tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57350022012-01-29T22:44:39.927-08:00I'm kind of a recluse, and I've started to realize the need to be more public so I don't start losing my friends during High School and the turmoil following...so here I am. evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.comBlogger2191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-23755508777256702872009-02-01T16:19:00.000-08:002009-02-01T16:40:23.407-08:00

Ok, so a working knowledge of BSG is important here, so I'll do a brief overview.The series starts out in the "middle" of the timeline, essentially. There are 12 colonies, united in a democratic sort of government, each on a different planet. Years ago, there was an uprising by robots created by humans (cylons), and there was a big war. After the war, no-one had heard or seen from the cylons,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-46084428842526641462008-03-18T00:00:00.000-07:002008-03-18T01:21:00.086-07:00

So, it's been ages since I've posted anything, and ages still since I posted anything of substance. I'll try to make this worthwhile. The idea here is to open a song and listen to it as you read the part of the post between the link and the next link, and at song's end you move on to the next...I'll give it a try.It's the third day or so of spring break. I haven't done any of my homework, but I

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-43179799811412071462007-06-28T21:33:00.000-07:002007-06-28T21:42:53.831-07:00

Evan recently invented the statistic (based on privately, and unscientifically, collected data) that men are infinitely more likely to receive oral sex over the course of their lifetime than actually have sexual intercourse. See, he even has math.Any Number >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ZeroTherefore, we can conclude something about female anatomitomicals.Vaginas = Selfish.Mouths = Slutty...or at least

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-72755742609143341432007-06-23T17:02:00.000-07:002007-06-23T17:41:13.936-07:00

So, I randomly looked up "I want you to want me" on iTunes after it was mentioned in a Rolling Stone article as being covered. Thus, my project for the day (week?):Remember an old song that was brilliant, but is now dated. The original was a good example, because while it may have packed some punch in the 80s or whenever it was popular, it's kind of...distant-sounding now. So, once getting a song

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-22202634490868714252007-05-25T01:18:00.000-07:002007-05-25T01:39:57.818-07:00

Rarely do I randomly flip channels to VHI or MTV and find them playing music videos.Rarely do I find them playing a song I haven't heard many, many times.And tonight for the first time in memory I heard two new songs, in a row, that were really good. Travis' s new album sounds quite good, judging from "Close to You" (title?). I've always like Micheal Buble's sound and not many of his songs, but "

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-23319325811353168602007-05-14T11:21:00.000-07:002007-05-14T11:23:05.270-07:00

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evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-4962909591915888362007-05-08T02:06:00.000-07:002007-05-08T02:07:45.575-07:00

The Music Genome Project.Youtube.Friends.GG school, I wish I could quit you.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-49320942130003004652007-04-29T14:14:00.000-07:002007-04-29T17:12:52.153-07:00

I'm really likin' this video I randomly found on Youtube. Jeremy Fischer's other stuff is really good, too.I'm in the computer lab, yet again procrastinating as I half-assedly listen to oral arguments on United States v. Lopez, trying to find a reason to curtail the federal government's commerce clause crutch. So, forgive me if I start rambling here, I'm just trying to get my head in order.So,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1166259648520827322006-12-16T00:57:00.000-08:002006-12-16T01:00:48.540-08:00

" I'm all-around irritated with people here in Morris. Only a few of them are as cool as I remembered them being from last week."Which is a post from God knows when last year, sometime right before Christmas break. I'm tired, the email is down so I'm having issues finishing up my final papers, the bank still hasn't figured out my money thing, and I'm beginning to reminisce...which isn't a good

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1156492585539885902006-08-25T00:31:00.000-07:002006-08-25T00:56:26.470-07:00

with the advent of school, there will be more, thoughtful, and overall interesting posts here. This is intended to be one of them, but we shall see what remains of that when I am finished.It's quite late, on the eve of my return to Morris.I really dislike periods of bored inactivity. Not so much "oh, I have two hours between X and Y, whatever shall I do!", but, for example, coming home last

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1153252053301869522006-07-18T12:43:00.000-07:002006-07-18T12:47:33.310-07:00

Camp Wellstone this weekend should be cool. The Campaign track was full up when I registered, but I'm on the wait list. In the meantime, grassroots activism ftw!This also means I'll be home this weekend, picking up the car, the computer, the shaver (umm...need that), and other random junk, and hopefully hanging out with people who are home...? The cell is 920-265-1891, so call the damn number

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1142900768556245532006-03-20T16:25:00.000-08:002006-03-20T16:26:08.566-08:00

I still can't get you out of my head.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1137025891503820782006-01-11T13:45:00.000-08:002006-02-02T11:04:09.996-08:00

