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I HATE THEM. A LOT.
3-5-03
This is my Spring break. I am writing this because I am at home, not
on a road trip or something of that nature.
No, I am home in Webster, where the signs say Welcome to Webster, Where
Life is Worth Living. This is how we
keep suicidal people out of our town.
It has been brought to my
attention that the website is not actually updated when I wrote “updating as
you sit here” in my profile. This was
supposed to be true because I hit the upload button and left my computer. But my computer never uploaded, and so there
was no update. Forgive me.
On a happier note, I got my car inspected
today. It was only 2 months overdue
this year, as opposed to the 3 months overdue last year that cost me an $80
fine, courtesy of Nunda’s bored police force.
Furthermore, they replaced my windshield wipers with new, duct tape
free, working wipers. Unfortunately, I
had to run to and from my house to drop off and pick up my car, and it was
rainy out.
This whole break I have been
working on a painting project for my Dad – it is to paint some of the new
sections of the basement because we are finishing it. I am a regular artiste I have decided. Even though the only color I use is white, I make white look
good. I got some in my hair Monday, and
I think it may start a fashion of people changing their hair color. We will have to see if it catches on. Mother and I went shopping at BJ’s and got
me some nice stuff, such as pop, and potato skins. What more could I need?
Tomorrow, that being Thursday,
Becky and Nathan will be arriving to stay at my house for the rest of Spring
Break. This means that tomorrow before
5 I must A. finish all of my programming homework B. I must finish all of the
painting and C. I must clean the house for the guests. This will be an unfortunate day I am
thinking. No Counterstrike, which is
sad. I am getting better at it though,
well, no, not really, but I can pretend.
I am still coughing, which began
before my last entry weeks ago. WEEKS
AGO! I want to just stop coughing
finally for once and for all and all for one.
Oh ,and Jason Dolon told me
something really funny today that made me actually laugh out loud in front of
my computer screen. I just sat here and
laughed to no one. It was so
funny. He is coming up tomorrow too,
for a movie and dinner. So is
P-Diddy. And Mike Clements. Basically, if you want to go to Rochester,
you need to go now. Tomorrow is the
day. There will be no other
chances. WE could get nuked for
example. I heard that if we got nuked,
Rochester used to be high up on the list of nuke targets. It probably still is because if Russia ever
did want to win a war against us, they would want to nuke all the people who
can actually drive in the snow. And
they would probably want to get rid of me too, because I might take them over.
OK – IM DONE.
2-12-03
I actually lost an entry here; I
know that I wrote something between here and Christmas break just to prove I
could, but its obviously not here so I guess you can call me a liar.
At any rate, I felt it was time
to update this old thing. I was deathly
ill the week before last, with some kind of cold. I did not leave the house 2 Wednesdays ago. And you know what is better then getting
sick? Getting sick again. That’s right, this morning I have once again
begun hacking up a storm with mucous flying all over, in case you wanted to
know. Everyone here is sick. Dave is sick, Andrew is sick, Renata is
sick, and countless others. It will be
one vicious cycle, I just told Dave, and I mean every word of that.
I have written a few more articles
for the star, hopefully they are good ones.
You can check them out here. Article 5 hits newsstands tonight.
And that’s all that’s new for
now. I don’t really think a lot of
people actually read this, so my new outlet of complaining and general
craziness will be in the form of my column, because the whole school can read
it, not just those on my buddy list.
Next step, the New York Times.
That is my goal. Forget computer
science, I want to write articles for the Times. I should have realized this goal earlier in my life rather then
right now as I am typing to you smack in the middle of my junior year. Ahh well, maybe next time.
1-11-03
Closer to when I go back.
I played some counterstrike
today and got my all time best record of 21 kills and only 15 deaths, first
place for my team baby. It is worth
celebrating. I had the kids on the
other team so mad they said I eat poop, which in this context I will take as a
compliment.
I had my oil changed today and
went shopping for some last minute stuff.
I hope I have everything I need because I spent the last of the money I
brought home. We watched the patriot
today, and Anna’s quote of the week was “Mel Gibson suffers a lot of ‘wife
damage’.” I guess it is true.
I have not packed yet and it is
9:40pm. I really despise packing.
1-10-03
It is almost time to go back to
school.
This brings about a mixture of
good and bad things. It will be good
because I will see people and be busy again.
It will be bad because I have to do a lot of work.
