January 27th 2002 - Wow, I can't believe that it's been a year now since I told my mom and brother that I was gay. I'm late celebrating it by three days, but who cares. ;] Okay, first off, school is okay. I still think the guy in sociology is probably straight, 'and' he's a smoker (GAH! Sorry to all the smokers out there, but since all my friends finally quit and I rarely have to smell it, it's really f-ing disgusting when I finally do - off note, if you 'want' to quit smoking, get the book Alan Carr's Easy Way To Quit Smoking, evidently it's a miracle book and so far 12 people I know who've read it have quit). Where was I? .. Oh yeah, so that sucks that he smokes, and that he's probably straight ;] but my life will go on; he's still nice to look at occasionally. In all my classes I have way too much to read and it's starting to make me angry. I'm normally a really fast reader, but I guess when it's homework reading, my brain just kind of shuts down and turns sloth like. Funny thing though with my Sociology class though, we had this really f-ed up movie to watch that was dated somewhere in the 60s or something about the obedience to authority and the 6 stages of moral development. The experiment was staged to look like it was an experiment on learning and these two people and the doctor, one of the people being a confederate of the doctor secretly, would go into separate rooms. The "teacher" who was oblivious to it all would read a long set of words to the "learner" who was in on it all, and the learner would have to pick out the last half of the pair. If the learner got it wrong, the teacher had to give him a shock. The first shock was 15 volts and it increased by 15 volts all the way up to 450 volts. Really the learner wasn't getting shocked, but 'we' didn't know that till the end of the film. So when the teacher would "shock" the guy, he'd scream like in real torment and then say he wanted to quit but the doctor instructed the guy that he must continue, but in a very mellow tone. Our class kept laughing whenever it happened because after enough of the learner screaming, the teacher would ask another question and the learner wouldn't say anything. When the teacher asked the doctor what he should do, he responded with "Interpret no answer as a wrong answer, give him the shock." ;] After the shocks got up to around 300 volts, the learner would stop screaming, as if dead and needless to say the teachers in the participation were really freaked out. Sadly though, statistically in many different variations of the experiment 60% of the men and women all went up to the full 450 volts of shock. A small percentage didn't shock the people at all because they had such a high level of moral development they knew that the experiment was mean.

Now on to the place that I work. Damn I hate that place!!! I also hate myself for not having stronger convictions. This guy at my work is a total racist, and they were watching Chris Rock and he was completely laughing, but then would call him a n-----! He has repeatedly called black people that before, and my brother when he was manager actually told him to stop, but the other managers don't say shit to him. I really want to run him over with my car, the f-ing bastard. Lets hope next time this happens I'll just bite my tongue and then go off on him, not caring about if the other people in my work are racist assholes too and then they'll probably look at me in a negative light. I don't want or need approval from those kinds of people in the first place. .. Man, wish I could write funnier rants like Eric than my full of rage and hate rants. =P - chris

"Wow, that's some robot. It must have one heck of a gyroscope in there to be able to do that."

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January 26th 2002- Its an Eric rant!! YAY! Its what we all live for isnt it? Well it is for the cult that was formed in my name and whose sole goal is to worship me. It is as if my words were gospel to their ears, and since it is i usually sing to them like im a big ol black woman singing gospel. Thats really why they love me. Did you guys read chris' review of the game!? I thought it was pretty cool, i want to add a review but..i..dont know how. So Chris will have to show me, or face the wrath of my cult. They just ate their handy snacks and are taking a little nap right now though, so Chris is getting off lucky. So you want to know what is going on in my life don't ya!? My arent you nosey. But I'll give you the interesting bits. First off, Irony is not lost on me. I took over the route at work (where you go around and pick up really rich people's clothes and drop them off, i mean RICH people. Really nice houses. One of them had a moat around it. A moat of champagne.) But while on the route, seeing all these really nice houses and going through very private sectors of the high priced sectors of the city, i came up on a van, decked out in bumper stickers. That happens alot, you can read about the fetus puppet idea i had when i came up on one a long time ago in the ideas page. But these bumper stickers were all about stopping violence, how violence isnt good. "Teach your children not to use violence!" or "STOP VIOLENCE!!" And then, right next to them, right smack dab in the middle, was the biggest bumper sticker "AMERICA FIGHTS BACK!!" Isn't that going against your little cause there Mr. I have an opinion van? I thought so.

