Friday, December 21, 2001 :::  

so kevin and i paid our tution late...the following conversation ensued:

s o u p m a n14: we're both in the same boat
GottaLuvFineWine: blah!
GottaLuvFineWine: get out! get out!
s o u p m a n14: ok
GottaLuvFineWine: *push scott overboard*
s o u p m a n14: goodbye kevin
s o u p m a n14: ::drowing::
s o u p m a n14: ::bubble bubble::
GottaLuvFineWine: *WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*
GottaLuvFineWine: whew
GottaLuvFineWine: i got rid of dracula
...
GottaLuvFineWine: *push scott off boat*
...
s o u p m a n14: oh, and by the way...i had a spare scuba tank in my wallet
GottaLuvFineWine: damn
GottaLuvFineWine: oh yeah
GottaLuvFineWine: well i punctured a hole in it when you weren't looking
GottaLuvFineWine: so ha
s o u p m a n14: i had a patch kit in my left shoe
GottaLuvFineWine: i replaced your shoes
GottaLuvFineWine: that patch is really just a band aid
s o u p m a n14: but it's band aid brand band aid...super strong
s o u p m a n14: besides, i put my finger over it
s o u p m a n14: cuz i noticed
GottaLuvFineWine: i shot many holes in it
GottaLuvFineWine: not just one puncture
GottaLuvFineWine: and by the time you figure all this out
GottaLuvFineWine: i'm already pushing your head under the water
GottaLuvFineWine: so you're dead anyways
GottaLuvFineWine: so HA
GottaLuvFineWine: no way around THAT
s o u p m a n14: i have an aqua lung that was secretly being developed in my bathrooom
GottaLuvFineWine: D-E-D DEAD
GottaLuvFineWine: bitch.
GottaLuvFineWine: ok
GottaLuvFineWine: i have shot you with a spear gun
GottaLuvFineWine: in the chest
GottaLuvFineWine: and sharks are now tearing at your flesh
s o u p m a n14: i was wearing the chain mail
GottaLuvFineWine: while the acid i put in your suit is eating your skin away
GottaLuvFineWine: waterproof acid
GottaLuvFineWine: and i have clubbed you in the head many many times
GottaLuvFineWine: with a heavy blunt object
GottaLuvFineWine: while cutting off your feet so you can't swim
s o u p m a n14: my "skin" is merely a protective suit of armor
s o u p m a n14: like in mission impossible
s o u p m a n14: again, didn't you notice i was 4 inches taller than normal
s o u p m a n14: ...fake feet...
s o u p m a n14: with ketchup
GottaLuvFineWine: but see i have clubbed you over the head many tiems
GottaLuvFineWine: with a blunt object
GottaLuvFineWine: so you went unconcious
s o u p m a n14: again...armor
s o u p m a n14: i was playing dead
GottaLuvFineWine: i shot you in the head
GottaLuvFineWine: THERE
s o u p m a n14: armor
s o u p m a n14: bullet proof
GottaLuvFineWine: with a tank
s o u p m a n14: more ketchup
GottaLuvFineWine: HA
s o u p m a n14: tank in the ocean?
s o u p m a n14: i think not
GottaLuvFineWine: a destroyer gun
s o u p m a n14: that's when my private war submarine comes up
s o u p m a n14: rescues me
s o u p m a n14: and blows your tiny boat out of the water
GottaLuvFineWine: we're on a destroyer
s o u p m a n14: no
s o u p m a n14: boat
GottaLuvFineWine: and i blow up your submarine and shoot you in the head with the big turret guns
s o u p m a n14: false
s o u p m a n14: i hit you with my nukes first
GottaLuvFineWine: ok, i strap c4 on your entire body then blow you up
s o u p m a n14: that wasn't me you strapped c4 to
s o u p m a n14: it was jay
GottaLuvFineWine: damn
GottaLuvFineWine: now who am i gonna play chess with
s o u p m a n14: i would say me, but i dunno if i want to anymore after all these attempts at killing me
GottaLuvFineWine: meh
GottaLuvFineWine: i might just stab you with the king
s o u p m a n14: the king is blunt
s o u p m a n14: you can't
GottaLuvFineWine: the king has that cross at the top of it
s o u p m a n14: ok
s o u p m a n14: but he's two inches tall
s o u p m a n14: you'd have to tackle me, hold down my limbs
s o u p m a n14: and push it into my chest
s o u p m a n14: with your palm
s o u p m a n14: not exactly easy...
GottaLuvFineWine: maybe you'll just choke on it incidentally
GottaLuvFineWine: i'll put one in your sandwhich
s o u p m a n14: here scott, have a king
s o u p m a n14: tastes gooooooood
s o u p m a n14: yum yum
GottaLuvFineWine: yes
s o u p m a n14: yea, um, not so much
GottaLuvFineWine: those little pawns are dangerous
GottaLuvFineWine: i'll make you eat them
GottaLuvFineWine: yes....
GottaLuvFineWine: hehehehe....
GottaLuvFineWine: *evil laugh*

