On Sunday evening I was really tired from driving back from New Hampshire and was not even excited or the least bit thinking when my mom came home from her weekend trip to New York. I as usual just sat in front of the computer, and just went along like nothing was going on. I just didn't want to listen to whatever she had to say. Note the following is translated for easier reading.

"Sarin, come here!"

(non enthusiastically)"What..."

"What did you do this lid?"

My mom was freaking out after she tried to pry open one of the buckets that held her dry rice. If I remember correctly, I sat on that bucket drunk.. and on the phone, not even considering all the other chairs in the area. This certain time I sat on it though, I caved it in and made it hard to open.

"I just sat on it"

FYI me and mom are VERY repeat VERY non communicative. The smallest words will make sense.

"PARTY LAST NIGHT, EH?"

"I wasn't here last night, I had a.. " softly whispering, "party on Friday"

"YOU BROKE IT!"

"It was only me..."

"No chairs to sit on?"

I had no excuse, I just sat on it because it was out in the open and I can't chew gum and talk on the phone at the same time.

"No, it was only me"

"Noo, you broke the picnic table"

JT sat on one side of my picnice table and broke it. It came very unexpectedly, and I knew it was a big deal. When I moved into this house, that table was there. It has been upgraded and painted a huge deal since then, but it was just not cool for my mom to see.

At this point she wouldn't believe it was only one person.

"It was only one person, one on one side"

See how I am being kindergarten in my english. This is how I have to talk.

"Right".

She said that very meanly. After that little happened, she waited to get settled before she asked me what food I served.

"None"

"No food?"

"No, just beer."

"Two bins of beer!? Die!"

Yeah, we filled two recycling bins with beer. I didn't hide them because I didn't hide them last time. I guess she caught on. When she said die, it was translated. In Khmer, it means the same as 'Oh my God'

In the meantime and later on the night, she heard gossip about the party from other Cambodian residents in the area. I believe one of my cousins was at my house when the party went on, but he is here like every night. I think she heard about my party from his mom or somehow.

"So who was here, your girlfriend?"

"No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"She was wasn't she!!!"

Now, I normally lie to my mom. I do it to her all the time. It's for her own good. But I swear I was not lying. She had heard from one of my cousins back in November that I was seeing somebody, but the news probably got to my mom really late. She asked me about it once, and I told her no, but she won't just drop the idea so quick.

"NO, I DON'T EVEN HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"

(...)

Her silence told me that she didn't believe me.

Boy, was she SO wrong.

I have had cell phone coverage from Sprint PCS for about 2 months. Before I was on Cingular wireless for 2 years out of high school and into some months of college. I had no complaints about coverage (there were always there, unless I was in NH), and I never went over my minutes (granted nights began at 7 by default). Right now, I guess I am re-adjusted back to using a cell phone, even though I occasionally forget to bring it with me sometimes (it's really small dude). The phone made for an occasionally more fun semester, and at the first month, it did what it needed to do.

But after getting my third wireless bill, I have built up my anger. For the first time in my life, I talked more than I expected. And this is coming from a guy like me.... if you know me well enough, I absolutely hate phone conversation. Hate them. I can't chew gum and talk on a phone for shit.

First, for starters, my phone is almost crap. I opted not to get a camera phone, because I have a digital camera, but not having gotten one, the ones I went for lacked alot of features that I wanted. The Samsung VI660 may be the smallest and lightest phone that most people have seen...but it lacks important features. For instance, no external display. I can't see who's calling until I use whatever part of my body to open the clamshell. Another problem, the battery. It seriously just doesn't last long after its break in period. I can go through a day fully charged, and probably have three 5 minute conversations, and then I would have to recharge again. Expect what you can out of it's size because the battery life from this small thing is pretty dinky.

Another factor that affects my phone's performance is the Sprint network. In many parts of wherever I am, it just plain sucks and it ends up draining my battery switching towers literally all day. I thought for reliablity, Sprint would have a fairly good network considering I have heard worse about AT&T, but I was wrong. From what I have seen, Verizon probably gets the job the best, and then maybe Nextel. Even if I do get a signal, and a call comes through, my phone is so small it doesn't project enough volume for me to hear.

At the flat price I pay monthly, I get 2 hours less night minutes than when I was on Cellular One/Cingular Wireless. Inflation couldn't have gone up that high, but it's a great strategy. Nobody really sits there and waits for night minutes to come to talk because in reality, most people's night have begun hours ago. I guess that explains why I am over in my charges considering I am a young individual who makes the most calls right before night minutes start.

Pissah. Now I am just sick at looking my phone. I am sick of charging it all day, sick of even using it during the daytime, and sick of changing the volume at work because I know the backlight was draining the battery. Because of this stupid anger, I am even slightly annoyed when I even get a call, just apparently now I have to save those precious minutes for a more important time.

So just for that slight FYI. I don't share my phone with anybody in my family and have always been a self supporting individual, except when it comes to school or automobiles. I will be paying this out of my pocket, and I hate bills. Hate them. I NEED THE MONEY! Please, just think about who pays your phone bill before trying to rack up mine.

