8-31-03 9:56 PM

I'm going to fucking kill the security guards at Brittany Hall. Those fuckers.

Yeah, so Ilona comes over today, and well, we want to go to my dorm room. But I have to check her in before she can get into the building. The problem is that to sign in, one needs to have an ID. Ilona doesn't have one. And the guard is a dick. When I ask him if there is any place I can go to have an ID made, he accuses me of soliciting a fake ID. Asshole. And then, while I'm watching, he let's another student sign in an old woman who has no ID, just because she claims to be the student's grandmother. Asshole, that's called age-based discrimination. Of course, I wrote him up for it, because it is now my mission to make that asshole's life a living hell. Stupid fucker, crossing me. What an asshole.

Well, at least now I have enemies at NYU.

Anyway, despite the asshole security guard's best attempts at ruining my day, I spent the next 9 hours enjoying myself immensely, due to Ilona's company. We walked to china town, and then ate hotdogs, and then sat in the park and such. It was great.

O, and while we were kissing (not even making out) on a park bench, some black guy walks over and says, "Someone's being naughty" in the stereotypical accusative voice. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Ilona was on top of me in a position reminiscent of something from the Kama Sutra .. eh .. whatever, we were clothed. Anyway, it was wonderful.

Yeah, so that was my day. It flew by, even though Ilona and I didn't really do anything, just walked around and sat on park benches. She really makes time fly. I love her.

Well, that's it. Bye.

8-31-03 2:12 AM

Well, it's Sunday. Which means that Ilona is going to visit me today. Although I don't think she wants to right now, being that she signed off without saying goodnight. O well. She'll come around,  I suppose.

See, I can write personal stuff like that on my website now, because I'm pretty sure that nobody reads it. O well. I'm still going to update. Why? Because I read it.

But really, I don't think that anyone reads this crap anymore. Back in the day, when people we bored with High School and such, they read it because I was always ranting about how much I hated that place. But now, all those people have moved on to college, as have I. So my website is now useless. Why would anyone want to read about how I spend my boring, useless days.

You know what: If you do read this website, you need to stop. Nothing interesting is going to happen. I mean, I'm me. There will be no interesting stories of college life, because I won't have a college life. It's just going to be class, alternating with studying and sleeping. If I'm lucky, that boredom will be interrupted by the occasional visit from Ilona, but even that isn't guaranteed.

In all likelihood, I'll just fade into obscurity in the minds of the people who once frequented this site; likewise, I'll forget about them too. O well.

You know ... I'm not done. I want to complain some more. Back to my original subject: Ilona. She is God's way of tormenting me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't miss East Brunswick at all. Now, I have to miss her all the time. I mean, for God's sake, Gene spends 100 times more time with her than I do. How is that right? It isn't. I should have fucking gone to Rutgers. I'd be closer to Ilona, the physics program is better, the people are probably smarter, there's air conditioning, and I'd have a new car. This sucks.

I'm thirsty. And I'm tired. And my head hurts. I'm going to get a drink and go to sleep. Whatever.

8-30-03 4:59 AM

Jesus H. Christ! It's late. An I'm tired. And I finally got my power back. You see, Jedwin and I run so much shit off of the same circuit that our power went out. Which meant my computer shut down. Which meant that Ilona thought that I had ditched her. Which is bad for me. Which is bad for you, because I'll kill you all.

And then I played Go with my suitemate Muhammad (sp?) until right now.

I'm tired.

And I have to work tomorrow .. er .. today.

Anyways, it's also over 90 in my room. Fun.

Goodnight.

8-28-03 10:38 PM

Today I really really really realized that I'm going to the wrong university. You see, I went to buy my books.

Everything was going decently at first. Despite the fact that one of my classes that was supposed to be no work actually requires me to read eight books, I wasn't really bothered by anything that much. And then the horror happened. I picked up my physics "books."

First of all, you have to understand why "books" is in quotes. Instead of nice hardcover volume of substantial thickness, I had to pick up two pathetically small soft-cover booklets, each no more than a hundred pages long. "OK", thought I, "quality is not dependant on quantity." And then I opened them.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. These physics books, which are supposed to cover Physics III, are a joke. They barely cover the subject matter of Honors Physics in EB. It's a disaster. I don't know what I'm going to do. If these books represent the quality of the physics education that I'm going to receive at NYU, then I might as well just go to MCC.

Oh well.

8-27-03 2:03 AM

Well, amazingly I still haven't been expelled from NYU. It must be some sort of miracle.

Anyways, my days have been filled with a combination of random wandering and .... non-random wandering. But it was all wandering, nonetheless. You see, from what I have learned so far of college life, it seems that the stereotypes are true. College kids are basically idiots who want to get drunk all the time. Being that, for reasons having nothing to do with morals, I don't drink anymore, that really leaves me with nothing to do. And so Jedwin and I, occasionally accompanied by Sasha, randomly wander around NYC trying to come to terms with the fact that we're going to be living here for the next four years.

