/Beast Wars
16. Mr. Show
17. The Age of Apocalypse
18. Blink182 (pre-self titled album)
19. Power Rangers (original team)
20. Family Guy (I'm losing interest due to overexposure) |
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| Oh yeah, I have a livejournal.... |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|12:36 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Tub Ring, Fermi Paradox | ] |
Wow, I have neglected this site so hard I should be ducking child services. However, I am studying for an evolution test and will do anything to distract myself. I made a myspace, but I'd rather blog on this antique site. Myspace is too bright and flashy for my taste, and besides, I'm a loyalist. That's right, I think the king of England has soveriegnty over the Americas. Why not? Look how much we've screwed it up. I am in the last semester of my senior year at college. I should graduate just fine, only 2 of my classes are challenging, yet very challinging they are.
Things that are new:
-I broke up with Christina, so look out ladies and convincing young men, I'm back on the prowl.
-Mendel died, and we had a glorious funeral. We burned him on a floating pyre in the college lake, the only thing we were missing was a tiny viking hat.
-My hair is brown, that's right folks, brown. I'm thinking of going back to two face to finish up my college run but if I want to work for the government I have to look normal to a certain degree.
-I got straight A's last semester, reviving my long dead theory that I'm actually very smart but just don't try hard enough.
I feel this is going to be a good semester. I'm optimist but where's the surprise there. I'm going to try to balance a life of study with one of drinking, playing video games, and perhaps even updating this site on occasion.
I also have an announcement, on August 18th, a movie is coming out. A movie that will change the face and form of cinema. It is called "Snakes on a Plane" and it will be the next greatest piece of entertainment since Underworld 2. I expect all my friends to see it and write Graduate level thesis papers on the mark it will make in the history of film. That is all.
I love you all,
~Steff |
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| woo |
[May. 12th, 2005|04:58 pm] |
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I passed I passed holy shit I passed. I just checked my grades and I got two B's and two C's. I was pretty certain I'd be getting a D and an F so I'm ecstatic. No retaking Orgo 2, no retaking Genetics, life is all kinds of sweet. I'm almost done with the first week of my new job. I'm loving it. I'm outside all day, I have government authority, and a clipboard. That's right motherfuckers, a clipboard. My coworkers are huge fans of dicking around and looking at new trees and houses they like instead of actual work. It's the lowest stress job in the world, and I'm learning, oh god am I learning. I've learned more about trees in four days than I did in a 4 month botany course. I need to go shopping, maybe get a portable cd player and hit the comic book store. I'll let everyone know if the summer gets more interesting. So far though, I expect sweet sweet relaxing monotony. |
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| S.O.S. |
[May. 6th, 2005|11:12 am] |
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| | The World Inferno Friendship Society | ] |
The cops and the kids and the cats and the robbers
and the stolen moments from the out of tune guitars
skipping out of school and sneaking into shows
all kissing on the lips while we all play
all the wonderful ifs
my pulse is all in my lips
enough to make collagen jealous
how could anyone grow out of this beautiful beautiful skin
when we are all dancing police is always watching
and we always have to move along
Pirates and bankrobbers not lawyers or CEOs
Stockbrokers aint no heroes
~WIFS, "Zen and the art of breaking everything"
God I love that fucking song. Today is move out day! School's out for the summer. This must be my summer of fun, of no worries. Me and Christina broke up, finals were bloody impossible, but its all ok. I refuse to be money, I refuse to repeat another summer of doom. I've got a new job with the state working with Asian Longhorned Beetles, and that makes me cool.
I'm taking a math class at Middlesex but otherwise I'm free of hardcore responsibility. I'm going to go to movies, go to six flags, and play video games. I'm going to warped tour and to see whoever else decides to come to town. I'm going to family barbecue's and tyska's graduation party. This summer will be tons of fun and I'm going to force it to be dammit. My seething optimism will be turned to full power this summer. It will be the summer of Steffan! I won't shoot people making out in cars though, promise.
Does anyone else think Gottfried Leibniz was an idiot. I'm studying for my philosophy final and I can't believe we're forced to study this guy. Yes, I suppose its possible that we are all immaterial windowless "monads" viewing the same illusion of existence without actually existing in any sort of time or space, but who cares? It doesn't raise any new questions that's for bloody sure. Gasp, you mean reality might not be what we see? How original Gottfried. German mother fucker.
Okay, I have to study, I can't waste my time messing with Livejournal any longer! Alright just one more thing. Mike's making a website this summer, and its going to be fun, one of the major features on it will be a section called "uses for syd." This is exactly how it sounds, we are going to take suggestions on uses for our beloved friend syd. For each use we'll take a picture demonstrating that use. Some of my favorites we have thought of are Lawn gnome, sponge, door stop, speed bump, and cork. Any suggestions are well apprecated. Love you all, ~Steffan |
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| Endless Days |
[Feb. 17th, 2005|02:52 am] |
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I don't update anymore, and I think I've somewhat figured out why.
