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Name: Dan
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Chicago
Birthday: 4/9/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: God, magic, computer stuff, movies, getting free refills, sleeping in, having an undramatic life, eating cookies, and looking out the window.
Occupation: Computer related
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AIM:  danmagicman7
Member Since:
4/2/2005
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| Ever used the "It's always the opposite of what I first think" method as a way to remember something?
I do it all the time. Which light switch is which, which side of the car to walk around if my mom dropped me off (when I was a kid...), what hand is left, right, whatever. You know what I'm talking about.
When you do something on an instinct and you realize what you're doing is wrong, you'll often say to yourself "Oh, I'll just do the opposite the next time." You do this especially for things that you only have to do every once in a great while to remember how to do it...like, putting back your dad's wrench "upside down" or "right side up" in the toolbox - things like that.
So, this works for a while. The "wrong" way always comes to mind first, and you remember that you need to the opposite. Lets say your dad always wants you to put the wrench in the toolbox upside down. Your natural inclination is to put it right side up, but wait, you remembered that you needed to do the opposite, so you put it upside down. That is the correct way. Your rule worked. Your dad can use his tools efficiently now. Everybody is happy, and the world is at peace. Wonderful.
Then, after a while, the opposite (but correct) becomes first nature. This is the dangerous part, because you still remember that you need to do the opposite. So, you do the opposite of your first (and correct) thought - the "opposite of the opposite". So, that means your first thought is to put the wrench upside down, but then a little thought pops into your head "Oh, that's right, I have to do the opposite!" So you put it right side up.
Well, guess what... just when you thought the magic "opposite" rule always works, it fails you. You're are doing it all wrong now. Someone's going to notice the wrench is put back in the toolbox - your dad.
So, your dad gets mad at you. "I thought I told you to put it the wrench upside down!" After running the "opposite" rule through your head several times, you'll vigorously defend the way your "remembered" to do it. You'll deny the fact that there's any remote possibility that you and your little rule are wrong.
But, after a quick and decisive victory by your dad, you realize that you're in the wrong. Oh well, your rule was wrong for this application. Whatever.
So, a month later, you have to borrow the wrench again. You are about to put it back in the toolbox. Two thoughts pop up into your head at the same time. You definitely didn't see this one coming.
"Put me right side up! ... Put me upside down!"
Crap.
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| I woke up this morning. At 7 AM.
Now, the last time in recent memory that such an event happened was the last time I pulled an all nighter, which has been some time...since I usually go to bed at 3 AM or so.
Anyways, I promptly arise to my alarm and get dressed to head to breakfast. My roommate, who is normally up early, asked me, "Dan, where in the world are you going?"
"Breakfast." I replied automatically. I said it like I did it every morning...ha, what a thought.
So, I waltz out of my room in my Carhartt winter coat and am ready to head down the stairs. A friend, Justin, spots me. Upon seeing me, he pulls out his phone to check the time. "Dan? I didn't know you knew that 7 AM existed!"
Okay, that's surprised person #2 this morning.
I venture out into the pre-dawn winter wonderland, walking through the lightly falling snow and making footprints in the snow dust on the sidewalk. I felt pretty good. Well, it wasn't that magical, I was just walking to breakfast.
Barb the lunch lady (she scans our cards for meals) sees me, then goes "Dan!?" with a surprised inflection in her voice. "It's not often I see you at breakfast!"
Okay people, I just woke up for friggin' breakfast, give me a break. I mean, I went to bed at 4 AM, couldn't get to sleep, then at 7 AM had a sudden and unimaginably strong craving for breakfast. It's not like I'm pregnant or anything. Gosh.
So, I guess today I'm a morning person. Maybe I should vow to wake up this early every day this week. Yea, lets do it. | | |
| It is the return trip of my 46th walk to Handy Andy this school year.
Philip and Danny are my companions on this nighttime festivity.
We are all enjoying an array of beverages. Myself, a can of a "Mean Bean" flavored Java Monster energy drink. It's pretty much an un-wimpy version of a bottled Starbucks Frappuccino.
Stories were told of the good ol' days of our childhood -- how we had to walk 5 miles to school at 5:15 in the morning, uphill, in the snow, with no shoes, all the while juggling our books because we had no backpack. Oh, yea, we were also being shot at. You know, it was like the stories your grandparents tell you, where their childhood walk to school seems to get 1 mile longer every time they tell it.
