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| Tuesday, November 16th, 2004 | | 11:38 pm |
| | 9:01 pm |
I wonder what Brad would think of this one...
"No offense, Xeen" says the cute blonde, "but there's no way I would ever f&%$ you." How exactly, I have to wonder, does one not take offense to that? Also, how does one politely ask her to give me back my coat after that? Bah... | | Thursday, October 28th, 2004 | | 11:06 pm |
I am Free! Free as AOL disks and almost as annoying!!
It is as though the weight of a thousand boulders is lifted from my shoulders, as I am no longer an EE major. I withdrew from my doomed courses and shall become a BCS major. I haven't been this happy since February 14th of this year. | | Monday, October 4th, 2004 | | 12:52 pm |
Hey, I'm not dead!
Well, premonitient or not I'm happy to report that I did in fact not die on the day of September 16th 2004. Woot! For mine birthday I did receive a digital camera (oooh, shiny) and my brother has promised my a handle of Captain Morgan's Private Reserve (Rum to ye landlubbers, arr!). Jon (my roommate now) has invited me to go with him to a Ren Faire in Ohio during fall break, should be fun. Recent correspondence has revealed that my lesbian ex-girlfriend (let's call her Sharon E, Hmm no, too obvious, let's call her S. Enav, there we go.) is purchasing condoms bulk rate. As in, by the THOUSAND! What this says about her in general I'm not certain. Dan has had me on suicide watch ever since he found out I'm a Junior year E E. I must go now to motivate Marisa by beating her with sticks until she concentrates. Current Music: Winnoise | | Saturday, July 10th, 2004 | | 9:14 am |
A good day.
On a scale of one to sauce, yesterday was freakin' ravioli. Huge party at Mario's new house and everyone in the Harper/Wyckoff Bradley Smokers crew was there (Well, except Normal Jon and Fiik). Dog and Pirate jon have hair now (sorta, Jon's got an awful widow's peak going) and possibly most important of all, Neo Dan was there! To everyone who's never met Dan he's just pretty damn cool, even though he wears a black trench coat year round and we call him 'The Televangelist' when he gets drunk. Danny Shannon recited a list of his random thoughts which had most of us in stitches. Example: Dogs may be Archangels, here's why... There were lengthy discussions of Shakespeare, Nazism, and the Black Death held by those who either drank little or had high tolerances (i.e, me). Dan began scraping together pocket change when I mentioned to him the aircraft carrier we found on eBay about 4 months ago. Roomie (Dan Sierra) brought his little brother Phillip (who is actually about 18 inches taller than him) and there was much rejoicing. He taught me more interesting combinations of alcoholic fluids that could floor even Pirate Jon. At around 1AM two girls wandered past the house and were invited by those on the porch (most of us) to stay a while and listen. Oddly enough these two recognized me instantly as "That guy who was watching the movie with Clark and Wayne that one time". I haven't hung out with Clark or Wayne for nearly a year and half, and it was dark, and it was a really good movie. I'm amazed I left that kind of impression but it made me feel pretty good. Cristen and I had a lengthy discussion of the concept of the so-called 'nudity buffer' and she was freaked out to discover that every male in the room had a vivid mental picture of what she looked like naked. Zach and Brad were very enthusiastic in their support of my claims. Mario (her boyfriend) was less upset by this than I would have guessed. (For those not familiar with this concept it takes an adult male of reasonable intelligence and imagination no more than 5 minutes after encountering a woman to be able to picture exactly what she looks like naked. Some of you are rolling your eyes at the length of time required but it takes a little while to derive certain aspects, nipple size and coloration for example. Anyway, if the male has not struck up a conversation with the woman before this so-called 'nudity buffer' expires he will never be able to because she is already naked and doing obscene things in his imagination. I attribute this theory to some British sitcom I saw late night on PBS several years ago) Brad and Becca's reunion was... hmmm, I think the less said there the better. Roomie lamented to me that he was completely cut off from porn, his parents stopped paying for HBO, Cinemax, and internet. Poor guy... Now it's time for breakfast. | | Friday, June 25th, 2004 | | 3:23 pm |
First update in about a month
