"I've Been Living On The Edge Of A Broken Heart"

That song is now suck in my mind.

Well, my UNIX program didn't do all that the professor expected us to do, but I did some of the things he wanted. We now have to flesh the assignment out a bit more. It's due Wednesday. Just another thing for me to do. I've work on some of it today.

After class, the TDC of ACM met for getting the website off the ground. There were 5 of us today! It was a good meeting. We discussed things we can do with the website, when we hope to have it up, and then the 3 senior members of the group continued to talk some more. I just feel natural hanging out and talking with guys. It's like I'm one of the guys. Our main goal is to boost the membership, participation, and the importance of the group on campus.

Last night, before I went to bed, I did a bit of PHP coding. I wanted to see if I could force a certain IP to be stuck with a certain skin. So, I played with the skinning scripts and got it to work. Using my IP as a test, I was able to make myself see only one skin. I never know when it might be handy. Don't worry. I turned it off. But, it can be done.

Now, to enjoy my weekend.

[♪ Listening to: "Should've Known Better" - Richard Marx]

Update 8:00 PM Worked on the UNIX program tonight. It does what it's to do, except for one little minor thing screwing up. I'll ask the professor why something isn't working as it should. This one little thing adds to the functionality of the script.

"All Of These Vultures Hiding Right Outside My Door / I Hear Them Whispering"

On Continuum, so far, I'm liking "Vultures," "In Repair," and "I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You)." I can't get into the Jimi Hendrix cover. In addition to the jazz and blues influence on the album, there is a country-like feeling on the track "The Heart of Life."

I think I have my UNIX assignment for tomorrow done. I don't care if it's right or wrong. The whole point of school is to learn. I'm not a master of UNIX, no matter how easy the CS people say it is. Sometimes, I just take longer than normal to comprehend the knowledge needed to know something. Case in point: 5^th grade fractions.

Like in Calculus. I'm having a hard time grasping derivatives from graphs and the concept of f(x+h) - f(x) / h. I don't know why I can't get this,considering I'm taking the class for a second time! I just want a B in the class and I never have to see a math class again. However, I can be proud in the fact I aced today's quiz. I'm working on grasping the concepts of the class. I have at least a B in the class at the moment.

Client/Server was short today. The assignment we were to work on was written for VB.net 2005. The school has VB.net 2003 on the computers. The professor was going to help us with exercise on the overhead projection, but since he couldn't convert the instructions to work with the version we students had to work with, he let us go. The class had to go to 2 different computer labs before it was hopeless.

As for the social part of my life, interaction with my classmates was fine today. Before Client/Server, and before the Data Communication class most of my Client/Server classmates take before Client/Server, a few of us were hanging out in the lounge. We were discussing Britney Spears and how her husband just needs to go away from the poor child. We then shifted the conversation to music we listen to. The other Sean pulls out his laptop and starts playing music. That was fun. Renee and I started guessing songs and acts. My big impression of music was made when I asked if Sean had Vixen on his computer. He did! He started playing "Edge of a Broken Heart." I know that song from the first few notes. So, I'm shouting "Edge of a Broken Heart." Not only do I know the song, I know who wrote it, too. (Richard Marx and Fee Waybill of the Tubes). Sean, being older than me, asked if I knew what song the Tubes are best known for. I was able to answer with "She's a Beauty." However, I could kick myself for not saying Roxette, as I thought it was, when he started playing "Fading Like a Flower."

I had a different look today, too. I wore my red sweater today. I found some red bobbypins, so I placed them in my hair. I liked how I looked different. I must wear bobbypins some more. They look good in my hair. I also filled out and turned in my application for Omicron Delta Kappa today. For a bum like me, I sure have a lot to place by my name.

[♪ Listening to: "New Deep" - John Mayer"]

The Thursday Threesome: Common Household Products

Thursday Threesome:

Onesome: Common-- Quick and easy: the most common name you can think of! Okay, let's make it a first (given) name... Michael. I have both an uncle and a cousin by this name. The uncle is on my mother's side of the family. The cousin's on my dad's side. However, my uncle goes by Mike.