When I updated every day I began to realize something. There's not much to talk about on a daily basis. I live a relatively repetitive life and I'm happy in it. I try not to get too upset and when I do I haven't much desire to whine about it on livejournal because you've heard it all before. School is stressful, no new news there. Relationships are a wonderful thing but can cause all sorts of feelings that stray from the overall happiness. I am happy however, and I try not to let drama bubble up in my humdrum little life. My future is constantly gnawing at my face. I'm only 20, why am I expected to know exactly what I want to do in life and be well on my way towards that goal. I can't I don't know, I'm too random, I'm hard working and I'm smart, but sometimes I think I'm just not enough of a tightass to be running towards a set goal at this age. I like my school to some degree. I'm surrounded by art students that work so little it pisses me off, and hardcore bio nerds that work so hard it pisses me off. I'm not going to be satisfied with myself if I lean in either of those directions, so I guess I'll smile and enjoy the medium in between. No responsibility or no fun, not a binary I really want to present myself with. I'd rather be a C biology student than an A media student, and an A bio student requires a level of obsession I couldn't dream of accomplishing. Yawn, stretch, ow. Life is too dramatic, I have to stop thinking so much. Thinking about my pride, my sense of self, my socially constructed masculinity, my desire to fit in, my desire to be liked, to be seen as a nice person; it's all too much. A lot of it is bullshit as well, and when I think too much I get upset and sometimes I get Christina upset. I do think though, and lately I've been thinking a lot about the endless, the various ways they affect my life; and boy do they affect it.
Destiny creeps me out. I don't like old people and he is the eldest. Old people don't like change. They want everything to stay the same, narrow minded and lame. I don't want to think that I have some path I'm supposed to follow that was predestined before I had a calcified skull. While philosophically speaking I am a biological determinist I never want to know what my thoughts and desires are going to lead me to. I want the insect lab to call me back; it's been 3 weeks since my interview. I wish I was on some sort of career path but I'm glad I wasn't looking through medical school brochures at 16. I like the present, fuck the future. Go to hell destiny.
Despair is my mortal enemy. She's that feeling in the pit of my stomach. She's the burning stress that overwhelms me when tests pile up and when I piss off my girlfriend. I hate her (despair, not my girlfriend), I hate feeling helpless. It's weak, its nauseating, and most of all, its lame. Everything works out in the end and a feeling of helplessness is not the way to achieve it. I'll beat you someday, short naked little bitch.
Ok, I'm afraid of Death. I like living. It's a good feeling, I never want to die, I'd choose immortality over any mystical power you could ever offer me. Life is too beautiful and ending it is sadder than any low point my life could ever possibly reach. I wish I believed in an afterlife, It would make things easier when I get old. However, I have a feeling that once she finally comes for me, I'll be okay with her as a generalized concept.
Desire needs to leave me the fuck alone. I wish so many aspects of it would just vanish. I want to desire happiness, that's it. I hate wanting money, I hate wanting sex I like doing it, hate wanting it so bad), I hate wanting respect and approval and success. It really strips away at my individuality almost as much as it constructs it. It's well respresented as having no definate sex or appearance, because it keeps me from having a definate sense of self.
Destruction is inevitable, and sometimes fun. I just hope my body and rationality stay standing for as long as possible.
I spend too much time in Dream's realm. I dunno though. If the world that I actually lived in was full of superheroes and sex, something tells me life would turn into an episode of Fairly Oddparents, where in the end I'd just want everything to go back to the way it was. I never want to lose the dreaming, I just want to make sure I don't become dependant on it.
Delirium, my favorite endless. I love her, envy her, and pity her all at the same time. If I had to model my life by one of the seven it'd be her. I like chaos, I find humor in randomness. If I had to live life with no order, structure, or generalized pattern something tells me I'd stay as happy as I'm capable of being all the time. Syd once told me that my optimism was childlike. He's right. I spend so much time trying to hold onto a sense of wonder and carefreeness that it seems like I've shucked responsibility and rationality. Bullshit, growing up means worrying a lot more and becoming overly sad and angry over little things. I'm no Peter Pan, I'm just happy with the way I am. I wallow in my chaos, and I think I'll stay that way. I hope I stay a nice person, and I hope this education leads me to some degree of financial security. Happy birthday mom, happy valentine's day gir, congrats on your new job syd. I love you all. |
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| wait, what year is it.... |
[Jan. 25th, 2005|11:04 pm] |
You've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Try showing them some gratitude
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
~DanceHall Crashers
ok I know I know, I haven't updated in months. Not that any of you were worried I was dead but I usually dislike when people don't update, so I feel bad when I forget to. Not too much new in life. Tsunami Bomb concert was awesome. Kat scared the hell out of me the week before finals. Got ok grades, D in organic chemistry. Winter break was spent mostly working and trying to be optimistic about this semester. Me and Christina are just about at 8 months. Sometimes I forget to let her know how much I love her and appreciate her, but I do. Classes seem ok so far, lots of work, no motivation. I saw Steven Lynch tonight and hew was great, Christina's starting college and I think I'm more worried about it than she is. Three classes, maybe four if she gets into her math, and a full time job; i wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Life is back to a wonderful symphony of simplicity. I go to class, do my work, play video games, sleep and eat at odd hours, and look foward to opportunities to see my girlfriend.
