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Tuesday, September 3, 2002, 08:02 p.m. - Update on the life of me

Okay, due to poopy-headedness on the part of the Deadjournal servers, just one, very pitas-y entry tonight. How have I been? Pretty good. Yessir. Pretty good. Two days after that last entry, I turned 18, and hence, I be an a-dult. HA! I can do what I want! I can drive when I want! I can buy lotto tickets(I did, and won $4!)! WOOO! *Basks in his age* For said birthday, I got a trip to the state fair, some money, and ...not much else. Which is fine, 'cause I asked for money :), which I have since partially blown on... what else? Video games. Mario Sunshine has, in the last 5 days, rocked my world. You know the deal... "Oh. I've been playing for 3 straight hours. Just one more Shine..." Yah. Aside from that, much time has been spent at the DDRcades, splitting time now between the not-quite-as-holy grail at Century and the the two bee-yootiful machines at Golfland. Fun times. Blahhhhh... ten days 'til I leave! ICKKKKKK. Talk to y'all later!

Thursday, August 22, 2002, 03:41 p.m. - I'm not dead...

Okie-dokie. This heralds my great and oh-so-very-glorious return to the world of the blogs. Part two. For my first e-messages of August(and July), check the DJ, or link "Another me" there on the side. Anyhoo,

What else did I do these past months? Ahh, yes. Movies. Enough movies to choke a dozen large canines to death. As of now, I have seen what has become my favorito movie of ALL time, Lilo and Stitch, nine times in theaters, paying for an award-winning five of them. Fear me. Or call me a loser, that works too ;) Oh, and the other thing, August. The entire month to date can be organized into two things: Hawaii and parties. Not that there weren't parties in the H state(Aug 1-13), but the last seven days have been stuff days, and lordy almighty I need SLEEP. But, Hawaii. 6-ish days each, Big Island and Kauai in that order. This marked the first time I've been in a big plane (cessna, SLO, late July) since Florida, 3 years 1 month 19 days 22 hours 50 minutes ago-ish. Yah, a life I need, mm-hm. Some of my thoughts from our 50th state:

Aug 2: Landed at Kona airport, walked on the tarmac at 3-ish PM. It's hot.
Aug 3: Dallied around on some ATVs. It's hot.
Aug 4: Took a boat to the ocean. It's hot.

And so on. You get the idea. Returned from the hot place, started the parties. In the past seven days, I've been to three birthday parties, a concert, a lan party, the Jelly Belly factory, and San Francisco, from which I just returned. Oy. Still to come: The amazing Eighteen-age of ME, a day at the State Fair, St. Albans starting up, and a little thing called college. But, for now, I'm gonna do what I've done best this summer: have fun. Be happy. Peace out, thanks for listening, I'll see ya when I see ya, which, if I'm bugged like I have been, will be in a blog entry, tomorrow or something. Tootles!

Wednesday, June 26, 2002, 09:01 p.m. - I make no excuses.

Yea, it's been a while again. But hey, not too much has happened. My summer has been mostly little things with friends, chores at home, doing nothing at home, and movies. OK, so the movies have been good. Current tally is 6 Episode IIs, 2 each of a lot of movies, and a few forgettables (SCOOBY-DOO). Tomorrow is the second movie hop of the summer, this one at Auburn! Only 5 films though, 4 of which I've seen. In other me-news, went to Sunsplash(still practicing my uber-DDR song, MAX300... gonna beat it soon) a few times, Marine World once, grad parties, etc. Upcoming trips include Lassen for the first weekend of July and a Cal Poly thing late that month. One other nice tidbit: my official drivers license came today, complete with one of the worst pictures of me ever. But hey, ID is ID. More details on the housework in Deadjournal, as soon as the blasted site lets me back in. Bye for now...

Sunday, June 9, 2002, 10:48 p.m. - OH MY, IT'S JUNE!

Bigger oops than before!!! Okay, so Pitas needs an entry every now and again too. Remember, Deadjournal's more often updated('cause it opens a program for me; pitas is lazy like me), so check there too. Okay, what's happened since that last one? Oh. Stuff. A little bit o' Graduation, methinks! Yep. I'm a college boy now. All done with the high school thing. Worst part about graduation: The Tie. I dislike ties. Why do we willingly put nooses around our necks again? Being formal should not require a silk leash. Best part: Graduation presents. My lil' bro gave me a Game Boy, which has sucked far too many of my precious minutes away so far. Give it time, that'll quick become hours, then days. With the rest of the presents(CASH!!!), I continued to make my dreams come true by going on a teensy(read: $400) shopping spree at Best Buy, picking up a few other gametoys. Hello summer. Let's chat.