I have been playing lots and lots of Nethack recently, and I've finally gotten good at it. My latest Elven Ranger character has survived to level 22 and is still going strong. Thanks to all of the monsters I've killed and eaten I have the following intrinsic attributes: Fireproof, coldproof, shockproof, poison resistant, sleep resistant, disintegration resistant, magic resistant, permanent invisibility, see invisible, teleportitis, teleport control, ungodly speed, stealth, infravision, and a bunch more. Also my armor is so amazingly over-enchanted I have a combined AC of -45 (For those not familiar with second edition D&D rules, that means that a pre-crisis Superman could hurl the moon at me and would probably miss). In fact, with all these protections I could anger my deity (Mars in this life) and he would fail if he tried to slay me. It is my goal now in this character's life to find Demogorgon (the most feared of the Demon Princes) just so I can throw rocks at him and taunt him. I shall then slaughter him with my blessed +6 Longbow of Artemis. The Amulet of Yendor will be mine! Bwahahaha! (I suppose it's worth noting that retrieving the Amulet of Yendor and escaping alive is the ultimate goal of Nethack) Other news. Jaime came to visit Peoria the other day, that was pleasant. She and her boy-toy Eben stopped by Chez Xeen and Settlers was played. Ooh, that's news I guess, I got a copy of Settlers of Catan (yay!) and the Cities & Knights expansion (double yay!) Also Rebecca Maska will be living in my parents' guest room as of tomorrow, and she will bring her DDR pad with her. She'll be living here at Chez Xeen for about 3 weeks and will be rejoining the Peoria Mage LARP (which, thankfully, has become much less chaotic in the last couple of sessions) That's about it for exciting events in my life, now I'm gonna go watch Road Warrior again before I have to give it back to the video store. | | Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 | | 11:05 pm |
Lyz was right...
So, I just had a look at the trailer video released at E3 for the upcoming Legend of Zelda game. I phrased my exact response as: Holy jumping Jeebus on a pogo stick! This looks like everything I've ever hoped and dreamed for from a Zelda game. It's dark, and sinister, and it looks just flippin' beautiful. Entirely new forms of ass will have to be developed for this game to kick. I'll be the first to defend the Wind Waker, it was fun, it was very well made, and it was an excellent game. The fact still stands that it looked like a cartoon (in a good way) and Link looked like a Pokemon. In this new one the graphics are on par with the Twin Snakes or Metroid Prime. My new icon is a shot of Link off the nintendo website. Go there, look for yourself, see the trailer, and tell me it's not the most fantabulous thing ever. | | Friday, May 28th, 2004 | | 11:44 pm |
| | Thursday, May 20th, 2004 | | 2:46 am |
Good start to the day.
Hmmm, nothing makes for a really good day like having one of your close friends call you a pathetic recluse and then insult your honor. I especially admire how this friend managed to leap from a idle discussion of fantasy stories to belittling my love of gaming and pretty much calling me a liar right to my face. As Great Teacher Largo once said "Video Games are a conduit of the soul. They expand our lives, channel our imagination, test our skillz. It is a medium you are incapable of understanding." It's frustrating when your friends can't understand, or at the very least tolerate, one of the defining aspects of who you are. I'm a gamer, that's the simplest way to describe me, and I'm proud of that. Bah, I need sleep now. | | Friday, May 14th, 2004 | | 3:31 am |
| | Tuesday, May 11th, 2004 | | 5:57 am |
I didn't know there was a 6 AM, what else haven't you told me?
Yawn, it's too early to be writing a journal entry but I guess I will anyways. Exams are done, so life is good. Everyone's moving away, so that's less good. Elizabeth will be hanging around all summer, so I'm happy. There aren't enough hours in a day to spend enough of them with the people you love. I've spent the last few days trying to put aside a few hours with everyone who is special to me so I can say goodbye for the summer in the way that they deserve. If I've missed any of you (I know I have) Know that I wish you the best of luck wherever you are. Despite my best efforts Marisa failed to finish her project on time. Seems that she'll be staying with us a semester more than expected. I'll have to be sure to encourage her to get to work on semester spanning projects BEFORE the week they're due. This may seem like a hopeless case but she is my friend and she asked for my help. Let it not be said that I would refuse to help anyone I call friend in a time of need. That brings me obliquely into my next ponderance. Brad (Whittet) and I had a lengthy discussion the other morning wherein we very critically analyzed the value of chivalry and how it relates to our own happiness. Brad is a graduating psychology major and he raised a number of profound arguments regarding the inherent flaws of paladinly behavior. He has given me much to think about. Yawn, too early, I will speak again of this later. | | Monday, May 3rd, 2004 | | 12:03 pm |
Moving on.
