Day's Highlight: I presented an Econometrics paper in class, and afterwards my Econ professor shook my hand and told me I did a swell job. This was a first. I've never been happier. Maybe this means I'll be passing the class.
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Day's Suspicions: I think my ex is following me, and I think my roommate tries to hide his phone calls with a girl by closing the door to his room.
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Day's Irritation: Those people who complain that Cheney is speaking at BYU commencement. Grow Up.
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Day's Wastes of Time: Majohngg, again, and Germ 596R.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Mahjongg... My Arch-Nemesis
I didn't know how to spell Nemesis, so I looked in the dictionary...
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Mahjongg is my Arch-nemesis, as in definitions #1 and #4. A year ago I found out that Mahjongg was on addicting games, and I thought I was pretty good enough to beat it on the hardest level setting: "Ninja". Well, it's been a year, and I've still not beat it. And today, I think it was just teasing me:
If you know how to play Mahjongg, you'll understand.
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Give it a try on "Ninja" at addictinggames.com/mahjongg.html
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So, there's a big road trip to Moab next month. Call me if you'd like to come. It is during the reading days, when people typically shouldn't be busy.
Friday, March 9, 2007
Labelling is Good... It Rids Us of Misunderstandings
I happily support any organization that acts in a charitable way. One of which is the hunger banquet that is taking place this weekend at BYU. I'm very impressed with the people that I know and see who actively participate in helping the needy. But, as I was walking to school today, I happened to walk past a group of these participants who were advertising tonight's banquet. As seen, they have constructed a theoretical model of a homeless man's abode, by using crates and large carboard boxes. Even one participant was sleeping under a number of newspapers... Just don't let the homeless know, they might be offended by such stereotypes... :)
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But what I found funny was what they had spray painted on the side of one of the boxes:
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So, apparently, whoever constructed this must have felt that it wasn't obvious that they were acting as "the poor", so they had to paint "POOR" on the side of their home. This was a great way to avoid any misunderstanding on my part.
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To follow in their example, I think I'll go to Home Depot today to buy some paint. I plan on painting "College Students" on the side of my apartment.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
We May Have Lost The Battle... But We Probably Won't Win The War...
As mentioned previously, my goal for the next couple months was to win one of my indoor soccer league games... Well, tonight we had our second game... and an event it was...
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This time we came much better prepared. We added a few members to the team to help out, and we all had already played on the turf once, thus we knew what to expect. Confidently, my team was ready out onto the field.
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I, on the other hand, was nervous. I don't know quite why, but I imagine that it was because I really wanted to win, and whenever I want something very badly, I tend to get nervous and screw everything up.
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Before the game, we had the chance to loosen up on the field. I maybe loosened myself up too much, because I became a little irrational. Someone had popped the ball up in front of the goal, and I decided to try my never-before-seen-nor-attempted bicycle kick. I was in the process of lifting up my leg, when I relized that O.C. (the nickname I chose for my roommate), acting as goalie, was running to catch the ball. Well, I tried to abort, but such a feat is difficult to back out of, as you can imagine, and O.C. ended up crashing into my left knee. I then followed by crashing onto the ground in pain, and began to limp off, dropping a few minor curses. After I decided that walking was futile, I laid myself out flat on the turf, and realize that this might be a bit more serious than just a simple bang-up.
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You see, while working at a local restaurant 2 years ago, I had a large tray lifted over my head, while climbing some stairs to reach the party I was serving. On about the second to last step, I felt an indescribable jolt of pain from the very same knee. My table heard my moan and saw my limp, asked what was wrong, and then still tipped me badly. And I didn't even drop the tray! How's that for appreciation?!
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Ever since then, I've still felt the pain. Partly for the bad tip, and even more for the bad knee. I still feel it whenever climbing up a large staircase. The knee that is, not the tip. But usually I can avoid the pain by running up the stairs, strangely enough.
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So, there I was, with what was becoming a worse knee than had been just a bad knee before. But I streched it out, shook out the pain a little, and kept going. By this time the game had been going for a few minutes.
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The team captain then called me out for a sub. I ran, a little awkwardly, to our goal where the opposing team was making an attempt at goal. Shortly after ariving at the scene, and stressing that I had only been on the field for maybe, i don't know, 3 seconds?, and I suddenly got a face full of soccer ball, given to me well-intended by my other teammate. Now, this wasn't just a simple grazing of my cheek, it was a right-on-target bullseye. I don't remember too much what happened to that, but I do remember my captain calling me back in after 3 seconds with, "Sub, Tom, sub!" and I know I had to recalibrate a bit before getting further into the game. Unfortunately, I lost my left contact, which typically would be a mere inconvenience, but when playing a sport that requires a great deal of depth-perception, I was even more handicapped.
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So, I played out the rest of the game, with a limp and one eye squinted. My vision was so poor, I often couldn't connect with the ball, and kicked high when the ball rolled underneath me. It was embarassing, but I still wanted to give my team my best.
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We lost 6-1, despite the good effort showed by my teammates. But honestly, I left very upset, with my knee still aching.
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I did regardless have one bright thought, when considering my knee. David Beckham just hurt his knee earlier this week. Maybe this is a confimation that David and I really have a connection, and I am destined to be a soccer star? Sounds reasonable to me...
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But we have a game monday, and I plan, knee-willing, to go running everyday (except sun., of course) to improve my skills.