Twosome: Household-- cleaners? What is your "go to" cleanser when you have to clean the place up? Are you a Lysol Junkie, an Orange Blossom Special or maybe a Bleach it to Death type? Come on, come clean <g>! I'm Greek in this regards: Windex. I clean with Windex. (For those not getting the Greek reference, check out My Big Fat Greek Wedding.)

Threesome: Products-- come and products go. What's on your list as a "wanna' have" for this Fall (no, not for Christmas; we'll save that for later). A new computer. I won't be getting that for a while. I didn't get enough excess money this semester to cover one. However, I've got an old one I can repair. As for the financial aid, I don't have a student loan this semester!

[♪ Listening to: "Simple Things" - Amy Grant]

Damn Crazy Day.

I hope I don't kill myself this semester. I missed the Honors presentation today. It was the clothing one. I thought it was the résumé one. I ended up going to the Math/CS presentation today. The good news if I should now have half my points for my scholarship for this semester. I gave myself a clean slate for the semester. I need to be active. It looks good on my record.

The UNIX assignment I have due Friday is driving me bonkers. I'll work on it later. It may not be right when I turn it in, but I'm working on it. We'll have one more assignment in the UNIX portion of the class before we move onto PHP. I worked on the homework for about an hour today.

Film class was long. We watched two films: Nanook of the North and Sherlock, Jr. French Stewart kept popping into my mind as Buster Keaton was on the screen. I worked a bit on the paper for the class, too, today. I wrote about 3 handwritten pages as I was at the laundromat.

Yes, the laundromat is what I said. The dryer at home is dead. The repairman won't be able to come to the house until Monday morning. I washed my clothes the other day but I didn't know the dryer wasn't drying. My clothes never got dry. So, between classes today, I had to do my laundry. The good thing is the next time I need to wash clothes, the dryer should be fixed. It was an interesting time at the laundromat. I think the owner is an older Vietnamese woman. She was Asian, that's for sure, and she spoke a language that wasn't Chinese. It didn't sound like Chinses, or at least the dialect spoken by the Chinese professors in the IT department. I think she was Catholic, too. There was a Sacret Hreat Virgin Mary picture hanging up in the place. My mother would have liked seeing that. It was a nice laundromat and wasn't far from school.

[♪ Listening to: "Head Over Feet" - Alanis Morissette]

"It's Taken So Long / I Could Be Wrong, I Could Be Ready / But If I Take My Heart's Advice / I Should Assume It's Still Unsteady / I Am In Repair"

Last night, I downloaded the new John Mayer album. I just spoke to my sister a few minutes ago. She bought me the CD. She wanted me to take my copy back. It's hard to do when it's a download from iTunes. I got it via iTunes because I wanted an extra track. Now, I have the CD in hard copy, too.

On my way home from school, I was playing the copy I burned for my car. "In Repair" came on. The lyrics reflect a exactly where I am in life. I am in repair. My heart's unsteady. Did I prove that today when I moved my car! "Fire and Rain" was on the radio when I started my car. I just started crying. And my face looked as if I cried when I returned to the IT lounge.

For most of the day, I did Calculus work. I'm still having trouble with this section we're working on. After about 2 hours of doing homework, I stopped. I am doing no more classwork tonight. I am worn out. I wish I could just take a vacation NOW!

Last night, I got an interesting e-mail. In it was an application for Omicron Delta Kappa. Seems I qualify to apply. I discussed it with my father last night and my classmate, Mary, today. They both agree I should join as many Greek honor societies as I'm eligible to join. I guess I should fill out the application tomorrow. I am such a geek.

[♪ Listening to: "Stop This Train" - John Mayer]

"My Head Is Spinning Round / All My Defenses Down"

lone ly (lo-n'le-) adj., -li er, -li est.

 1.
     1. Without companions; lone.
     2. Characterized by aloneness; solitary.
 2. Unfrequented by people; desolate: a lonely crossroads.
 3.
     1. Dejected by the awareness of being alone. See synonyms at alone.
     2. Producing such dejection: the loneliest night of the week.

