Just got back into school. I feel much more at home here, now.

Why do things always have to be like this? Things always happen at the wrong time. . .

I say, Kill 'Em All

Xikey, there are so many smokers on campus. I think I have lung cancer already. Bastards.

One word. Wow. Great setting, great story, fantastic animation, and fricking gorgeous soundtrack. Definitely a keeper.

Hm. . .not sure about that


"When Doves Cry" (by Prince)
How could you just leave me standing,
Alone in a world so cold?
Maybe you're just too demanding.
Maybe I'm just like my father--too bold.
Maybe you're just like my mother.
She's never satisfied.
Why do we scream at each other?
This is what it sounds like,
When doves cry.


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So, I went to film class again. It sucked again. But at least the movie wasn't nearly as bad. This time it was The Quiet Man, starring John Wayne. I actually enjoyed it, all two hours worth. It was bright, colorful, charming, and good natured.

Of course my instructors are still morons. They don't even bloody know the difference between affective and effective, immigrate and emigrate, and FlashDance, Footloose, and Dirty Dancing.

I hate it.

Yo, Tito, hit me up on IM sometime, I've got some Photoshop related questions.

This is the fooking greatest thing I have ever read in my entire frigging life. Taken from Yahoo Movies


Greg's Preview Thoughts:
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8/22/03 - Now that it's been announced, it makes perfect sense, but I have to say, it never occurred to me that New Line Cinema would do it. What is it, you ask? They are returning the first two movies (as extended versions with 30+ more minutes; basically the DVD extended versions) to theaters (about 100-150 nationwide) in December, in anticipation of this film's release (see notes to the left), and then on December 16th, those theaters will present the entire trilogy as a 10+ hour event (and that's not counting the intermissions!). New Line gets massive, massive props for going this route. Yes, it's basically a massive promotion for a movie's release, but for Tolkien fans, this is probably going to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see all three films back-to-back on a big screen. I would imagine there will be either massive camping out for tickets to the event (or in this modern age, just a rampage to buy the tickets online). It's true that most Tolkien fans will have seen these extended versions by December 16th, but the real difference here is the live experience, seeing Tolkien and Jackson's work as a complete epic, with the big finale being what they *haven't* seen before. I'm expecting the audiences are going to be *great* for these events; this just seems like the kind of fan experience that comes around only once a decade or so (opening day of The Phantom Menace was the last time). Again, New Line gets massive props. They are showing that they know how to make the fans very, very happy.

Alright, I got alot more work on LXG done. Sahweet!

So, today I found out that one of my friends, Tae Jun Kim, is in my Astronomy class. No way! That was weird. So, T.J. and I were down in the Union playing Soul Caliber 2(curse you, Nightmare! Mitsurugi almost vanquished you for the third time! Next time I shall triumph!) after lunch, and who walks by, but Lu. Curse my luck. It was just a quick hello, though, nothing too bad.

Family Guy is great. Especially with Will Ferrel as the Black Night.

So, for once I got up off of my lazy bum and tried to get some shiznit taken care of. Usually I just sit back and let things happen as they happen. Not this time! This time I pwned them! Yeah, that's right. I got into an already closed class. So screw, Irish Film. Stupid Bastards. I'm in an Intro to Film class. American Cinema, a-holes. Well, sure it's an intro, but the film class I was in was going to make me grow up hating all Irish.

First assignment, watch Psycho. Har har!

Oh, I also bought my books. I rule

Yeah, I really hate this gateway mouse pad that's down here in the computer lab.

Holy smokes, the people in here were drunk as fook. Bloody, they broke my lamp, spilled whiskey all over the floor, repeatedly, and nearly smashed through a window. If I wasn't here, they would have all killed themselves.

Oh well, such is the life of the straight man.

There should be brutal dismemberments in Soul Caliber 2.

Girls are frustrating

I still miss you, Dad

They say the first year is the hardest. I disagree. That would imply that things get better. Doesn’t happen. Sorry to burst your euphemistic little bubble. It never gets easier. I suppose that I might have a twisted view. You see, I can’t grieve. Don’t tell me just to let it go. Don’t tell me he went home. Don’t tell me he’s in a better place. That means nothing. He may be in a better place, but he’s not here with me. Where a father belongs. And to see your mother remarry in a mere six months, it doesn’t convey the idea that you’re all in this together. When even your own brother and sisters don’t even talk about him, it makes you think that they’ve forgotten, too. Well, I haven’t. I haven’t forgotten the most influential adult in my life. I haven’t forgotten how it felt. That instant of soul rending agony, as I watched and felt him give on last sigh. I felt him grow cold and rigid in my grip. Then, blackness, emptiness. Devoid of feeling, emotion. Now, I don’t have the compass I once had. I have nothing to measure myself against. It’s like driving down a dark back road without any headlights. How am I supposed to know how to act? How to be? I didn’t have enough time. All I wanted, was to reach the point where he’s no longer just a father, just a disciplinarian. But also a friend. I wanted Dad to be my friend. So bad. I was a stupid kid. I was rebellious, hateful, spiteful. I never gave him the chance. Now, I see my folly. I know that I wanted him to be my friend. I think he wanted that, too. It’s too late now. Regret tears me apart. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about how I pushed him away, until it was too late. Until the cancer had ravaged and destroyed his very faculty of thought. Only then did I realize what he was. And how he loved me. I know that he loved me very much. And underneath all of my filth, all of my dirt and hate and envy and spite and rebellion, I loved him. And still do. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s gone. That I’ll never hear his laugh or voice again. I just wanted to know that he was proud of me.

