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I found this at slashdot, so give them the credit. But here is a link to a bunch of discrepencies between the books of Tolkien and the movies of Jackson. I haven’t read the books, so it doesn’t matter much to me, but maybe scotty or sam or someone else will find this valuable.

I’ve got to admit, I am not a fan whatsoever of participation points. I think the idea is ridiculous, especially in college. How much–or little–I talk to you in class has nothing to do with how much I learn.

So what if I’m shy? Yeah, I admit it.. I don’t like speaking up around people I don’t know. Who gives a shit? What made me think about this was my discussion class for history. Something like 15% of my grade is based upon some bogus idea that if I don’t talk in class I don’t deserve an A. Fuck that.

I’ll talk if I want to. The idea can’t be about whether or not we care about the class. If I didn’t, why the fuck would I show up? So what could it be for? The only thing I can think of is that it’s supposed to help me learn, but it fucking doesn’t. It just pisses me off. If I’ve got something relevant to add to the discussion, I’ll add it. If not, piss off. I think the class could be a really good class, but I am not an outgoing person, and as such this class is no fun. I’ve got to force myself to be someone I’m not just so I can get a good grade in the class. That is not learning.

I went to an internship fair this afternoon. Basically, my resume said that I’m in college. I have nothing to seperate me from the crowd. I have to say that my future is looking bleak.

I heard stuff like:
“Well, we haven’t decided how many interns we want yet. We’ll pick about 4-5 people to interview, then we’ll interview them and pick 1-2.”

You figure at my school alone, they probably pick up 500 resumes. That means I probably have about as good of chance of getting an internship this year as I do of getting a girlfriend.

We’ve gotten some snow the past few days, but a little snow never hurt anyone. When people start getting damn hurt is when they slide around in there shoes after coming out of the snow and onto tiled floors…thats almost happened a couple of times the past few days. But hey: a little snow never hurt anyone. Something else I found out today was that snow can hurt your eyes. Apparently my eyes, the wind, and snow don’t get along too well b/c my eyes start getting all tingly after walking for a couple of minutes in that. On the plus side, it does look kinda nice outside, and it isn’t all that cold.

I’m sure you all have heard of how some crazy Asians jog in their barefeet in mountains and snow in Korea or Japan. You can add me to that list, minus the mountains. At TKD tonight, the master guy had us jog around the snowy parking lot for about five minutes. We got a few looks from the people in Arby’s, but I thought it was kinda cool/funny that he had us doing it at all.

Last night I had volunteer meeting at some hospital where they went over the different departments where we could volunteer. One of them was the OR. Cool thing a/b it, at least to me, is I get to where operating room scrubs if I get to work in that department. Scrubs. Damn straight.

If you’re a fan of the band 3 Doors Down, I would encourage you to pick up their new EP Another 700 Miles. It’s a 7 track live album with a few of their bigger songs. They seem to be a pretty good live show. It’s also got a new song called It’s Not Me that’s pretty good. Lastly, there’s a cover of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s That Smell. I didn’t think Matt Roberts would be able to handle those types of solos, but he fuckin’ proved me wrong. He’s damn good.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s worth the $10 it’d cost you.

Maybe I should be a rapper. I can say shizzle. “Now wait one minizzle.” See? I just did an AOL ad.

And now for something completely different… (Name what that’s from for 15 points). I’ve been hearing good things about this cancelled show Firefly, which recently came to DVD. It just so happens that Jason is a big fan and has the DVD set, so I’ll probably be borrowing that in the coming weeks.

I had him explain the show, and from what I recall it’s like a space mercenary sort of thing. I don’t really remember. I was shuffling the cards at the time. We were playing poker. Scratch that. We were playing asshole, which uses cards but is very much a different game. Anyway, I digress.

So it turns out that firefly is the class of ship that the crew in the series flies around in doing their mercenary jobs–or whatever it is that they do in space with a firefly-class ship. The reason the class of ship is called firefly is because it’s shaped like its name–a firefly. That was somewhat lame, I thought. Maybe that’s why it got cancelled.

Another show that got cancelled a while ago is Sports Night. Now that’s a fucking show. It’s the type of show that all other shows should try to be… Aside from the whole getting cancelled thing, but who cares about that anyway.

So yeah, this show rocks the house. It’s not like there’s a party at the house, either. It’s just rocking it all by itself, such that people would expect there to be one happening party going on. (Did I just say happening?) In fact, however, there exists no such party. It’s got the exact kind of humor that I love. Of course, that could be the reason it got cancelled. I don’t think my humor necessarily appeals to the masses.

That was a longer than needed post, but I was bored. So tada!

When no one is around you, say baby I love you
If you ain’t runnin’ game..
Say my name, say my name
You actin’ kinda shady, you ain’t callin’ me baby
Why the sudden change?

Don’t mess with me and my Destiny’s Child lyrics, else I’ll have to get medieval on your ass.

Anyway, I didn’t do shit tonight. I mean, I did what I had to as far as homework is concerned, but other than that I just sat around on my ass. I was lazy as hell for some reason. I mean, I didn’t even play any games. Just sat around on my ass, like I said. Don’t question it.

