Song of the moment: Goo Goo Dolls - Iris "And I don't want the world to see me, cuz i don't think that they'd understand. When everything is made to broken, I just want you to know who I am."

Work is actually getting hard. Monday, i was pullin my hair out all day long, because the usual web posters (my boss and this three year co-op) were both out. So my boss Jeff basically just said alright, you're doing postings, good luck figuring it out.

And i'm like, psha, html, whatever. I go to the first email request and wtf, all the links were made in FLASH. I'm like, crap, don't tell me that I have to make new flash buttons.. so i spent the next hour trying to do that. Jeff calls and I started bitchin about it. Turns out there's a flash link maker on Dreamweaver. My god.

What's up with everyone gettin all googly about finding a special someone? I mean, yea, i'm guilty of it myself, but you know, when I see everyone else and how they're acting.. makes me want to stop. So from now on, I'm gonna shut up about that shit... not that I post that kind of stuff on this blog anyway. So yea, only like 2-3 people are gonna ever hear me talk about lovey dovey stuff... nobody else needs to suffer through it.

Blast from the past:
This was an email I wrote to all my friends back when I was a freshman in college... what I'd like to refer to as the pre-blogger years. It's kinda long.. but a bunch of people have requested that I post it up, so here it is!

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It's 7 am, i'm doin laundry... i am full nocturnal now...

I went out for a "breathe of fresh air"... and guess what happens? two.. not one, not three, but two birds fly into the lobby area of my dorm. I'm like... woah.. And i'm kinda sad cuz i know they're too dumb to get out... and the place is full of windows... and... they like windows... cuz they kept flying into them...

But anyways.. i had to get them out, i couldn't just let them suffer in there and play with the windows. So lucky there's this huge long stick in the lobby. And i remember when i first got to drexel, i was like.. what the heck is the point of that stick that always sits there? Well, i figured it out today.. it's good for beating the crap out of the birds.. Syke, i'm kidding.. But i used the stick to harrass the birds so they could fly around and maybe find the door.

And the desk attendent, she's flippin out the whole time. Screamin stuff like, oh my god, waaaaaahhhhh,, ahhhhhhh, you know... stuff like that. Yea, that's gonna help the birds find the door... But anyways... on with the story.

So i'm over here trying to get the birds out.. and they are pissin me off. They keep flying to the same two places... On opposite sides of the lobby. So this is basically the most exercise i've gotten in the past month. Puts a whole new meaning to the phrase, morning exercises.

And finally, the one bird hits the window for the 70th time and falls to the ground. I wave my hands over it and stuff, and i try to get it to stay down on the ground.. and it works.. and he flys out the door. I dunno how to describe the way he was flying... I guess i could say it was something like "YESSSSSS, FREEDOMMMM!!!!"

And the second bird. He's dumb. No, he's more then dumb. He's an idiot (no relation to al gore's idiocy). He's a moron too (no relation to Bush). This bird, he's like, flyin into windows and trying to fly away, and then back at the window. And he keeps going to the same two corners of the building. And i'm just thinkin.. uhh... if i was a bird, and i fly to the same two places.. and they led nowhere, i would kinda like.. you know.. fly somewhere else. But NO, this bird isn't me. sigh.. noone can ever be me.

Finally i just decide that i'm gonna keep harassing it and chasing it around like a stupid guy with a big stick until it gets really tired and can't fly anymore. Man, that was a mistake. This bird had more energy then the energizer bunny on speed. I was so tempted to just take the stick and aim for him, hit him, and drag his unconcious flopping bird body out of the friggin place.

So it's burning calories, i'm burning calories, the screaming desk clerk is burning calories (from screamin, duh). And nothing is getting accomplished. Finally it just got tired. It's mouth was all open, and it was like.. panting and stuff.. and i cornered it.. and caught it with my bare hands. Seriously, no thought of strangling the bird from causing me this pain ever crossed my mind. When it was in my hands, it was one of the greatest feelings. I just felt so gentle. And it was so fragile, and scared silly... and probably retarded from hitting the window so many times. I just wanted it to be safe and free.

So i took it to the desk clerk... you know, to tease her.. and make her scream one last time. Yea.. that was fun... I got alot to talk to her about for the rest of the school year. Maybe make pidgeon noises whenever i see her.

So i take the bird outside.. and i find a nice tree, to show it that i just wanted him to be safe... And the bird is like.. in a coma or something, it wasn't moving and it was just sitting there like... oh my god, this chink is gonna fry me and turn me into his next crispy dinner. Sorry bird, i'm taiwanese... we only eat dogs.

So i open up my hands to let it fly away... and it just sits there. Alright. thanks. And i'm like, maybe this bird likes me.. maybe he wants to stay with m-- woosh, it flies away. What a bitch. No gratitude.

Yea, well, anyways, it felt so good to save that screaming desk clerk from her doom, cuz you know, allen is just so great. They just call me Super Mystic. But it did feel real right what i did.. I guess someone else would have went through the trouble, but now i can say I'm the one that did it. yea, i love being a good Samaritan.

I'm so nocturnal now.. it's still 7 am.. and i'm still not sleeping... and i have church at 10... and i need to sleep.. maybe... i dunno...
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Remember kids, love is blind, so flashlights won't help.