The movie is currently playing on less than 1000 screens. It might be fooling to think that your local theater is packed, but in reality, you don't have many places to see it. Anyways, it was great to see such support for a small film. Just think, all of Bush opposers in RI at one spot!

Words are just going to waste my time. Whether your are Bush opposer or not, just try to see it with an open mind, and then make your decisions after. Alot has already been said, with the movie only influencing me into thinking that Bush got ushered into office because of his money swindling ways. Anyways, it's good to read up and not just talk out of your ass like an average American.

Russert said Dems were 'blaming America.' We felt we were catching his drift

ABCNEWS.com : Moore: Bush Voters Saw 'Fahrenheit 9/11'

If you didn't leave angry, you must have been asleep

FAHRENHEIT 9/11 / ***1/2 (R)

Unfairenheit 9/11 - The lies of Michael Moore. By Christopher Hitchens<----read this and be pissed off that this guy is a journalist

oh fuck it, here's a great link. Straight from Wikipeida.

As for that salt, I really didn't need it.

Roger Ebert gave <i>Spider Man 2</i> a full 4 stars.

SPIDER-MAN 2 / **** (PG-13)

This is also the guy who gave Mean Girls only 3 stars. Once again, never trust any person from Chicago. ;)

Update: This post wasn't because I don't trust anybody from Chicago, it's just I really liked Mean Girls.

Update: Ok, so I was just kidding. I have nothing against Chicago, I just wanted to see how long it would take for Meghan to catch it. Besides great things have come out of Chicago or based out of it. Take Perfect Strangers for example.

It's just one bad thing

right after another.

With work occupying 9 and half hours of my time (putting in transportation time), I am limited by the amount of time I have left for myself. There are magazines lying around that I haven't read, video games I have started which I haven't gotten better at, things I want to do but will probably hold it off once again, my newsreader is flooding and things are starting to delete themselves, and I believe I am getting bigger and need to hit that gym soon. It also seems like I don't post on a more normal basis, with things slipping from my head before I put them in writing.

Because of that whole no time thing, sleep has getting to me too. I am not used to waking up at 6:30 every morning, and I also abuse myself by going to bed around 12:30 every night as well. I got so annoyed once when I tried to nap once, I blacked out my curtains with some dark towels. I decided to keep them up because it keeps the room nice and dark so I don't wake up when the sum comes up. We'll see how it goes from there.

So now, we are in the last week of June. I am heading into my 4th week of work, but it feels like I just started last week. It really hasn't even been hot and the beach has been a no-go for me. How in good hell did time move so fast?

On a lighter note, I guess there is a certain thought that satisfies me and hopefully other people as well. This summer, I have every night and weekend off. I don't know how many other people can say the same, but I do feel very privileged.

And with that whole weekend off thing, I am off to NH. See you guys on the flip.

Several things to get annoyed at when you're driving.

-When people rush during rush hour and beep at you when you calmly change lanes as if they called it first. There is no point in being aggressive on the road at all times and I wish RI people weren't so rushed/ angry all the time. Those idiots who are speeding during rush hour are totally fucking up the rhythm of the road. It's not like they are getting anywhere faster than anybody else

-It's probably cool-looking to walk into a club all extra slow...but if you're crossing the street really slow, not only do you look dumb, you all of a sudden start to look fat. That image of a slow motion walker is more like a fattie who just won't move faster unless you do them a favor and throw a Krispy Kreme across the street. Do us a favor, and hurry up. Stop 'keepin it real'.

I wish I had the power to just slow down someone's brakes and just remind them that life doesn't need to be rushed. My devilish side also wants to keep a dozen Krisy Kreme doughnuts in the car just so I can throw them at fat idiots.

When I mean 'The Truth', I mean sexy. And when I mean sexy, I mean the girls at Club Hell are not your average sloots. At the typical club, you have about a group of 4 or 5 girls together, outslutting each other. Each of them are cookie cutter cutouts of girls they are most jealous of on MTV (cough:: Stacey Ferguson). So the guy has only once choice. Since they all look the same, they will just attempt to try and pick up the hottest one in the circle. That drama continues till the 'hot slut' is out of the group, and the loop continues for years and years.

The girls I saw last night had style. Lots of style. It takes individuality to come to a club, and not wear black, as in the artsy girls who flaunt their personality in their creative clothes. It takes the "I don't give a fuck" for the goth to come to the club and have a right to wear black and look good in it. It takes the sweet little girl to wear a schoolgirl outfit cuz that's how she wants to be in bed. And it always takes the fat girl to show up in a prom dress, because she never quite made it to the prom.

So in Club Hell, what you see is what you get. You want a hippie, it's on the menu. The gay guys are obvious, but you don't have to avoid them, because everyone knows they're gay. The artsy, punkish, hot rebels will always be there because, they have that sense of style. Every once in a while, you'll get the ones who look a lil' confusing because...it's false advertising.

At any other club, you'll get a girl, wearing a slut's uniform.