I miss my mother. She wasn't just my mother. She was my best friend. We would do things together, like see movies, travel, and the like. Since she died, I've had no one to really hang out with. I'm not lucky like my siblings. They're never home because they have a social life. I'm not as lucky. Sure, I do things, but I'm usually alone. I just suck when it comes to finding people that are willing to go see a movie or have dinner with me once in a while. After a while, it hurts. Nicki did invite me to go off and have dinner with her friends, but I declined. I'm not in the best of moods. Besides, they are her friends. I'm not going to be a third wheel. I'm sick of being the third wheel. I was always the third wheel growing up. I just wonder when it will stop. I fear it never will.

As to why I started this rant, well, I'm not in the mood to talk about it. I just want to cry about it and then move on. It's part of my new philosophy on life. Life goes on.

Next Friday, Phi Kappa Phi will be having a showing of The Fall of Fujimori. Prior to the viewing, there will be reception for the filmmaker, Ellen Perry. The event seems interesting. However, it's somewhat formal. I hate formal dress. I have until the 19th to decide if I want to go. My dad thinks I should. I need to get through this week before deciding on if I should go.

I have a 7 page paper due for film class on the 2^nd of October. It was just assigned today. I have a UNIX assignment due on Friday. It's a script to move directories. I worked on part of it today. I just feel so overwhelmed. I guess that's what I get for being a perfectionist.

[♪ Listening to: "Days In Avalon" - Richard Marx]

"Never Forget! Never Surrender!"

Yes, I'm using the catchphrase from Galaxy Quest, but it fits for September 11, 2001. Nearly 3000 people were killed by 19 ers. 19 ers who felt killing in the name of Allah was the best thing for the planet. Instead, the world, in a sense, lost some innocence. People from all over the globe died in the attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and Flight 93.

Five years later and I'm still mad as hell about it. Why must we fight? Why are we humans so hateful towards one another? Why isn't that mother er captured yet? All I can do is keep asking why?

That, and live my life to the fullest. We must live and strive for peace for those that died at the hands of some of the most hateful people ever to gracethe planet. We must live to spite those hateful people. "Never Forget! Never Surrender!" Fits perfectly as a way to respond to September 11, 2001.

There's A Certain House.

Call it a dumb dream. I think it would be cool if I could move to Nashville. It would be even better if I bought a certain house. The house I want? My Grandmother's house. My mother had to sell it back in 1998. We needed the money for Grandmother's care. My mother didn't want to give up the house, but she had to.

I miss that house. I spent many of my summers until I was 13 at that house. It was located at the top of a hill. Nashville's nothing but hills, as far as I can remember. You had to drive up the hill to get to the house. Down the backyard's hill, there was a creek. It felt like the country in the city. You could hear the roar of I-24 from the other side of the creek. The house wasn't far from the airport, so planes flew over a lot.

I know the house has been renovated since my mother sold it. We saw it one last time in 1999. The owner, who belonged to a company that bought the house, decided to keep the house for herself at the moment. When my Uncle Don died, the lady allowed us to return and spread his ashes.

I guess I want the house to be close to my mother. My father's childhood home is still in my family. My cousin, Melissa, has the home. However, my mother's home is gone. I want it back in the family.

I was looking at Monster.com this weekend. If I want to move to Nashville, there's a good chance of me getting a job there. Plus, I know the city somewhat. My father's family lives in the area. I just think it would be great to get my mother's home.

[♪ Listening to: "Love Has A Hold On Me" - Amy Grant]

Father Time At Tybee

This morning, my father and I went out to Tybee Island and toured the Lighthouse and Museum. For $6.00 piece, we paid for admission into the lighthouse grounds and the museum across the street. We mainly went because I wanted to take pictures out there. That adventure can be seen at my Tybee Flickr Set. I didn't upload all my photos from the adventure. Some of them are boring. The collection mainly features things I thought were interesting to post.

Leave a note if a picture interests you. Flickr was acting funny as I uploaded my pics, so they are out of wack. They are organized in the set. And, there are a few pictures of me. I'm not a supermodel, in fact, I'm lucky I consider myself to be cute some days. These pictures were me in relaxing clothes enjoying myself. Maybe one day I'll have "supermodel" pics again.

I'm not the best photographer. I simply take pictures as a hobby. Maybe one day, when I get my own place, I can decorate my place with photos I have taken.

[♪ Listening to: "Are You Gonna Be There" - *NSYNC]