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| Wow, I just woke up from a crazy dream.
I "opened my eyes" mentally just a few seconds ago, finding my head moving slightly back and forth; in the dream, I was a stroke for our DB, and we were training new members. Because I've really never BEEN a stroke, I was making an especially conscious effort to stay in time. ..enough to actually make me conscious.
I also had a scene about a team dinner, at mongolian BBQ (WHICH WE SHOULD DO SOMETIME. My subconscious is smarter than me when I'm awake, honestly), and the dream was accurate enough that it remembered the creaky, weak chairs there. ...poor Kenny Arikaki almost died swinging between them during our time there, and I was like 'damn, that's something I'd do.'
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| Ever wanted to add that little, bassy something to your computer sound system?
Well, now's your chance!
I've got this kickass, downfiring subwoofer under my desk, but I'm saving up for a new room-sound-system, so it'll be replaced. Therefore, why not sell it to help get to the new system?
I bought it for about 100 bucks + shipping, and it's listed at 60 watts RMS. (I know it doesn't sound like much, but it certainly performs)
Here's the front. It's a front-ported sub, with the woofer firing towards the floor. If you've got hardwood floors, you'll be very well off; the whole floor resonates.
Here's the back. The way you plug it into a computer is through a cable that connects to the red/white plugs (shown below)
The red/white end goes in the sub, the end of that splitter goes in the back of the computer, and your old comp speakers can plug into the plug right next to the grey one.. basically, it plugs in both the sub and your old speakers to the same comp plug. Both cords are included.
And, of course, here's the woofer itself. It's 6", long-throw, and pushes nicely.
So, I'm asking $45 or best offer (i.e. make an offer lower than 45, and if I don't get the original price, you'll get it for that. ..if it's within reason)
Again, it's especially good on hardwood floors.
Give my dear sub a loving home!
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| As some people may remember, Long Beach was lots of fun.
However, at one point I got rather injured. David was being a sleepy
douche and not clearing out of one of the girls' rooms, so I got to
help drag him out. Being the half-sleep fucker that I was at the time,
though, I managed to drag him over my toe, folding up the front half of
my right-big-toenail. Blood was abundant.
This evening, one of the kids that I was babysitting for, who has some
sort of emotional disorder (anger management issues of some kind)
managed to repeat that incident.
Due to the huge clearance beneath their doors (about 1", probably had
carpet before and then removed it), and her emotional, violent nature,
she slammed the door despite my foot being there. Normally this would
stub said toe, but in this case, the door.. continued for a little
while.
Same toe, same amount of blood, same amount of foldage.. not on the
same fold, oddly enough, but still about 1/3-1/2 of the nail.
AUGH.
Yay for marching tomorrow.
No bonus for injuries in the workplace this evening.
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| My lordie, I feel like smacking something.
My general emotion is that no matter how hard I try, I WILL be stressed.
Evidence from today:
(Feel free to skip)
- communicated with teachers about rec. letters
- checked out the common app and started filling it out
- did all my homework for tomorrow
- emailed my counsellor about swapping math classes (stats please?)
- did auditionstuff in Wind Ensemble, but ended up "taking one for the
team" and filling the Bari spot, despite my TenorSectionleadehood,
because the none of the other section members would do it (whatever,
it's not MB)
- got in touch with Forster for resume writing help
- Read deep into my english outside reading book, which we really don't even need to have yet
- Read the first segment of "The Importance of Being Earnest," which we really don't even need to have yet EITHER
- Started learning drill in MB, finally
- Finished my physics homework for friday
...but I'm still fuckin' frustrated. I still feel like I have amazing loads things waiting to happen.
Dad's continuing his job search, but for each day that that goes on,
that's one more day with too-few cars, meaning that my car may or may
not be there if I leave it in the lot, since the parents tend to be
borrowing it a lot these days.
Also, my computer keeps getting delayed one day at a time. First, UPS
was being lazy or something so it was a day behind, and then today mom
was out of the house when the delivery people came.
I'm trying so hard here; my study habits are better than they've ever
been, I've been getting good amounts of sleep, and I'm generally ahead
of the game. What kind of reward is this feeling of suffocation?
Blech.
If I can swap math classes, though, I assume a huge weight will be
lifted. I honestly hate calculus with a passion; I know everyone says
that about some class or another, because they find the teacher mildly
bothersome, but I truly despise the whole system of calculus, its
numerous rules, its arbitrary notation (have you ever stepped back and
looked at the gibberish on those papers? cosx ln4^xalskdnkv... fuck
you), and general uselessness. It'd be awfully nice if math and science
weren't so often linked. While I am interested in medicine and things
related to it, for some reason counsellers and other people have all
decided that that must mean CalcBC is a perfect fit for me.
*deep breaths*
I'll change to stats, the comp should come tomorrow, and Dad's job search is looking fine.
Hang in there, Chrispy.
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JERUSALEM—Millions of Middle Easterners are turning to one thing to make sense of the seemingly endless violence between Israelis and Arabs: religion. 
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