The last week or so I have been
so lazy that it is impossible to compare me with anything more then my lazy dog
cookie who sleeps, eats, and enjoys a boring life. There were things worth writing in here but I forgot them. I was, however, somewhat productive today
because I cleaned out my car and shoveled the driveway. Most importantly was my ingenious fixing of
the windshield wiper blades on my poor neon, that have been working only well
enough to clear a 2 by 3 inch piece of the glass for me to look out of in the
snowstorms. How, you ask. It was a simple job for my new roll of duct
tape I received for Christmas. More of
this roll will be used in the restoration of my hat.
I have not gotten my hair cut this
break for those of you who care (and I know that most of you do) so do not be
alarmed because this is on purpose.
I have gotten a little bit
better at playing counterstrike online against the pros, mostly because I spent
who knows how many hours on it this break.
Now, the last productive thing I
am doing this break is fixing this darn site before I go back and not touch it
for months. I deleted everything off of
geocities and now am about to place it all back on again. This will mean that parts may be down for a
while, but I don’t really care.
1-3-03
Well we are now in the year
2003.
On the 1st my mother
returned from her trip to Phoenix around 4:00.
I had until 9:00 to convince her to allow me to travel to Chicago. We went home and sat, then my father left to
get Nate. I decided when they got back
would be a good time to bring up the subject.
Nate’s plane is delayed. 6:00
rolls around, then 7:00, soon enough, 8:00.
Finally I make the call to start the proceedings without my father to at
least get the ball rolling, seeing as I only had an hour. She did not like the revisions I made to the
plan.
A slight interruption, my
Grandpa just called me. He asked when
the snow would stop, and before I could answer decided that now would be a good
time for us to visit Florida. I agree,
it would be a good time to go to Florida.
I’ll drive.
Anyhow, they finally got home
and we ate, and it was like 8:30 with not much being accomplished. Then my brothers and sister kept making dumb
statements and the time was ticking and finally I just started yelling and
saying everybody shut up I need to talk to them NOW! So finally, at 8:50, everyone is out of the room and the subject
is discussed in its entirety, or at least as much as possible before I have to
call Nathan and give him my plans.
As you can probably tell, the
battle did not go well, it was hopelessly lost. Hopefully only the battle, and not the war, for there is always
next break and that looks a lot more probable.
Still, this leaves me with a tremendous amount of free time on my
hands. It is snowing on and on here so
I am seriously considering grabbing a
shovel and going door to door
asking people if they want their driveway shoveled for 5 bucks. If I shovel a driveway in like 40 minutes,
that would be around $7.50 (w/out tax) an hour which isn’t too bad considering
im getting nothing right now. I will
shovel my driveway and if I feel like doing more then you might catch me somewhere
in the village plowing away.
And that sums it enough for
today.
12-31-02
Today is unfortunately another
long uneventful day it seems. I suppose
it should be something special because it is New Years Eve. Frankly, I don’t really care. It is 10:47am and I have no plans for the
evening because I am lazy. Something
must be done about this.
Not having a job this break has
been the death of me. If I think about
it, I still have 12 long days of break to go.
And then I will get back to school and wish I was here doing
nothing. And then the summer will come
and I will be working and I will wish I wasn’t working and back in school. And then I will go to school for a year and
then get out and go to grad school, and then go find a job and sit in my cubicle
forever until I make enough money to stop working. And then I will sit around being old and have nothing to do. Wow, that was a fun thing to do, think about
the future.
12-30-02
Not much happened that is
worthwhile to tell. I went to the
church “college kids gathering” and dragged Dave along with me so that I would
at least have someone to talk to.
Nothing changed between high school and now I’ve decided. Me and Dave were the only guys from our
class that even came to the thing – the rest of our class knew better it seemed
(and Dave would have not come either if I hadn’t forced him). Everyone else was stuck in the same old
cliques that were around forever. Yeah
they seem cool on the outside saying hi and everything, and then they go right
back on as if you never existed. This
is the key problem with Browncroft Community Church’s Youth Group, and it’s
hard to say if even anything can be done about it. It is too large of a group and some people just float to the
outside. Many have debated what is to
be done about this, we were given lectures on the subject, taken on missions
trips together, and all sorts of things.
But if you don’t wear Abercrombie or have some kind of tight bond with
the “Abercrombie Kids” or J-boys, or Already Taken, whatever you want to call
that prissy little group, then don’t bother trying to enjoy BCC’s youth
programs.