End of day 1: We did some basic scuba stuff in the classroom and did two confined dives, I think. After that, we went down to the party beach and had a great time dancing and drinking and making fools of ourselves.They had imported two Dutch singers to perform. They were really horrible. However, funny. Day 2: We started scuba stuff later today, for obvious reasons. Did our first open water dive

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1136046798993705992005-12-31T08:25:00.000-08:002005-12-31T08:33:19.076-08:00

Day -1:Got up @ 6 to fly out from Ithaca, to Cities.Went to SawatDee's with Katie and Shelby. Wonderful food. I had a bed all to myself in the hotel room because Shelby still had to go home to pack (the irony of this is probably lost on you, but it's pretty damn ironic).Day 0: Got up @ 3 to fly out from the Cities. Instead of a sensical flight plan, we went to Dallas/Fort Worth before Miami, then

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1134550211959612062005-12-14T00:49:00.000-08:002005-12-14T00:50:40.483-08:00

Four Views of Piracy: A Sociological Examination of 17th and 18th Century Organized Nautical Crime and its Relevance to Contemporary Issues of DevianceBy:Evan MowryFor:Sociology of Deviance: SOC 3141Inst: Jennifer RothchildUniversity of Minnesota: Morris12/13/05IntroductionThe relevancy of colonial-age piracy to today’s sociological issues is easily questioned; it seems difficult to draw

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1134529564625105712005-12-13T19:02:00.000-08:002005-12-13T19:07:13.463-08:00

In this paper, I will attempt to outline a new theory of progress; not a new understanding of the inherent nature of progress, but a theory of its effect upon the world. This perspective, which I will label progressionism, for lack of a more suitable term, views events happening at every level of humans’ lives as primarily motivated by consonant or dissonant concepts of progress. The extent to

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1134150284992779022005-12-09T09:41:00.000-08:002005-12-09T09:44:45.006-08:00

Oh...oh my. That was good. Fucking Awesome.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1133763648250737062005-12-04T22:10:00.000-08:002005-12-04T22:20:48.316-08:00

It's pretty late on a sunday, and I just finished a long-ass Sociology of Deviance paper. I'd really like to apolgoize for not having updated in a long time, and also for not really updating right now. Here's a quick, boring, uninspir(ed/ing) list of what's gone/going on/going to go on.Curacao over winter break. Sleeping like a wee babe tonight.Bent outta shape over things I really should have

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1130952020262652782005-11-02T09:18:00.000-08:002005-11-02T09:20:20.276-08:00

The wonderful thing about great writers is that they can vocalize feelings that most people have problems feeling; they can analyze what most can only experience in passing. That analyzation is what frustrates me the most about writing, as I find myself turning to the same experiences to complement the new ones, like a chef always spicing in the same manner new dishes as he did the old. Tonight I

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1129133025951518962005-10-12T08:44:00.000-07:002005-10-12T09:10:49.696-07:00

Every time I get into a cd I've had for quite some time I have to make sure everyone knows that they're really good, even though I told them like two months ago. With that said:Now Here is Nowhere-the Secret MachinesWhy Should the Fire Die?-Nickel CreekControl Room Secondee-Audio OvniMouse and the Mask-Danger DoomEagan Heath and John Hanson- HAHAHA ONLY MORRIS GETS TO HEAR THEM!I have bronchitis,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1126675968123544762005-09-13T22:30:00.000-07:002005-09-13T22:32:48.126-07:00

"The dumbest man in our government is the Secretary of Defense. He is so dumb.""Here's a list of liberal crap I don't want to hear any more of: Lord, forgive us our trespasses, just as we forgive those who tresspass...Nobody better trespass against me or I'll cut them a new you-know-what."-Kurt FUCKING Vonnegut

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1123729708328526462005-08-10T20:00:00.000-07:002005-08-10T20:08:28.336-07:00

Summer is almost over.I don't believe I'll return to Eau Claire for any more summers; none like this anyway. This summer was profoundly dissatisfying. Eau Claire is a hive of reminders and dissapointments and vice for me. Hanging out with the people I want to hang out with seems innappropriate, and while I always develop some good friendships with coworkers, they never really go anywhere.Which is

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1122708480254608252005-07-30T00:23:00.000-07:002005-07-30T00:28:01.820-07:00

I deserve three hefty paychecks a week.I deserve to have my parents pay me back for living expenses while I watched their house and cats and a gerbil and plants, and not dick me for the money they said they'd give me AFTER I had planned on having it.I deserve to be manager.I deserve to be able to spend my little freetime playing computer games.I deserve a slightly better computer, that I might

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1121845301029877212005-07-19T23:52:00.000-07:002005-07-20T00:41:41.096-07:00