Little other note for last week: Tuesday I passed my driver's test! Wahoo Whoopie! But driving alone is boring... Oh well, the radio can be as loud as I want. And I want it loud. Yeah.

That was last week. This is now. Now, it's Sunday night before a week of too damn much fun. Of the next 7 days, only 2 have nothing major planned. Other than that, we've got Sunsplash tomorrow, Marine World, Party here, party there, and parties everywhere. In fact, today was the third day in a row of parties. Which deserves its own paragraph...

*Party report for the weekend of June 7-9*
Firstly, Bryan's grad party. That's a lot of relatives. Fun times, good food, the works. The next day, my little impromptu party. More sugar than you could shake a stick at. Our pool is officially open for the summer, inflatable castle and all. And it's warm!
Which brings us to today's party. Tara's, at the Sutter Club in downtown Sacto. LONG solo drive with a busticated radio. No CDs, no laptop... blah. Anyway, Sutter Club. Upon entering the *private parking garage*, I realized that somebody put a lot of money down for this party. Oi, that place is niiiiice. Ever feel like you're in a place that's wayyyyy above your class? Oyah. I was afraid to *stand*, fearing I was damaging the nice nice floorboards. Having people waiting on you doesn't help, let me tell you. "No, don't take my plate. Let me feel like I can do something..." Ah well, fun party nonetheless. Met a guy with great dreams and the hyperactivity to accomplish them. That's a great situation all around. Which brings us up to...

Now. 11:00 PM on a Sunday night. At the end of a bloomin' long entry. See you next time, and I'll make it sooner than last time ;) Tootles!

Saturday, May 18, 2002, 11:58 p.m. - Oh my, it's Sunday

Well, wasn't yesterday fun? I feel productive. Finished the school litmag(FINALLY!), went to Fry's and bought all the widgets and doobobs needed for a computer, and saw Star Wars again. I'm still averaging once a day since it's release! Now, I'm looking at the clock and thinking, "it's late." I hate the way time catches up to you like that. Ah, well, just had to pass on those little notes for now. Sometime soon I'll describe the comp I'm building(more HD space than is legal in 35 states) and the litmag(yes, it's been proofread). Tootles for now!

Tuesday, May 14, 2002, 09:21 p.m. - FREEDOM!

Yes! My last test was yesterday, I'm OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL! And what does he do? Where does he go with the freedom given to him? That's right: he goes to school. Not my school, mind you; St. Albans, where I watched a bunch of little kids attempt to figure out the scrolling arrows I live by. Funny stuff. Also on the freedom menu is my seriously major nerdage tomorrow, which involves an unhealthy amount of waiting for an unhealthy amount of Star Wars. Oh, there is that small matter of my *cough* senior project, but... all in due time. There's a this and a that and a other thing to do in the coming days, so we'll see how everything goes. Right now, though, I wanna goof off. I'm tired of writing, even if this is the only thing that could be called "writing" I did today. TTFN!

Monday, May 6, 2002, 07:07 p.m. - Mr. Rogers is a Dead Man

And just like that, the English AP is over. An entire year of classes for a three-hour test. Fun, no? And I had to write an entire essay about someone I labeled a sex offender the day before...gah. Oh well, after the calculus AP tomorrow(ICK), my classload drops off ...considerably. And one week from right now, I'll be done with actual school. Yum, no? But, I'll miss a lot. I won't get to see my friends every day, for one. Blah to that. I mean, I get bored at home every night... how bad will it get during the day? Well, we'll just have to see, I guess. In that way, I'm kinda *not* looking forward to summer. But alas, it comes with the freedom, it seems. To all of you: we're getting together a LOT over the summer. Gotta make up for the times I won't see you all next year. So there. Ta ta for now!

Monday, April 29, 2002, 06:44 p.m. - !!! It's been long again!

Hey wow, I forgot about these blog-things again. OOPS. OK, I'm finishing off a four-day weekend. Hee! Kept myself occupied though... Did a LAN party thing from Friday to Saturday. Lots of food, games, cucumbers, and Omaha Beach. Zero sleep. Crashed, spent most of Sunday in a coma. 'twas fun. And today... today was the official senior ditch day. I lazed around this morning, and went to my kids for the afternoon. Today's overriding theme was DDR. The pads went to daycare with me(preschoolers and dance pads look funny together), my arcade's about to get better, and then some. And so ends my weekend of fun, and work resumes. Holy crap, only 7 days until the APs... blarg.

