Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
Holy Zombie BaJesus
a sleep deprived rant by annie!
Urg it's 7:29 am, stayed up to do a stats analysis project. Just finished it by now I have to wait around for the department to open so I can turn it in. Man i've been up for quiet a while with very little sleep. In theory if I hadn't started a 10 -15 page research project at 1am I could have gotten some sleep. But that would or required me to start something early. Eh.
No one else is posting. Why is that? What's up with that guys?!?!?!
Hmmm... should I really be driving in my current state? Oh welll it can't be worst than driving drunk.
Why am I still writing? Should I stop? Why am I typing this out? Damn it stop...
a sleep deprived rant by annie!
Urg it's 7:29 am, stayed up to do a stats analysis project. Just finished it by now I have to wait around for the department to open so I can turn it in. Man i've been up for quiet a while with very little sleep. In theory if I hadn't started a 10 -15 page research project at 1am I could have gotten some sleep. But that would or required me to start something early. Eh.
No one else is posting. Why is that? What's up with that guys?!?!?!
Hmmm... should I really be driving in my current state? Oh welll it can't be worst than driving drunk.
Why am I still writing? Should I stop? Why am I typing this out? Damn it stop...
Monday, September 01, 2003
Random
a recounting of events by annie!
Well today (Labor Day) I decided to go get groceries after droppping a friend off. I went to the local Albertson's around 10:30pm, only to discover them closed. What was interesting is that 5 seperate people converged to the enterance at once, confused by the door not opening... we decended to the alternate enterance, to no avail. We started conversing amoung ourselves, a gentleman expressed that he really needed school supplies for his daughter, which I had in my trunk (crayons and filler paper).
As a side note, everyone should try these Quaker Crisp-Ums... so good.
*It was pointed out to me that I was not clear that I did indeed give the man the school supplies. Didn't even ask for money, though he obviously could afford it and now that i think about it I could have made some $$$. What kind of guy would wait until the night before his daugther starts school to get paper?
a recounting of events by annie!
Well today (Labor Day) I decided to go get groceries after droppping a friend off. I went to the local Albertson's around 10:30pm, only to discover them closed. What was interesting is that 5 seperate people converged to the enterance at once, confused by the door not opening... we decended to the alternate enterance, to no avail. We started conversing amoung ourselves, a gentleman expressed that he really needed school supplies for his daughter, which I had in my trunk (crayons and filler paper).
As a side note, everyone should try these Quaker Crisp-Ums... so good.
*It was pointed out to me that I was not clear that I did indeed give the man the school supplies. Didn't even ask for money, though he obviously could afford it and now that i think about it I could have made some $$$. What kind of guy would wait until the night before his daugther starts school to get paper?
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
Ahhh!!!
a rant by annie!
Hmmm... it's been quiet awhile since I have posted. And as I have a book report due (or rather a critique of a book, if you want to feel like you've moved past the 3rd grade) there's no better time then now to start a rant.
On Finances
I've become wholy (or is it holy? that doesn't look right) depressed as I've come to realize that I cannot afford to live in a decent neighborhood in San Diego County after I "graduate". Houses are so freaking expensive and rent is just an overinflated bottomless pit. The best I can afford is a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom condo, if I have a roomate; in Arizona I can basically sell my car and get a house! I think the only solution is to start a "San Diego For San Diegians!" Campaign, I implore all true San Diegian to heckle those who have been here for 4 years or less, until they all leave.
On Love
I've also decided that people are not meant to be with just one person. Mathmatically it is highly improbable that millions of people have find that one true person your suppose to be with; therefore it must mean that there are at least several people in the world you are meant to be with and it's just a matter of who you find first. Or maybe i'm just too damn cynical for my age.
On footnotes
I think footnotes are one of the greatest inventions ever. I mean you can rant on and on, in an exceptable manner in a "scholary" paper. With footnotes you can have 20% content and 80% rant. What other way is there to go?
