Thanksgiving is over. Wasn't really anything special, since I just had some microwaved turkey here in my dorm room. Now that's roughing it. Shopping is a wonderful thing, unless it no longer involves electronics, then it becomes a torturous exercise in tedium. But at least I picked up some mad dealies on a new hard drive and graphics card. Now I can devote even more space to the uselessness that is freenet. The graphics card is nice, because now I can watch blood splatter on the wall and random corpses doing somersaults with astounding clarity and smoothness. Excellent. But seriously folks, I think that from now on I will be going home for Thanksgiving, because when you and the foreign kid who just doesn't know what's going on are the last ones in the building when they lock the doors, it resonates a terrible feeling of loneliness throughout your heart. At least until you can go and spend way too much money stocking up on tortillas and shredded cheese to be consumed while you joyfully clean your records with the last remaining bottle of vinyl cleaning fluid in all of Denton county! Excelsior, Blonkers never sounded so good.

Today I heard a rather interesting noise, it was something that I could only describe as an electric goose. Not an electronic goose, but more like a regular acoustic goose hooked up to an amplifier with lots of distortion. It was also kind of like the Ad-aware frog death-knell noise. Most intriguing.

Here's an idea: Maybe the Red Sea was just a big slut and thought that Moses was hot. Think about it.

Very nice. Nothing like twelve hours of sleep. And then I get the wonderful news that the class that I woke up for has been canceled as well. Nobody tells me anything anymore. Eh, it's all good. Now I get to spend the next few days just sitting around playing video games. I am going to have to get a ride to Wal-Mart sometime today though, because even though I am not really having a Thanksgiving this year, I'll be damned if I don't get some pumpkin pie. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up some real food as well, because my RA just informed me that there are only three other people left in the building and that all of the cafeterias are going to be closed. Fantastic. Maybe I should have saved that trip home for Thanksgiving after all. Oh well, Christmas break is only another two weeks away. Which reminds me that I still have to put in about twenty-seven hours at the scene shop. I'm pretty sure that isn't going to happen, since they might not even be done today. Christmas Carol has a very complicated set, it looks fancy as hell, but everybody hates that show with a passion. I wonder why? I guess I'll have to audition next year and find out why it's so bad. I suppose I could head off to class now, keeping my fingers crossed that it's canceled though.

Well, that was a fun day. Took a test, met the author of a very good play and then promptly began dozing off right in front of her, and then hung around the scene shop for three hours. I have also discovered that I don't much care for ladders. I'm not afraid of heights or of falling, I just don't like ladders. They don't seem secure, and it is almost like backing down into something that you can't see. Not so pleasant. However, it was well worth it because when I climbed this ladder I was very high above the stage. Quite exciting, and an excellent place to read, write something, or take a nice black and white photograph. Black and white is so much better then color, it's less complicated, which helps the message of the photograph come through without all of the glitter and flashbangs. Now to try and scrounge up six bucks to buy a Univeristy Players shirt. I would be ever so upset if I didn't get one, even though I've only been to two meetings all semester, I still feel that I should get a shirt since I hang out with all the theater people anyway. And then it's off to smoke the hooka and enjoy a pizza on someone else's buck. Ah, free food and a relaxing, smooth smoke. For those of you that don't smoke, this I would recommend, it's very nice. Anyway, we'll have to see about that since I have now been awake for about thirty-two hours. Excellent. Maybe someday I will only need to sleep every other night. Imagine how much more time I could waste, hell I might even get down to doing some school work. Wait a second, I do do my school work, and no one here has any proof otherwise. Oh so tired, so very very tired.... zzzz

Well, it is now about ten in the morning. Looks like I will actually make it and get to class. What luck. Of course I have lost most of my energy now, and there is no way I will be awake through anything, but hey, at least I'll be there. That's more then I can say for some people *cough* my roommate *cough* Anyway, this is about the time that I would usually crash out and sleep through the whole day, only to repeat this horrible process yet again. But today is my day for freedom! I shall break free, they can take our sleep, but they'll never take... OUR PANTS! I'm pretty sure that most people can relate to me on this, the quest for pants is a great and mystical journey through the piles of stuff on your floor. And then when you find some pants, everyone else just sort of looks at you and goes "Man, what are you doing, your already wearing pants, and those aren't pants that you've found, that is a donut I lost like three days ago." And that is when it's time to clean up a bit. That might a good idea to occupy my time while I wait for freenet to give me back some processor cycles. Greedy program. No one ever said free speech was easy. By the way, if anyone is interested in freenet just be forewarned, it is oddly intriguing, because I have uninstalled it about five times now and keep coming back. I think I'm going to stick with this one though, that way I might actually get a successful network up. Fantastic. Well, the pants said they want to eat the donut and all hell just broke loose when the pile of what used to be white clothes on my floor moved in on the pile of random papers and ate it. I think it has almost learned to talk. I'll put up some pictures when it gets around to putting some pants on.

