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Month: August 2002

my friends come and go… but enemies follow me


A while back while out with Brian and a bunch of people, I met was this one girl who I will call Girly McRudegirl because I have no idea what her real name is. The first thing she did was kick me and tell me, using shorter and more profane words than I care to use, that I was “screwing” everything up. She proceeded to scowl at me during various intervals and such.

Now that I’m living in Urbana I figured I’d never see Girly McRudegirl again (well, I never thought about it, but it was one of those back-of-the-head assumptions I suppose).

This proved true until, well, the day before classes started when Girly McRudegirl magically appeared out of nowhere and greeted my small group of people I know here. Just scowled at me, more or less.


how evil…

Living ‘in the city’, or at least as much as the Shorewood-Joliet area can be considered as such, I take certain things for granted.

Indoor plumbing. All my teeth. Literacy.

I’ve realized a lot of differences between even my pseudo-city life and that of my new home, Urbana.

First off, I always — always — have a deep inner desire to yell out ‘yee haw’.

Second off, I take highway exits for granted.

“Highway exits?” you may ask. Yes.

See, on the way down to Urbana exits are not as plentiful as they are, say, on the way up to Chicago. The later has exits every, say, 3 miles average. The former has exits approximately every 30 miles.

So if one is driving a 1999 Ruby Perl Nissan Sentra and has about one gallon of gasoline left (which I should add is when the gas light illuminates), they probably could crank it to the next exit.

But then comes in the third thing I take for granted — gas stations. Apparently gasoline is a delicacy they can only afford at about every other exit.

So that 1999 Ruby Perl Nissan Sentra can make it to the next exit, yes. But sadly I found out when in the situation the only thing besides corn at that exit was a big store proudly titled, or maybe proclaiming, or maybe just describing itself — “ADULT”.

Thankfully there was another exit in 18 miles. Thanfully I did not have to push my car for any of those miles as I pulled into a service station just as my car was running out of gasoline.

Don’t take things for granted. Except, apparently, pornography. That really is everywhere.

what i’d ultimately like to do

So my idea, from maybe a year ago — but I should make it clear I have yet to do anything for — would be to write a book, day by day, via blog system. It would not have anything to do with the blog or anything like that — it would just be a way to post that day’s work and let people read it as I go along. One day… one non-lazy day… I will do this.

In the mean time, I think I’ll at least start doing my Writing Prompts online.

I’ve been coding more. I keep backslashing quotes and special characters on accident, only to catch it a sentence later.

MovableType, the system I use to blog, desprately needs a speel [sic] checker.