oh, and in addition, I just want to mention that the google search and website that brings me the greatest number of hits isn't anyone I know's blog, but google searches for the doggyphone that i mentioned is on graham norton's show (this excludes gw people linking from lindsay and kate's blog). I'm telling you, it's the bomb.
oh, and from another google search my blog is located right after this article. I feel a bit disturbed:
You know, one definite negative of knowing a whole lof of debaters and having them as the majority of your friends is that when the weekend comes, most of them are gone, and so you don't have as many potential people to hang out with. Thankfully, I do have a (however slight) social life outside of debate, tonight I am hanging out with Clark, who I lived with two years ago.
On another note, one of my recommendations for the JET programme is going to be written by me, my professor just told me to write it, and he'd sign it.
And finally, I have to say Thursday night was one of the most depressing nights in a long time. I would worry about how the person i was with would feel about me saying that, but I get the feeling that they pretty much feel the same way, so whatev. Just seeing all the people around me was depressing, and I just went home and went to bed without setting the alarm, which made me late for work the next day.
Wait, I think there is something else there, but I'm not sure. oh, well, if it comes to me im sure ill remember it later, but not at an opportune time to put it on the blog. And oh, I wonder what the odds are that no one is going to be posting on the forum this weekend. I imagine pretty good.
edited to add: Oh yeah, I was going to talk about the whole recommendation thing. Ok, I hate it when profs just let you write your own recommendation. Ok, it's a good thing too, I mean, I know myself better than he does, and the prof is a great guy so I don't think he's doing it because he's lazy or anything (especially considering the criteria for the thing i need the rec for, it doesn't involve academic stuff really), but I don't know what the heck I am going to say about myself, and I am really worried and am going to rack my brains over this for a while. Ahh, life's a bitch, eh?
On a final note, there are certain people I just love, and those people are wonderful, hope they're all doing well. There are those who I worry about and question their motives, I hope they make a discovery about who they are and what they do soon. And there are those who know what they are doing and I question the morals of their motives, I hope they fuck off and die or repent now for their self interested, manipulative actions. I don't see the latter happening, so I guess I'm stuck with the former.
you know, i've given him the benefit of the doubt so many times, I've lost count. I've already felt slight pangs of guilt voting for him (even though god knows i wasn't voting for the other two clowns or harry browne), but I just can't take it anymore. The Laffer curve doesn't work, I'm sorry. I mean, i guess there is an argument for the long run, and you can say that increased output from tax cuts mitigates the original revenue losses from the cut or the recession itself, but the net effect is not positive. I mean, you have to have an amazing multiplier effect from money that most americans will probably just put towards paying off previous debt, as opposed to actually investing in anything.
He's an idiot. Drank the kool-aid. Even his father called it voodoo economics, meaningfully and quite derisively. I might have to vote democrat in 2004.
if I had one of those livejournal or ujournal blogs where you put up your mood, I think I would choose exasperated right now, because that is how i feel. I also feel exhausted, and the last thing I want to do is go to my (gosh darn) nighttime Linear Algebra class. I want to go home and go to bed, and if this were a two day a week class, I think i would do that. However, that is not the case, so shit, I have to go. Augh. Ugh, and a whole bunch of other gutteral noises that explain annoyance and pain. anyway, hope you all have a good evening, and may the storm that is metaphorically and, if you are on the east coast, literally hanging over your day pass over and bring a crisp fall afternoon of refreshing clarity.
now it's time for the debate post of the day (which I haven't posted about in a while, Lindsay). You know what, I have no problem if MIT decides they want to let everyone south of NYC go to MIT for free. That's their decision, and its something where I see the merits coming from their side. At the same time, though, when people think this is a perfectly acceptable idea (and it is), they don't have much ground to complain about how tournaments in one region suck life off from tournaments in another region, because they are actively trying to do that. So you either need to accept that is ok and something every tournament must face, or you have to respect the "right" of a tournament to a certain hinterland or something like that (you know what I mean).
Oh, and my being a little ugh about the free thing, that is completely selfish. yup, no doubt about it, and I would imagine almost anyone would feel the same way. But I also don't think there's really going to be much of an impact from it, and I'm not really all that ugh about it, because its not malicious and there's not a heavy impact. I mean, really, Princeton rarely if ever comes to gw because of their high school tournament, we get a few teams from some other schools, and I don't see anyone south of philly really going all the way up there, and if they do then I think they would have rather gone to MIT in the first place, and they will most likely have a more fun weekend than if they had come to GW. Honestly, I could be wrong, but I think everything is going to work out fine.
ok, so I never have coffee but I had some this morning, so after our team's morning meeting at work I had to go to the bathroom. So I walk up to the urinal and get all set to go, and who walks in but my boss' boss, who then walks up to the urinal next to mine and starts talking to me. This gets me all nervous (I don't mind the proximity, but the TALKING!!!) and I just can't start going. So it gets to the point where its been a while, and so I pretend to finish and wash my hands and all that and leave, but now I still have to go to the bathroom! Why do some people feel the need to talk to others when in the bathroom, at least guys anyway? I just can't take it.
man, I am so psyched about this going to japan thing! I've just got to remind myself that this isn't a done deal, and that only 40 percent of people get accepted in the end, but I just cannot get off this cloud about it.
drank beer last night with old friends. something about beer that just makes the night seem more real than when hard liquor is involved