I was sittin', waitin', wishin' you believed in superstition then maybe you'd see the signs.I've been getting more and more attracted to acoustic and country music, lately. Not like Keith Urban and Rascal Flat's country: the depressing country where people get hanged and the people singing the songs are alchoholics.I have to go to work in two hours. It is two O'clock. wth.But anyway, acoustic.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1121495673908934672005-07-15T23:11:00.000-07:002005-07-15T23:34:33.916-07:00

I really don't like that my life has degenerated into work and computer games. It's like last summer, but without the convenient location, cool housemates, and frequent parties.It seems very boring, and I'm not really branching out and meeting new people...which is mostly ok with me; I really just want to earn a lot of money so I can go back to school...and to go back to school soon. Against my

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1119932854872674532005-06-27T21:17:00.000-07:002005-06-27T21:27:34.880-07:00

This is going to be quick and disjointed because I have a headache and it's late.While in Milwaukee, I got 160$ worth of parking tickets and my car towed (impound fee: 160$) in one night. Wheeeeeeeeeeee.Lifeguarding has burned me, every shift, on different parts of my body. Whatever I do, there is always something not slathered in sunblock.The cute lifeguard I was planning on asking out is

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1117899202991657912005-06-04T07:51:00.000-07:002005-06-05T11:11:11.876-07:00

Sorry for not posting for a while. I've been seduced by the siren's song of the original Diablo, setting up and warming up for the summer jam sessions, and looking for jobs.I've heard quite a few people comment lately that the friends they're hanging out with this summer aren't the people they expected they would be spending time with. Personally, it's mostly people I had pretty casual

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1116397862938196852005-05-17T23:29:00.000-07:002005-05-17T23:31:02.943-07:00

I am home.Shower me with love and affection, for I have returned, and I am your king.I am home.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1116283185009094052005-05-16T15:34:00.000-07:002005-05-16T15:39:45.026-07:00

I got all my stuff to the house on friday. It was absolutely packed until yesterday when Emily came and picked up all her junk, and Brett and I both went apeshit on the living room.You should see the sound system, but because most of you are in the Cities or WI, I'll just turn it up a couple notches...I am falling in love. With the house. I like it. A lot.Life seems pretty good, other than some

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1115707994910317872005-05-09T23:52:00.000-07:002005-05-09T23:53:14.916-07:00

Not only does Death Cab for Cutie remind me of my ex-roommate, it also makes me want to go driving. I hope driving home after work this summer is going to be as enjoyable as it was summer last: that was one of the best parts of my summer. Just myself and a dark road and music andmy thoughts. But most of my driving this summer will be in the day, driving from Eau Claire to the cities along with

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1114817592722581672005-04-29T16:27:00.000-07:002005-04-29T16:33:12.723-07:00

I just don't want to see some people this summer. At all. Some people I just want to hug and start crying, but some I just don't ever want to see again. Sheesh. Next week is the last week of classes. I have two papers due (one large, one easy), and then the same the next week, but with finals. We get the keys to the house on Sunday. There should be a party there next weekend (109 West 7th St).

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1114463053714675792005-04-25T14:03:00.000-07:002005-04-25T14:04:13.716-07:00

BlueHalios: i miss zoobahsAuto response from neomanceristaken: And if you'd 'a took to me likeA gull takes to the wind.Well, i'd 'a jumped from my treeAnd i'd a danced like the king of the eyesoresAnd the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. BlueHalios: the fasion dont from the late 80sBlueHalios: my parents where to poor to buy themBlueHalios: so we bought the zoobah material and instrucions

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1114416941165066192005-04-25T01:03:00.000-07:002005-04-25T12:45:18.153-07:00

I went to an excellent punk/hip-hop show on Friday. The punk was poor but the hip-hop was certainly good enough to make up for it. We're talking flow-hop, not gangsta. I really got into it.I'm planning on starting moving into the house on the 1st...I'm not entirely sure what all I'm gonna move, but we'll see. There will most likely be an end-of-the-year party there.Finals are looming...more

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1113843474485386192005-04-18T09:51:00.000-07:002005-04-18T10:05:04.066-07:00

Music you should listen to:@#$% you Lucy-AtmosphereCocoon-Jack Johnson (also, Sitting, Waiting, Wishing-Jack Johnson)Sexx Laws-BeckUlysses-Mason JenningsIdle Hands-InterpolL-L-Love-AstaireMy Redneck Past Pick: Smooth Criminal-Alien Ant Farm (I cannot deny loving this song)My back is killing me.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1112905177493285252005-04-07T13:16:00.000-07:002005-04-08T10:38:35.996-07:00

It is so ridiculously nice out today. Last night I slept by myself, with the window open, and with Smashing Pumpkins playing in the background. I was in heaven. John and Aaron and I hung out on the mall for about an hour, making fun of ID "scientists", bullshitting about racism, and critiquing girls. We had class on the mall. Latin American Politics acquires a new dimension when you can smoke a