Getting lunch this afternoon at a bowling alley near my work, i saw two sights. One, a woman, who from the front looked like a very normal woman. Not ugly, not attractive, not really fat but not skinny by any means. But as she walked past me i saw her claim to fame, HER GIGANTIC ASS! This woman's ass was at least 3 and a half feet wide. I mean this was some serious junk in the trunk. In fact, i think there was a body in that trunk. It was HUGE! If she sat on something, it would dissapear from existence, never to be seen again. And it wasnt a Jennifer Lopez butt, it was like everything she had ever eaten had accumulated and coagulated in her ass. The second sight i spied with my little eye was a simple one. An old man, a very tall thin old man, in a pimp coat. Very distinguished looking, thin, sophisticated, but this coat was really something. It had a fur collar and lapel, and it seemed to be made of velvet. The coat itself was a tannish color, and the fur was a dark brown. So it was nothing attention grabbing, other than that it was a pimp's coat. And he seemed to be heading towards the woman with the large ass.

I'd like to make a few rants or reviews about several things. Ill have to find some things I really dislike, but dislike enough that i wont pay for them or even listen to them or see them. One of those things is Aaron Carter, who is so revolting he makes human excrement vomit. A song about how you can beat Shac? Really. Your so damn small you could float down a rain puddle in his shoe. And Shac needs to be trapped in a giant box on the moon. If only to keep him from EVER EVER EVER making another movie, CD, or video game. And maybe breakfast cereal just for safety. I'd also like to rant about how much The Strokes kick ass. Get their CD, Is This It. Its the coolest CD you will ever own!! So i might make a big list of all the great CD's i own. Also, on Febuary 12th Chris Isaak comes out with his new CD, Always Got Tonight, which im really looking forward to getting. Perhaps I can find it early on ebay, which i am going to do now.

"Is that an ass or Jabba the Hutt?"

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January 16th 2002 - Yay, wow, first two days of school, three classes, my fourth isn't for another week I think. It's okay, I just wish there were more cute boys to look at in my classes to at least make me want to 'go' to the classes. Thankfully one such class is my Intro to Sociology class. Now don't get me wrong, I love learning, I want to go to school for a long time. Heck, at one point I wanted my Ph.D in whatever I was going to be doing, but then I found out you have to do all this 'extra' stuff that no one tells you about whenever they say they have a Ph.D and yeah well, it's just not fun sounding. So anyway, I think I'm really going to like my classes, they're really interesting and I should get a whole lot of smarts from them - them being Intro to Sociology, Intro to Cultural Anthropology, Intro to Fiction, and Intro to Javascript. I don't think I've ever had a semester till now that it's just been all Intro classes. Oh, anyhow, so after letting you know I really do like learning, there's absolutely nothing wrong with looking at cute boys or hoping that there will be some in your classes to keep your mind focused on class! Since obviously I don't know where to look for a relationship, a little eye candy never hurt anybody. As for Sociology, there's two really cute guys there, one which I really did just by chance happen to sit next to, and the other is straight. Granted the one I sat next to is probably straight as well, I can hope. Eric asked me how I knew the other guy was straight, to which I responded, "Well, when he leaves class and a beautiful girl comes up and grabs his ass and then he puts his arm around her, I tend to not think 'gay' really quickly." Sadly my other two classes so far have no hopeful potentials for cuteness. My Cultural Anthropology class is almost over-RUN with females 85% of which are enrolled in the Deaf Communications Studies program. It was almost a running gag when we went around the room and said a little about ourselves that these people would say they were in the Deaf program when finally a woman said who she was and specifically said that she was 'not' in the program. Ah, we all laughed. .. Now my Intro to Fiction class. I'm pretty indifferent to this class already because the teacher has a very odd voice for this type of class. It's very soothing and mellow and just lulls you into it as if he were some heavenly messenger that just happened to be talking about fiction stories. It's a cool voice and all, but it's a long ass class to sit through and almost be put to sleep with his mellowness. I hope that I like the class as much as I think I'm going to like it just because I like to read, but I'm also really fickle about what I read. So far the one thing we just read I'm either just not caring for at all, or trying not to care about it since it seems so dull but there's probably hidden nuggets of wisdom or something in it. And we have to keep a journal of whatever we read and how we felt about it, questions we had about it, etc. I guess that's okay since basically I already keep a damned journal with this site, but this is going to be somehow different, well, like homework! I just don't want to do it because it's required. Oh well, other than that, my classes seem pretty cool and I have really nice teachers so far, and can't forget really cute guy in Sociology whom I probably won't talk to because I still don't know how to break the barrier down of talking to guys, ah such is my life. I wonder how Eric's classes are though since I haven't really talked to him at length about school, and supposedly he might have carpal tunnel which would suck! Everyone should go and listen to some punk and ska! - chris