Ok, after that last post a lot of you are probably thinking that I'm depressed and contemplating killing myself or something equally reckless. Let me assure everyone that I'm not going to do anything stupid, that would gain me nothing and cause nothing but more hurt and pain. So, short version of the story is this: Jaime and Jon are dating now. Some part of me wants to feel betrayed and angry, but I can't. Jaime and I never really were anything but friends. I may have wanted more but the truth is we were never really an item so she couldn't leave me if she was never with me. Another part of me wants to feel hurt, but when I look to where there should be pain and isolation I find only an empty void. When Elizabeth broke my heart I saw a thousand futures come crashing down and and it hurt like my left arm was missing. I don't feel any of that now. Was I only infatuated with Jaime? I've had a crush on her on and off again for almost two years now. Surely infatuation would have passed, so what was I feeling? I'm just going to do absolutely nothing. I'll keep living my life the exact same way I did before the weird dream and Jon's clumsily worded and evasive announcement. Jaime and Jon are two of my best friends, and I'm glad they have fun together. I have no right to interfere with them, so I'll just sit back, study for my exams, and look forward to being reunited with my babies (by which I mean the game consoles I left at home). Sleep time... | | 3:01 am |
Based on events that transpired between 11PM and 2AM this morning, I have decided that I shall post the inscription mentioned in my previous entry a little ahead of the promised schedule. In my dream... my tombstone... which I wrote the inscription for myself before telling the one that I love to run for her life and never look back... said this: -------------------------- | | Eric Lucas Micheal Wills | | Born: September 16, 1983 | | "Someday you'll make some | lucky girl very happy" | -Everyone he ever loved | | | Died alone: | September 16, 2004 | --------------------------- Feel free to analise this your heart's content. Now, I'm going to get some sleep, because by God I need it. | | Sunday, May 2nd, 2004 | | 11:38 am |
I had a dream...
About three nights ago I had a dream wherein I forsaw my own death. I have told a couple people about it but now I'm ready to post it on my journal. So here it is: For reasons never clearly explained I am in a cavernous place with Lady Elizabeth and Joseph Taylor. As we wander the tunnels we are suddenly confronted big a big flaming demon thing with horns and spikes and claws and big nasty pointy teeth enshrouded in flames. With a look somewhere between dismay and annoyance I produce a pen and paper and jot something down quickly. I give this note to Joe and tell him and Elizabeth to run. Joe stands with an expression of "WTF mate?" And I yell at him "I know you have issues with taking orders but this could be the last thing I ask of another human being, now take care of Liz and get the hell out of here!" Then as the others flee down one of the tunnels I draw a pretty keen sword from over my shoulder and charge headlong at the demon thing. (who has been standing patiently waiting throughout this, though he has been growling and roaring a lot) Vision fades to black. Vision fades back in: I see my own tombstone at my funeral where friends and family have gathered to mourn and there's generally a lot of weeping going on. It's overcast, but not quite raining, somewhere with rolling green hills and modest grey tombstones all around. I read the inscription on my stone and I know at once that it is what I wrote on the note I gave Joe. I can also clearly see the dates on the stone but the inscription is too depressing and dark so I'm not going to post it. The dates are: "September 16, 1983 - September 16, 2004" so if I'm still alive after my next birthday I'll post what the inscription I wrote was. Now I need breakfast, for I LARP today. | | Friday, April 30th, 2004 | | 4:23 am |
PSA's have a resounding effect!
