I haven't done anything much with this yet because a) I've been busy, b) I've been lazy, and c) no one comes here anyway.

Today is Gig's birthday. Gig is my dog, if you didn't know. I got him when I was 7, way back in 1989. I doubt he'll be here much longer, although he is in good health.

I registered for summer classes. Really looking forward to that. Rained like crazy today. Ate too much. Got a new Tetris high score. Image looks crappy because I used my scanner. Matt Doherty is gone. It's about time Michael came back and coach for UNC. In my dreams. My brother wants me to take him to see Anger Management tomorrow. I'm always in the mood for a Sandler movie. Blah.

My brother and I went up to Eastgate to see Anger Management (5/10). Josh was at the ticket counter with his girlfriend Jodi. We talked for a second about Jeremy getting married on October 4th. We're growing up and it sucks. Anyway, he let us in for free.

The movie wasn't good. Every Sandler flick ends with a group of people, a speech, and celebration.

Broke my previous record like crazy. This weekend is very busy. I have lots of work to do. I was talking to my teacher, Ms. Ulrich, just a minute ago, and maybe I will still go for another degree. I'm not sure right now if I will or not. It's going to be a year before I finish with this IT degree. Perhaps after that I will go to UNCC or State. Maybe even Pfeiffer. Who knows?

Brian Doherty on reason.com recently wrote the following about Kurt Vonnegut:

Kurt Vonnegut is now doing an advice column for the left-leaning biweekly In These Times (and slowly wearing away the residual affection I have for him based on how groovy I thought Cat's Cradle was when I was 12.) In the April 14 issue, he advises a woman thinking of having a baby: "Don't do it!" since the kid would be "unlucky to be in [a society] without a National Health plan or decent public education." While this anti-life, insanely privileged and whiny opinion is bad enough, somehow my respect for him as a writer and thinker was even more damaged by his further advice that she -- to avoid having a baby who might have to suffer the existence-nullifying pain of perhaps having to, as an adult, pay for its own health insurance or medical bills -- "go on practicing safe sex." That sort of lifeless, prissy, abstract bilge marks one as a social worker, not a practicer of literature.

Dude, are you seriously serious?

Vonnegut has been very satirical lately, even more so than usual. The "don't do it" quotation has the purpose of simply pointing out some of the crappier qualities of our society. The point: let's fucking fix it already!

It seems.

Jordan played his "last" game tonight. Dean was there, of course. He only scored 15, but who cares? Roy Williams is going to coach for UNC...for $2 million a year.

No class today. And none until the Monday after next. I'll still be working all week on school stuff, though. Today's Andrew's birthday. I haven't talked to him in at least six months. It's probably been more like 8 or 9, actually. I need to IM him sometime.

Easter. Ate too much. Greasy hamburgers and pastel candy. Carlyn joined the church.

It's 4:54am. I woke up early and I couldn't fall back to sleep. It's not a bad thing, though. I was having a dream with several people from high school in it. Keri, James Diggs, Matt Kimrey, Allison, Taylor, Stephanie, and a few others I was less associated with. It was very strange. First, Taylor and I were at church and these people came with some uzis and crap to take the place hostage. This one black guy was tying me to another prisoner and I told him to look me in the eye. He did with some hesitation and I said, "I would have died for you, man!" Don't know what that was about. Anyway some of us got loose, ran to the preacher's house and found some ammo for the guns we mysteriously now possessed. I remember I had a shotgun, a pistol, and an uzi. We were being chased all over that house and around it, and we had lost a couple guys. I decided to do something. So I ran around the back of the church to where my car was. I got in, floored it (at which point it accelerated like it could never do in reality) and headed to the back of the preacher's house. I swerved to a halt and the men in pursuit (who happened to look somewhat like pirates) stopped and stared. I again floored the gas and rammed every one of those bastards. Celebration ensued.

Then I was at some place, very weird place with rooms and I could see water. It felt almost like I was in a school environment. Anyway that's where James and the others came in. Around ten of us were sitting down in a room, and you could see through the walls. Keri had went off somewhere and I was about to go down to another room and I wrote something in her notebook. Several pages past the current page she was using, almost near the end. I'm not sure what I wrote. Then I went off to the other room and Allison was there. I told her I felt lonely. There were like 30 girls all around her like a slumber party or something. When I told her I was lonely she told the others and they all came running after me (not Allison, she stayed there; she was like their leader or something). Thirty girls running after me, only in my dreams. That was one of the strangest dreams I've had in a long time.

I really miss high school and all my friends. Especially Keri. We've only spoken once within the past couple months. I don't want to lose touch with her.

Ever since I bought my DVD player last June, I've been in the very slow process of upgrading my favorite movies to DVD, and doing whatever I can with their VHS counterpart. Today I ordered Goodfellas, Taxi Driver, and Army of Darkness (the newest release--double disc set). I've had these on VHS for years, but DVD is so much better.

I wonder what will come after DVDs.

I worked outside for four hours today. Mowed the yard (we don't have a lawn), weed-eated, and trimmed the apple tree. It was way too big. I've a big project due May 9th in my Web design class. We have to make a Web site demonstrating all the things we've learned. I'll just make one about the Simpsons or something.

Dad and I cut down the beast of bushes beside the chimney. I call them a beast because they were nearly ten feet high (they were only supposed to grow to four). It was a lengthy task just cutting them down, but then we tried to dig out the stump and roots. Bad idea. We ended up calling James to come cut them off at the base with his chainsaw. We'll replace them next weekend.

Arbor Day was yesterday, but I didn't go. Carlyn and I drove over there around 9, but it began to rain pretty hard along the way. I did basically nothing today, other than taking my final exam in my OS class. I take that class online. Don't let that fool you, online classes can be more difficult than the seated ones. Anyway, I made a 92 on it, and my final grade for the class is 97.