Last night I joined Meg and Jay again for another awesome 80's night at Club Hell. I wussed out last week because I sincerely didn't have money and knew it was definitely a bad time to go. I promised Jay that I wouldn't back out this time, and since the money was back in the picture, it had the elements of a good night waiting to begin. The longest days of summer have approached us and all high school and college kids should definitely be out of school by this time. Plus, yesterday was just hot, and a nice summer day to enjoy with friends. And Club Hell on Tuesday is one of those small reminders of why we love RI so much.

One of the most important elements of last night's 80's night was the music. Since I don't always remember how events took place, I sure sometimes remember where I was or what I was feeling 'when I heard that song'. Club Hell on Tuesday is not your average club night. The same songs don't get repeated every weekend, and just playing that song is enough to make your night even better. Here is what I most remember.

"Pour Some Sugar on Me", Def Leopard
The ultimate slut song. A great way to get things started, and of course, got me and Jay into our first trance. Yeah, there are balconies and poles and girls take advantage of them. Girls with skirts. Otherwise, great song to shout to.

Some old song by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Wow. This song was really really hard. As in I could never dance to it, but it made me realize how much this band's older shit kicked ass. This song started a little punk sequence of sungs.

Some Ramones song, "Mother", Danzig & "White Riot", The Clash
By this time, all the punk heads in black were out. I can remember chanting "Oi, Oi, Oi" when Jay sat down to take a break, and I loved singing the words to "White Riot".

"Don't Stop Believing", Journey
My second indication that this was to be a night to top. I have never heard this song much before, but I was very suprised at the support it raised in the club. So awesome to hear loud, and all I can remember is sitting on the couch with Jay singing some of the words, and gettin stuck in our second trance staring at some girls cleav across the room.

"I touch Myself", Divinyls
I guess now an 80's night staple, but really fun to sing and not look embarrassed.

"Girls and Boys", Blur
Another staple, not necessarily 80's but an awesome song to dance to that has an 80's feel.

"Supersonic", Oasis
Definitely a party pooper. I really really like this song. Knew all the words and everything. Just not everyone was feeling it. <blockquote>Can I ride with you in your B.M.W ?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine</blockquote>Some David Bowie song from Ziggy Stardust
"This is my favorite song!! Dance with me" Apparently Meghan's favorite song. Not for long though. At this point, I had run into a sort of Cranston wall. First it was Marc Denton. Than Blair's younger brother (who also works at Club Ultra), and then Rob Blair himself, then a slew of some more Cranston East people who by this time I have forgotten the names of. Wow, it was a lucky time to come considering I haven't seen some of these guys in years. Much props to Marc Denton, who is here temporarily before he goes back to the war.

"Take on Me", A-Ha
In my opinion, the most quintessential 80's song. Awesome to sing to, and it's got such a groove that you just have to look geekish while dancing to it. Definitely the song of the night.

"Don't You (Forget About Me)", Simple Minds
Apparently Meghans favorite song too. Great way to close the movie, <i>The Breakfast Club</i>, and a great way to close 80's night.

Oh it doesn't stop

SCENE: in the car, after we all pissed on the side of a building, and Meghan is sandwiched between two guys in the back of my car.

"So what are we listening to?"
"Oh, Paul Simon, he's got some cool 80's songs"
"Is this like the whole album?
"yeah"
"Do you have the 'you can call me Al' song"
"YEAH!"

"You Can Call Me Al", Paul Simon
(see above paragraph)

"Taxman", The Beatles
Me and Jay love yelling this song aloud in the middle of Eddy St. What made it funny this time was that Meg kept quiet the whole time till she said something to the other guys in the back to the like of

"So these are my friends, aren't they crazy?"

Me and Jay kept singing. Apparently Meghan had the hardest time in the back of the car, and kept to herself while Jay and me were cutting up our vocal chords.

So, that is about most of last night that I care to remember. It was fun, sexy, and filled with good music. Thanks guys for last night, and more to remember.

Miniskirts

One half of the Olsen twins checked into rehab for an eating disorder recently. Although her publicist says that she is "entered a treatment facility to seek professional help for a health-related issue,".

For all those jealous girls ( and I know they are many), it's about time, and you all deserve this.

Eat bitches.

Crosswalks in RI don't exist.

Even if they are painted on, drivers will ignore them anyway.

So please proceed with caution.

When Dashboard Confessional writes a song for an upcoming hit movie.

Pray for these guys.

Here's what I mean.

1. Go to www.google.com and type in "tan line contest" without the quotes.
2. Watch my ranking as #4.

or just click on this link.

The those three words were in the body of an entry. Repeat, the BODY of the entry and not the title. Apparently I am searchable under alot of terms, but this cracks me up.

UPDATE: This time try "lindsay lohan shaking ass"
or just follow this link

Laugh.

I have been noticing several referrers coming into this site from Google or AOL search. This brings me to believe that this site can only get more and more easier for Google to track. I have learned from others on how Google works, and it has bought in some new visitors. Using my instincts wisely, I have used what I have learned into this site for easier Googling.

Now it sucks that these URLs will change. A thought that quite bothered me, even when I was walking around the grocery store shopping.