Ah. There we go. Not only did they have mass-produced eggs downstairs, but also mass-produced eggs inside mass-produced toast. Beautiful. I have noticed that people are entirely too unhappy in the mornings. Of course, I may feel a bit differently since this isn't really the morning, it's just a little brighter then usual. Being energetic and twitchy is one of the fun side affects of staying up all night. Fantastic. Yeah, I'm screwed over for the rest of the week, but whatever, it's all good. I got my paper done, had some eggs (this will probably be the only breakfast I have all week) and I am actually going to make it to my economics class, which is always nice when you are having a test. So why not brighten everyone's morning by smiling a bit and actually saying something aside from *yyyyyyyaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!* or whatever yawns sound like to you. Anyway, I need something to keep me awake for another three hours. Study you say? Haha, we still have a great deal to learn don't we. Ugh, another wonderful side effect is that it gets much too hot in my room. Always unpleasant, and because of this contemptable central air, I have little hope for an increase in comfort any time soon. Oh well, still better then the thirty degrees outside. Well, I think I've held out long enough, and now it's time for some Knights of the Old Republic. Ah, that's some good PC gaming.

At the risk of having hundreds of religious nuts (see: everyone who thinks they have a right to tell me what I should be believing in or doing on Sunday morning) pop out of the vents and start singing "jesus loves me" for the umpteenth time (I mean really, how insecure can anyone really be, I think maybe once a year would be often enough to remind yourself that jesus loves you) I am going to muse about what true evil is. Why the sudden turn to philosophy? Eh, no particular reason. I had this site evaluated for evil and it turns out that about 64% of the words here are evil. Can you tell the difference? I can't. They don't seem to be bothering anyone. Why, they look almost like every other word on this page. All black on a white background aren't they? Well, if you can't tell whether or not a simple word is evil what makes anyone think they can take the complex set of chemicals and electricity that we all are and analyze where they are going when all those chemicals slosh to the floor and the electricity runs away to cause a terrible noise in someone's improperly installed record player? Why all the negativity? It is somewhat hard to keep a positive attitude when simply because I walk by wearing a Diablo II shirt I am accosted for my heretical and irreligious ways. Irreligious? I would venture to guess that if a simple shirt which is nothing more than cloth and colors threatens the very core of what you believe in, you might need to do some soul searching and figure out why you are such an idiot. Seriously though, I don't care what anyone believes in, as long as it has nothing to do with messing with me. I'm a friendly guy, 64% evil or not. In fact, I'm nicer then quite a few religious nuts that I know. I'm not going to nail you to anything, or even try to get you to pay for a fifty million dollars glass building. So, despite the fact that the most zealous of you either won't get this far in this post or are simply too afraid of the internet in the first place because it's full of big scary ideas like thinking for yourself and -shocker- naked women! *sigh* Well, I still haven't had my mass-produced eggs so I'm going to go downstairs now. Don't anybody tear themselves apart with conviction to convert me, otherwise I'll have to pay to have the mess cleaned up.

Ah, there we go. I hate how difficult it is to write about something that the person who is going to be grading it is personally involved with. I'm writing this review of The Importance of Being Earnest which was recently put on here, and my play analysis professor happens to be the director. I know he's not looking for a five page kiss on his ass, but I have some built in thing where I have to hedge my bets. You know what I mean, where you can't say something negative without padding it with, "it seems" or "a little bit" so that if they are really upset about something later you have the opportunity to apologize and make them feel better by simply pointing out how unsure you were of how bad it was. This guy has done a lot of work in the theater, so I know that he is used to bad reviews, but man, are we all ever creatures of habit. Oh well. At least my paper is done, and look, its only seven in the morning. Fantastic. At least I can go grab some breakfast in a few minutes. Nothing like cafeteria eggs. I don't know about you, but I think scrambled eggs taste much better when they are mass-produced and covered in salsa. No one seems to get that. Maybe it's because I'm from El Paso, where we find it necessary to put salsa on everything, even in cereal. But it's good, so if there is one thing anyone may ever learn from me it's that you should try to put salsa on things. Besides, Mexico and the U.S. are quickly blending together, so you might want to get yourself ready for some spicy food. I swear, I move just 600 miles to the east and everyone calls ketchup with tomatoes cut up into it spicy. Jesus, it's like I'm in Germany or something. Don't get me wrong, I love German food, hell I am German, how could I not love it? But all they really eat is meat and potatoes. Of course, they have come up with many delicious ways to prepare meat and potatoes, but that is all that they really eat, that and beer. mmmmm. German beer.

So why did I decide to start this thing? Well, first off, read my description, that tells a general reason, but for those of you who are a bit more inquisitive (see: nosy) it is because it is very early in the morning and I am tired of writing a review of my professor's play, so I decided to find something online with which to waste my time. So here I am, perhaps this will give my old typewriter a bit of a rest. Anyway, I stay up real late, well, too late actually, a lot of the time, so I've decided that instead of wasting the random stuff that flows through my head this late at night, I will use it for the greater good of the internet! Well, maybe just to waste other people's time, which, next to porn, is the only real thing there is to do out here in cyberspace anyway.