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1112328395018821582005-03-31T18:56:00.000-08:002005-03-31T20:06:35.023-08:00

So, she's dead. Now what? Well, if you're all fucked up like me, this is when you start to care. I figured that both sides of the argument had their own version, and that we wouldn't know anything for sure until an autopsy. So I'm doing some research. I've been looking at a few of the "The Truth About Terri" sort-of-things, and frankly, I'm a little disgusted. The link to the .pdf is here.I'm

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1112061417180318192005-03-28T17:47:00.001-08:002005-03-29T18:13:01.496-08:00

Madison was awesome.The Side Order is getting really good, and they broke from their norm a bit to do a really good Steppenwulf cover. .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Purgatory, originally uploaded by neomancer. Stonefloat is amazing live.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1111249987456046592005-03-19T08:31:00.000-08:002005-03-19T08:33:07.456-08:00

I spent the day jamming with Davyd and Brendon, and got some really good stuff going.I ate wonderful spaghetti and bread at Davyd's house.We played some Halo 2.We watched the Royal Tenenbaums, after jamming some more.Wake up in the morning, listen to Ray Charles and making pancakes.Not the weekend I was looking for, but I'm glad it found me.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1110316856743420302005-03-08T12:02:00.000-08:002005-03-08T13:20:56.753-08:00

A thesis of team balance theory with regards to Warcraft 3: DoTAThe genre of Real Time Strategy (hereafter referred to RTS) is currently dominated by the popular game Warcraft 3, the third installment in Blizzards epic story of fantastical warfare. One thing that has encouraged continued play of the trilogy has been the inclusion of a map editor, allowing the player to custom design his/her own

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1109831210620112942005-03-02T22:23:00.001-08:002005-03-02T22:26:50.620-08:00

I am deathly ill. I feel really sweaty, and my nose is stuffy, and my throat hurts. I keep hacking up gross green stuff. I want my cat. I am about half way through that book I need to do an assessment for by Monday. 150 of the densest-reading pages ever to go. There are so many barriers to being candid when you live with people. It really screws things up. I really enjoy it, though; living with

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1109526829650183262005-02-27T09:47:00.000-08:002005-02-27T09:53:49.653-08:00

I would really like to be able to take Spring Break early. This week is going to be hell, and I'm already starting to burn out.First weekend I've gone out drinking two nights in a row. Um...good thing I hardly had anything. Everyone else was really gone, or really sick, or likely both. But I tend to sleep better after two or three drinks, and Mike's and Pepperming Schnapps are both heavenly, so

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1109204593137578522005-02-23T16:03:00.000-08:002005-02-24T11:26:52.936-08:00

...InterpolBlue Merlethe ShinsLeiturBjorkKings of ConvenienceKasabianthe Stillsthe Mars VoltaDonovan FrankenreiterGuster (not Keep it Together)Snow PatrolSpartathe CurePhish (not A Picture of Nectar)the Featuresthe Flaming Lips (not Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots)Velvet Revolveror the Strokes (not their first one) ...so we can swap some m-izz-uzac.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1109017370806738282005-02-21T12:11:00.000-08:002005-02-21T12:22:50.810-08:00

I just got the first non-A on a paper since senior year. It was a C, and late, so a D+.I hate the assignments in which you're supposed to write about something you will be experiencing. There's NO FUCKING THING TO SAY. I'm volunteering at a domestic abuse counseling center called Someplace Safe, and we had to do a pre-service assignment:I hadn't met my director, I hadn't talked to anyone about

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1108892682820289122005-02-19T18:01:00.000-08:002005-02-20T01:44:42.820-08:00

I don't much like thinking these days. I like people, and I like eating, and sleeping, reading, listening to music...but thinking is rough. I think I've lost sight of what I'm doing here, sort of. Owch. Thinking.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1108503752547532672005-02-15T13:41:00.000-08:002005-02-15T13:42:32.546-08:00

Or maybe just dissapointed. Oh well, I'll just drown in coffee, then. It's damn good coffee, so it won't be that bad.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1108161055328392612005-02-11T14:27:00.000-08:002005-02-11T14:30:55.330-08:00

This was a very casual week, but I think it only felt that way because I was very lazy. My back is killing me. Busy weekend ahead. Lots of reading and Statistics and movie watching and everything. I wonder if I'll ever stop thinking of things in terms of what would have been. Happy Valentines Day, everybody. I hope it's as good for you as it's made out to be :)Wouldn't that be something, eh?

