April 2004

april 26, 1992.

There was a riot on the streets, tell me where were you?

Acutally there were no riots on the streets on April 26, 1992. Why does Sublime sing about that day when the riots started three days after? This puzzles me so much.

Also, another (famous) occurrence was April 26, 2001. I talked about this earlier in the blog and referred to it as "The Night of Broken Glass." This was when Chelsea and I confessed feelings for each other and how all that stuff started between us. I wonder what she's doing now.

So, I haven't slept tonight. I simultaneously started doing my laundry and English essay at 2:15 AM. At about 4 AM, the laundry was done and I went over to Brandon's room to tell him I was hungry. We went to IHOP. When we left, we noticed the sun was starting to come up, so we thought it would be neat to hike "A" Mountain and watch the sunrise for no reason because we didn't feel like going back to the dorms and doing our homework. We watched the sunrise and picked up a bunch of colored rocks. The "A" on the mountain is pretty damn big and intimidating.

Now it's about an hour before my first class. Once I get out of this class, I'm coming back and passing out on my bed. I'm going to be pretty freakin' tired very soon, and I'm going to love this well needed sleep. I don't know why I like staying up late. It's almost a sick hobby.

I noticed that when I have had a lack of sleep, I add a lot of filler sentences in my writing. I bet that means there are a lot of filler sentences in my essay, which isn't too good, but what the heck do I care? It was an essay on reflection, which is pretty stupid anyway.

Tomorrow I have to meet with a hall director about alcohol dorm policy. It's really funny because I don't drink, but I was caught in the room of alcohol. Oh well, I could care less about one write-up at the end of the year. I got written up in Boston on the Saturday before I left there for good. I never met with a hall director or whatever the heck I needed to do. They kept sending me letters telling me I still have to go visit some director. Yeah right, morons. I'm not flying out there just for that.

I'm thinking I'm just going to go now. I have about 50 minutes before class. That class is going to bore the living crap out of me.

I'm (not really) listening to Those Incredible Suckers - Far Away
I'm feeling giddy
I'm constantly saying reunite

a little change of pace.

So, I've been a little mean over the past few days, but it's all because I love you guys. =)

Anyway, now for another change of pace, a normal one, I'm going to decide to act nice and not foolish. I have decided this because I was just thinking how funny it would be if someone who didn't know me visited my site and thought of me as the biggest ass ever. I don't want people to think that, you know. And now some of you kids are saying "well Sunil, you are the biggest ass ever." But I know you couldn't be serious because it wouldn't make sense if you were my friend, unless you like being friends with someone who's inherently mean to you... hah.

Alright then, with that said, I move on. Last night we chucked water balloons at drunk people at about two or three in the morning. Before we went out, we were talking about how childish this was, and how when we were kids, we hated when people did this and though "geez, grow up." College students have to be childish once in a while. Anyway, Brandon and I went out first and threw a few at some people and they obviously yelled at us and said stuff like "bastards, pussies, you won't even show your face!" After a while, we hit this group of five people and they shouted the normal "bastards, pussies, you won't even show your face!" along with "who threw that?" I responded, in a Warcraft peon voice, "It was me!" They weren't expecting that at all.

The next time we threw it, some guy said, "At least try and hit us next time." Brandon responded with "Sorry." Then they kinda stood there for a while and pointed towards us, so we waved at them. I never really realized how lame we can get sometimes.

There was a party in the courtyard of our dorm last night as well. We danced a lot. And good music was played too.

It's four days until the twelfth anniversary of the Rodney King riots. I'm sure we can start our own riots on that day just for fun. In fact, it's at the perfect time to riot because everyone wants to murder their professors for giving out so much work. But then again, I don't want any professors dying.

I have a lot of work to do today and for the rest of the week. I'm going to be so tired and pissed off by the end of the day. Oh well, it's over after this.

Oh yeah, before I go, I'm going to tell you to guess what the picture of entry is of. If you are Darren, please don't guess.

