Computers, Halloween, and lots of emotional trauma

Thank crap the connection is finally back. Ergh. I really hate everything right about now. So let me tell you how all of this happened. ( the computer issue )

So now then, the halloween party of yesterday. It was actually pretty much a giant bust. It was just not very well organized and there was no alcohol so nobody was having any fun. But that's because people are stupid and if there's no booze it's not worth being at. Idiots. I still had fun in spite of that, though. There was improv games, costume contests, and generally sitting around being silly. Unfortunately people kept leaving for one reason or another, so before 9:30 there was only five people there. The guy organizing it took a really funny picture. The RA on my floor dressed up as Jesus, so the picture has him standing at the center of the pool table with a bunch of weird costumed folk around him.

Oh yes, and here's pictures of my costume! ( I'm a hungry man, but I don't want pizza. )

After the party died down I went and played video games with some people, which is when I found out about all the crap that they're doing to fix the network. Hopefully it actually really is fixed and I won't have to worry about the connection randomly dieing.

Halloween! Ah yes. I ended up going out searching for candy because I'm a horrible human being, but I didn't feel quite so bad because I wasn't the only one doing it and it was raining so there were practically no little kids hanging around. On the way back we got a pizza from Little Caesar. It was like $5. My hat got wet, which I'm very sad about. After we got back we went over to 320 and watched a couple of scary movies. Near the end of the second one Liz called. There was some stuff... crying, emo, yelling and other smelly stuff that I really don't feel like talking about... but it pretty much drained me emotionally so I just went to bed after that. Oh yeah, and it snowed.

My oh my what an exciting, long winded weekend.

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Don't forget to vote tomorrow, kids!

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Oh yeah, I was going to rant earlier about how I really hate when I wear a shirt and then somebody comes up and starts talking about how they met that band or they went to the same school as the drummer or something like that. To be perfectly honest, I really don't give a flying fuck. Good for you, you met a band. If that was the topic of conversation at the moment then it's not quite so bad, but it wasn't. I'm just wearing the shirt because I like the music. I didn't want to hear your life story.

It's just really irksome when people start talking about going to the same school the drummer went to. Really, what does it matter? I care just as much as you might care that I graduated from the same high school that my mother graduated from. If you never met the person and were good friends with them, chances are you're just a jackass who likes to drop names. Really, I'm very thrilled for you that you went to the same high school as this person 20 years after they graduated. That's wonderful that you have a celebrity high school.

What really bothers me, however, is when I wear the band's t-shirt and then somebody sees it and starts telling me all this useless trivia about the band. Basically all this tells me is that you like to waste your time looking up pointless shit that will get you nowhere in life except if they have a "musical trivia" category on jeopardy one day. It's pointless and I seriously couldn't care less. Now, if you were to talk about having seen them in concert and how cool of a show it was, then I might care. But when you're just talking about how you met them or how they wouldn't wear a certain shirt... it just makes me want to punch you in the face.