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1108067248990963822005-02-10T13:18:00.000-08:002005-02-10T12:27:28.990-08:00

from all the chlorine. I wish they'd find my goddamn goggles. Things are good...I'm still consolidating music into a master list for mixes. Well, at least a mostly-master mix for mixes. I've found some really cheap, organic, and fucking brutally delicious chips at Colburns. I got the Frou Frou CD, I just have to pick it up, which I should do today. My dad got me an 80gig external hard

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1107498297715860722005-02-03T22:17:00.000-08:002005-02-03T22:24:57.716-08:00

Status quo it is, then. If you want to feel guilty (I don't know, some people are wierd), watch Better Luck Tomorrow. It's quite a puzzler, with a good ending. Good, as in not happy, necessarily, but cathartic. I'm back to staying up late and napping. Fine with me: it feels healthy. Also, the coolest people in our dorm are generally night-people. I'll have your mixes ready soon; I'm working

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1107155869860151232005-01-30T23:08:00.000-08:002005-01-30T23:17:49.860-08:00

I need to make a decision, and it's important. The decision is to make a decision, or maintain a status quo. So, it's a decision, that then either is made or is not. These are the tricky sort. If you guys request one, I'll send you a mix. I have loads of blank cds, loads of music, and loads of time. Also, very few emotions to clutter my brain and make my mixes horrible, which definitely happens

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1106888180465423762005-01-27T20:54:00.000-08:002005-01-27T20:56:20.466-08:00

I don't care what anyone says, I think Third Eye Blind is good music.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1106723871714071092005-01-25T23:11:00.000-08:002005-01-25T23:17:51.716-08:00

I know it's a 4000 level class, and I know it's going to kick my ass later in the year... ...but damn do I love contemporary political ideologies. We're discussing Freud and Hegel right now, and it's brilliant. We get this eccentric little Chinese professor as a guest lecturer half the time, and he comes into class late with his hair sticking up all over the place. It's lovely. He makes fun of

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1106519428469762982005-01-23T13:59:00.000-08:002005-01-23T19:25:11.713-08:00

Never. Ever. Drink, and then eat McDonalds' fruit pies. Never. In related news, I am ill.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1106190185143595162005-01-19T18:49:00.000-08:002005-01-19T19:03:05.143-08:00

I just saw Garden State again, but for real this time. I really liked it...a lot. But I don't really want or need any nudges towards that sort of deep, personal thinking these days. The prominent "moral" of Garden State really only applies if you're in love. It doesn't really deal with all the periferals of a life which, unfortunately, exist. How simple it would all be, right? And so, in the

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1106013467886235622005-01-17T17:40:00.000-08:002005-01-17T17:57:47.886-08:00

Today I return to college life. I mean, I have already, it just sounds more epic if I say it like that. Jon and I drove in today at like three. It's good to be back in my room with all my music and my lurvely futonbed. I'm really sorry that I missed a huge bunch of you. There was this swathe of friends that I was relying on Adam Wolf's party to meet up with, and I thought it was on a Sunday

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1105157978754494252005-01-07T19:33:00.000-08:002005-01-08T08:59:47.363-08:00

I just got a cd by Chris Thile, I think, and it's really quite good. Eclectic and sweet, with a lot of erratic guitar work and REALLYTHEREnotthereverymuchatall percussion . I've been visiting the swim team during practices and for meets, and it's REALLY making me want to swim...a lot. Unnatural compulsions to leap in the water. It's odd. Also, I'm really hot when I'm in shape. Exponentially.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1104644330333336602005-01-01T21:33:00.000-08:002005-01-01T21:44:23.430-08:00

New Years eve this year (last year) was goood. Everyone who played the VFW show was amazing, and what little I saw (heard) of the show at Nate's Dungeon was very good, too. Ross got tossed around a bit in the mosh pit, but meh; get in a mosh pit and you roll the dice. After both shows we cleaned up the VFW and went and got tanked at Bekah's. It was fun. I remember hugging EVERYONE for some

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1104481230280132242004-12-31T01:19:00.000-08:002004-12-31T00:20:30.280-08:00

You Are a Dreaming Soul Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1104042948142249992004-12-25T22:14:00.000-08:002004-12-26T17:28:09.960-08:00

First off, sorry for the extremely depressing last post. My Christmas hasn't really been ideal. First off, I think I've basically severed myself from High School, to the extent that I want to. This might initially seem a good thing, but it is a little sad: and end of an era, if you will. Well, with the exception of one person. I have little or no energy for that particular situation, though,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1103938345325275902004-12-24T17:26:00.000-08:002004-12-25T14:30:38.526-08:00

Wow. It doesn't really seem like Christmas. I came home from school expecting to see everyone before the holidays, but with the exception of a few cases I won't get to see them until after the holidays, if at all. I don't really enjoy holidays anymore..kind of wish I could go back to school in a few days, and skip all the reunion stuff. Sigh. A depressed, not-so-holy, low-key Christmas with

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1103692771531341702004-12-21T21:17:00.000-08:002004-12-21T21:19:31.530-08:00

jiggity jig. 875-4206 I probably won't be online too much, so the phone is your best bet. Or email, I suppose (fuzman666@aol.com).

