o0o Christmas Eve o0o

it has been a week and a half since my last entry and i have grown more confident in my page making abilities and have gotten rid of that annoying scroll bar.... or at least on my browser; msie 4. i have learned that not all browsers are created equal and i have begun to like Netscape a lot more than Microsoft's browser but i can not afford anything more expensive than Microsoft's free explore and the came with the computer note pad. oh the perils of being an unemployed student. oh yeah this entire web page was made on the best editor in the world notepad! well this Christmas i will be getting several html books and perhaps a web editor, but i have to decide on what editor to get.

well in my personal sphere not too much has happened i submitted my senior comments to the year book: "i live in the city at the bottom of the hill, where all the wishes have washed away and all that is left is social-moral decay." i know it sounds horribly sad but I'm not suicidal or anything so please do not send me e-mail telling me how wonderful life is or egging me to kill myself, i just wanted something striking and while it may not quiet live up to "the day i was born, i was born the man." it still will draw more attention to itself than: "hey J.P. the VVR was quiet the experience and tell A that we should use AG with P in it the next time. KR i found the BRSI very memorable." most of the entries in the year book will fall in to the second category and are entirely uninteresting to anyone outside of those mentioned in the entry. I hope people will like mine.

the marines want me to join and i have an appointment to meet with a recruiter on Monday. I'm thinking of doing the reserve gig while i go to evergreen. i really want to be a marine big, buff and not at all psychotic like luetinet coffee on the abyss.

Tonight is the night before Christmas eve and i do look forward to tomorrow i get to open the presents under the tree, which we just put up earlier today. My family is a bit strapped for money this month due to some unforeseen bills so this year instead of buying everyone presents that they probably didn't want or won't appreciate and wasting money my parents took me to, gasp, the mall where i picked out some nifty clothes for myself and got the promise of some reference books on html and a web editor. my brother bless his impure soul got an electric guitar.

Well enough with that so i have some more vacation time and i have lots of plans for it and i have some homework too: learn about derivatives, right an essay defining power in respects to authority and read a book.

I have been having some weird dreams as of late one, several days ago, where i meet Michael Stipe and he spoke at this elementary where i was attending for some odd reason, only he didn't speak he just sat in the bleachers with the kids and didn't talk, but he did laugh and smile when the kids would ask him off the wall questions. I also dreamed he maintained a web page where he posted all of the lyrics to his songs, but when i visited the site in my dream most of the lyrics for the albums still hadn't been entered and a under construction sign was posted next to most of the albums, the site was also very low-tech by most standards. He also listen intently to me when i spoke but he didn't reply to anything i said he only replied to the really young kids.

And last nigh i dreamed i and my friend Sean where at some stupid jock party, me and Sean are not stupid jock types, and he some how upset one of them and they started to beat him so i started to fight them off and then i see that they had hurt him and i pull out this tranq gun and shoot them all, they pass out and Sean is sitting cross legged on the floor in a meditation position and looks hurt. a bit odd for my dreams.

- December 24, 1997 10:34pm

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