Happy Birthday, Jero. We still gotta break in that piece.

I'd like to apologize to angry. I thought he knew that the pitcher wasn't filled with water. Just bits of frozen water and vodka. I did not expect him to gulp it down. I thought he saw me make that mistake, although not as intense.

It's so good! Once it hits your lips, it's so good!



So just a quick recap of a fun weekend:



On Friday, I treated out the parents and bro to dinner and a movie. While my parents watched Daredevil, my bro and I watched Old School, as I mentioned earlier. Watch it.



On Saturday, we got to relive our glory days and parttake in liquid courage. Fun times. Although our tolerance has suffered from the alcohol hiatus, there was no real super embarrassing moments. And no one yakked... Scratch that... Only one real casualty. And what makes it better was that there was no hangover to nurse. In any case, it was fun to drink. It's so good! HAHA.

If you're in need of some laughs, go do yourself a favor and watch Old School. Will Ferrell is comedy.

Holy sweet god damn.



I just drove the SL500 I mentioned earlier and sweet mother, if it ain't one of the nicest damn cars in the world, then you live in the wrong world. My aunt let me and my brother take it out for a spin so we drove around. And we looked for people. Haha. Unfortunately, no one was around to witness our ten to fifteen minutes of wealth. But man. Silver exterior, charcoal interior. As you raise the hard top in less than 20 seconds, the last sequence locks everything into place and you wouldn't even know that it was a convertible. Driving that car at 80 mph feels like you're going 40. My aunt started it with the card-key in her purse. She let my bro into the driver seat and when we got down the street, the computer complained "incorrect card key". Luckily my aunt also gave us a regular key just in case. A touch of the button raises the car a couple inches and lowers it. The seats hug you, and the seat warmers do their job. This car is damn beautiful. Oh man. Damn beautiful.

An aunt of mine is over that we don't see very often so I'm not really all that close with her... but man, I wish she were my ninang or something. She just brought over her new car. That's right. Her new SL500 AKA my dream car (I actually want the AMG version but this one will do). Sweet damn it looks f'ing nice! If I were a car I'd want it to bear my children. I'd really like to ask to see inside, but I think my aunt is protective of her car. Plus I'm embarrassed. Perhaps I should offer her a trade. "Hey auntie, if you let me drive your car, I'll let you drive mine. Your's has keyless entry? When you open the doors of mine, a green light turns on."

In other scholastic news... I find this kind of weird. For my Ethics and Technology class that I took last year (Fall 2001), our professor had us put up all of our papers on his website (hence taking care of the technology aspect of the course). He told others of this course and for whatever reason, one website wanted to use my paper as a student-written work. I find this weird because firstly, my professor didn't grade this paper all too well. Secondly, I think he graded it fairly, meaning, it wasn't that great of a paper. And finally, there were many other papers that I'm sure were better. Maybe they were lazy and chose the first one. Or maybe my style of writing is similar to other works that are there. This might be possible because after looking through all the other student authors, I found that many of them were high school students. HAHA. And to top it off, they added a couple of things here and there like another conclusion. So in reality, it's not even all of my own work. In any case, it can be found at www.actionbioscience.org.

Goodness. When it rains it pours. More discouraging news on the academic front. You would think by now that school would want to get rid of me but it just seems like it wants me there a little longer. Nonetheless, I turned in my signed Petition to Graduate form to the registrar's office. It'll be okay pending the successful completion of this quarter and next...

Man. This f'ing sucks. De Anza doesn't even offer such a program. Is graduating this year not going to be happening? F**k F**k F**k. I was so ready to do it. Dammit! And the crazy thing is it's not really my grades that are holding me back from graduating. I mean, you might be able to say it was my grades that put me in this predicament (by the way, f**k you), but it's really just a scheduling conflict. F**kers! Ugh. This sucks.

How's this for shits and giggles? When I was registering for classes last quarter for this (Winter 2003) quarter, I was planning on taking a class called COEN 120 (Computer Engineering 120: Real-Time Systems). This, (un?)fortunately conflicted with my current nemesis ELEN 115 (Electrical Engineering 115: Electric Circuits I). So, still needing to take that class, I registered today and was hoping to enroll in the course. Lo and behold, it conflicts, yet again, with another course. Ironically (or perhaps not), it conflicts with ELEN 153 (Electrical Engineering 153: Integrated Circuit Design), the course that's supposed to follow ELEN 115.



MOTHER F***ER!!