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1103586869766001462004-12-20T14:49:00.000-08:002004-12-21T21:17:23.710-08:00

There are two conflicting forces when determining actions: sympathy and morality. Sympathy is a natural, unavoidable feeling of affinity for someone/something that makes us want to act in a certain way. Affinity is a general term, and many different feelings are qualified under it. Morality is what we believe to be the "right" thing to do. One may argue that morality is objective or subjective

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1103509585846401262004-12-19T18:07:00.000-08:002004-12-19T18:26:25.846-08:00

come as you are as you were as I want you to be as a friend as a friend as a known enemy *beep* come away with me in the night come away with me and i will write you a song *beep* To tell you the truth, I've said it before Tomorrow I start in a new direction I know I've been half-asleep I'm never doing that again I look straight at what's coming ahead and soon its going to change in a new

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102983054577139932004-12-13T16:10:00.000-08:002004-12-13T16:16:35.456-08:00

I wonder: Imagine the way people believe to be a strand of DNA; incredibly complex, intertwining, impossible to percieve sensibly when you examine the whole thing, but easy to love for its shape and complexity and mysteries. If every new belief we encounter; every new perspective that is shown to us, alters the individual proteins, like a virus. Every new piece of information is a virus, and

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102752677425464392004-12-11T01:02:00.000-08:002004-12-11T11:18:34.046-08:00

I've been spending my days wastefully. That's acceptable, though. I guess I've given up reasonable hope of passing French, so I don't feel the need to exhaustively study the material...I probably will, tomorrow, or just get freaked out and read everything and do all the work a couple days before the final, but right now I'm ok with not getting the credit. I've been staying up really late

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102621035925288622004-12-09T11:36:00.000-08:002004-12-09T11:37:15.926-08:00

BlueHalios: alright, so your banana foam world has really made me start thinking about hypothetical situations. So i began thinking about a new world there are three tribes on this world, One tribe who can _only_ concieve of things in hypathetical situations, the second can not concieve of hypathetical situations, and the third group can can only concieve of conclusions. although this is

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102487734380079792004-12-07T22:32:00.000-08:002004-12-07T22:35:34.380-08:00

I'm really emotionally and mentally exhausted, and easily become physically so, so this'll probably be the last post before I get home for the holidays, as I have much writing to do for classes, and quite a lot of study guides to complete. I don't really know what to do about Christmas break. I know Christmas will be spent with family, and day after (Xmas) with friends. Ben and Jenny and Suzie

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102045137302368602004-12-02T19:38:00.000-08:002004-12-02T19:38:57.303-08:00

Doubtin' the ol' sanity. It feels good to get off my chest, though.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1102027263805717432004-12-02T14:33:00.000-08:002004-12-02T14:41:03.806-08:00

Snow is drifting up against the concrete of the walkways on campus like small, potent items from yesterday; not used, but seen and examined and appreciated. Kept close to the places we walk, our past crowds the edges of life; hemming it in from damaging the underlying and surrounding green, resisting the future sun, and zealously reclaiming lost ground with new snowfall. I love this cold. You

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101783691453225352004-11-29T18:52:00.000-08:002004-11-29T19:02:32.046-08:00

i_am_so_sick_of_fee_ling_like_shit_be_cause_of_o_ther_pe_ople. In middle and high school it was so easy. You could blame parents for being parents, teachers for being teachers, or yourself for not knowing any better or being just plain stupid. Now, in the real world, when people are supposed to be adults; to be mature, everything just seems more and more clear, and less and less sure. Before:

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101626431445034162004-11-27T23:07:00.000-08:002004-11-27T23:20:31.446-08:00

Have you ever listened to an album, and skipped over a certain song most times because it doesn't really make sense? And then one day it does? That happened to me three times tonight. National Treasure isn't quite as bad as it appears. All the clues and junk are really neatly done. The supporting actor's character is cool, as well. I miss feeling warm on cold nights. I'm always cold these

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101272384259291492004-11-23T20:57:00.000-08:002004-11-24T03:05:04.576-08:00

I am so sick of being second-chair to people who don't give a damn. Good night.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101271270891391122004-11-23T20:38:00.001-08:002004-11-23T20:41:10.890-08:00

I find myself taking naps because I don't want to be awake. The boredom at this point is exquisite, and not being altogether happy with "things" doesn't help. I'll just blame it on my knee.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101226692214130082004-11-23T08:15:00.000-08:002004-11-23T08:18:12.223-08:00