::: posted by Soup at 2:38 AM::: (0) comments

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Thursday, December 20, 2001 :::  

so it's 3 in the morning and i can't sleep. i went to bed at like 10pm. crazy, huh? i went to see lord of the rings last night at 12:01. it's three hours long. i only got 8 hours of sleep, so that explains why i went to bed at 10. ...only 8... it was a very good movie. i liked it a lot. i haven't read the books, so i dunno how it's different, but i enjoyed it.

so i was sitting there in the theatre watching this movie about pure of heart and truly good battling pure and disgusting evil when a thought passed through my head. it was one of those things that kinda float in the back of your head for a long time. you never really truly think about them. if you knew you had these thoughts in your head you sit down right then and there and think about them, but you don't. they're just there waiting to be discovered they're major things, and sometimes, they drift down into your conscious level just enough for you to almost notice them. and sometimes you just randomly reach up, grab one out of luck, take a look at it, realize the depth of thought which it requies and promptly place it back in the air, saving it for when you have "more time."

so i was sitting there a watching this movie about heros who didn't mean to be when this thought occured to me. it has occured to me before, a few times, but unlike before, i didn't have any homework to do, school to worry about, or another excuse for when i had "more time." it kind of plopped down out of the sky and said, "hey scottie, here i am; can't get rid of me. ya better start them brains a turning."

my thought: [writer's block as the cursor blinks, unmoving, for 10 minutes] a hero. is it in me? ...seriously... i feel lost. could i be a froddo baggins? maybe not on such a scale as saving the world as we know it, but the general idea is the same. would i have what it takes to help someone being attacked by a mugger? could i be the heroic soldier who dies saving all the men in his company? [blinking cursor]
i kno i'm not ordinary. i kno i'm different. i kno there's something different in me. right? but i look at all my friends from home and all the people i kno on f4. none of us are ordinary. we're all different. so if we're all different, we're all the same? ok, this is the thing. this is my predicted future: mr i work in a cubicle 50 hours a week, drive a sedan, have 2 kids, have a home, a mortgage, ...
i don't want that. i don't know what i want, just not that. i want something different, something special. something heroic?

::: posted by Soup at 4:09 AM::: (0) comments

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Monday, December 17, 2001 :::  

do you ever spend a long time just thinking? yea, i'm sure you do. sometimes when i'm on campus and i'm alone; whether i'm going/coming to/from classes, just waiting for my next class to start, or eating by myself; i think. i spend hours thinking about everything while not saying a single word to anyone. it's like when you're trying to sleep and your mind just bounces around to everything imaginable: from that cute girl that just walked by you, wondering if her name is stephanie (eventhough she kind of looks like a jennifer), then thinking about the stephanie you know and how she has a bagel on her stomach just like me and jay, and that bagel you had for breakfast in covel, and how you kind of had a craving for the oatmeal that was right next to it, and kevin's bear, oatmeal, and where it came from, and allen's pikachu because jay and i stole that too, and jerry trying to poke it's eye's out (moving past that image...!), then to amit always getting caught talking smack about jerry, and amit playing freakin old ff3 on his SNES, and everyone else playing football, man, teddy and kev must be happy that they don't play as much in their room, to teddy and his elmo voice, and wondering how jaclyn would sound with that voice, to running with jaclyn, and then needing a shower with music, to eric singing to dave real loud in the shower, to val borrowing my dave dvd and her roomie twisting her hair, the metal, and the number down the hall in all her weird socalness and how weird some people's roommates are, like tim and dan, man, that albert guy does some funky stuff while they're in the room, mike and amit had a similar experience last year, wondering what to get mike for christmas (er, Hanukah), and michelle too, and carolyn, wondering what christmas in florida is like, i'd like to visit florida, it looks nice, and australia too, oh wait, greg has been there, i'm jealous.

good lord. that's the longest run-on ever. i should submit it to guiness and ripley's...

::: posted by Soup at 11:21 PM::: (0) comments

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so i have decided to hop onto the blog bandwagon. i hope this trend doesn't die soon, otherwise all this time is wasted. blogs seem like a really good idea for posting one's thoughts. and i have a lot of thoughts. ok, so it doesn't want to publish this sucker. shoooooot. you better back up. pardon me while i figure this out. ::figure figure::

::: posted by Soup at 10:29 PM::: (0) comments

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