Sunday, April 21, 2002, 06:16 p.m. - Sniffing Hair Gel Can Be Hazardous to Your Health

OK, I'm officially scared of the hairstylists. I was subjected to their wrath yesterday. As my hair is... what it is, I don't like them much to begin with. Waste of time. But, this time was different. As she was working, she asked me what my job was. When I told her I was a high school senior, she was surprised. She honestly thought I was something like 22! And furthermore, she and her coworkers thought *I* was hot! WHAT THE HELL?!? Only one of them was even near my age, and it certainly wasn't the one working with my head. She had just finished telling me about her 19-year-old SON! I was in a very peculiar position for the rest of that haircut, thinking they were all getting high off hair junk fumes or something. And just to make it worse, THEY PUT GEL IN MY HAIR!!! My hair does it's own thing. It neither needs nor wants outside help. OK, done with my hair rant now. Ta-ta for now. :P

Monday, April 15, 2002, 09:15 p.m. - Impassioned Plea Time

Hey all you peeps(Lene and Vly especially): Help me out here! I am SO sick and tired of this "Pitas Page" crap. I wanna change it to something, well, ME. 'cause I'm not plaid. But, well, there's a few troubles: 1) my total lack of artistic talent and 2) my need for HTML knowledge. If I could have this up by May, that would rock. Think it over, or I'll do it myself. For anyone else who'd like to help, I'm always available(and unfortunately, I mean that) at AIM name TheAuburnite. Consider yourselves warned... ;)

Sunday, April 14, 2002, 07:49 p.m. - Wahoo whoopie!

Hey... yeah, it's been a while again, hasn't it? OOpsie. Well, I haven't blogged 'cause nothing's happened. Oh, I would've blogged last night, but, well, I got seriously tired. And I got home at eleven. Why? 'Cause yesterday was my brother's make-up birthday party, held with two friends at Marine World. I *seriously* love MW in the springtime. Crowd-free. No lines, anywhere. The animals weren't ready to start the season, though... I'd never seen an elephant do that in a show before (BIG grin). But, yeah... it felt really good to be doing the things I love the most(riding roller coasters, playing with kids, etc.) again. I'd been feeling ...pretty down lately, and that helped. A lot. So, yeah. We had fun, we got home late. It's nearly time to go tonight. I hope you all had a great weekend, and have a great week!

Wednesday, April 10, 2002, 09:34 p.m. - More!

Since I'm not being chatted up right now, I guess I'll blog. Nearly done with my little tale...

Quick catch-up: it's nearing the end of the day. Bryan's still not accepted. We're feeling down. After discussing all the options, we go to the admissions office to get an application for summer admission; it was the *day* after those forms were due, but he had yet to recieve his bad news at home, so how could he have known? The people there directed him to Cindee, a high-up person on the staff. She talked to us, and gave him an app, saying she'd make some calls so it would be possible. With that, we return to the art department, where the director was finally there! Bryan goes in, and comes out less than 5 minutes later. Apparently, the art director has a rather large paintbrush up his ass, because he wouldn't even *look* at his portfolio, saying "it wouldn't do anything." That wasn't the point; the objective was to get some criticism. But hey; some people just don't get it. On that rather unpleasant note, we go back to the admissions office, to make sure summer was even a possibility.

Life is pretty much sucking at this point. We(at this point, my mom and brother were tagging along too) were *not* feeling the love. But hey, summer(if possible) is better than nothing, right? So we go into Cindee's office, and we all sit down. She turns to Bryan. "If you could enter any major besides art for the summer semester, what would you choose?"
"Ummm... English."

"You got it. For FALL." To this moment, I can't believe she said that. Essentially, she gave Bryan a blank check for majors for fall semester. She gave him her phone number and a Friday, 5PM deadline to choose a real major. I swear, if I were a little less self-conscious, I would've started cheering right then. As it was, we waited until we were out of the building. Oh, it was a glorious moment, one which I won't soon forget. Dinner that night was a celebration, at the Planet's Best Italian Restaurant. Not it's real name, but MAN was it good. So concludes the best day of the trip, and one of the best days of my and Bryans' lives. The rest of the trip, soon. :)

Monday, April 8, 2002, 06:15 p.m. - *beep* *boop* normality returns in 5...4...3...