Good news, and bad. Good news is my ACL isn't torn, or if it is it won't require surgery. The knee, in general, doesn't require surgery, just a lot of medication and a lot of physical therapy. The bad news is that it's still really painful, and that it's a huge pain in the ass to go anywhere on campus, much less move around the goddamn dorm.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101177953067755532004-11-22T18:45:00.000-08:002004-11-22T18:45:53.066-08:00

It's funny that when we get what we want from God, we find loopholes and ask for more of it.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101162264024121072004-11-22T14:24:00.000-08:002004-11-22T14:24:24.023-08:00

Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1101083464819672422004-11-21T16:16:00.000-08:002004-11-21T16:31:04.820-08:00

What a lazy weekend. I slept in both days; didn't really go out, either of them; didn't go to supper, either of them; and am only now getting to my homework. I guess I had reason, though, with the knee slowing me to a crawl. But it still felt kind of wasted. And I missed my classes Friday because of it, and I'm going to miss at least three of them tomorrow because of the MRI and the follow-up,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100917613857098742004-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:002004-11-19T18:26:53.856-08:00

I was looking back more towards the early middle of my blog. I used to be quite the poet. Perhaps Christmas will evoke similar feelings this year, although I doubt it. Hopefully, though.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100805928045585432004-11-18T11:00:00.000-08:002004-11-18T11:25:28.046-08:00

And regardless of the apparent stupidity, it was an easy two bucks at the time, and an interesting capstone to a cool, cool night. So, last night, around 12:30, John, Noe, Chris and I decided to go to Alexandria. We do this every once in a while: just up and drive 35 miles to the nearest Perkins and Walmart really early in the morning. So, we went to Walmart and I bought some air freshener,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100758429541181372004-11-17T22:13:00.000-08:002004-11-17T22:13:49.540-08:00

Maybe I'd come to expect something a bit, and only just realized it now. Or maybe I just hoped too hard. Well, that's life.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100642572006999542004-11-16T13:49:00.000-08:002004-11-16T14:02:52.006-08:00

So, not only have I immersed myself in wonderful literature I have no time for, I also got to go grocery shopping. I had some really cool, really wierd dreams last night. It doesn't mean much without describing them, but it'll have to be enough that I say they were really goddamn messed.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100405055263757212004-11-13T19:50:00.000-08:002004-11-13T20:04:15.263-08:00

Today's been relatively uneventful. I've got a lot of stuff due in the beginning bits of the week (two tests in my hardest classes on Monday, and a project due on Tuesday, not to mention I've got five hours of run crew to make up the next few weeks), so I've been practicing french (flashcards are t3ch) and am going to read up on Poli Sci tomorrow, and also interview my dad or mom about 1967-77,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1100240417759047672004-11-11T22:15:00.000-08:002004-11-17T14:48:00.496-08:00

Today I was woken up by my FYS class charging into my room when I was asleep, in bed, with no clothes on. I felt a similar feeling to the worst feeling I've ever felt. I was further reminded of my own insecurity and damagingly excessive respect and understanding by Bridget Jones's Diary. I beat Halo 2 (For those of you who keep track of AIM away messages, that means in less than a day.) ...

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1099917492584085082004-11-08T04:37:00.000-08:002004-11-08T04:38:12.586-08:00

...alive. There are only a few things that could realistically make life much better right now, but I'm not sweating those. SHIT I love school.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1099765722257864862004-11-06T10:28:00.000-08:002004-11-06T10:28:42.256-08:00

I honestly don't have the time to post anything other than that I'm so busy that I don't have the time to post anything. Sorry!

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1099381281310700952004-11-01T23:26:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:41:21.310-08:00

I think I've got it figured out, mostly. Mostly. I'm trying to get a late transfer out of French class, because it's really dragging my GPA down. I mean, really. Ideally, I could just audit a German class and then test out of language credit at the beginning of next semester. This isn't the shining start to college, but it's probably best in the long run, as it drastically increases my chances

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1099258648942402622004-10-31T13:34:00.000-08:002004-10-31T17:15:22.176-08:00

I wake from nights of good doing and health to discover my past pulled from 'neath me. What violation is this? My own heart, my own soul, lost in the ruin of time.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1098579060772015352004-10-23T17:32:00.000-07:002004-10-23T17:53:04.626-07:00

I'm tired of being indecisive. I'm really tired of caring, on and off, more about other people than myself and more about myself than other people. I'm so tired of loving people and hating them, depending on my mood. I'm tired of all the wishy-washy crap that I dream up when I'm writing or reading or anything; it weakens me, and isn't any use. And I'm sick of the past, and the future. I'm