Anyways, we had just passed "the sign" - a legendary landmark on this traditional walk.
For some reason, I thought about acting like a tour guide, telling my fellow travelers to "Avert your eyes towards 'the sign'". I thought "avert" was a bad word choice, so I turned to Philip and Danny, who were both walking closely to me on the narrow sidewalk, and asked if avert meant to look away, and they both told me that it was. They also both agreed that "Avert your eyes towards 'the sign'" is simply an oxymoron.
As I took the next sip of my Java Monster drink and savored it's goodness, I thought of the ridiculousness of both me actually guiding a tour to and from Handy Andy, and also the perceived stupidity that my tour group would have towards me if I said "Avert your eyes towards the sign"...because that absolutely makes no sense.
Then, in the middle of my sip, I chorkled. As I tried to suck down the yummy liquid inside my mouth, I could not hold back my inevitable laughter. A stream of coffee spewed from my mouth and ricocheted off of my drink can, sending a spray of coffee everywhere. Danny did a quick hop and skip ahead of me to avoid the blast, while Philip simply could not avoid the explosion, and was victim to its sticky effects.
Of course, my hands and drink were now soaking wet, and laughter ensued.
Oh, and I was accused of being high.
That was the coffee-infused explosion.
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| I can't sleep right now. I'm in a writing mood (I think this one's gonna be good). So, let's write a post! Oh boy!
Think of swimming in a pool on a warm, summer day. The sun is glowing down on you while you twirl around doing whatever in the cooling water. Every step you take is on a rough pool bottom. Remember when you were a kid and you scraped your foot, or knee, or elbow on the bottom of the pool? It hurt didn't it?
Well, I get to revisit that fond childhood memory every morning - with my face.
Yes, Wengatz has all-new stackable furniture. While our room is a glorious room setup indeed, the room is set up so the top bunk is about 2 feet from the ceiling. As luck would have it, I have the top bunk.
You would think a ceiling is a nice, smooth surface. Oh, no...here the ceiling has rough globs of dried paint (and other to-be-determined material) stuck all over the ceiling. It's like someone glued one huge piece of extra rough sandpaper on our ceiling, then painted it creme white.
Well...put the 2 foot clearance, a sandpaper ceiling, and me all together...and what do you get? A painful morning experience.
Yes, on those bright sunny mornings when I (sometimes) wake up to whatever my cell phone is playing, I get to have a brief make out session with the porcupine's long lost cousin, my ceiling.
What's worse is when I oversleep. I'll wake up, glance at the clock, realize I'm late, then my whole body will jolt out of bed (or into the ceiling) in an "Oh crap!" reaction. If I'm lucky, my face, shoulder, and two knees will all make simultaneous contact with the ceiling, making it a battle-scar proven affair.
I guess the only Pro to this whole situation is that instead of counting sheep at night, I can pick these little specks of pain off the ceiling with my fingernail and count them one by one. "One speck falls the floor, two speck, three speck..."
Well, time to go to bed. Hooray.
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| So, what I probably enjoyed most about my summer job was that every day I got my FEELINGS all out about the day through my blog (http://internmebeautiful.blogspot.com). Yes guys have FEELINGS that they can talk about because they FEEL things that are FEELINGS. I haven't been doing that lately...so arguably I haven't been feeling...I dunno. I like writing anyways.
I feel like feeling like feeling things, do you feel me? Good.
So...what my summer blogs consisted of were (drumroll if you want):
- Telling what kind of work I did out of obligation
- Not telling some of the work I did
- Revealing the many adventurous happenings of my day.
- Reviewing the lunch spot I went to in Chicago
So...let us begin, following the same award-winning formula for today. Shall we? We shall.
Today, I had only one class, technically. First class the prof wasn't there, second class was an interesting guest speaker, third class prof wasn't there, and fourth class was no class. Awesomeness. Then, I had work. IT Client Services...for two hours.
Now begins my food review of lunch...at the DC. Fine dining at it's best. On the menu: really bad stuff in the line...including baked cod! Yummy. So, for the first time ever, I had two slices of pizza. Long story short, I couldn't muster up the willpower to finish the 2nd piece. No pizza should ever do that to you.
Since I think it's weird for me to talk about every detail of my day, I won't. So begins my string of now almost regular posts. Hooray.
When I think of a great idea or when I feel like over exaggerating a really normal story, expect a post. That is all.
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