Next up is www.killercars.net. I bought it today, and hopefully that will hold up more Googlejuice than this will start to have.

This Sarin.no-ip.com was just a test. KillerCars.net is what I have wanted to do all along. Kinda like the two beirut tables I built this year. The plain old white one that was crappy, was just a test. The beautiful Wildcat one later? That was what I wanted to do all along.

Holy crap,
I spent about an hour going through Abby's LJ and found numerous pics of me.
She rocks, ending up now on my barely used, friends list on the right sidebar.

Can't really talk long because there's people sleeping in the next room. So I'm just passing off bullets to y'all.

Earlier this week, I moved this blog to another server. Basically I set up Apache, PHP in almost no time (because their software is just simple) and gave Microsoft the boot. I am able to do more with PHP, and Apache just loads faster.

I also came to the conclusion, that no matter what ISP I am at, they always will at some point or another, block port 80. Hence the weird urls and such. This will probably continue and since I want this blog to more popular, I am going to have to start looking getting paid web hosting in order to get static urls. There are also plenty of other good reasons for this.

• Getting a paid and dedicated server means I can free up some computer resources and once someone else's very fast web server, it will probably load faster and not be under some jurisdictions such as University policy, or Cox hi speed policies.


• For good publicity, I wanted a new name. Having a website on your name on it...well sorta dull unless you're a celebrity making money. A new ncame would help make the blog a completely seperate entity from myself instead of being called Sarin's Page.


• I don't know enough security if my site ever became too popular. If I lost everything because I hosted my site myself, I wouldn't know what to do. Pay a host to keep your site secure from hackers? Better idea.

So with a name change, I have been pondering what new names to get. Alot of the funny oxymorons have been taken and I really really wanted to grab niceboots.com but that was taken as well. All the good Radiohead songs were as usual taken, except for MyIronLung.com and KillerCars.net. I sat around thinking if KillerCars.net would sink in and so far it has and it sounds more of a legitimate name for a blog. Plus it rolls off your tongue like alliteration or something.

I extended my stay at Crimzon Rose Accessories till the end of the month. I get paid 9 bucks an hour, which is quite good concerning the amount of intelligence I actually get to use. In monetary terms, it comes out to be a little more money per week than DEM because I work a full work week. So I am just as better off as I was last summer in terms with money. Now I gotta start taking that spare time back into the gym I guess.

On Tuesday, just because it was such a nice day out. I decided to go for a bike ride. Now I am afraid of bikes. I haven’t touched mine since high school and my main fear is once when I died my hair red, my mother disowned me and wouldn’t drive me anywhere, not even to work. So, I have hated bikes ever since. There has been this purple bike on my porch, I don't know who it belongs to, but I took it for a spin. And then I spun and spun. I didn’t want to stop riding, but I got very very far. I followed the coast, with the water always to my left. So I followed bike path route signs intelligently spread throughout the area. When the last one said END, I decided to go up the street where I heard and saw traffic. I ended up in Gov. Francis shopping center. I was damn near very far away from wherever I thought I was. Considering I haven’t biked in years, it was pretty good. Although I did have a sore bum for the next few days, it was quite a good warming sensation.

Ron called me on Wednesday and he had free movie passes to go see The Terminal. We didn’t end up going because it was sold out, but they let us into The Stepford Wives for free. It was slightly funny, but I thought I was too young for the jokes to catch in. Although they did leave a very good insult on Connecticut towards the end.

And Thursday was the beginning of WBRU’s Summer Concert Series 2004. They opened the series with New Found Glory. I remember going to a lot of these a while back, and they were very fun back then, but in recent years, they never seem to keep them coming back fast enough. I got paid earlier that day, so it turned into a long night of drinking, mixing drinks in the middle of the mall and walking by cops with our buzz.

On Friday, I lazed out and was only looking forward to a movie. When the time came to grab some money outta the ATM, I had realized I had lost my card. No need to worry, Lauren once again, paid for everything.

Theatre Cashier: That will be $18.50
Lauren: Sarin, you’re an expensive date.
Me: Pay the man, bitch.

I got to sleep in late on Saturday. It felt really good, considering half the time the sun was up in my room. When I woke up, I took care of this horrible itch, and I bought one article of clothing. It’s not like I am am addict or anything, but I was tired of wearing the same nice clothes over and over again. Plus, if you’ve had 40 or more pics of you wearing the same shirt, you really don’t want to wear it again.

My mom invited me to go to a wedding with her. I agreed under the condition that I would leave whenever I wanted to. My mom found my old dress shirt which I still fit in, ha, and I was dressed sharp in no time. Simple very black and white, those two colors will always look good on me. Anyways, I really only came for the food, but the food didn’t come fast enough and I was trying to find new ways to keep occupied. I drank a lot of Heinikens before anything happened and my parents didn’t seem to notice. One of the caterers pushed around two cases of Hennesy, and I was struck in awe. Each bottle costs $40, yet Cambodians love this drink. There was one for every table. My parents consulted me into how much I should pour into a glass, as if I didn’t already know (FYI, Hennesy is a cognac that goes really well with Sprite). I cut myself off cuz I was ready to bounce, but other adults kept trying to fill my glass. Speaking of filling glasses, my mom, yeah, was so spoiling me that I should have told her to stop. She was basically clearing and filling my plate up with food, that it may have looked embarrassing considering I was old enough to drink beer.