I'm listening to Incubus - Echo
I'm feeling trite
I'm constantly saying trite

i have lost faith in you.

The most recent polls on the website are starting to disgust me. There are two new polls: the first one asking what someone would do with a newly found 500 dollar bill and the other one asking what someone would do if they knew they were going to die tomorrow. Most people picked said they would donate the 500 dollar bill to charity and said they would spend their last day of life with their loved ones. This is an anonymous freakin' poll. Have you guys lost your balls? Are the people that vote on my polls a bunch of pussies?

First of all, I know that most of my friends wouldn't just donate the freakin' money to charity. Who the hell says, "Oh shit, I just found 500 dollars! I should go donate this to charity, right now!"? Maybe a few, but not the drastic majority. It's not like I'm going to find out who voted for "hire a hitman" and report those fools to the police. The same goes for the poll involving the last day of your life. The majority of people just said they'd hang out with their loved ones? Okay, alright, it's quite valid that most people would vote for this, but come on, what's so fun about voting for that on the poll? It's so plain and boring. Do you guys not have a strive to do anything exciting? And even if you didn't have a strive to do anything exciting, why, on a completely anonymous poll, do you not just vote for something foolish? Seriously, when it all comes down to it, what's so fun about voting for the stupid cliche option in the poll? Nothing.

I will go bowling now. More cynical comments later.

I'm listening to The CNN Evening News
I'm feeling heartfelt
I'm constantly saying freakin'

symphony of the night.

I cannot believe that so many people in my dorm, who claim to be gamers, haven't played Castlevania: Symphony of the Night. It doesn't make sense, because honestly, it's the best platform/adventure game ever.

I bought Castlevania: Symphony of the Night because I am going to make these fools play the game. They'll be blown away just like a picnic table is when a tornado comes.

I was studying Chemistry yesterday out next to Old Main and an Earth Day festival was going on at the Mall. They were playing some awesome music at it as well. First off, they started with some old Weezer, and I was like, "neat, they're playing some cool music," but what really blew me away was the next song. It's probably one of my favorite songs ever. Just scroll down and see what I'm listening to right now.

I am going to start every paragraph with 'I'. There were so many kids in my English class that were getting mad at people who use 'I' in their essays because "their previous teachers told them not to do that." Have kids gotten stupider over the years? I suppose they don't understand that their teachers tell them not to use it in grade school because kids will overuse it. But when students grow up, they realize how to use things in moderation and to their benefit. I mean, come on, 'essay' means "I say" and what better way to express that than to say "I..."?

I love cynicism. I can't wait to go bowling tomorrow.

I'm listening to The Refreshments - Banditos
I'm feeling tiny
I'm constantly saying purp

fidel all the way.

Alright, first things first. I've had this new poll deal going on, and it's actually been fairly successful and stuff. The only thing that's been bothering me is that many people have been voting "George W. Bush" as their favorite tyrannical dictator. I don't like him that much and I know many people don't either, but he's still not a tyrannical dictator. I just put that in there for fun, so people could get a laugh. So stop voting for him; I actually seriously want to know you people's favorite tyrannical dictator. Yeah, I'm just that cool... and, err, nerdy.

For anyone that's into baseball, which I'm not, I just traded for Albert Pujols. I think everyone hates me now because he's like the best player in the league. I wish I watched baseball and knew what the heck I was doing. Oh well.

I'm watching VH1's top 40 hair bands of all time. I don't understand why having hair like that looked cool. It looks really stupid. What idiots.

Jessie made some bomb cookies yesterday and I ate like ten of them. I was so wired for the next hour and my roommate wanted to dunk me in a bucket of chlorine. Some other kid from down the hall, Brandon, came and got a bunch of cookies and he became wired too. He chased this really huge kid around the dorm as if he was some sort of monster. I was on the floor laughing. I swear those cookies had some sort of alcohol or something. I haven't acted that weird in a long, long time. (I know some of my friends would love to dispute that.)