Actually, once you wander far enough from NYU, NYC is a great place. When you get to the nice business and financial areas of the city, you start to see successful, well-dressed people, as opposed to the ridiculously fashionable, yet repulsive NYU people. Now, I know that everyone else makes fun of faded jeans too, but really ... what the fuck. Nobody should wear jeans that look old, but aren't. That's called lying. And lying to make yourself look worse? WTF? And what the hell is it with those stupid sunglasses that gradually fade from one color to another, and don't have any substantial frames around them ... you know what I'm talking about ... the "cool" ones. They're crap. They don't even block the sun. I hate NYU people, and I haven't even talked to them.

Anyways, during rush-hour, Jedwin and I went skating to the weird Japanese store near Rockefeller Center. This entails skating on the road, while being assaulted by lunatic drivers of everything ranging from massive trucks to taximeter cabriolets (Taxi Cabs). However, it seems that rollerblading is the fastest and most fun way to get around NYC, even better than the subway. Wait! There is a better way:

SEGWAY! Yes, that's right. We actually saw a police man on a Segway. We just sort of stared at him for a while as he aimlessly rocked back and forth. What a bastard. If he didn't have a gun I would have kicked him. Or something.

O, and for anyone who knows me: I found the only two things that I was looking for in NYC. A store that let me audition Grado SR-60s, and a store that had replacement axles for my rollerblades. They're so fucking weird. Anyway.

What else? O yeah ... East Brunswick. I still don't miss that fucking place (except Ilona ... duh). I mean, even though I'm not doing anything special in NYC right now, at least I know that I can. I don't feel trapped, because I know that there are more things to do than play DDR. I hate that game. I had to play it to show Sasha what it was, and it cost me $2 for 4 songs, plus $2 for a little bottle of water. Horrible.

I'm supposed to go to Freshman Convocation in 7.5 hours or so, but I won't. Which brings me to another interesting point: all of the "activities" scheduled for orientation week are useless crap, and I'm not going. Therefore, I have even less to do. It's great.

Whatever.

8-24-03 7:50 PM

Hello from NYU.

Jed and I are basically settled into our room. It's actually really nice, big, and with a tall ceiling.

Um ... let's see. That's it, so far.

I don't miss EB, with the exception of Ilona, of course .. but I'll see her soon, I hope.

Anyways, bye from NYU.

8-22-03 9:06 PM

Most amazing DDR day ever!!

I beat both Maxx Unlimited and Legend of Max for the first time. In a fucking row. I win forever.

Plus, on the side, I did it right after playing Paranoia 270.

O, and another thing: I got an A on Max 300.

O, and I beat Paranoia Survivor Max 290 on Heavy, again.

I fucking win forever. Watch me brag. I am amazing. I am God. Hurray for me!

8-22-03 12:45 AM

Why is it that less than a week before I leave for NY, my life in EB is perfect?

WHY?

Why couldn't have it been like this for the last .. o ... 10 YEARS!!?!??!

I'll tell you why. It's because if there is a God, he has a fucked up and twisted sense of humor. He's up their creaming his shorts with laughter about letting me taste perfection at the point of my removal from it. Sicko.

It's not like I'm not looking forward to going to NYU ... 4 years away from my brother sounds like assloads of fun to me. But it's not fair that I finally got aclimated to EB, right before leaving it.

As I once did before, I shall now end my post with:

FUCK

8-20-03 1:03 AM

I'm going to college in 4 days.

Amazing.

Matt W. already left, and Decarlo is leaving on Wednesday. Horrifying.

And I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I actually want to stay in EB a little bit more. Ilona is here. I don't want to be away from her.

On the other hand, my brother is also here, so I guess moving away is a good thing.

Goodnight.

8-17-03 12:42 AM

I have a new cell phone #: 908 420 1402.

As Ilona pointed out ... 420 ... haha.

Anyways. Everyone update your records, because calling my old phone will result in my mother picking up. So don't.

8-14-03 1:12 AM

I BEAT INVOKE ON S-HEAVY ON STEPMANIA!!!!!! My arms are going to fall off. I'm going to die.

Well, I'm glad I got that out of my system.

Today was actually great. I went shopping with Sharon, and bought two surge protectors, a fan, and three shirts. O man, the shirts are amazing. There's this one from Banana Republic that nice, and then there are two from Bachrach, which are a blend of silk and cotton. Mmmmmmm ... softness. And then we met Sunil and went to Fusion Ti, and I played ddr and people clapped. It was great.

Anyway, I gotta wake up in 8 hours, so gnight.

8-12-03 2:06 AM

I'm poor. No, really. I have no money.

If you think I have money, you're wrong. And if you think that the starving people in Africa have less money than me, you're wrong. In fact, you're wrong no matter what you think, because I have so little money that I can't afford for you to be right. As you can tell from the last sentence, I can't even afford logic.

Everyone around me is buying shit for college. Wait .. I lied ... their parents are buying them shit for college. From new computer to new clothes, everyone is getting a free ride on the free-college-shit-that-Henry-has-to-pay-for-express. And when I'm done paying for it, it breaks (see previous post for explanation).