Anyways, once I had my share of fried rice, I peaced. Took off my suit, slipped into casuals (which feel so good after a day of sitting upright) and just headed out. I expected a night of Cranston debauchery, but it was relatively calm. Dos Equis anyone?

Cool game. Bowman

Link via Dave Barry

I am not really political. But this kept me thinking for quite a while.

Link via .

I scored a darn 40.95.
It sucks to be mad at yourself for not knowing enough 80s.

I absolutely hate that Mario Winans song "I Don't Wanna Know". I heard it on the radio today at work, and was suprised that I didn't come to the conclusion earlier that it is the most talentless song on the radio now. First reason: the beat, is not even original. P. Diddy stole the beat off the Fugees' "Ready or Not", and this song doesn't benefit from the the "Ready or Not"'s mood and acoustics. Second reason: the song just drags. It's not even that good. I'm sure, the third, fourth, fifth string American Idol contestants could belt out a better chorus (even though it really doesn't have much room for improvement). The chorus itself is sung/said about 5 times, and there is nothing to look forward except for P. Diddy's rap. Third reason: P. Diddy's rap just sucks.

Please stop singing, there is no way you are topping Usher this summer.

Another song I hate, which isn't even worth my energy is Hoobastank's "The Reason". I don't have any justification, I just think the song is piss poor. What a way to pull off a second album and reintroduce yourselves.

I have been meaning to watch City of God for quite a while. A Portuguese film that managed 4 Oscar nods. Last night, after watching it's gritty masterpiece, it is a shame it didn't get the respect it deserved.

Based on a true story, the film follows two decades in the life of a boys in the slums of Rio De Janiero. The slums are ridden with violence drugs, and even more corrupt police. The main character Rocket, chooses to stay clean and tells the story of the 'City of God' from the points of gangs, drugs and violence. The story leads to the maturing of a homicidal young gangster (Li'l Dice), into the city's most notorious drug lord. Li'l Dice matures into Li'l Ze and owns the slums in drug trafficking. When he wants to eliminate his last and only enemy, the war on the streets begin. Violence and war between the two hoodsters ends up into gangwar, going longer because everybody forgot what they were fighting for. The violence continues in a endless circle, as there is no hope in the slums of the 'City of God'.

During the movie, the main character, matures into a photographer, and like his character is, he shows the life from both sides of the story. We never really get into his feelings, as we don't have to, the story is not about the life of Rocket, but what he sees in the streets around him when he grows up. Driving the main emphasis of the movie, the poverty and the organized crime.

Overall acting, direction, art, is top notch with an indie feel. While it may have some snazzy editing, the heart of the movie is in it's characters. You know from listening to 'Rocket' that you'll never have any sympathy for a narrator who doesn't open up to you. We truly feel a passion for Knockout Ned (a former boxer out for revenge) and the other good characters such as Benny (the coolest of the cool). We know that, since he was young, Li'l Dice wanted to be the biggest mobster in the city, and we see it unveil shot for shot. Even when it includes a child actor shooting innocent victimes Helter Skeltah style. The kiddie hoodsters, the Runts, you even feel for them, when in their reality, they don't have a choice.

If you can handle it's gritty realism (kids with guns, kids getting shot), City of God was an underappreciated indie in 2003. Much of the movie was inspired by the 1990's mob flick Goodfellas. If you think the movie is too depressing, try watching the documentary following the movie.

Out of 5, I give it 4 and a half.

Check that out!

This is the coolest thing I have seen in quite a while...

It's probably best to open that into a pop-up considering it goes away after you navigate. Btw, PHP rocks!

Plus the pics from last weekend are up.

Kinda funny, but more amazing,

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Paul Boutin from Slate Magazine wrote this awesome article on steps to protect your pc. Now, the most obvious step, automatic Windows Updates, which even I don't do (simply because it pops up almost every week last year) would have helped debug the sasser worm last month. It seems like to keep your pc secure, you gotta have those idiots who sold it to you unsecure, fix it for you.

From the rest of the article, I tried out Spybot search and Destroy. This is also a very good adware removal program that found 54 problems that my ad-aware didn't fix. Highly recommended and when compared to Ad-Aware, it is completely free.

Link via Boing Boing

So this week has been an interesting one. It was my first week of getting back to work, after finally resting it out for 2 weeks. I don't find the job too tiring, but I do drink about 3 cups of coffee a day. Right now, I don’t know how much my job is paying me. Even my supervisor can’t tell me the exact answer because I’m working under a temp agency. But for whatever the rate is, it’s still good considering the hours I'm racking.