Jaimene has demonstrated that the PSA has worked by asking me not to mention something discussed or seen this evening. Now, because of this simple request, I won't go blabbing about her private affairs like an indiscreet dolt. You do get to know that it is quite amusing but she would rather tell others of it at her own pace. Public service announcements get *results*. So remember, if you don't want me to talk about it, tell me to not talk about it and I won't. In other news, differential equations suck and Metroid: Zero Mission is my b****. | | Thursday, April 29th, 2004 | | 11:02 am |
Public Service Announcement
Attention ladies, friends, the universe in general: If you ever do or say anything in my presence that you DON'T want me to relate to other people, TELL ME not to talk about it. I have a poorly developed sense of discretion (though I am incredibly deceitful about myself, I'm not as adept at reading others.) and I can't read your minds. If you don't want to mention something to anyone tell me to "keep this quiet" or that this is "just between us" or thank me for not mentioning it or *something*. 5:00 AM is far too late to be working on anything and I am exhausted from helping my friend Kittywhisker work on her project. I eventually wussed out at 5 but I know she still had lots of work to do. Today I'll be helping her again by standing behind her with a kendo shinai and bopping her whenever she gets distracted. Eventually she will either get the paper done or die of cerebral hemorrhages(which would be sad) but either way I'm getting some SLEEP tonight. I tried to stop in on my favorite artists this morning as I had received intelligence revealing that senor Buttsmear would be absent. Unfortunately the girls were nowhere to be found and Elizabeth was too busy for idle chitchat. Bah, another time I suppose. Now, I must nap. 4 hours of sleep is not enough. | | Friday, April 23rd, 2004 | | 1:58 pm |
| | Thursday, April 22nd, 2004 | | 3:47 pm |
I am, once again, blue collar...
Although the shirts this year are red... whatever. I have returned to O'Brien Stadium to perform one of the cushiest jobs I know of: I get to sit on my ass with my Gameboy in the air conditioning munching nachos 95% of the time I'm working. Free money, with the opportunity to embezzle... (bad Xeen, no biscuit!) Digital design sucks, but at least it's over now, maybe I'll post some photos of my project later. For now I will resort to stunt weasel analogies to describe it: Though the stunt weasel we designed functioned admirably and performed flawlessly, it was physically incapable of stopping. Overall about 80% functionality. Compaared to last semester's "not only dead but, in fact, on fire" stunt weasel. This is a dramatic improvement. Time to go to work. | | Sunday, April 18th, 2004 | | 3:25 am |
Trials and temptations of the paladin
There are a very few times in a person's life when they need to make a decision about who they are, what they stand for, and what really matters to them. Tonight was one such night, and though events unfolded that I shall keep to myself (and I thank those involved for their discretion) I made a decision that I think I can be proud of. I don't regret the choice I made, and I am all the more a paladin for what has come to pass. On a lighter note, Punisher kicked ass! There was occasionally a bit too much gore for my tastes but having recently seen Fight Club, it's not all that bad. Thomas Jane might seem a bit light to be the punisher but he carried the role well and Travolta was, as always, an excellent villain. I declare the Psi Phi away mission a rousing success and I digitally high-five all involved. Stripping the furniture in the Psi Phi/MCS/Order of Xeen office is turning out to be a slow and expensive process and we are seriously considering alternatives. Suggestions are welcome. I need sleep now. (Maybe, Harper is like a sauna! It's too f***ing hot in here!) | | Thursday, April 15th, 2004 | | 2:25 pm |
Life rolls on
Hmmm, nothing too important to post today. I'm just sort of sitting around waiting for a group project meeting. Technically it's not a group product but us engineers are lazy so we share code to get our work done sooner. I played Ninja Burger with Jaime and inducted her into Psi Phi yesterday (sort of, she's not an official member until next week, but she plans to attend again so she's practically in). After Psi Phi we watched "The Gamers" yet again though this time with the Psych analysis commentary playing. It was hilarious, more freudian imagery than I've ever seen compacted into a one hour movie. Also, Don, Jon, Meaghan and I played Munchkin during the film. Good times. Late in the evening (about 1:30AM) Jaime asked me to walk her to the gas station because she didn't want to go alone. It was my paladinly duty to escort the lady and I got Mike and Ikes (Candy, glee!) Ooh! My best friend on the face of the earth called me the other day! Ashley Smith, he and I go way back, and for someone who's moved around as much as me, that's saying a lot. He and I talked for the better part of an hour, about life, the universe and everything. Apparently there's a pretty little thing he's got his eye on back home, nudgenudgewinkwinksaynomore. That sly dog, it's about time too. (Of course, I'm one to talk) Lab time, gotta go. |
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