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One other thing. So apparently, O.C. believes that the population of Shanghai, China is greater than the population of the U.S. According to Wikipedia, he's wrong, fyi.
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This time we came much better prepared. We added a few members to the team to help out, and we all had already played on the turf once, thus we knew what to expect. Confidently, my team was ready out onto the field.
.
I, on the other hand, was nervous. I don't know quite why, but I imagine that it was because I really wanted to win, and whenever I want something very badly, I tend to get nervous and screw everything up.
.
Before the game, we had the chance to loosen up on the field. I maybe loosened myself up too much, because I became a little irrational. Someone had popped the ball up in front of the goal, and I decided to try my never-before-seen-nor-attempted bicycle kick. I was in the process of lifting up my leg, when I relized that O.C. (the nickname I chose for my roommate), acting as goalie, was running to catch the ball. Well, I tried to abort, but such a feat is difficult to back out of, as you can imagine, and O.C. ended up crashing into my left knee. I then followed by crashing onto the ground in pain, and began to limp off, dropping a few minor curses. After I decided that walking was futile, I laid myself out flat on the turf, and realize that this might be a bit more serious than just a simple bang-up.
.
You see, while working at a local restaurant 2 years ago, I had a large tray lifted over my head, while climbing some stairs to reach the party I was serving. On about the second to last step, I felt an indescribable jolt of pain from the very same knee. My table heard my moan and saw my limp, asked what was wrong, and then still tipped me badly. And I didn't even drop the tray! How's that for appreciation?!
.
Ever since then, I've still felt the pain. Partly for the bad tip, and even more for the bad knee. I still feel it whenever climbing up a large staircase. The knee that is, not the tip. But usually I can avoid the pain by running up the stairs, strangely enough.
.
So, there I was, with what was becoming a worse knee than had been just a bad knee before. But I streched it out, shook out the pain a little, and kept going. By this time the game had been going for a few minutes.
.
The team captain then called me out for a sub. I ran, a little awkwardly, to our goal where the opposing team was making an attempt at goal. Shortly after ariving at the scene, and stressing that I had only been on the field for maybe, i don't know, 3 seconds?, and I suddenly got a face full of soccer ball, given to me well-intended by my other teammate. Now, this wasn't just a simple grazing of my cheek, it was a right-on-target bullseye. I don't remember too much what happened to that, but I do remember my captain calling me back in after 3 seconds with, "Sub, Tom, sub!" and I know I had to recalibrate a bit before getting further into the game. Unfortunately, I lost my left contact, which typically would be a mere inconvenience, but when playing a sport that requires a great deal of depth-perception, I was even more handicapped.
.
So, I played out the rest of the game, with a limp and one eye squinted. My vision was so poor, I often couldn't connect with the ball, and kicked high when the ball rolled underneath me. It was embarassing, but I still wanted to give my team my best.
.
We lost 6-1, despite the good effort showed by my teammates. But honestly, I left very upset, with my knee still aching.
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I did regardless have one bright thought, when considering my knee. David Beckham just hurt his knee earlier this week. Maybe this is a confimation that David and I really have a connection, and I am destined to be a soccer star? Sounds reasonable to me...
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But we have a game monday, and I plan, knee-willing, to go running everyday (except sun., of course) to improve my skills.
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One other thing. So apparently, O.C. believes that the population of Shanghai, China is greater than the population of the U.S. According to Wikipedia, he's wrong, fyi.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Finding humor at Hillary's expense...
Just a quick little joke, that I found funny...
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The old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital. He motioned for his nurse to come near."Yes, Father?" said the nurse."I would really like to see Senator's Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton before I die."whispered the priest."I'll see what I can do, Father" replied the nurse.The nurse sent the request to the Senate and waited for a response. Soon theword arrived, Senator's Kennedy and Clinton would be delighted to visit the priest.As they went to the hospital, Hilary commented to Teddy, "I don't know whythe old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly will help our images and might even get me elected President. After all, I'm IN IT TO WIN IT."Kennedy agreed--it was a good thing. When they arrived at the priest's room, the priest toook Ted's hand inhis right hand and Hilary's hand in his left. There was silence and a lookof serenity on the old priest's face.Finally Senator Kennedy spoke. "Father, of all the people you could havechosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?"The old priest slowly replied"I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior JesusChrist."Amen" said Teddy."Amen" said Hillary.The old priest continued..."He died between two lying thieves. I would like to do the same."
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The old priest lay dying in the hospital. For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation's capital. He motioned for his nurse to come near."Yes, Father?" said the nurse."I would really like to see Senator's Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton before I die."whispered the priest."I'll see what I can do, Father" replied the nurse.The nurse sent the request to the Senate and waited for a response. Soon theword arrived, Senator's Kennedy and Clinton would be delighted to visit the priest.As they went to the hospital, Hilary commented to Teddy, "I don't know whythe old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly will help our images and might even get me elected President. After all, I'm IN IT TO WIN IT."Kennedy agreed--it was a good thing. When they arrived at the priest's room, the priest toook Ted's hand inhis right hand and Hilary's hand in his left. There was silence and a lookof serenity on the old priest's face.Finally Senator Kennedy spoke. "Father, of all the people you could havechosen, why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?"The old priest slowly replied"I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior JesusChrist."Amen" said Teddy."Amen" said Hillary.The old priest continued..."He died between two lying thieves. I would like to do the same."
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