"Alcoholic beverages that are blue or green in color automatically get extra goodness points and preference over other beverages because they are blue or green. Sports drinks however do not get this same luxury."

AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW! Now them is some good times at the bottom of the ocean in my quarantine ball............................. I got a spider man toy!!!!!!!!!

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January 10th 2002 - Eric here. Hey, whats that smell? Do you semll it, i think i smell something..oh wait, i know what that is..ITS THE SMELL OF RAGE!!! I suppose the fact that im not in jail is a good thing, because I almost was. The charge? Extreme property damage and malicious assault. Why? That good ol party of a time of registering for school. When you register for school, or at least for me, it has always been the case that in the middle of doing so, three thoughts enter my mind, the first thought "I'm going to kill someone" The second thought, "im not going to even go to school this semester" the third thought, "im going to kill someone, and then not go to school this semester." Naturally, I really should have registered months ago, but ive been to busy and all that. But i figured that since im taking mostly art classes, im sure i can still get into them. Well, i wanted to get into painting 2, but that is full. SO i figured i would just register for my other classes, and try for painting 2 later. Oral communications was full, and so was human sexuality. I went to the science department and they said i couldnt get into that class. So the only class i got into was sculpture 2. I figure, i need advanced drawing and design 4, so ill take those two. The advanced drawing was at the same time as the oral comm and human sexuality, so i couldnt take it. But now that those arent a possibility, ill take that, and i can take tai chi too, i need a P.E class. I wait in line for another 20 minutes, and whoo hoo!! I finally get to the register, and the BASTARD ALMOST DIED!! Not of any natural causes, unless you consider me a natural force, which afterwards i had the rage of a level 5 hurricane. He said that i couldnt take drawing because i didnt have the pre-requsite, but i do. And he said that i couldnt take design 4, because that was at the same time that drawing was. Which i thought was odd, because, THEY ARE ON TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DAYS!!!!! Drawing is from 9 to 11:50 on tuesdays and thursdays, and design is on mondays and wensdays from 4 to 5:50, but he wouldnt accept that. The computer said that they were overlapping. And i couldnt get into tai chi. So i go and get an over ride from the P.E chair and get into tai chi. Then i go to the art department and get it all worked out so that i can get into drawing. I go and try to register yet again, and the guy said that i still didnt have the pre-requisite, which i had just proved that i did have it with the art chair. So i had to GO BACK to humanities and thankfully Kim Mosely, one of the department chairs, helped me out and registered me online, so i didnt have to see those fucking bastards in admissions again. YAY! for me, better for them. So that is my day, and i have to figure out what in the hell my schedule is. So right now all i want to do is to take a shower and get something to eat.

admissions person: "Im sorry, you dont have the pre-requisite for this class, and its full.