I have decided I'm going to find the damn identical penmen. This poster is pissing me off so much right now. If I seriously find those two identical idiots, I'm going to go join a culinary arts institute and learn how to cook penmen and cook them for dinner because they've ruined my life. Those punks.

I shall be off now.

I'm listening to Boston - More Than a Feeling
I'm feeling scared
I'm constantly saying punkar

you can't stop us on the road to freedom.

I tried to do a lot of differential equations homework, but I just completely dropped it. I really, really hate that class. It's so freakin' annoying, and I need to work my ass off to get a good grade in it. But whatever, I like having free time.

I was talking to Dana, one of my old lab partners from Boston, about random things that we did during lab and stuff like that. One of the funnier occasions of hanging out with them occurred like a few weeks before I left. I brought both Amanda and Dana up to my room and gave them a shot glass from Arizona that I bought for them. I somehow got them to talk about New Jersey and how much it sucks, and they went on for a while about it, like how right when you enter the state it smells so bad. I told them afterwards that my roommate, who was just across the room, is from New Jersey, and they felt really bad. I told them not to worry; I teased the crap out of that kid when I was there.

Oh yeah, and there was the time that I had only been in lab with them once or twice and they really needed to ask me questions about a lab report and they didn't know how to contact me. They sent an email to every Sunil at BU asking if they were their lab partner. I don't know why that's so funny, but it makes me crack up.

I hadn't listened to the Michelle Branch CD for the longest time because of sentimental reasons. I'm listening to it right now. She came from Sedona. Honestly though, why would anyone live there, other than old people, of course?

I'm listening to Michelle Branch - I'd Rather be in Love
I'm feeling okay
I'm constantly saying dookie

i am darth vader's father.

I have an inflatable moose hanging above my head. I don't know why they sell these things in Urban Outfitters.

Yesterday was fine, I guess. I mean, it was pretty tight having deep conversations with Matt and learning about why he acts the way he does. I guess I understand that kid a lot more now, and honestly, he's seriously become one of my better friends. I showed him around campus and did all that good college stuff.

I woke up at 4:00 PM today. I never wake up this late. It's pretty crazy. But in any case, I'm still tired and I told my roommate and Andy, this other kid we always hang out with, that we should go bowling tonight. I got this idea when I saw the Lit - My Own Worst Enemy video... hah. It was being played on MTV as a "Rock Video Classic." This doesn't make sense to me. Nineteen ninety-eight does not seem that long ago at all.

All my sentences are choppy and my phrases are simple. I'm really tired and out of it.

Andy and I went to Subway at four in the morning today. They played Weezer's Only in Dreams on their speaker system. That totally reminded me of high school stuff. I came back to the dorm and downloaded that song. It's really good. I'm going to listen to it now and regain normality.

I'm listening to Weezer - Only in Dreams
I'm feeling exhausted
I'm constantly saying stank

runaway train.

It's a really sad video.

It's almost four o' clock in the morning and I don't know why I'm not sleeping. I think I'm getting that stupid not-sleeping disease that I picked up in high school. I swear I slept like 5 hours a day during high school, weekday or weekend.

Jon is playing Gunbound right now. Our lights are fully on and both of us are playing music on our computer. Jon's girlfriend, Jessie, is asleep on Jon's bed. I don't know how she's asleep. I say this because as long as we keep out light on, I'm going to stay awake.

A person with the screen name Shadow13668 IMed me a while back regarding the Scandal after he saw the MTV episode. Just recently though, he (or she) typed the message "mike?" and logged off. And then days after, I would get messages like "ur gay" and he (or she) would block me. Maybe an hour later, he (or she) would do the same thing, but varied the phrases slightly. I wonder if he (or she) thinks he's (or she's) pissing off the right person because he (or she) may think I'm "mike." Whatever the case, you guys should just bother him (or her).

Matt Styer is coming down later today after my math test. I'm going to show him the tricks of the trade of the U of A. I'm also going to show him the cool contraption on our door.

See, we have the handicap room, so we have one peephole up high and one down low. We took out the bottom one, placed a poster on the outside and cut a hole through it. And then we bought a supersoaker. I'm pretty sure you can guess what we do with it.