Maybe it’s because I was so tired. It would have made sense to get a nap in or something, but it was like I was, in fact, too lazy to take a nap. I know, I know; that doesn’t make sense, but I’m telling you that’s the way it was. I don’t make the rules–I break them. However, as I’ve already noted, I was extraordinarily lazy tonight and didn’t even break any rules. Unless of course, by not breaking rules, I was breaking my own rule. I suppose it’s a paradox of sorts. Suffice it to say, I play by my own rules.

Hahaha. They ruled part of the patriot act unconstitutional. Doesn’t surprise me. Who wrote that up, again?

So it seems that Mediacom is doubling the speed of their cable, for free. w00t. That means when I go home, I’ll be rolling on 3 Mbit. That’s rather fast. I’m looking forward to trying that out when I get home.

I’ve pretty much decided that CS sucks really bad. Jared, you are one crazy man to want to do that crap for the rest of your life. The 6 hrs of that class I have each week is pretty much torture, and my prof is awesome. I can’t imagine that class with a crappy prof. I’m just glad this is the only CS class I have to take, otherwise I might have to switch majors or something. On the bright side, I’ve only got a month of it left. On the downside, I’ve still got my final project for that class. I’m sure that will be make my life miserable for a couple of weeks. I’ll probably write a few posts whining about it, so don’t you worry.

Dude, my lectures were boring. I didn’t really learn anything except a couple formulas in my math class. CS was lame if you know anything about programming/computers at all, and I read everything from history last night, which isn’t much incentive to read anything the rest of the semester. Why the hell would I want to read anything if they’re just going to go over the exact same things the next day?

Anyway, I’ve still got a physics lecture at at 2:30 that’ll last until 3:45. That sucks, but it’s better than getting up in the morning for an 8am class.

I feel really, really tired. I’m going to be going to bed at like 10pm tonight, if possible. I can’t believe how tired I feel. Too bad I’ve got homework tonight, or else I’d just go to sleep after classes and not wake up until tomorrow. That’d be great. I could use it. I’m already looking forward to this weekend quite a bit, as I’m planning to go home. That, of course, means that I won’t be at school, and that I’ll be able to see Megan. That’s always good.

Today shouldn’t actually be too bad, except for the walking I have to do. I’ve gotta walk to Loomis, which is pretty much across the entire campus. That blows. Every class I have today is a lecture, so hopefully they won’t be too boring.

I’m in the middle of reading my 40 pages for History 110, and am realizing more and more that reading a lame textbook sucks. Worse than the fact that it’s dry and boring is the fact that it just hurts my eyes. I don’t know why. I never get that problem when I’m reading a book that I actually want to read, but when I’m reading a textbook of sorts.

At least what I’m reading right now isn’t too horrible, as it’s about ancient Greece. Greek and Roman history is something that I’m the most interested in. I don’t know why, but it’s always had my interest. Hopefully this class won’t be too bad. Of course, I feel that way about all my classes. That hopefully they won’t be too bad.

For those of you that don’t know, U of I has the #1 ranked tennis team in the country. So tonight we went and watched them play #9 Texas A&M. It was a lot of fun–probably more than I would have expected.

Apparently, we have this stud sophomore Ryler DeHeart who rocks the house. He was pretty damn good. The funny thing about it, too, is that it turns out Al had his Biology discussion class with that kid last semester. So that’s pretty damn cool. I thought it was kind of funny when Al said he didn’t look like he would be a tennis player or anything.

So yeah, Illinois won, as expected and it was a lot of fun. After that we went to eat and then came back here for a little cards. And now I’m listening to Fall Out Boy and talking to my lovely girlfriend.

I didn’t wake up until about an hour ago. I went to bed pretty late, but it still surprised me how late I slept in. I feel pretty good now, except that I’ve missed a decent part of the day by sleeping. Heh.

Man… The word windchill is bullshit. That word should be windfreeze or something to that extent. Like Kyle said, it’s pretty low here, and I noticed something about it. The temperature itself isn’t so bad at all.

I was walking to my first class at the bright and early time of 11:45am, and all was good. Then suddenly, and for no apparent reason, there was this huge gust of wind. It was no regular wind, either, like the type you would experience on a breezy, summer day. All of a sudden my face feels funny. Then I realize it’s because it’s damn near frozen.

You see, I was fine for the first 2-3 minutes of my walk, because there wasn’t wind. Sure, it was cold, but I was down with that. The cold and I had an understanding–a relationship, if you will. It would be there, and I would dress warmly. Done deal; no arguments from either side.

The wind, however, decided to interrupt our harmony. The wind, for some reason it sure as hell wont tell me, likes to cramp my style–a style which I take very seriously, as it’s mine. It’s like it had something against me. It was all up in my face, which seems to be the worst place for wind to be all up in. I can think of another place that might be worse, but I am personally unwilling to test the theory. I prefer to keep my pants on, thank you. Freezing my nether-regions is not in the agenda for my life, much less today.

So anyway, the word windchill doesn’t seem to do its meaning justice when it gets cold like this. It reminds me of some little kid who has his older brother beat everybody up for him…or something. I think to myself, “This kid ain’t so tough. I could take him.” Then his brother, who is somewhat unhuman steps out and proceeds to kick my ass. And just like the wind, I can’t do anything about it.

Of course, this has never actually happened, but I’m just imagining. I suppose that stepping inside a warm room wouldn’t have quite the same effect on broken ribs as a cold face, but I think it would be nice all the same.