Im losing my beaming optimism to lack of energy. I must regain it, I have it quite good, and that should reflect upon my attitude to a good degree. Nothing worse than someone depressed or angry about absolutely nothing all the time. It happens once in a bit to everyone, but I hate when its chronic. I refuse to put out impression that I am dissapointed or depressed about anything in my life, cause im not, im just tired. I love you all, good night. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2004|02:38 pm] |
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| | Tsunami Bomb, The Definative Act | ] |
"Be that moron screaming in the crowd- HEY!
This shit could never be too loud for me
Help us help you armpit fart, cuz we're only getting started:
Yeah, we're only getting started...
Participate, it's the end of the wait, show up late, masturbate,
tell your date you're in shape- though you're not.
Take off your shirt, eat a fistful of dirt, and never learn get sunburn,
cuz it looks good on you."
~The Vandals
Ah, my head feels better. Two of the huge assignments I thought I had to do this weekend aren't due till after thanksgiving. Things are looking up. I finally have some time to procrastinate and slack off. It's been a good weekend. We got drunk friday night and last night saw the spongebob movie, which is two hours of God. That's right, God, in all his forms, pantheons, and personalities has manifested himself into a movie. So go see it, support a small business like Nickelodeon, they could use the cash.
So everything's spiffy, which means I have little to write about. Gir and I are back to normal, my grades suck as usual, and I've got ginger snaps, munchmunchmunch. I'm gonna see Tsunami Bomb December 12th at Starland. I wish they didn't always perform with 3 shitty bands, but I guess the hour and a half of boredom makes their set all the better. So, yeah, wooo.
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[Nov. 18th, 2004|01:19 pm] |
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Ahhhhhhhh! My head, sweet jesus my head!
I have the stress headache to end all stress headaches. I have never had so much work piled on top of eachother before. My only relaxation is sleep, I get up, I study, I go to bed, I get up, I study. I'm fucking losing it. I hate my my fucking chemistry teacher for not realizing that people have other classes. I don't wanna be here right now. The room is smelly, my homework is never done, and now my girlfriend is miserable. Oh, and my old job might not rehire me, this is fucking scary. This is how the summer of doom started off, with my job not rehiring me, then I got dumped, crashed my car, and thought I had cancer. I can't deal with another period in my life like that. I love Christina too much, I hate this, I fucking hate this. I hate suffering because I didn't go to school at Rutgers or Middlesex. I'm an hour from home, surrounded by waspy douchebag fratboys and whiney emo kids, and my classes are impossible. I love the campus and my 3 or 4 friends but my brain is going to explode. And for what, for what I ask you, so on my job application they can go "oooohhh, tcnj, that's a hard school." Doesn't matter cause I got all fucking C's. AHHHHHHHH! I'm not sad, I'm worried. I don't wanna lose Christina because of an hour long car ride, I don't wanna convince myself to quit school, and I definately don't wanna fail out because I just can't take it anymore. I just wanna go home, I don't wanna grow up. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2004|05:25 pm] |
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"Addition of chlorine or bromine to cyclohexane and its derivatives gives a trans diaxial product because only axial positions on adjacent atoms of a cyclohexane ring are anti and coplanar. The intitial trans diaxial conformation of the product is in equilibrium with the trans equitorial conformationm and, in simple derivatives of cyclohexane, the latter is more stable and predominates."
You know something really sad, I understand that. I fucking hate organic chemistry. I do not need to know it. I do not know why they don't make us take a simpler biochemistry course. AAAAHHHH. Only 14 and a half hours left before the test and I need every minute of it to study. I think I might buy some no-doze because if I drink too much red bull or coffee I get horrible pain the next day.
On a lighter note, happy halloween. Syd wore his Pacman ghost costume in the cafeteria and even though there was an ash catchem, a harry potter, a neo, and a cheerleader, he got so many stares I almost blushed out of sympathy. I love syd. He went home, so now I can study. I must resist the temptation to play city of heroes even though its halloween weekend and everything's temporarily awesome. I can't put on the tv or music, I know myself, im easily distracted, I have to sit here in silence until 8am with this cold, lifeless book. Its the only way. Gir's coming home tonight which is awesome because I miss her terribly, unfortunately I probably won't physically see her for a few more days. Oh well, after this orgo test and registration, I have very little homework to worry about. I pinned my entire insect collection already. Oh shit, I have an ethics paper to do, but I have time. Sigh, I love you all, especially you christina, later. |
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