It’s a harsh reality ladies and
gentlemen. Granted I complain about a
lot of things, but honestly there is little more that irks me then this group
of people. Sometimes it seems that if
you don’t go to my church you have a much higher probability of being a nice
person.
12-29-02
Well, today was an exiting day
to be sure. I went to church and sat
with Dave and Tara, and then Steve, Dad, and I all went to Syracuse to see our
aunt and uncle and the Austin grandparents.
I decided that on this trip it would be a good time to inquire about the
Chicago trip status. So I asked if Dad
had talked to Mom before she had left.
He tells that basically I cannot go because it is too long and the
weather could be too bad. We had a bit
of a discussion or debate about it, and at this point I realized I could not
win this alone. Dad was too determined
and Mom would never consider without his approval. I needed backup – the topic must be brought up for discussion at
my relatives house to gather a fuller view of the situation. And so it was done. Everyone was inquisitive of Renata over in
Chicago and everytime a reference to her was made I would say, well I don’t
know, some people won’t let me go to Chicago with a nice look at my Dad,
who just kinda smiled. Eventually, my
Aunt Karen who is quite astute in such manners and can often be depended on to
back me up on these issues, asked about the details of the trip and what was
going on. So everything was brought before
the council, yes 10 days is a long time, no the weather is bad, yes I went to
Illinois when I was a freshmen and you are a junior, etc etc. The subject was pressed but unfortunately
left unresolved because the time had come for us to leave. But much had been accomplished in these
simple proceedings and on the car ride back, little was said, but a much more
open attitude was expressed. Well, can
Nathan maybe change his plans a bit if necessary, Dad asks. The battle is not yet over.
I went bowling and saw Ghost
Ship tonight. Don’t ever bother seeing
Ghost Ship it is a waste of money. I
should have my own movie review section I just realized, but that would take a
lot of effort and I would get bored with it after probably 3 movies.
12-27-02
Another day of doing nothing. I am about to go and play some football and this unfortunately is the highlight of my day. However, for your benefit I have included my new GAMES page alerting you to all the upcoming games that I am creating. It is fantastic, there are even screenshots included so check it out. That’s it for now. No news on the Chicago trip.
12-26-02 (and those few days
between my last entry and now)
The day after Christmas, also my
2 month anniversary with the lovely Renata.
But before we delve into today, it is a good time to recap. So recap I shall.
A little less then 2 weeks ago,
the infamous Anti-joy week began commemorating yet another semester’s closure
with a slew of finals. I struggled to
get through the week without dying and I was successful, as you can now tell
because of my writing this. After
finals I came back to Webster where I found to my dismay that the bridges over
route 104 had been painted blue. This
may not seem big to you, but to me it shows that Webster is always
changing. No one in my family had
bothered to tell me that the bridges were being painted. I had to experience the shock for myself,
and I did because the familiar green was not there greeting me as it always had
before.
I arrived home to find Steve, my
tall brother now towering over me after boot camp of the marines taught him how
to stand up straight. The marines are
now a loved group in the Austin household as Steve now holds the position of PFC
in their ranks. Everybody else did not
change much sine I last saw them, but then again I saw them 3 weeks ago where
as I hadn’t seen Steve in 3 months.
My sister told me that my
Grandma was once talking to our sort of show-offy worship leader. It went like this:
Grandma: do you always play like that?
Maurice: - yes i sure do
Grandma: - im glad that i dont live near your house.
When I am old I will have the
guts to say things like this, things I only dream about saying now…
The big Austin event of the
vacation was a family trip to Lord of the Rings which we saw in Tinseltown (for
those of you who do not know anything about Rochester it is a very big theater
with comfortable seating).
Unfortunately Steve who is taller then me picked the aisle with a railing
in front of it that blocked my view of the screen at the bottom. Every time they spoke in some language that
required subtitle translations I was forced to squirm around until the bar was
above or below the test. I smuggled in
some Reeces and ate them during the loud parts of the film so no one would hear
me. The battles for helmsdeep was never
so fun as when a peanut butter cup was melting in my mouth.
I mentioned that I might like to
go to Chicago this break so I could see Renata. The parents have been very wavering on this subject. When I first mentioned it to my Mom, she was
only concerened that I would be around when she got back from Phoenix, which I
would. Then when I brought it up before
both of them, Mom was very much against the idea, because of weather, etc. Dad seemed to join her, but then he says,
well lets hear what this would entail.
