I wish I had something good to post, but I really don't. At all. I'm just sitting here trying to get myself to do homework, but it isn't working as well as it should. What I should be doing is getting out of this dorm room and going to some other place ot have some fun.....actually, no that would be a bad idea. bad bad bad bad idea. I actually need to get a lot of work done tomorrow, so I don't want tonights activities inhibiting that. You know what I wish, though? I wish at least one of my roomates were around. The cool one, not Crazy Crane Ian but Bryan (BC), had a bunch of people here today. A bunch of his friends. I kinda wish they would come back here and have a lil party. Sure, I would be trying to do homework....but it would be better than what I'm doing now. Anything would be better. CCIan is off somewhere probably causing trouble, the annoying roommate is in Cross Country and the men's team and women's team both won in regionals today, so there's a huge party at the cross country house (The Alamo). And he's over there......too bad he's a dork and all the cross country peeps are cool...............hmmmmm.................at any rate, I guess I should finish my religion homework. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I hate when I have to act responsible.

YAY! My site meter is now over 3,000!!!! (Scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page). That's awesome. "The first one to a million wins!"

I currently have over 35 "Maroon 5" posters on one wall in my dorm room........it's wicked sweet.....even though I don't think I've ever heard one of their songs.

you know that feeling when you realize you've done something totally wrong? That: awwww crap feeling in the pit of your stomach? Thats me right now.

Here's my big pet peeve of this year.....it will change when next year when I'm away from this freshman roommate of mine. So anyway, this kid thinks he knows everything and I end up getting in little stupid arguments with him all the time. Here's the problem: He's always wrong, but to ignorant and too arogant to admit it.
Example: Tonight we got in an argument about the possible amount of chambers in a revolver (one that doesn't use a clip). He argued that they could only be an even amount, such as a 6 or 8. I, on the other hand, could not believe that no gun maker had ever tried to make a 9 round revolver...or something along those lines. So, with him heckling in my ear and trying to prove his point, I calmly searched for a 9 round revolver on google and found some french one that was a .44 caliber, 9 round revovler. Yup, I won that one.
Another example: I was watching "Black Knight" and there was a scene where Martin Lawrence was doing some dancing and he was trying to get the back-up band to play some modern stuff. So they were rocking out when one of the trumpets did a trill. The trumpet was one of those long ones that would announce when a king was coming and didn't have valves.....which made a trill impossible to do. They can have strong vibrato, but because they don't have valves, they cannont move up one step and then back down. Just like a bugle, they only have certain notes that they can play. Or like any brass instrument for that matter, in each valve or open or position for the trombone, there are only certain notes you can play. So I laughed at the movie and said "too bad it's impossible for those trumpets to do a trill." And what does this freshman do? Yea he tries to argue that they can. I was like, dude....do you play trumpet? He said no. Have you played a brass instrument? He said no. Have you ever played a wind instrument? He said no. Have you ever been in band? He said no......ok, so how was he even able to make an argument about the question at hand? He had no idea what he was talking about, yet wouldn't/couldn't except the fact that he was 100% wrong.
I guess this shouldn't bother me that much, but it pisses me off when people pretend that they know a lot, and then blatently show how ignorant they really are......but then don't realize it and continue to be an ass. Unfortunately, I have to live with a person like this. He's a cross country runner too, which, going by the traditional Wartburg Cross Country runner, he should be cool. Yea, he's not. In fact, he's just about the most un-cool cross country runner here....it's quite strange.

(Enter Corey and Crazy Crane Ian with lunch trays. They sit at the table next to the Res 106 girls, known for their great abilities to through an awesome party. Crazy Crane Ian and Corey eat for a few moments, listening to the conversation of the girls behind them.)
(Turing to the Res 106 table)
Corey: Hey, are you guys gonna party tomorrow night.
(Corey waits for the roaring laughter to stop. Allow at least 2 minutes)
Corey: Ok, better question: Where are you gonna be?
Marisol: whew (wiping the tears from her eyes) that was the funniest thing I've heard in a while.
Kara: after we had just spent the whole dinner deciding what to drink! (giggles)
Sarah: (Shakes her head) I'm disappointed in you Corey.
Jade: How long have you known us?! I mean, when have we not partied on a wednesday?!
Corey: (looking a little embaressed) Ok, yes that was a stupid question....but where are you gonna be?
Sarah: There's a party at the Alamo, I think.
Corey: Ok (turns back to his meal and continues to eat. The Res 106 table attempts (but fails) to contain their laughter.)
C.C.Ian: Corey....you're an idiot.
Curtain

didja get that? or am I just insane.

I hate my conscious brain right now. I have all the elements present for a great story: Drama, conflict, character interactions, a good ending.....but for some reason, I just can't get all the elements to come together like they should. My characters have face-value relationships with great potential for a higher-level relationship of symbolic nature. The ground work is all layed out. I just gotta build on it. Yet, for whatever reason, I just cannot get it all to come together. My conscious brain can't quite grasp what my subconscious is trying to communicate.
k, that was confusing....I don't know if you all ever write a bunch of papers or anything, but my best writing is when I get into this trance. I don't even realize what I'm writing. I just write. I get it all out and then I go back and see what I did. You know it's good when you don't remember what you just wrote. If I have to stop every sentence and think about what comes next, then I know the story is going to be crap.
So, in other words, when I'm doing this creative writing stuff, my best work happens when I allow my subconscious to take over and do all the work. Then, I go back and make corrections and try and figure out what I really wanted to do with the story (thats my conscious). In the story I'm revising now, I have a failure of communication between my subconscious and conscious writing minds.