Yeah... sorry I haven't updated here in a while, my life kinda got turned upside down. If you don't already know what I'm talking about, you don't want to. What's done is done. So anyway, that next chapter in my Spring Break...

...just checked, it *has* been a while. So, Tuesday. We woke up in San Luis Obispo, and went to the college. Bryan and I went directly to the Administrations office, where after a whole bunch of legalese we got a straight answer... Bryan was not accepted to Cal Poly. We were crushed; we'd made so many plans on the basis that he'd get in. His grades are stellar and his SATs are nothing to laugh at; the only possible problem was in the art portfolio, which he put a lot of work into. So, rather than go on the tour with us, he went to the Art department and ...waited.

After the first tour, we caught up with him; nobody was there yet. We went on the second tour, and still nobody had talked to him. I don't need to tell you how we were feeling. Hopeless, no? There is a light at the end of this tunnel. Tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 3, 2002, 05:50 p.m. - BORED!

All righty, if you're looking for part three of my epic journey(HA!), you'll have to head for the dead. Journal, that is, found here, 'cause I'm writing about my nothing-day today. I knew I'd be late for school today, no matter what, because I had to do a college thing. Unlike most places, my college does *NOT* guarantee housing. There's less beds than freshmen, so it's first come, first serve. The website was opened up at 8AM today, so I was there at 8:01 with three computer-guns blazing. Even with that, I was competing with thousands of others at the same time, so I didn't get in 'til something like 11. Some reading/form filling-out followed, and lo and behold, by noon I was ready to head for school! Umm... it's noon. Yeah, right. I spent the remainder of my day being bored as hell and *GASP* cleaning my room! Like, yay. So, that was my day. Social life, where did you go? Come back! Sit! Stay! Good boy.

Tuesday, April 2, 2002, 09:30 p.m. - The Break of Champions, continued

...so if you're here, hopefully you've already read the first half of this ( read me! ), so here we go. Picking up where we left off...

...and so, having survived the trip there, we went to Marine World for a few hours, then headed for San Luis Obispo, here on known as SLO. *CREEPY EVENT NUMBER TWO* I was given the opportunity to drive! Normally, I don't mind driving, but this was NOT fun conditions. One: night. Two: I drove the Cuesta Grade, which is a drive down the side of a friggin' mountain. Three: The sides of the road were closed, under construction. So no shoulders. Four: My friend and brother were in the back seat, enjoying the luxuries of our Expedition(read: TV), effectively blocking the rear view mirror. So, I drove the damn thing my way. Two lanes going my way? Oh no. That's one friggin' huge lane. I double-laned the entire way down, which was mighty fun. Where was I? Oyah, arrival. *Exquisite* dinner, followed by good sleep. Day one is complete. Day two when I feel like blogging again. So there. ;)

Saturday, March 23, 2002, 12:19 p.m. - And what a day it was

Bryan(friend-person) sure knows how to start a spring break. I spent last night and a little bit of this morning with him, and I'm dead tired because of it. So I got to his house at about 4PM, and we watched Blade on DVD. Good stuff. Shortly after that, we went to the arcade, 'cause he needed to show me the new toys they'd gotten. They've got a new machine, think DDR with your hands, which would be a lot more fun if you didn't look like a doofus doing it. Oh well... We then headed to the theater, where we saw Blade II opening night. Good, mindless fun. The plot(there was one, I guess) is so convoluted that you just sit there and marvel at Blade's uncanny ability to shoot everything in sight. Yum. Back to the arcade 'til they closed, then off to my place, where I arrived at 1:30 and promptly collapsed into slumber. All in all, not a bad day at all..

Monday, March 18, 2002, 07:52 p.m. - More about me

Tonight's entry focuses on my biggest gripe, but also makes me something of a hypocrite. One thing I hold rather near and dear is effeciency. The most annoying thing my parents do on a regular basis is come into my room, ask me a question, and upon leaving, allow the other parent to enter the room and ask the SAME DAMN QUESTION. I dislike repeating myself. A lot. Yes, it's kind of stupid. Oh well. Who am I to complain about effeciency anyway? My family puts forty+ miles on two SUVs every day. Oh well, it still bugs me. So there.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002, 07:47 p.m. - A little bit about me...

I've been doing some serious soul searching lately, and realized a few things about myself. I kinda knew them already, but wasn't quite willing to believe that I was so committed to them, or that I'd always be that way. I do now. This is part one of at least two.