Me: "I'm sorry, I'm going to punch you in the fucking head!!!!"

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January 7th 2002 - Damn it! Why must I always have to pay an extravagant amount of money to fix my car?! I haven't had a job in ten months, I 'finally' get one and now I'm spending 700 dollars of my hard earned cash to give my car something stupid that I could probably live without: brakes. I could always just cut holes in the bottom of my car and use feet power to brake or something. Geez, cars suck. Wow, I somehow thought that this rant would be longer for some reason. Odd thing though, Geocities is still sending us "sorry we had to take your page down temporarily, you went past your data transfer allowance" or something like that, so maybe it wasn't just Eric 'uploading' the files to the page, but the fact that people might actually be looking at a huge amount of files and geocities is just like "whoa there, we don't wanna have that now do we? Granted we give you 15 megs for your website and all, but we sure don't want people looking at it all in one sitting. No website for you! Till we say so anyway." So that means I'm going to have to figure out a way to a) definitely make those freakishly huge files smaller, and b) maybe move them to a different website just as a wall to bounce ours off of so you can still see the pictures. Unless Geocities somehow has a way of knowing that and if we still have freakishly huge files on 'any' website, as long as it's bouncing off of ours it'll be angry and temporarily log us off, which'll suck. I like our website damnit, and even though we probably don't get that many hits, and all we do is rant, Eric's rants are at least hilarious so it's worth coming back to! Plus we have all those great other things on our site, but now it sounds like I'm shamelessly plugging our own site 'on' our own site, so I'll stop. Hm.. where was I? 700 dollars!!!?! GAH!! - chris

".. and your calipers are 109 blah blah.. and your brake pads.. blah - Car-X"

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January 2nd 2001 - Okay, so I'm a little bored. But the good news, for whoever feels like reading, is that I found this (what I think is hilarious) letter I wrote mocking some other letter we got two years ago. It was from some girl who was going on a Mission trip to Jamaica of all places, and she wanted money to help her go. Couldn't she just sell chocolate like everyone else?! ;] Anyway, so here it is, enjoy!

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Dear (whoever):

I wanted to send you this letter and let you know what I have been up to lately and the latest news of my life. I'm a bum that really doesn't do much with myself, and I spend all of my money unwisely and need to steal just to make a living. I went to college once. I actually just drove through it. In fact, I was hitchhiking. But, while hitchhiking, the person giving me a ride told me about the Campus Crusade for Christ on their campus and asked if I would like to join them some time. Being the optimisitic person I am, I said sure!

Hitchhiking to the meetings twice, I heard about their Spring Break ministry. Most college students spend their Spring Breaks at the beach or at another popular vacation spot. I however am taking advantage of an incredibly expensive opportunity to serve others and to see lives changed over spring break. I have been accepted to serve on a team of 23 college studnets who are going to be involved in ministry in space over spring break 2000.

This team is serving through an organization called "In space, God can hear you scream." We will be spending one week in a small, remote section of space. While in that section, we will be struggling to breathe, writhing in agony, sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and just plain floating aimlessly on the hope that we'll survive. We will definitely be working very hard, but the rewards for serving in this way are great.

The potential for this opportunity is great. I need your help, though, in order to actualize the potential. The only way I can be a member of this team is through prayers and financial gifts of family and friends like you. I need to raise $150,000 by March 15, 2000. Only $150 of it is actually needed for this wonderful opportunity which I could actually scrounge up myself from couch change, because as you know, why would any one of God's followers actually have to PAY to spread the word? Hahah, that's a laugh. God would surely provide an inexpensive way to spread His teachings. The rest of the money is to provide me with perks to travel with me on this excellent trip of a lifetime. Remember, prayers will NOT get me this money and if I don't get it, they'll choose other people, probably less qualified than myself, to go on the trip who have the money.