So I explain as best as I can and they seem just about fine with me going. Then the next day I am asked how long this
trip will be. With travel time and the
amount of time I am staying with Nathan and his relatives, it will be about 10
days I inform them. This does not go
over well, and I am again thrown into uncertainty about the probability of this
trip occurring. They now want to see an
exact itinerary of my trip word for word.
So I make one up and my Mom is like, I don’t wan’t to see it now, it is
unpleasant and will ruin my Christmas.
On Christmas my Dad is talking with his parents on the phone and says I
might be going to Chicago to see my girlfriend. This is a positive sign and I perk up. Instantly my mother is says loudly “no hes not going” which is
decidedly a negative sign. So I decide
I will wait until after Christmas to show them, and then she leaves for phoenix
without me bringing the subject up, sadly enough. So now I am forced to wait until she gets back to see if I am
allowed to leave the next day. I have
basically lost all hope for this trip.
I kept meaning to get a head
start on Christmas shopping this year but I never found the motivation
necessary to get me out of the house.
That is, until Christmas eve where I obviously ran out of time. So at around 9:00 I set out to do all of my
shopping as soon as possible. I managed
to accomplish this in approximately 3 hours, which was not bad as far as I was
concerned. And a good half an hour or
so was just me being lost as I tried to make my own shortcut through the city
from the mall to Walmart. It did not
work as well as I planned but that was ok, it is the Christmas season and people
are supposed to be happy even if they are lost. Some of it was time I spent showing a worker in JC Penny’s which
rack exactly I got a pair of slippers off of.
Somehow, people in stores seem to make me do all the work these days.
The Christmas eve service came
around and I was unfortunately not the one who picked up my grandparents, but
Nate and Steve did, and they have some good conversations that I wrote down as
soon as I heard them. Here they are for
you to enjoy as well:
Grandpa: now that’s a sexy voice (referring to the radio)
Grandma: you don’t even know what sexy is
Grandpa: yes i do, the announcer’s voice is sexy. I’ll tell you about some stories from France
in WWII.
Grandma: Charles, they don’t need to be hearing those
stories…
Grandpa: silent night, holy night
Grandma: shut up
Grandpa: all is come all is bright
Grandma: shut up shut up shut up
Grandpa: nate, dont tell anyone this
Nate: what grandpa?
Grandpa: well back in the war
Nate: uh oh
Grandpa: when it was time to move out, they would always
say "get up your cocks and pull on your socks"
Nate: uhh, i wont tell anyone grandpa
Grandpa: no, i was kidding, you can tell steve
Nate: oh, ok...Steve in boot camp did they ever say that?
Steve: well not exactly…
Grandpa: we used to eat in the world trade center, thats
where she got me this ring. What did it
cost, $27?
Grandma: yeah I wasn’t about to buy you diamonds
Grandpa: oh well, its chipped now
Steve: good it has some character
Radio: (song about young love)
Grandpa: ha, i am young love!
We watched the play that Anna
was in as an angel (she did a good job in case you are wondering). Unfortunately, we had to go to the “family”
service to see her. The family service
entailed some Veggie Tales clips as well as our Pastor giving the entire sermon
with the aid of two audience picked children.
I raised my hand to be picked, as did Nate, but we were passed by for
other, smaller children. Later I was
told that the kids had been pre-picked and that I had actually stood no chance
of being picked by Pastor Phil whatsoever.
I had even been optimistic and said “maybe next year” in the spirit of
Christmas, but now I know that it will never be. Because the service was for families, the candle-lighting section
was replaced with the glowstick waving time.
No one was allowed to have candles in fear of burning down the church,
which I think I almost did last year.
This was an outrage to me. No
candles is like ruining Christmas Eve.
And it didn’t even work because the few candles that actually were on
fire in the advent wreath were knocked over by the adult lighting the middle
candle. He single-handedly almost took
down the sanctuary while we held our sterile glowsticks.
Finally it was time to go home
and have our Christmas Eve buffet which is my favorite meal of the year. For example:
Grandma: heres the cookies, no dont take the plate just
take 2 you will spill it all over the place.
You will drop the plate because it is too heavy. Look, your hands are shaking.
Grandpa: no they arent, your hands are shaking
It was very good this year like
every year. Then the grandparents were
taken home and I sat around for a while.
Then at about 10 I decided maybe now would be a good time to wrap the
presents I had just bought. I did that
and went to bed.