What am I supposed to do now? MOTHER F***ER! As I had blogged a couple days ago, I originally wanted to take ELEN 115 with another professor who, even after I politely asked her several times if I could add the class, would not let me add. Had she let me add the class, I would not be in this predicament because I could've taken COEN 120. MOTHER F***ER!



What am I supposed to do now? I NEED TO GRADUATE! I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE SUMMER SCHOOL! So I emailed the Dean of Engineering and he said if I could find an equivalent-sounding course at another four-year university, I could take it there. MOTHER F***KER! He suggested SJSU, which would've been cool... if they weren't already a couple of weeks into their damn semester. SOOOO, if school wants to let up on its bitchiness, hopefully I'll be able to take the course at De Anza. I hope the Dean approves. He better. Dammit. I hate school.

Nothing much new around these parts. Pretty good weekend, as extended weekends usually are. And now I'm back to the daily grind, hating school.



Speaking of the whore, today I had that class that I really, really hate. I show up about 25 minutes late (it's an hour and forty-five minute long class). I know, not good to show up late, but I show up and showing up is half the battle. In any case, I hoped that perhaps this time I wouldn't get called on. But I can never catch a break. I happened to sit about 2-3 persons away from the next question. Lucky me. And he knows I'm late and he loves to call on me, so Mr. Miyagi continues the torture, "Daniel. Can you help me out here?" Hey professor, I DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWER. I WILL NOT KNOW THE ANSWER WHEN YOU ASK ME AGAIN NEXT CLASS. PLEASE ASK SOMEONE ELSE AND SPARE THE CLASS 5 MINUTES OF SILENCE WHILE I STARE AT THE BOARD "THINKING".



In other news, at work we got new badges. Still not as cool as the proximity ones we got at Cisco, but this badge is supposed to consolodate the five badges Sun employees carry. I never carried five badges so I don't really know what the hoopla is all about. What's cool though is they gave us those extendable badge holder thingies. For free! Oh happy day.

Well this is a sort of semi-relief. I was able to get my Petition to Graduate signed by the Dean of Engineering. So that means he had to look over all my grades and stuff. He's considered to be a real bitch of a man so when he signed it, I was surprised and glad that, pending successful completion of my next two quarters, I'll be graduating. Alleluia. Then it's free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, free at last.

Two all buff cannons, And1 sauce, lettuce, cheese... Happy Birthday to BigMac. Or Vin D (LOL) as all you moviegoers know him by. Or the Beast. Or...

I HATE SCHOOL. I respect and admire all you geniuses who study and all that stuff that gets you your good grades, but seriously, I hate school. Especially my Electric Circuits class. Gee-zus I hate that class. The following is a rant which you can skip reading.



I have no plans of using what I "learn" in this class any time in the future. Never. Never ever. Other classes I can see having some use for, but this class, I seriously doubt that I will have anything to do with it when my college career is over. And it can't be over soon enough. Sweet mother I wish I were done with this class already. Firstly, the professor I have was not my first choice for this class. I was unable to get the "good" professor when I registered. At first I thought he was cool. He looks like Mr. Miyagi. And he sure does explain things thoroughly, which is good. But even his practice midterm looks like it wants to kill us. I showed another person who's in the "good" professor's class and he said, "Your professor is a sneaky bitch." Apparently, my professor hides stuff so you have to analyze the question and all that stuff. Fun.



Secondly, I thought this only happened in grade school. Mr. Miyagi likes to call on everyone in class. He starts at some arbitrary point and circles the room. No matter what, I always get called on. Always. Damn it. ALWAYS. Some people get lucky and never get called on because class is over. I'm not lucky. Maybe three times already, class was almost over but lucky me, I get the last question. It doesn't matter where I sit, I get called on. And pretty much always, too, I don't know the answer. And then he gives this disappointed look or something and I'm thinking, you should know by now, professor, I am a dumbass. I think a classmate was being nice when he asked me "You ever notice how he asks the both of us the hardest questions?" This classmate doesn't always get his answer right, but he will on occassion. So what happens in a typical class?



"Daniel. What do you think?"



"... [thinking look]... uhm..."



"Daniel. Can you help me out here?"



"...[thinking "Damn it, professor! Why don't you help me out here!?"]..."



"What if we do this [explains some stuff]?"



"... [thinking harder] ... is it ..."



"How about this?"



"...[thinking "man. this sucks. move on to someone else already]..."