If you know me at all, you know I have a love for computers, technology, and general stuff like that. I took that, looked at my life, and realized how much I live in the future. I *really* hate all my history classes: to me, there's no point. It's happened. For the good: it happened once, no need to do it again. For the bad: let's work now and in the future to make sure it never happens again. I don't live in the past, or even the present: I'm always and only looking at the future. The future of computers, which will continue to make our lives better; the future of human relations, and how we'll hopefully get along someday; and the future of my personal life, and what I'll do when I can. I'm out of my time, and I always will be. It's got good sides and bad: in the sense that things like technology and communication and whatnot will only improve with time, I'm an optimist. In the sense that I never can truly appreciate where I came from or where I am now, I'm sort of a pessimist. It, like everything else, goes both ways.

If you've gotten to this point, thank you for reading this, and I hope it makes at least a little sense. Expect more tomorrow night. :)

Monday, March 11, 2002, 04:20 p.m. - Everything to everyone

Yep, I'm ranting again. I don't like the way I'm treating this journal. In fact, I don't like the way I'm treating my friends either, which is the purpose behind this. My two main friends at school don't get along, but both want my constant attention. Although normally I feel like I'm giving it to both of them, today I know I screwed up. I feel like no matter what I do, one of my friends is going to go home crying. I can think of two solutions to this: 1) drop one friend entirely, or 2) get them back together. Option one is simply not possible. I refuse. Option two... well, I've tried. I created too big a gap a few months ago, one which I just can't seal. Any more ideas out there? All I want is for everybody to be happy... is that so wrong?

Friday, March 8, 2002, 04:42 p.m. - well, Shit.

Yes, that's Shit with a capital S. S as in screwed up. As is usual when I'm tired(I think I mentioned this once), a smaller-than-expected thing can set off a serious mood swing. It swung when the hacky sack we were playing with got stuck on another roof. By me. Again. The only difference this time is that this one was special. Greeeat... If you read this, Kurt, I'm sorry. I think you knew that, but... yeah. I'm gonna be making up for this one for a while, I think. Just like everything else I'm always making up for. Perhaps I'll write an update later, after I get home to a packageless doorway. I've given up entirely on the system. The world's not supposed to work like this. Fin for now.

Wednesday, March 6, 2002, 07:26 p.m. - When it all falls in

I knew when I woke up that something was wrong with today. Well, I was right, but I'm still not quite sure why. I'm sitting here, alone, and I know it. Stupidity can come in many forms, some being written. You know who you are: sorry. I'm tired, frustrated, angry, and sad all at once right now, and I think I might just want to be left alone for the night.

Tired: Sleep was...strange last night. Nevermind.

Frustrated: I think the mailman just hates my guts or something. I'm waiting for two packages and four messages right now, and they're all late. One package is *very* late, as it was sent on February 12th.

Angry: FEBRUARY FUCKING 12TH!!!

Sad: school was a bummer. I'm feeling inferior to everyone again, and I *hate* it. Especially in the one place where I *am* inferior. Plus, my kids at the day care I go to are starting to dislike me. I don't need this.

So, there I am. In a word, those moods combine to "dejected". I don't need any special support, nor do I want any; I just want everyone to treat me like a normal person for at least a day, not some sort of sub- or super- human creature too unusual to be spoken to normally. Or is that too much to ask?

Monday, March 4, 2002, 07:54 p.m. - Whoopsie

Hello again,

Seems that I haven't updated this guy in a while. So sue me. I'm here now, and I'm not gonna move 'til I fix my little lack-of-entry problem, so LUCKY YOU! :) An update on the last 3 days of my life: day one - busy. day two - busy. day three - busy. Oh yes, for a single guy from Auburn, I do get around. And still more to come; this weekend will include babysitting and more of the "busy" from days one and two from above. On the plus side, my ddring(not dancing, I'll admit it now) skillz have now achieved a level that scares me. If you want details, IM me for it. Also, I'm going behind my parents' backs for a change. This is the first ebay auction I won(buy it now) without their even knowing. May not sound like much to most of you, but I'm one hellishly straight-arrow kid. I'm getting back into all my best habits... passed the 300K neopoints mark tonight too! WHEE! This month has been one of the best ever so far for me. I'm gonna go now, before I say something that could ruin that. Buh-bye! ;)

Friday, March 1, 2002, 11:01 p.m. - Archivey goodness

Right... My grand attempt at archival has just made a mess. I made another entry tonight... it's with the archive. Just head out to the link over there and take a look.
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