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Wednesday, January 28, 2004
 
All righty, come tomorrow, I'll be off to Yosemite until Sunday. Don't expect any updates until at least then as I don't expect much in the way of an internet connection. Have a great weekend, and take care, everybody! (Um... meaning all 5 of you who read this page...)

Tuesday, January 27, 2004
 
Trying to find the new Star Trek 6 DVD release today, I got an unexpected tour of San Diego. For some reason, those Star Trek 2-disc sets don't get a wide release. I've seen them at Target before, so I figured this one would be at the closest one to my apartment. Not so. I checked the Blockbuster across the parking lot, remembering I got the first movie at one. Not there either. So I asked the clerk where the nearest Best Buy was, and she replied in Mission Valley. I'd heard the name before and was vaguely aware of where it was, but I still needed directions to get there. I find myself driving places I've never been before (What can I say? I like my rut!) to finally end up at a shopping center. Another Target was by the freeway exit so I decided to check there again (I didn't really expect to find it there, but I was looking to see if maybe I could score some new toys - no luck) and finally made my way over to the Best Buy in the distance. I did find my DVD there, but driving back I got a little worried. I couldn't find a freeway onramp near the exit I took. Luckily, I stumbled upon one about two miles down the road to get back to the apartment.

Monday, January 26, 2004
 
I got some furniture for the apartment over the weekend. A clearance sale at Lowe's netted me a $75 tv stand for only $15, and my neighbor gave me a coffee table for free (nobody bought it at the neghbor's garage sale). No longer will my living room be filled with plastic storage bins! We now have real furniture!

Friday, January 23, 2004
 
In a week I'll be up at Yosemite for the wedding of my brother's best friend. I'll be missing two days of classes, but it's not gonna set me that far behind. I'm more concerned with how cold I'm gonna be!

Thursday, January 22, 2004
 
Good gravy are my discussion sections boring. Today I only have one two-hour class but it drags on and on and on, ad nauseum! (Ooh, Latin!) Do you know what it's about? Musical films! If you ever want the magic of movies taken away, take a film class. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now, wouldn't you? I've taken three film classes prior to this, but I just had to do it again. Oh, and it doesn't help if you're discussing a movie you didn't even like, as we did today. Ehh, I'm probably making it sound worse than it is.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004
 
Well, I had to go with the "getting to the lab really early" option. So today turned out to be an especially long Wednesday. It wasn't an especially hard assignment, once I figured out what I was doing last night, but nevertheless, it still needed to be done. And now I'm so very tired.

Tuesday, January 20, 2004
 
Oh dear. It looks like I need to rethink my procrastination strategies. I got locked out of the computer lab where a project is due tomorrow, since my teacher never told it to me. Now I need to think of a way to do the work on my computer or else I need to get up really, really early tomorrow (on the dreaded Wednesday!) and do the work then. Either way, I'm boned.

Monday, January 19, 2004
 
It's weird that right now I'm kind of anxious about the next school week starting. There's no major papers due; I only have to make one small project and keep up on my reading. So why do I have this knot in my chest?? Oh man, it's only week three. It's gonna be a long quarter....

Sunday, January 18, 2004
 
Ever had a day when you just don't seem to have the energy to do anything? Yeah, that's been pretty much what my whole weekend was like. Thank goodness tomorrow's a holiday.

Thursday, January 15, 2004
 
So I'm in the discussion section for a film class, and we're talking about the "dancing in the dark" sequence of the Fred Astaire move "The Band Wagon." I came to a conclusion: no matter how old and serious we film students may be, deep down we're still so immature. I found myself and many others giggling when discussing the scene as a metaphor for sex (which it validly is) and seeing the females leads underwear when dancing. I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed.

Wednesday, January 14, 2004
 
I've got a little bit of good news concerning my 9 hours of classes Wednesdays. Instead of having to deal with two cross-campus runs in ten minutes, I only have to worry about one. Apparently, my TA for the section I needed to run to had the same run. Rather than show up hyperventilating to each class, he decided to push back the start of class ten minutes. Every little bit helps!

Tuesday, January 13, 2004
 
Well dang. I started the quarter out having no finals and now I'll have one. (I would've had to write papers and do projects instead.) One of my professors heard he had to give a final, but didn't realize his paper would've counted. All he realy needed to do was say that the time for the final test would be when the paper was due. Oh well, hopefully it won't be on a Friday.