And I still am pretty broke, but slowly getting my way back up but at least having a job helps. Besides my credit card debt, and debt due to my parents, I am up for more debt pretty soon. A Gables parking pass is $350 dollars this year (which isn’t too bad because West Edge is $200) and I need to get another gym membership soon. On top of that, I have to get accustomed to paying a phone bill again. Speaking of debt, I think I am about to kiss goodbye to plastic. Credit cards are the devil for college kids, and when I originally said I was only using it for books each semester, I ended up abusing that really fast. I know that when I do get money I am usually impulsed to spend on something else, rather pay back the debt that I owe. I think from now on, if something is too expensive, it probably is, and I just gotta suck it up. Human beings are naturally impulsive. Today, credit cards are accepted at McDonald's, we finance cars, electronics, houses, even simple things like clothes. There are credit cards from all the big names, and when you go to the casino, the atm can give you cash advances. When we get money, we sure as hell are going to spend it on something else.

Back to me. I have been on a triple day stretch. Lauren’s birthday was Thursday, and since then it has been lots of RI nightlife. First on Thursday, we had some drinks at a classy Irish pub in downtown Providence that was probably the most smokeless drinking crowd I have seen. Second, on Friday, Lauren picked up our UNH buddy Katie, and Phil (who just moved to Newmarket) drove his ass to my house after getting lost in ghetto Prov. We got our ‘ish together, along with JT to meet up with Katie, Lauren and Talia at the Club Ultra.

And Club Ultra is like whoah. Posh with a capital P. Soaring ceilings, mirrors, neon lights, two dance floors, and the most comfortable seating (extra wide and deep velour couches) I have found in a RI nightclub. After Phil got harassed for having a cracked license, it was a night of lots of drinking, dancing, and the sexy tan line contest.

I thought this was a tan line contest, but I don’t see any lines

That said by the MC after the many girls who competed, didn’t have tan lines at all. It was the most shaking ass and boobage I have seen drunk, and it was definitely lots of naked.

Third, was tonight at the Strand. Just usual dancing, but it was ladies night. Girls everywhere, and flying skirts are everywhere as well. Nothing too too special, but you can’t go out dancing every single weekend night like I have been and call it exciting all the time. The only remedy I believe… soon in time we will all have our flow of cash for drinks. But for now, we are all broke asses.

It seems to me that flashing underwear (underneath those very loose miniskirts) is very common nowadays since mini skirts are very in this season. I sure can’t complain, but if you’re waiting in line to pump gas, and you’re treated to seeing an assful of thong when the girl in front is itching herself, it can be quite disturbing.

One of the songs that plays, virtually every party/ club I have been to since February is Usher’s “Yeah”. I heard the song again tonight, and it still sounds good. The song is a frigging phenomenon. It still finds a way to crawl into your ear, and make you want to dance, months later after you first heard it. The beat of the song, is really simple, perfect tempo, not too difficult to make up on your own. It’s simplicity is probably its selling point, you hear it once, and you already know it. You hear it 300 times, and it only reminds you that yeah, it is party time. The first day I heard the song, I was like wow that will be the new jam. Later that day, it was inescapable when I definitely remember sitting in the car and it was on 3 RADIO STATIONS at the SAME TIME. From then on, I knew it will be repeated at every gathering I will goto in the next half year. “Yeah” was played plenty of times at Spring Break, at plenty of parties in the spring, and will probably still resonate with remixes throughout this summer.

Much thanks to those who made this weekend good. An also special thanks to the girls I wasn’t allowed to look at.

It's always great to say the simpler, the better. Not everthing that looks complex and promises great features will give you good performance. I should have known better, but I will almost never trust Microsoft software anymore if I know there are better more reliable open-source software out there. In my case, trying to configure IIS for Windows XP to work alongside ActivePerl, PHP and stupid .Net is just a friggen headache. Yes, Microsoft has caused me enough headaches in the past week with their shitty software. They may have even caused me to lose sleep.

I was under the impression that I got PHP to work under my webpage, but it really wasn’t. Because Microsoft’s crap is so confusing, I just gave up. I was so frustrated, I realized it was time to start over. Even though I have had good results with what I wanted to do, IIS is a headache to configure. I figured anything would be better than using a Microsoft program and I didn’t realize that they there is an Apache HTTP web server for Windows, so I decided to give that a try.

It runs beautifully. While IIS needs a confusing application to configure its settings, Apache just has a basic textfile for its config. It’s almost a blessing. It did everything I wanted to on its first try, while only adding in lines of code in the text config. While this only took me an hour, I was cursing at Microsoft for days with no result. Earlier today, I re-setup my blog, and should soon start adding dynamic content to it soon.

Setting up Apache over IIS, really, is so much simpler. So friends, I recommend to never try IIS again. Apache, is really so much simpler, and from what I have seen, a lot faster. And, the best part, Apache, is free. You no longer need to look at that crappy Win XP cd from Microsoft again.

So thanks for other geeks out there that listen to the demands of other geeks and make free software. Thanks for the Apache Group for a reliable web server, Movable Type for a customizable weBlog and the support they give to their users, JAlbum for a customizable photo gallery program, Winamp for the best mp3 from the start, XVid for decompressing movie files, Mozilla Firefox for giving a cleaner, pop-blocking, faster web browser, the eDonkey project, Bittorrent, Limewire, and thanks to XBMP / Evolution X for powering my XBOX and keeping me dancing on tables with girls all semester.