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1098332093101326662004-10-20T21:10:00.000-07:002004-10-20T21:14:53.103-07:00

It seeps into your brain as you watch it: "I will do everything to have what I am seeing, and I will". Which is interesting, because I won't, I don't think. Into your heart, even. It thrills you and intoxicates you and sobers you, all at once. Everything in me was moving but not travelling, like molecules about to explode, constrained by something that will, inevitably, fail. What a

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1098083351467444532004-10-18T01:08:00.000-07:002004-10-18T00:09:11.466-07:00

How to make a neomanceristaken Ingredients: 1 part intelligence 1 part arrogance 1 part beauty Method:Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of caring Username: Personality cocktailFrom Go-Quiz.com

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1097616244205430702004-10-12T14:01:00.000-07:002004-10-12T14:25:28.336-07:00

I'm sorry for the lack of posts, lately. I've been someone else entirely, it seems, and it's difficult to be candid when you're not used to yourself. I gave in to my inner contempt for the rules and burned incense in my room. Sandalwood and Wookiefoot and soft light make for a very relaxing environment. This is the last week before fall break. I'm not really sure what I'm going to be doing,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1096820856648075822004-10-03T09:27:00.000-07:002004-10-03T09:27:36.650-07:00

Of all the alchohols, vodka and kahlua are sovereign.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1096334861165692132004-09-27T18:26:00.000-07:002004-09-27T18:27:41.166-07:00

dread and longing, when in combination, yield a highly debilitating state.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1096161336794935472004-09-25T18:03:00.000-07:002004-09-25T18:15:36.796-07:00

I stayed up late last night, watching movies, playing video games with people... ...getting hit on by guys... ...and this'll sound really wierd, given my liberalism, but it was unsettling. Not uncomfortable, but wierd, like I was just so bemused. Wierd. Anyway, I just feel dead right now. My whole back aches and I want a back rub or massage so bad that I'm this close to crying. Not just

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1094707852934389902004-09-08T22:15:00.000-07:002004-09-08T22:30:52.933-07:00

I'm sitting in a friend's room, typing on his slow-ass but aesthetically perfect computer, and watching Mall Rats with a bunch of people I only sort of know. I'm in the middle of a week of classes, looking at a bunch of homework, trying to get into the flow of things which includes fencing, swimming, classes, the aforementioned homework, Mario Kart double dash (which is ridiculously addictive),

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1093964596150525582004-08-31T08:01:00.000-07:002004-08-31T08:03:16.150-07:00

Evan Mowry UMM Mail 248 6oo E 4th St. Morris, MN 56267-2132 I'll get back to you guys when I figure out my phone number. Hopefully you're having an awesome time at school/last few days of summer. I've been having a pretty good time.

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1093613412262174052004-08-27T06:25:00.000-07:002004-08-27T06:30:12.263-07:00

I did post, but the internet went barmy. I dunno about this whole thing. It's interesting, but... Man, I cannot wait for classes to start. Just going to orientation things for three days is going to get REALLY boring. I really want people to visit, but the only people who can visit are very far away. My roomate's cool. His name is josh and he is a recovering opiate-head. He likes Radiohead,

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1092843587217323122004-08-18T08:23:00.000-07:002004-08-18T08:39:47.216-07:00

I am, sad to say, not unique in this post. The sentiment herein is being echoed by hundreds of thousands, I'd imagine, of college freshmen, in some form or another. It feels like 8:00, when you're sitting in an airport after a two hour drive, waiting for your 8:15 flight to board. Deep down, if this was the first time, you'd be anxious, but it seems like the millionth time you've taken the 8:15

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1091339844970159432004-07-31T22:37:00.000-07:002004-07-31T22:57:24.970-07:00

Tonight I had a bad day at work. I got in two fights with the manager (Bekah), and got really angry with Sarah. Also, I left my windows open, and it rained. Then, after I rolled them up, the rear window was open, still, and when I was driving it started sucking all the pressure out of the car and pounding in my ears, and I almost... ...almost... started crying, from a combination of things. Bad

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1091091193648848852004-07-29T01:51:00.000-07:002004-07-29T01:53:13.646-07:00

you know, i originally started posting here to vent. i can't really, anymore. or i assume i can't. they've been played over and over in front of people, but i still want to talk about things. what the hell?

evanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08924243693944480144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5735002.post-1090981798028130632004-07-27T19:18:00.000-07:002004-07-27T19:29:58.026-07:00

Procrastination has once again reared its ugly head, and I've had to really force myself to decide to finally go get the Honda's oil changed, go pay my traffic citation, and figure out the whole college-roommate-classes thing. It's going to be a pain, but it'll feel really good to be done with. Getting new glasses tomorrow. Same frame, same lenses, just new frame. The ones that I have broke in

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