"Daniel?"



"...[thinking "if this chair weren't permanently attached to the ground, I think I'd throw it at you"]..."



"Ok. Anyone else know the answer?"



Fun. Always fun.

So this is what we've been waiting for? Hmmm. It's a big surprise and I'm very skeptical, but Dennis Erickson appeals to me more than any of the other candidates they mentioned. He's different. After thinking about it, I would've accepted Mora Jr. for continuity's sake, but I'm glad they went in a different direction. What worries me is that Erickson is unproven at the professional level. He coached the Seattle Seahawks and went 31-33. And the Niners gave up Mooch for this? Oh well. Anyhow, go Niners. And Dr. York, if you're reading this, you're a stupid bitch who doesn't care about the team.

I thought this was funny. If you haven't heard, Jennifer Lopez put down a $250,000 bet on the Super Bowl and won $400,000 plus her money back while in Las Vegas. I was just reading this supposed dialogue between her and Ben Affleck on ESPN. According to the article, the following was said:



BEN: Last night was awesome. My very first nightclub melee and a spectacular performance by world-famous illusionists Siegfried & Roy. Did you enjoy the show, baby?



J-LO: Yeah, honey. It was just like watching you and Matt together.



Hehe. That's funny.

Don't kill the messenger. Is that the saying? Anyhow. Sun is preparing for a huge product launch on Monday and I've been having to do some real work lately. We have this thing where you have to submit documents to a website (which I've been doing) and they need to get approved by some other group. I've been submitting a whole lot of these so the people responsible for getting them approved are a bit mad I guess. Just now, the manager for that group called me and got mad at me.



"Hi, Jeremy. I was just talking to one of the workers in my group and she was saying that you've been submitting a lot of documents lately. These should've been sumbitted days ago! (blah blah blah blah) Do you understand? Are there going to be anymore?"



"Uhhh. I'm just an intern."

Could the Gameboy finally have some competition? I thought this was kinda cool. Nokia is releasing a handheld gaming system called n-gage which has garnered some support from various game makers. Just what we need. Little kids running around with cell phones. But still kinda cool, in my opinion.

So I guess some of the unluckiness from last night spilled over to myself. Earlier today, the family and I were cleaning around the house just dusting, vaccuming and all that other fun stuff. I went to my room to continue the cleaning efforts when my dad comes in.



"Hey, Jeremy. What's this?" he asks.



"Hahahaha... uhhhhhh... I dunno... hahahah." I was waaaay too unprepared for that one. All I was thinking was, "Where in the f**k did that come from?... I've been looking for some."



So after holding a small baggie of good stuff in front of me, he hands it back saying that my mom found it in my drawer. "Not good, Jeremy. Not good," ended the interrogation.



In all, it wasn't too bad I guess. I got to keep it and learned that my mom and dad were not overly angry about it. In fact, my mom was rather embarrassing, in my opinion.

Before I get to the embarrassing stuff and also before I forget (perhaps the forgetfullness and embarrassiness are related), I took names down. Chris Mort, Joseph Ferguson, and Smoker. Punk kids.

Sometimes you just freakin' wish you had your damn camera with you. Finally had a little excitement around these parts. So earlier I played some basketball with the usual suspects. When that was done we headed over to Warren's place to drop him off and what did we just happen to run into? A house that had just been TP'ed.



"Aw man. I'm gonna have to clean this up tomorrow morning," laments Warren.



"Hey! There's people running over there!" I believe my brother points out.



So we follow. I reverse the car and start heading in their direction. They had just turned a corner so we were unsure of their where-abouts. After circling the neighborhood and in the middle of the street, we discuss matters with Warren.



"Oh well. I think I know who did it, too. I think they were girls," says War.



"They weren't girls! If they were they sure run like guys," Jeff disagrees.



After concluding that they couldn't have gotten very far, we decide to look around some more. With his eagle eyes, my brother's friend Shaun sees... what's that... a shoe? A shoe underneath a car!? We investigate...



And the rest ends up being wasted adrenaline. Being my calm and collected self, I, along with my savage counterparts, politely ask these guys to clean up the place otherwise there was gonna be a problem. So they did. Shit. I would've if standing behind the guy I was talking to was someone getting angry and appeared to be ready to smash things. Disappointing that nothing more exciting went down, but I guess them the breaks.



"Isn't this a fun Saturday night guys? 'Let's go TP a house. And afterward, let's clean it up.' " I say to them.