I didn't get a new computer (I paid for my old one). I'm paying for my new cell phone (I paid for my old one). And I won't even start talking about cloths ... my whole wardrobe is worth less than my car, which is worth less than my shoe, which I probably paid for.

O, and I owe people money. This sucks. I'm going to sleep.

8-8-03 2:16 AM

You know, life is a lose-lose situation. There are really only two scenarios:

1. Your life sucks horribly. This would be the story of my life from about 9th grade until the end of 12th. You know, the life where every major thing in your life is either shit or undecided. You don't know what your future holds, you can't see any possibility for improvement, etc. The general quasi-suicidal thing.

2. Your life is actually pretty good, but all the fucking little things drive you up the wall. This would be the story of my life right now. As you know, the major things in my life have actually come together quite nicely. But, because God definitely has a sense of humor, ridiculous shit is now happening to me that is driving me insane. The last post is an example. And then today, something even worse happens. So, I'm playing DDR, and I decide to take a bag with me to carry my shit, which consists of a bottle of Gatorade, my Pocket PC, and my Leatherman Knife. Anyways, as I'm playing, I periodically drink the Gatorade, since I don't want to dehydrate. So I reach into my bag for my Gatorade, and, to my supreme displeasure, discover that all of it has spilled into the bag, and my Pocket PC is now in a literal bath of Gatorade. So I had to rush home and give it another bath in pure water, to get the sugar and salts out of the circuitry ... but I think that the screen is ruined. This might cost me. So, you see, even when the major things are going great, the minor things will ass-rape you when you're not looking.

8-6-03 1:13 AM

What a fucked up day.

Ok, so it started out ok, cuz I was just minding my own business and working. And then Gene IM's me, and, as usual, I have to go pick him up at RU to go to SNS. So I pick up Jed first, and we start driving down 18. Now, the interesting thing is that there was a torrential downpour occurring just at this time. Well, after much hydroplaning, we get to the place where we are supposed to pick Gene up; being that he walked to that place, he is absolutely drenched. And since water is slippery, you can't play DDR when you are that wet. So we decide to drive to his house so he can change. Well, after sitting in traffic and wading through foot-deep water for a while, we arrive at Gene's house; the bumbling bastard doesn't have his key, so we end up going to SNS with him in his original, soaked condition.

Well, we play some shitty DDR for a while, and then we decide to go get food. Only problem is, I'm almost out of gas. So we stop at the Sunoco station by SNS and fill up. And then the car won't start. It seems that my battery no longer hold any charge, so the 5 minutes I spent with my lights on while getting gas had completely drained it. And the torrential rain starts again. So I get out of the car, and with the help of the attendant, push it towards the parking area of the gas station. The problem is that the parking area is downhill from the pump, and the car starts rolling, quickly, towards the metal guard rail. So I chase down my moving car, jump feet first into the open door, and slam on the brakes. Fun.

I get out of the car and open the hood just to make sure that the problem is the battery. Because God hates me, while I'm doing this, I step on a nail, which pierces the air-bladder of my sneakers, and ruins them. I'm now walking around on a deflated shoe.

Well, since my cell phone is broken, and Jed didn't bring his, I have to go out in the pouring rain and use a payphone. First, I call home, but since my dad isn't there, I end up calling Wasserman, who begrudgingly agrees to jumpstart my car, despite the fact that he was planning on going somewhere. However, while I was waiting for Matt to arrive, my dad randomly shows up at the gas station, intent on getting gas. Now, this would have been convenient, except that he didn't have jumper cables with him, so he was useless. So I keep waiting for Matt. Just then, I see Matt's dad drive by in his Miata. At this point I'm way beyond waving him down, so he drives obliviously past.

Well, eventual Matt shows up, except he's not alone; with him are two carloads of people! Great .. now I have an audience to witness the shittyness of my car. So we jump-start my car, and the shitty story ends, with me soaked, tired, one-shoed, and having to buy a new battery.

8-5-03 1:36 AM

WOW. After months, I finally got into a mood bad enough to force me to write a poem. Fortunately, it made me realize that I had no reason to be in a bad mood in the first place, so I got the best of both worlds. The poem is called Paranoid. Enjoy.

8-4-03 1:09 AM

Belatedly, I have posted my college essay in the College Essay section of my website. Enjoy.

8-3-03 1:25 AM

Well, Ilona is back in EB, which is good for me.

Um ... yeah, that was my day. O yeah, I bought a new printer / scanner and a new pencil sharpener and scotch tape. I'm sooooo ready for college. To fail at college, that is.

O, and since everybody else is doing it, here is my fantasy movie scenario thingy....

 .. you fucking idiot. You actually thought that I'd make a fantasy movie scenario thingy ... you stupid bastard. Don't you know that I hate fun and don't have an imagination.

Idiot.

8-1-03 12:34 AM

OK .. I couldn't believe it at first, but unless I've been fooled, this shit is real: http://objective.jesussave.us/kidz.html.

It's amazing. The rest of the site is amazing too.