In the end, the best software is free. I can rest with the best now.

Phil hasn't been online in quite some time (since he moved out since graduation probably). In celebration, I was about to make a post concerning the "where the fuck is Phil?" question. But my question was answered today when ol' goodness himself left me an IM indicating that he is online after weeks of living in that hole. I am figuring that post will just have to wait till the guy disappears once again....

So I'm working for this jewelry supplier (they actually do lots of teenage jewelry, yanno the ones you buy for your girlfriend, but hate being in those stores alone), and probably might stick around till I get my ass back at DEM. The business they do is growing (I don't know why, ladies?), and their lists of vendors reads like The Providence Place Mall (I'm not kidding because I have been in those stores with girls and liked it). But the nature of the job is so tedious, and unrelaxed, that it is quite a pleasure that the dress code is very almost non existent. At least you're comfortable when you do the same non interactive tasks for hours on end.

So I, young guy, always the baby boy everywhere I turn, has to work around 3 other, young, attractive girls who wear nice attire (the ones that don't have sex written over them, but you know THEY are thinking about it). It sucks because I think they think they are just too good looking to be talking to anybody but themselves. But some of the mamas are pretty hot too.

Probably the aspect that I like the most about today, even though it's still only 6, was that I was able to successfully upload a computer image to my phone. I fixed some quirkyness on my website, and just downloaded the files from there. I now have the UNH cathead as my wallpaper. What other goodness can I make and send to this thing? Time and creativity will tell.

So you may have noticed several times in the last week when the look of this page changes. I grew tired of the way it looked before, and after much fubbling around I reverted back to white, grey and orange. That was after I stole the wrong stylesheet from someone's website and ended up with a PINK theme. I gave up and went reverted back to my saved file. But I'm not done. I got to bed last night late, after being really really stupid, and converted this blog to PHP. For some internet god or whatever, it worked they way it did. But I feel it shouldn't have been this easy, but hey it's on now and it only gets better....

Talib Kweli did a song over the chorus of The Beatles "Eleanor Rigby" and dropped a beat over it on a mixtape. If you don't already have a ringtone set, you would hear that beat if you called my cell phone. I got it today when I was bored at lunch.

Last night I barely slept. I was up alot later than I should have been, about 12:40 I think, and I got caught up with blogging crap, but that story comes later. I have been working, so my body should naturally be tired, but.. I just couldn't sleep. It was the first night of the summer where I put my fan on while I was sleeping. For all you kiddies who don't know I sleep in the upstairs of my house. And the upstairs is mostly hotand it will continue to stay hot all summer. With the fan on, I either stay asleep easier (less noise distractoin), or have a hard time getting to 'asleep' because I am tossing and turning. Eventually I got to some sleep. One major long nap.

I woke up and the clock was 2:40am. My mind, didn't stop thinking. I wasn't daydreaming, night-dreaming, REM dreaming or anything. It was just... thinking. You know, the thinking when you have nothing else to do. The thinking that while waiting in a waiting room, you come across a thought and wished the dentist would get back to you later because he caught you in mid thinking. Excuse the bad english for a moment.

At 3:30 I took the initiative to finally get up and check on my blog. I knew it wasn't going to move or do anything, but it's what I do when I get bored. All the time. So I drank some water, read some away messages, hacked around on the web and then heard my brother's alarm go off. His snooze habit would continue for about another hour so I figured it was time again for me to try to go back to bed. It didn't help. I laid there, still in deep thought...about nothing. I don't even really remember getting to a point. It was just a loop.

By 5:15, my brother had left for work, and the sun rose in my room. It wasn't going to get darker until it the sun starts its way down, so I woke up. I turned on the light in my room and went towards the books I packed away from college. I picked up 2 Rolling Stone issues and read and read. I was reading stuff that was only 5 months ago, but now seems so old. I even got really excited about reading 4 pages of Paris Hilton (that's right, 4 Rolling Stone pages of Paris Hilton!). In fact, I had so much fun I hated the idea of having to actually wake up soon and go to work. I wanted to continue reading and reading.

I was well aware of why I couldn't sleep well. My batteries were fully recharged. I haven't had personal vacation time since....proabably last summer because I worked alot during winter break. It was an indication that I slept away all the sleep I didn't get in the past semester, and now it's probably time to start breaking that body back in. This situation has happened before. My first winter break form college, I slept 15 hours on Christmas day. It was my first Christmas, and it was real depressing when I was unable to go online since that break you miss your new found college friends the most. That happened, but every other day I was legitimately waking up at 5, showering, and then going out and doing night stuff. And then I hit a wall and couldn't sleep for a whole day. On that winter break, I played video games, watched a movie or something, but I knew I had run into the same situation when the next school break came. On Winter break of my junior year, I read most of "The Fellowship of The Ring" in the one night when I couldn't sleep (getting through that council chapter is a real doozy). The next break I finished most of the first Harry Potter book. I also didn't choose to take a nap and just rode the whole day out.