It's so much fun to watch people look around wondering where the water came from. They seem so clueless and it's great.

Rhonda and I hung out today and she talked about past experiences over a dinner at Pei Wei. She happened to say:

"Why can't people break up with their significant other before they go doing things with other people?!"

I leave it at that.

I'm listening to Don Henley - The Boys of Summer
I'm feeling gnarly
I'm constantly saying indivisible

soy un libro pequeño.

I am not a little book.

Keenan put me in his profile. He goes down as like the 50th person or so to quote something stupid that I have said. The IM he decided to put goes a little like this:

reveille7A: I have such bomb ass hair though.

I really, really do, in fact.

Jonathan, the roommate, is typing up his stupid persuasive essay. He's going to be up all night. I'm going to stay up all night and bother him. I've heard "Shut up Sunil!" about four times in the last five minutes. I'm glad that I'm a loved roommate.

We actually do get along very well, and honestly, I think that me and him get along and hang out more than any other roommate combination in our hall, or maybe even in our dorm (excluding girls because they have sleepovers and weird things like that).

So I was coming back from the SUMC and these two guys behind me were talking about computers:

"I think my computer doesn't like it when I shut it down without going through the start menu," the first fellow says.
"Why? What happens?" asks the inquisitive friend.
"When it starts up, some 'checking disk for errors' thing pops up..."

Yeah, no shit.

"...it's some BIOS thing," the first continues.
"What does BIOS stand for?"
"I'm not too sure."
"Bitch on Internet!! Hahahah..."

Idiot.

"I think it may be Basic Input/Output Service," the first replies.

At least the first guy can come up with an intelligible acronym that fits for BIOS. I felt much stupider when I got back to the dorm.

I have noticed that I've become so much more cynical over the years. I used to be so peaceful, but now I enjoy critiquing the stupid things in life and making fun of pointless things. I swear I'm a nice guy under all the cynicism.

I will go back to bothering my roommate now.

I'm listening to my roommate type his essay
I'm feeling cynical
I'm constantly saying kahuna

a new hope.

I haven't really seen the Star Wars movies. I assume they're pretty good. George Lucas isn't going to make an Episode VII. Or VIII or IX for that matter.

Anyway, yesterday night was Keo's 18th birthday party at Shannon's parent's restaurant. It was much better than I thought it was going to be, mainly because he did an awesome job of meshing whites and Indians, something that neither Vinay, Sharat, or I couldn't do. I mean, the three of us practically grew up with whites and never hung out with our white group and our Indian groups simultaneously. So I commend him.

Matt Styer commented on how there were so many hot Indians girls there.

My time there was spent mostly hanging out with the Mountain Pointe crowd. I talked to Vanessa Valenzuela for the first time on a name-by-name basis. In fact, she talked to me as if we'd been friends for a while. She's a really nice girl, and I don't know why a lot of people in my grade didn't like her too much. I'll see her around, at U of A, most likely. Wildcats represent, foo'.

There's this girl that was all over Vinay in the summer, and she was there too. She's fun to talk to, but she's really stuck up and I wouldn't get myself near her for more than like a day or two. I think Vinay plans on asking her to Prom or something. I would hope he doesn't, but whatever.

After the party, I went back home for a bit and then I went to pick up Matt Styer. We were going to then get Keenan and Keo so we could go cause trouble, but Keenan didn't pick up his phone. Matt jumped the wall and knocked on his window for a bit, but no one answered. We drove off, and called up Keo and told him Keenan wasn't answering his window. He told us to go back and knock louder. So we did. When Matt was on the wall ready to jump into the backyard, Keenan's mom opened the door to the garage and probably saw Matt jump away and run for his life. It was pretty weird. I wonder what caused her to go to the door about 5 minutes after we knocked on the window. But again, whatever.

I am so sick of school. I need a long break. Four weeks from Wednesday. Summer of '04... will it live up to '03?