Dad, I was am proud of you, I am so proud that I had you as a father. I just want to be like you when I grow up. Dad, are you proud of me?

Happy birthday, Nikki.

I've gotta say, this is probably accurate.



You represent... anger.
Mad at the world, eh? You have a tendency to...
freak out easily. Overly emotional about
everything, you're most prone to bouts of
cruelty and moodiness. Other people may be
afraid of the fact that you explode so easily,
but at least you're honest... even if you're
honest about not liking anything.


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Meh, not much to report. Because not a bloody lot happened today. In fact, the most eventful thing that I did was take a walk at about midnight. I just went out, tried to clear my head. Of course it didn't work, things are just as confusing and hard to see as before. But, I must admit, that I did enjoy the simple pleasure of walking alone in the darkness. Somethings will never change. I'm just waiting to recognize Your plan.

Pray for Tatsu and his friend. They need your prayers.

I miss her.

So, I'm watching a recent SNL episode featuring one Brittany Murphy. And one thing sticks out in this episode.

SHE LOOKS LIKE A FRIGGIN' COKE FIEND!

Right now, Tatsu needs your prayers more than anything. Please, pray for him.

You know, it's the last sentence that makes it all ok.

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I can't even believe how bad Kill Bill looks. *shakes his head in disgust*

I had an AWESOME time.

An open window, eight stories up. Give me a concrete kiss.


It hurts. God, it hurts.

I feel like loss. I feel like loneliness. I feel like heartbreak. I feel like Death. Suddenly, in fifteen minutes, everything changes. Moving too fast to be real. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. I only have a vague idea of what. And it hurts. It hurts like the pain of eternal blackness. A scorching fire that threatens to consume my very sanity. A fire that beckons me to close my eyes and die. I don’t want this. I beg it to leave, but the monster does not listen. It only exists to destroy. I thought he was gone, but nay. He will never leave me. The one sure thing in life is that all will pass me. Nothing can last? Why not? Why can’t the good stay, and the bad leave. Why does it inevitably lead to failure and pain. I don’t want this pain. I don’t want the suffocation of loneliness anymore. I thought I had found a way to beat all of the darkness which surrounded me. But, now it all seems in vain. It’s not supposed to be like this.

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She said I'm changing.


. . . and she's right. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.

A couple of strange things happened to me last night, and today. First, I was messaged by some crazy girl who said that her friend said I was cute. Well, I can't really argue with that. I'm friggin sexy. But anyhoo, we get to talking and soon I find out that not only does this girl 'commune' with Mother Nature, and Mother Ocean, but her mother also fancies herself a psychic. And she has promised to train her daughter. Wonderful. So, we launch into a debate/discussion/argument that lasts a good three hours. I don't know if she hates me or not, it doesn't really matter. Sure, I can be really bloody stubborn about things, but I have to really care strongly about it. When we broached the subject of abortion and euthinasia. . .well, I'm sure most of the people who know me, know of my stand on the two most extremely barbaric acts that modern civilization engages in.

But enough of that. Today, I was in my Astronomy recitation class, when some dude walked in, big frizzy hair, with a bloody pick sticking out of it. I was tempted to approach him, and kindly inform him that while he was doing his hair for class, he must have forgotten to remove the pick. Then, I paused. And went through my checklist of style/fashion. You know, just to see if it was intentional.

Kyle's Checklist for Whether Something Is a New Style or Fashion, or Just Plain Carelessness.

1. Does it look incredibly stupid?
2. Are there holes in the clothes, even though they look new?
3. Are the jeans faded although there are no stains?
4. Is the shirt missing an arm?
5. Is there an Italian man's name emblazoned upon the clothing?
6. Did said individual pay in excess of $100 for the clothes?
7. Does it look incredibly stupid?

If any of the answers are yes, then it's a good bet that someone thinks they've got style. Dorks.

Moving on.