So now full aware that my fun time was over, I turned off the light in my room (it was no longer dark) and went downstairs. It was still early quite around 6:15. I took my time getting ready for work, went to work, and have been awake ever since. I don't actually feel I need to nap anytime soon.

The following links to Fred Durst's own weblog, live journal, xangan, whatever you idiots wanna call it.

americanalien's Xanga Site

It's great how Fred portrays himself as an intellectual on his own page.... and how all the comments flood from fans who say how great he is.

I still think the page looks like shit and he used like a pagebuilder or sumpin. But still even the ready-made design colors actually LOOKS like crap. Quite reflective on his personality i guess.

Salon.com Arts & Entertainment | MTV to cut shot of Eminem exposing rear

Media - 1, Groupies - 0

Eminem mooned the audience at the Movie Awards taping last weekend.

For once I am actually happy the FCC is down with censorship.

Moby and Public Enemy team up for joint single - NME.COM

MKLVFKWR

I like the title, but it's a sure bet I am just going to download it.

Lauren61083 : sarin i can't believe that u didn't know the complex was 4 rooms

Ok, apparently, I am in idiot. So I didn't know, and I only went into 2. If I woulda known the Complex (a night club) had a staircase I would have USED it. I guess that's where they keep the other two rooms.

On temp assignment for the week so I won't be around during the day. Which means early bed time for me I guess. I guess I can actually put myself back to good use. I'll see ya when I can.

Last week when Shrek 2 was still hot, you could catch the first 5 minutes of the movie online. Tonight the first 10 minutes of The Chronicles of Riddick will be shown at 11 o clock on MTV. This is a new marketing strategy as more and more bad summer blockbusters hit the screens. I actually think it is pretty cool to to get like a teaser of the film in order to hype interest. But in all interest, even after you paid your 9 dollars to get your interest out of the way, the movie will still suck.

Seen any brown spots in the movies lately? Anti Pirating technology upping the ante up here and there. I swear it is like every year the movie theatre industry is making it more and more painful for us chaps to enjoy a film. Sitting through tons of commercials before actual trailers and the film, and then they actually have the nerve to charge you 9 dollars. In my interest, if technology becomes more and more widespread, theaters will be soo grueling... you wouldn't want to pirate movies anymore.

Possibly the only movie I have interest of seeing....besides Spider Man 2 is Fahrenheit 9/11. The industry is abuzz and political players are quick into choosing sides with Michael Moore. I for sure will take his ideas with a grain of salt, considering Bowling for Columbine was so far fetched. It should be quite the conversation when Fahrenheit finally premieres in the states. With election coming up soon, (I still don't have any affiliation so far) it would be quite interesting to see the backlash this film will receive. We'll just have to see how it goes from here.

I have been reading this retroCruch piece about a reader's 50 coolest song parts...it's a pretty good read, but it would take weeks for me to every complete a list like that.

Quite a good time to be into the alterner rap scene right now. With albums like Dizzee Rascal, Atmosphere, The Streets, Beastie Boys getting much props, and another Kweli album due to drop in the summer, things are starting to shape up. Backing back up into the Streets, I started listening to his stuff earlier this week, and the guy seriously rhymes with a British accent. Accents don't exist in the world of music, but Mike Skinner pulls it off nicely.

Pretty old complaint/prop. I actually don't think the Black Eyed Peas are a good hip hop band anymore. I am grateful they made some good party songs on their last album, but still their new sound sounds tooo sold out. When you go from artistry, to getting your songs sold to the NBA, you know something fell off in the process. So BEP, stop cashing in on Fergie and your bad hip hop joints, where all the underground love at?

So downgrade for BEP and upgrade for Kanye West. It is as if the music scene can't get enough of the Loius Vuitton Don. Now that, in my opinion is going mainstream without selling out. The brother has been in the game for years, doing beats for Jay and stuff, but in the process of him finishing up his solo debut, he didn't lose any artistic integrity in the process. The College Dropout is one of the finest hip hop start to finish albums you will find this year. Kan can swing from underground to club, soft to hard, and stays so without being 'gangsta. His music and rhymes are so individual in his style, that I wish more rappers in this day would open up as much as Kan did in his debut album.

I am currently listening to the new Beasties' To The Five Boroughs, and it sounds kinda whack. From what I have been hearing, they sample Rappers' Delight, sound really geekish, and have Mixmaster Mike on some scratching. I hope it grows on me, but I don't think it sounds very New York, and it sounds too geekish to be political either. It might be time to put these suckers off the map.

So the other temp place didn't call me to wake up and move. That's fine, I slept in...way in...like 1 o clock almost. And then I got to get up and do my thang...

It always suprises me when traffic hits Cranston. You're gone for so long and then when you get back, traffic is a really big issue. I'm used to New Hampshire traffic or lack of traffic in the collegetown, but once I get back here, I actually get annoyed when I wait in line at Wal-Mart. I shouldn't have to wait for long moments just to get a haircut, but I did, and I just stuck up to it because I did it for so long.

So tonight at Remmi's I saw Jamie Hil