Monday, January 12, 2004
 
I spent the weekend doing some yardwork back home. My parents decided to get rid of one of their outdoor metal arches and I got stuck with disassembling it. It shouldn't have been too hard (I assembled them in the first place, after all), but all the screws holding the pieces together were rusted over. So let's just say that part of the disassembly process included a mallet. It didn't really do much, but it was fun. And oh yeah, the vertical pieces were too big to fit in the trash cans so I had to break it down with the skilsaw and the metal blade. Lots of sparks!

Friday, January 09, 2004
 
Hey now, that's one week of school down! And except for my Wednesdays, everything's goin' great! Now all I need is the dreaded part-time job. *Shudder!*

Thursday, January 08, 2004
 
I had a bit of a distressing dream last night. I wouldn't call it a nightmare since there wasn't anything overtly scary about it. I was in this weird sort of crypt that held personal effects rather than bodies. They were sort of like ornate filing cabinets that held letters to loved ones or other cherished mementos visitors could look through. At the beginning of this dream I was looking through some weird futuristic names (I think this evolved out of another dream I had before it that was kinda like Star Trek), when I turned a corner and saw some scratchy yet familiar handwriting on a note on one of the crypts.

I recognized this writing as Jerry Koo's. Now, Jerry was a kid I knew in my elementary years, who I thought always got the short end of the stick. He was a smart guy and a great drawer, but he didn't always make the smartest choices in how to act. He was somewhat an outcast in our small classes, but I still liked him. Goodness knows I got him in trouble more than once and, sad to say, not always by accident. I always felt that of all my school friends I lost contact with over the years, I really wanted to know how Jerry turned out. Just to make sure he tuned out all right, y'know?

So you can imagine how I felt when I saw Jerry's name on the crypt I was in front of. I remember trying to deny what I saw as I opened the crypt and found a note on top of some things inside. The letter started "To Beth," which I assumed meant Beth Nusbickel. This is funny since, looking back on it now, I believe Jerry had a crush on Jamie McKeever. The letter said something to the effect that he was sorry he didn't turn out as Beth and Christopher Chik had hoped. I realized that this was a suicide note.

It took a little bit before that truly sink in, as I remember my first real reaction was a little annoyance in the fact that I wasn't mentioned in the letter. My ego took a hit at this apparent forgetting of my existence. But then the message truly sunk in and the guilt began to swell. I remember thinking over and over that I killed him, I killed him with my childish pranks and actions which caused him to get into trouble all the time. It was my fault that he didn't fit in.

Why I felt that I had to bear all the responsibility for this, I don't know. But I was, and I started bawling my eyes out as I slumped into a heap on the floor. My mom was in the dream now, trying to comfort me and telling me it wasn't my fault, but it was useless advice now.

Then, much to my relief, I woke up. I was elated to know that I was only dreaming and a little surprised to discover that I wasn't really crying. I guess by posting this online, I'm trying to get the attention of some of my former classmates. Who knows if they'll ever find me, but I do want to say this: Jerry, wherever you are, I hope you're happy, and I hope you're doing well.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004
 
Lucky for me I only had to sit through 8 of my 9 hours in class today. Yes, I am tired. Yes, I am hungry. But I also managed to achieve one of my dreaded fears about my major today: I managed to get approved into class after examination of works in my "portfolio" (read: CD-Rom). So that's one less class where I have to worry about going through that.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004
 
I've started getting textbooks for my classes today, and once again I'm finding out that just because the bookstore says my class doesn't have a book, it doesn't mean my class doesn't have a book. It'd be nice to just get all my books in one place and one time for once, y'know?

Monday, January 05, 2004
 
I'm back at school and the first day of classes is already over for me. I only had one 50-minute session to deal with, so I started the quarter easy today. Actually, Wednesday seems to be the backbreaker for me this quarter. I have to deal with about 9 hours of classes then. I so do not look forward to that.

Over the weekend I spent my last glory days of winter break at Las Vegas with my brother and my cousin. We stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton, and for the first time, my cousin and I were able to play the slots! Hooray for 21st birthdays!

Thursday, January 01, 2004
 
Well hello, 2004! I spent most of last night watching Dirty Pair on Showtime Beyond. Ken came over, and we passed the hours until the countdown. A rather low-key event, but amusing, nonetheless.

 


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