I curse my ill fortune! Yeah, I've been saying that alot. I think I've been a bit down. And, I've decided that's no way to live. It's time for me to just suck it up. Take it like a man. No more whining. From now on, I will be invincible. Bring it on.

I hate both Geico and Progressive commercials. Please, someone, stop the bloody idiocy.

This cold is kicking me right in the boys.

I need to start a gang. A posse, if you will. I will command them to do my evil bidding and they will execute my petty whims with vigor. Only, it will be all women. Hot women. Hot naked nympho women.

Yeah, I definitely need to start a gang.

So, apparently some induhviduals believe that they can vanquish my gang. Not so, young ones. First off, my gang of hot nekkid chicks will seduce your monkeys and various other minions. Then, Fallopian Hate will brutally murder my gang, your gang, and devour any monkeys left. Stained in the blood of many nekkid women, she will then come after the gang leaders. There will be no escape. I'll be out of the country by then, so I'll survive for a bit. But, she'll find me as well. And probably slay me with extreme vengeance.

Man, I guess the real winner is Fallopian Hate.

I've decided that I want to OD on cold medicine and violence.

Apparently there is an Army of Darkness comic series. My new mission in life is to acquire them.

So, I just noticed that about every third entry has the 'sick' somewhere in the title. It's a freakin' epidemic.

I hate Goat Boy.

So, I woke up this morning, fell out of the top bunk, and was pulling on a pair of jeans when my crazy Asian roommate explodes out of the bathroom. He began screaming obscenities and rambling about the hot water being shut off. No big deal, he's always yelling about something. This time, however, he was soaking wet and wearing nothing but a towel. *sigh* He then ran out into the hall, continuing to scream and holler. Then, this nutbag took went down eight stories to the lobby and complained to the security guard. Of course, the poor woman couldn't do anything about that. So, then he ran across campus to the bookstore(why? I have no bloody idea), found out that the lower floor is flooded, there will be no hot water till Monday. He came back up, still hollering.

"Why don't you just put on some clothes?" I say this because the kid is shivering like an epileptic. His reply?

"I can't, I'm still dirty"

I fear for my life.

Here's a technique to make yourself feel popular. If your are like me, and no one ever talks to you on IM, I've developed a little 'trick' to fool myself into thinking that people like me.

Step 1.
Send an IM to someone which prompts an answer, such as 'Any big plans for today?' Or 'I love you.'

Step 2.
Immediately close the window.

Step 3.
Wait

Step 4.
Keep waiting

Step 5.
Forget that you sent the message.

Step 6.
Rejoice when a new window pops up.

Yay, you're popular! People want to talk to you!


I hate myself.

The Walken is on SNL

How kickass is The Goonies? I mean, come on.

So, there I was watchin' a bit o' SNL. I was watching that skit with Jimmy Falon and the guest(this time it was the flagrantly gay guy from Will and Grace) as workers at some superhip clothes store. It was during said skit that I realized Jimmy Falon is a terrible performer. I mean, sure, he seems like a likeable chap, but the man has never gotten through a skit without cracking up. That's just not professional. Now, take a comic genius like Kevin Nealon, or Bill Murray. Those guys never even smiled while delivering some of the greatest comic lines ever. But this chump Falon can't even make it through a second-rate skit without losing control. A sad statement for the state of the once great Saturday Night Live.

Words cannot describe my frustration with girls. I should just shoot myself in the face.

For my film class, I must watch certain classics of American Cinema. For instance, two weeks ago I watched Hitchcock's Psycho. Today, I went to the library to watch Singin' in the Rain. I've come to realize that these movies are classics for a reason. They've kept their appeal for a reason. These are really, really good films, very charming.

For instance, Singin' was made in, as I recall, 1952. I wouldn't exactly call it a specialty, but my primary area of interest(aside from directing) is action/stuntwork. So, I pay more attention to these things than maybe normal people would. Now, back in the fifties, action movies were very tame, nothing but punches and pushes. Pretty boring. But, in Singin', the movements were very quick, and the dances were extremely well-choreographed.

One of the songs was from Donald O'Connor(who was a comic genius in this movie), called 'Make 'em Laugh'. This guy showed off some incredible physical comedy and skill. Backflips, great falls, and smashing through walls, all in one long take. Seriously, impressive. But, that's just me. Still, I would recommend watching this movie. At least once.

Onward, have you ever gone into a class, confused as fook on the material, and come out understanding it? Yeah, that happened today in my Logic recitation. It was great. Going into class, I had no idea how to do the Truth Tables, and was ready to put a gun to my eyeball and blow my brains out the back of my skull. But, a bit of help from the TA, actually sitting down and trying to understand, and it all made sense. Ah, what a good feeling.

Currently feeling: accomplished