Christmas arrived nice and early
at 7:00 with Anna banging down everyone’s doors. She claimed she had been up since 2 but that is hard to
imagine. We went down and opened presents
and I received many good gifts, as did everyone else even our dog cookie. I wore pajamas all day until the night where
we had to go and shovel the driveway because Nate had to leave early the next
day. All in all it was a good day.
Then today came and Nate was
gone before I even woke up. He is in
Phoenix now for the rose bowl as part of the marching band. I played some Yu-gi-oh with Anna and then I
went to see if I would have a job for this break. It appears that I will not have a job. My boss is in PA and there is little work that needs to be done
this break. So it looks as though I
will be doing a lot of sitting around this break, which is unfortunate. The reason I am working on this website is
because I am bored right now. I might
write some Christmas cards late because I have so much time. The time rolled around for Mom and Anna to
go to the airport, because they will be staying in Phoenix with Nate for the
next 6 days. Now only me, Dad, and
Steve are left. I am worried what our
meals will become. Steve is gone a lot
because he works at the recruiting office.
12-1-02
It’s December now.
I went to Walmart today to buy
some shampoo and a scraper for my car.
When I got to the cashier, I realized I would have to cash a $100 bill
for my 10 dollars worth of stuff. This
did not please the cashier. First, she
put on the blinking light saying she needed more cash in the drawer – my
checkout had become an emergency. She
also entered into the register that I gave her a $1000 bill, and my change was
supposed to be $990 something. This did
not make her very happy. Then she
proceeded to check out the next person in line. So, in an effort to improve the situation, I tell her I have a 50
I can use instead (I don’t normally carry big bills like this, but I was on
break and I had meant to buy a set of speakers). At that point she handed me a piece of paper and a pen with 50.00
– 9.48 on the paper and says, “Here, you can do the math for me.” She checked out another person, turned off
the emergency blinking light and took the paper back. I was a bit caught off guard that she wanted me to figure out my
own change – do I look like a calculator?
And it was annoying because you had to cross out the 0’s and make them
9’s and it was getting really complicated, but I think I got it right. She read it and handed me the change I wrote
on the slip. I should have given myself
an extra 5 dollars.
So, I apologize to her and take
my stuff. In retrospect, I wish I
didn’t apologize because I wasn’t the rude one. Oh well, maybe next time.
I went out to my car and started backing up and then a huge plow turned
into my row, so I made haste to get out of its way. And what do I see but another huge plow facing me, coming the
other direction. It was like they were
given orders to smash my little neon into a big green snowball, made of car
parts and not snow. Luckily, I quickly
drove through some parking spots to avoid their crazy snow-removal tactics.
All in all, it was the most
eventful time of my break, assuming my trip back to Houghton in the snowstorm
is boring.
11-30-02
The skin
is dying on my right hand middle finger.
It hurts and does not look like my normal skin. Right now, my brother Nate is sitting next
to me. He is annoying. I wish that he would go away, but he just
doesn’t. He cannot take the hint that I
do not want him to sit here, even if I spell it right out on the screen in
front of him. The only solution: now I
must fight him. It was a tough battle,
but, I am victorious. He is whining
about loosing feeling in his fingers.
On to other matters. There is not much to say about these past
few days. I am only writing because I
am still on break and thus I feel like I have more time on my hands. Yesterday, I saw a movie and ate at Taco
Bell. It was fun, but not terribly exciting
or hilarious in any form, sadly enough.
Today, I played games with my friends all day long and then I had
pizza. Then more games, and now here I
sit.
There you have it, a summary of
2 days in 1 paragraph. Not too
shabby. I know the links on the bottom
are messed up but I can’t figure out why stupid Frontpage wont load them
right. So, broken they will stay. Just move the cursor around and eventually
you will find what you are looking for, I guarantee it.
Tomorrow I will drive through a
snowstorm to return to Houghton.
Hopefully I will get some Krispy Kreme donuts on the way, because they
are good. This has been a break of good
food, so I might as well finish it off with a bang.
You know what, I had a lot of
other stuff I wanted to say. It comes
to me, randomly, in places where I am too lazy to jot stuff down. So I lose the random thoughts I wanted to
share. Maybe they will come back to me,
but I doubt it.
11-28-02
THANKSGIVING
At the end of the day here, I
find myself with nothing to do except programming homework for Dr. Hu, so I
have decided to work on this website of mine instead. And since it is Thanksgiving, you will all get a taste of what an
Austin family holiday is like.