On Apples
I've been vaguely tempted to get a new G5 or a powerbook. They are quiet slick are they not. Also this msblaster worm has erode my faith in Microsoft's bloatware to the point where I might be willing to shell out the dough. What they need is to port the OS to x86.
a rant by annie!
Hmmm... it's been quiet awhile since I have posted. And as I have a book report due (or rather a critique of a book, if you want to feel like you've moved past the 3rd grade) there's no better time then now to start a rant.
On Finances
I've become wholy (or is it holy? that doesn't look right) depressed as I've come to realize that I cannot afford to live in a decent neighborhood in San Diego County after I "graduate". Houses are so freaking expensive and rent is just an overinflated bottomless pit. The best I can afford is a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom condo, if I have a roomate; in Arizona I can basically sell my car and get a house! I think the only solution is to start a "San Diego For San Diegians!" Campaign, I implore all true San Diegian to heckle those who have been here for 4 years or less, until they all leave.
On Love
I've also decided that people are not meant to be with just one person. Mathmatically it is highly improbable that millions of people have find that one true person your suppose to be with; therefore it must mean that there are at least several people in the world you are meant to be with and it's just a matter of who you find first. Or maybe i'm just too damn cynical for my age.
On footnotes
I think footnotes are one of the greatest inventions ever. I mean you can rant on and on, in an exceptable manner in a "scholary" paper. With footnotes you can have 20% content and 80% rant. What other way is there to go?
On Apples
I've been vaguely tempted to get a new G5 or a powerbook. They are quiet slick are they not. Also this msblaster worm has erode my faith in Microsoft's bloatware to the point where I might be willing to shell out the dough. What they need is to port the OS to x86.
Thursday, July 24, 2003
Monday, July 14, 2003
"Why not Love?"
another rant by Michael Sherrillo
What is wrong with wanting to be loved? In life, if you want to be rich and go after money, you’re ambitious. If you seek new lands or search for new frontiers, you’re an explorer or pioneer. But if you search for love, you’re desperate. Why is it okay to passionately search and pursue anything we want except for passion? We all just assume love will come to us, will find us... I can't even count how many times I've heard someone say "You find love when you’re not looking for it". Bullshit. If said I don't go out and work trying to make money and instead just expected it to come to me, or said money will "find me when I least expect it" you would think I am the laziest person alive. Why is love any different?
I want love, I want passion. I remember the first time I saw Moulin Rouge (the new version) and in the very beginning the saying "the greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return". That will always be my favorite part of the movie, because it struck such a strong chord with me. I've always believed that I could do anything, be anything, and it wouldn't matter to me, as long as I had someone who I could love with all my heart, and who loved me also. So instead of focusing on a career to make me happy, money, success, fame... I focused on love. Which apparently is, out of all the available choices, the only one that I'm not supposed to look for. Lucky me.
But none of this does me any good. Because despite all the time I’ve spent studing love, and by extension women, and with all that I’ve learned and know about them, ultimately I believe I need to act like myself, and that is the one thing which no girl seems to like. Just plain ol’ me. Which I am slowly learning to accept. I've given in to the pattern of like and loss that have become just another constant faucet of my life like the eternal rise and fall of the tides or wax and wane of the moon. There is some correlation (in psych, this is a -1 correlation) to how much I like or am interested in someone to how little interest they have in me. I.E. the more attracted I act to you, the less attracted you will be to me.
All I want is to find someone who is as crazy about me as I am about them... someone who cares about me as much as I do them. I am so sick of one-sided people who don't care enough to put any effort or to invest themselves in any way. To love, and be loved in return...
And while I'm at it, why do we need all this game playing, safety device, emotional parachutes, and rules? Why can't a person just be open and honest and why does that frighten so many people?