Please join me in this ministry opportunity with prayers and, well, money. I'm willing to take your money. I'm willing to go. I'm also hoping that God will enhance my vision for the world, as well as your money, and that I will see it through His eyes. I am excited to give my spring break to further the kingdom of Heaven. Together we are a team!

I am looking forward to getting your money. Thank you in advance for your prayers, ahem, and gift. I have enclosed a self-addressed envelope if you wish to send a gift, which has to be money because what else would you send in an envelope? Duh! Please make your checks out to (name). Cash is fine too. We also accept major credit cards or debit! Sorry I didn't spring for the stamp too, but I need every penny. In case those of you who want to give me large sums of cash, or jewelry for me to pawn, please provide your own boxes and FedEx them to me at overnight shipping for the low cost of $25.99. 100% of your give will go DIRECTLY toward my Swiss bank account for this Spring Break missions trip to space. Please know that it will go to a worthy cause and the only thing you get out of it is proof that you've helped spread the knowledge of the kingdom of God. But wait, there is no proof! You've pretty much just single-handedly given over your hard-earned money to who knows what! I mean, to my space exploraction ministry, that's what. Yeah.

I truly appreciate your prayerful consideration- and can't forget money!

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Well, that's the letter. It's mildly funny, especially if you read it in a joking manner. I'm not completely against mission trips or asking for money, but come on, Jamaica!?! I guess the only way to get people to spread the word of God is to make it a damn vacation. Ah well, to each his own. - chris

"You don't eat it, you little baboon! - Dragonball"

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January 1st 2002 - Happy New Year everyone! .. or whoever happens to actually read our rants or look at our site. Hope everyone had a good christmas because shockingly enough, I actually did! It was quite freaky as the past like four times or so it hasn't been that great. It was kind of sad because it's the first christmas without my grandpa but we all handled it pretty well I guess. Since we now have a new addition to the family through my cousin's baby girl Trinity, it was pretty much Trinity's Christmas. I ended up getting pajama pants, blank cd's and money, which is nice! Now, onto my new year's. It was pretty cool, but then it took a turn for the worse. First off, me and Eric watched Rush Hour 2 over at my house because Eric really likes ... Rush Hour 2. ;] Then Kim and her girlfriend Michelle were going to a kind-of-party of Michelle's preppy St. Charles friends and I asked if me and Eric could go along. We did and Kim was really glad that we did because none of the St. Charles people talked to us at all because we're North County "thug" according to them. I really don't get it, but I guess since they're from St. Charles, North County 'is' the ghetto to them. So then there was a bit of drama with Kim and Michelle and I end up taking Kim with me and Eric back to my house to watch a bit of Dick Clark's "I'm never going to die because I'm immortal, Rockin' New Years Bash". I don't know what happened because all my clocks said a minute till midnight and they were in commercial for like three minutes so we 'kind' of missed the count down but it really wasn't important. It could have been a better New Year's Eve but it was certainly a better one than previous years. Nothing tops this one New Year's Eve that I can't exactly remember what year, I think four years ago, that Rachel, Eric, Rachel's friend Ben, and I all just hung out in the city and then got locked in a stairwell and then Eric kicked down the door, it was just cool. Anyhow. Eric really hates Windows XP which is completely understandable. He just recently uploaded a whole lot of art into the artwork section and it's been taking him 3 days because XP sucks and it didn't like his disks. And if you tried to get our site this afternoon, it was evidently temporarily down because Eric pretty much uploaded about 2.5 megs to the site and I guess Geocities doesn't like that type of stuff. Thankfully it's back and we're really .. well, we're just still here. My brother is leaving in three days to go to Arizona for school, so that's kind of wierd. And.. er, since he's actually making me get off the computer right this second to burn some cd's I'll just cut this short! =P - chris

"It'll be so strange when the computer is completely not messed with because my brother isn't here to do so."

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