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<p>I should write. I haven&rsquo;t in a while.</p>
<p>Wait, why&rsquo;d I say that? Who am I catering to? I&rsquo;m just curious, really.. I see that a lot in people&rsquo;s journals, about how they feel a commitment to their blog, and that they surely must write in it, must update everyone to their goings on. Well, that&rsquo;s cool ^^</p>
<p>Anyway, Friday was pretty boring during the day, except for a brief moment of fame directing Chivalry. Well.. directing to the air, while Chivalry sat and talked about underwater basket-weaving or something. After school, people (Ryan, Kiran, Andrew, Me, Nick, and Brian) wrestled first in the 800 hall, then out by the bus-stop, where I earned by grass stains. Afterwards, I dropped people off and ran home to get ready for going out to AA and The Foxhole with Mikey, Samir and Vulpine. AA was odd. I felt like I was excluding myself, neither with Mikey and Samir, who sat off to the side, nor with Ryan et al. We drove to Denver after that to go clubbing, but the club had been converted to a sports bar, so we drove up to Frederick, where we tried to play T&amp;D, which I promptly ruined. Mikey and I napped some before Andrew and I had to go back. I was going to just get my car and follow Sakun back, but I was too tired and just stayed at home.</p>
<p>Today, I cleaned and worked a little with Tim and Sean on the history project. Or, rather, we discussed how to work, while actually accomplishing little.</p>
<details text="Nothing of real import; a survey and an odd email."><summary>Nothing of real import; a survey and an odd email.</summary>
1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
<u>The Master and Margarita</u> - Mikhail Bulgakov:
(... Pro-)curator ran through the text out of the corner of his eye,
2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? My keyboard (RD-150, mmm... piano action keys!)
3: What is the last thing you watched on TV? Um.. Nova, probably, at my dad's, and only a glimpse.
4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is: 11:00
5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 10:06, but my computer hasn't gone through Daylight Savings yet.
6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Beethoven's 7th, mvt. 1
7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing? I just got back from the bookstore a few minutes ago.
8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at? More blogs.
9: What are you wearing? Grass-stained Propper khakis and a choir T-shirt (this years, with Merlin on it)
10: Did you dream last night? What about? Walking around some town. That's all I remember.
11: When did you last laugh? At the bookstore. In outrage over the prices. *HAH!*
12: What is on the walls of the room you are in? A picture of a stream, book-cases, a poster for the inaguration of the Dali museum, and my favorite picture, a black and white of a statue in a cemetary in France, a tombstone with a statue of a woman in a simple dress crying into her hands.
13: Seen anything weird lately? An email, which follows.
14: What do you think of this quiz? Um.. odd.
15: What is the last film you saw? In the theatres? Last movie I saw was Secret Window, which also answers the question in regards to theatres.
16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? Some books c.c
17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: Huh.. um.. Beethoven, as much as I love him, makes my teeth hurt, though I may be listening to music too loud.
18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? I'd make myself a better person. I am the world, you see, to me.
19: Do you like to dance? DDR, yeah; really, I'm not sure.
20: George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years? George Bush is a human being of the male gender who sometimes appears on the goddamnednoisybox. I don't pay much attention to him.
21A: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Kelly or Amanda or Anne (but not Annie) or Aurelia (Heh, Ecce! c.c)
21B: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Max or Josh or Simon or Michael.
22: Would you ever consider living abroad? Actually, the only place I can really picture living is Colorado, Tucson, or perhaps Canada (which I guess is abroad)
23: Will you pass on this survey? Passively.
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Date: Thu, 01 Apr 2004 00:37:56 -0800
<font style="background-color: yellow">From: Cockles M. Deputies -anthropologist@commitmentphobic.com-</font>
To: Ranna -ranna@babylonia.flatirons.org-
Subject: Save on software, Ranna !
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<font style="background-color: yellow">here's no earthly reason why you should remember me... :))
The fool within himself is the object of pity, until he is flattered.</font>
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