Does this rant lead anywhere? Not really, nor is there any specific point. Just the conclusion that I will die alone... without loving, and without being loved.
another rant by Michael Sherrillo
What is wrong with wanting to be loved? In life, if you want to be rich and go after money, you’re ambitious. If you seek new lands or search for new frontiers, you’re an explorer or pioneer. But if you search for love, you’re desperate. Why is it okay to passionately search and pursue anything we want except for passion? We all just assume love will come to us, will find us... I can't even count how many times I've heard someone say "You find love when you’re not looking for it". Bullshit. If said I don't go out and work trying to make money and instead just expected it to come to me, or said money will "find me when I least expect it" you would think I am the laziest person alive. Why is love any different?
I want love, I want passion. I remember the first time I saw Moulin Rouge (the new version) and in the very beginning the saying "the greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love, and be loved in return". That will always be my favorite part of the movie, because it struck such a strong chord with me. I've always believed that I could do anything, be anything, and it wouldn't matter to me, as long as I had someone who I could love with all my heart, and who loved me also. So instead of focusing on a career to make me happy, money, success, fame... I focused on love. Which apparently is, out of all the available choices, the only one that I'm not supposed to look for. Lucky me.
But none of this does me any good. Because despite all the time I’ve spent studing love, and by extension women, and with all that I’ve learned and know about them, ultimately I believe I need to act like myself, and that is the one thing which no girl seems to like. Just plain ol’ me. Which I am slowly learning to accept. I've given in to the pattern of like and loss that have become just another constant faucet of my life like the eternal rise and fall of the tides or wax and wane of the moon. There is some correlation (in psych, this is a -1 correlation) to how much I like or am interested in someone to how little interest they have in me. I.E. the more attracted I act to you, the less attracted you will be to me.
All I want is to find someone who is as crazy about me as I am about them... someone who cares about me as much as I do them. I am so sick of one-sided people who don't care enough to put any effort or to invest themselves in any way. To love, and be loved in return...
And while I'm at it, why do we need all this game playing, safety device, emotional parachutes, and rules? Why can't a person just be open and honest and why does that frighten so many people?
Does this rant lead anywhere? Not really, nor is there any specific point. Just the conclusion that I will die alone... without loving, and without being loved.
Monday, June 23, 2003
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
"Rat Race" or "Things to Do While Pretending to Work"
a haiku dialogue with contributions by David Zimet
david:
TAVERN PUZZLE SPINE
DAMNABLE CHEAP OFFICE CHAIR
I LOVE YOU, ADVIL
annie!:
ACCURSED USERS
GUESS THEY DO NOT KNOW BETTER
NOT A CUPHOLDER
david:
AT WORK BEFORE NOON
I WILL SO GET NOTHING DONE
ATTENTION: THIS BLOWS
annie!:
ELEVEN FOURTY
THE HOUR OF FOOD DAWNS NEAR
MY STOMACH RUMBLES
david:
PETCO HEADQUARTERS
CHATTY ASSHATS EVERYWHERE
SHUT THE HELL UP, KIDS
annie!:
THOSE SILLY USERS
I AM HERE ONLY TO MOCK
THEIR LAPSE IN LOGIC
a haiku dialogue with contributions by David Zimet
david:
TAVERN PUZZLE SPINE
DAMNABLE CHEAP OFFICE CHAIR
I LOVE YOU, ADVIL
annie!:
ACCURSED USERS
GUESS THEY DO NOT KNOW BETTER
NOT A CUPHOLDER
david:
AT WORK BEFORE NOON
I WILL SO GET NOTHING DONE
ATTENTION: THIS BLOWS
annie!:
ELEVEN FOURTY
THE HOUR OF FOOD DAWNS NEAR
MY STOMACH RUMBLES
david:
PETCO HEADQUARTERS
CHATTY ASSHATS EVERYWHERE
SHUT THE HELL UP, KIDS
annie!:
THOSE SILLY USERS
I AM HERE ONLY TO MOCK
THEIR LAPSE IN LOGIC
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