Best summers according to some random Nielsen rating:

Summer..........What some random Nielsen rates it
------..........---------------------------------
2000..........................14.8
2001..........................13.5
2002..........................10.1
2003..........................18.9
2004..........................????

Alright, now that I've confirmed my stupidity for today, I will leave.

I'm listening to Outkast - Rosa Parks
I'm feeling retarded
I'm constantly saying maff

i would have never believed this to be true.

I can't tell you what I'm talking about. That would be very disrespectful. It's weird though because I think I learned a few things this past week that have ultimately made me feel better about what's going on in my life.

I was reading through my Sophomore yearbook yesterday and I noticed that about 80 percent of the signatures say something about the Rubik's Cube. Three signatures referenced the Scandal or something that was directly relating to the Scandal. And one signature was written by Chelsea Williams. I have decided to single this one out because it's pretty weird remembering all of this.

Chelsea Williams was the first person that I was ever involved with. It was all pretty random too. Basically, one night when she was in Boston she was telling me about how Darren told her that he didn't want to date her. She also said something like Darren said "I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't attracted to you." And I read that and I decided to type the exact same thing to her. It all started from there. The conversation is saved on my mom's computer, along with all the other conversations that I had that night, because it was a very oddly unique night. I refered to it as "The Night of Broken Glass." I'm an idiot, I just remembered.

It's going to be funny when Chelsea googles her name. We both went to Prom as Sophomores and made out afterwards, securing my first kiss. And afterwards, we talked about whatever was going on in an online conversation, because that's what kids did back in the day when it was hard to get to people's houses (due to the fact that I lacked a license). Here is an excerpt of the conversation, from May 6, 2001, approximately 23 hours after making out with her:

AtmtcHappy (11:44:29 PM): "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
re ve iL Le 7a (11:44:34 PM): Heh.
re ve iL Le 7a (11:44:42 PM): Yes, this absence does.
AtmtcHappy (11:44:47 PM): That's when we were able to express our feelings for each other, while I was in Boston.
re ve iL Le 7a (11:44:55 PM): I know.
AtmtcHappy (11:44:58 PM): I found that interesting.

I found that interesting now. Boston. Absence. Hearts. Feelings. Fuckin' weird.

You know what I remembered that was also pretty weird? In Mr. Rollin's Biology class, he made us change seats after a few weeks, and he told us his reasoning was "your significant other may just be sitting right next to you after the switch." Weird enough, Chelsea sat next to me after one of the switches, and I barely ever talked to her then. I remember thinking about who could possibly be my next significant other, and the person that even seemed remotely possible was Sarah Merkle. Hah. I'm laughing so hard now.

It's really weird that we dated after that. After we sat next to each other in class and didn't even say a word. Or after we spent like a bunch of years in school together and barely ever acknowledging each other. It's funny. It's also funny how we don't talk now.

Along with reading my Sophomore yearbook, I took a quick glance at my time capsule. I guess it's really not a time capsule because I haven't buried it, but that's the little nickname that I've given it. For about four years, I've been putting random objects that remind me of things in the second drawer of my desk. Most of the things I haven't ever seen again, and most other things I only see whenever I open it to put something else in it. I swear there are so many completely random things in it, and I wonder how odd it's going to be when I finally take it all out and look through it. The oldest thing in there that I continuously see is a comic drawn by John Cloud, and I remember that being one of the first things I put in there. I know that drawer started as a place to put all my concert tickets and autographs and things, and I thought that comic was funny, so I put that in there too. This was around mid-July. So that means the time capsule started sometime right after I changed rooms.

I don't know when I'm finally going to look through it all. I just know that it's going to be with someone else, someone special of course. Maybe after college, or maybe the year 2010, when it's ten years old. Whatever the case, that's going to be pretty crazy looking at that stuff.

Dude, Sunday Morning by No Doubt is such a good song. I've had it stuck in my head for so long. Gwen Stefani is so pretty.

I'm listening to No Doubt - Sunday Morning
I'm feeling dazed
I'm constantly saying iflyswa