So here is the scenario. The day begins early for my mother, who
begins doing all kinds of cooking action in the kitchen. I sleep until about 9 or 10, when I am told
to get up. I don’t remember why it was
so important for me to get up, because I promptly went down and started playing
with Legos. Every once in a while I
feel inspired to build, and this break has been one of those times. At about 10:30 or so, my grandparents call
to say that they don’t want us to drive in the insane blizzard to pick them up
for Thanksgiving dinner, which my mother promptly tells them is absurd. Then, the real reason of the call is
discovered; my grandma has forgotten what time we were coming over and wishes
to know. It is a subtle system of
obtaining information, but it is the Austin way. A neighbor comes over and brings me a pie – specifically for
me! Not the rest of the family, but me,
I am quite honored by this gift. At
this point Nate and I are told to go shovel off all the ice so that the grandparents
will not be upset when they get here.
I go and shovel off the paths and mind my own business when I get
attacked in an undeclared snowball war.
Nate and Anna, who is outside for who knows what reason, gang up on me
and we fight with snowballs until it becomes more convenient to throw shovels
full of snow at each other, making a mess of the areas we just shoveled.
Back
inside we go, to eat some food to hold us over until the feast at 4:00. Nate and I play some computer games and then
I am called to get ready to pick up the grandparents. I am the chosen one to drive in the blizzard, risking life and
limb in an effort to save Thanksgiving.
So I shower and shave and take off in the Neon with Anna in the
car. She makes sure to remind me
(twice) that my grandparents will only appreciate classical music and that I
should adhere to such an appreciation.
We pick them up at 3:28, where they are already waiting with
anticipation for the meal. The
customary greetings take place and we head back home. Here is just a small part of the conversation:
We pass
a cemetary
Grandpa:
Well, those people wont be having turkeys for dinner
Me:
Well, no grandpa, you are right they wont.
We pass
a friendlys
Grandpa:
Can we stop there and eat first?
Me: You
better not say that near my mother...
We pass
a mcdonalds
Grandpa:
I wont ever eat at mcdonalds
Me: Why
not?
Grandma:
He says he wont eat there, I dont know why
Grandpa:
They urinate on the burgers...
I cannot
help but say that I find my grandparents refreshingly humorous.
We arrive home for to view the final
preparations, and then it is time to eat.
Everyone sits down at their named place settings (courtesy of Anna) and
Dad prays and we eat. I could have
written this same paragraph 5 years ago and nothing would have changed. Dad is somewhat grumpy and is upset if the
passing does not go well. When I say
passing, I mean the transfer of a dish from one person to the next, always
counterclockwise, in an efficient, timely manner. If someone does not pass their dish at the correct and fast time,
chaos ensues. And I mean chaos. My grandparents comment on how they only eat
like this once a year. My mother
informs them that we have a big meal on Christmas that they always attend as
well. This year, the whole table
notices that people are sitting in the wrong places. Steve is not here this year, and Anna and Mom took the liberty of
changing around all of the places. It
was a bit confusing for me, but then again I have been branded as the “hater of
all change” and my opinion has lost its value in any situation that is a change
of some sort. So the other family
members needed to duke this one out.
At the end of the meal, Dad does
the dishes and Mom cleans up the food, and Grandpa and Grandma are told to stay
out of the kitchen. There was some
chitchat, and then I was sent to take them back home again.
I took a nap, then played some
more video games, then watched Dinatopia.
It is an interesting show to say the least, all about humans and
dinosaurs, go figure. Then I looked at
some of the great bargains that stores are having tomorrow, and then everyone
went upstairs to bed, at 10:00. It is
so early, I will be in bed by 11 and life will be good. And thus ends the eventful Thanksgiving at
the Austin household.
Tune in next time for an Austin
Family Christmas…
11-15-02
I have decided to update this
sucker once again. There is, I suppose,
much to say since the preseason days.
Cross-Country is over, and I am finished running competitively for
life. My professor Wei Hu takes up most
of my free time with his long programming assignments – I have to first write
the programs and then I revisit them all to grade them for the class. It is not a great system, but at least I am
kind of a TA again, like the good old days.
YFC is fun, lots of great kids there.
FYI is over. That is fine with
me, because a lot of the kids I taught in FYI did not think so highly of me,
and it showed in their leader-evaluations.
Such is life, I suppose. That is
how honors kids act all the time, I am told…
My newest project is the STAR
column dedicated to things I feel like writing about. I will post all of my articles on the website, don’t worry.
That’s all for now, I’m too lazy
to keep writing.
The rest of these entries can be found in the ARCHIVE page.
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