Adventures in freakdom.
February 24, 2004
"Hey," my Dad said when I answered the phone. "I’m cleaning out the attic, and I found a huge box of your notebooks from college. You want them?"
"Hell yes!"
And now, since there’s nothing else interesting going on around here (except MAYBE something cool about Australia soon, we shall see), I share with you things that make me the man I am today.
What we find is that I did many things in class except take notes most of the time. Years are from early 1988 - late 1990.
From my computer algorithms class:
From an early age, I had the mad parody skillz. (this is about the teacher)
No, really. (this is about the new college president, Louie Padula)
Helping a friend with a definition.
From botany class:
A conversation, part 1 (I’m in pencil)
In circuits class — my God, hated that one, I discussed the important things. If you look closely, you can see where I pointed out that Margaret had a "dog dick eraser." That’s one of the retractable pink ones, you know.
Differential Equations: the class that made me decide to minor in math instead of getting a double major (with Computer Science).
In sophomore english, I wrote bad poetry, and doodled worse pictures. The sense of humor, though, that was still there.
In freshman composition, I started six novels on one page, something I still do today.
History (another class I loathed):
I try my hand at being Andrew Lloyd-Webber.
I answer the teacher’s first question on the first day of class. Note the religious overtones; I was deep into the cult group then.
In logic class, I was so bored I started designing a million-copy-selling game. Obviously, we see how that turned out.
In numerical analysis, I discuss why I’m so hungry.
And that’s that. I may put up an entry of stuff from high school I was thrilled to find in the box, but then again, I might not. Nothing’s going on around here at all that’s worth writing about, except maybe the aforementioned Australia thing, but that has yet to pan out.
Have a good one.
If you want to get notified whenever Fred writes a journal entry, this link will do the trick.
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Arggg…anyway to darken your print so I can actually see what you scribbled on those pages? I went through a bunch of all notes a month or so ago and finally trashed them all. We’re talking high school American Lit stuff here. What a hoot.
WOW did I read AUSTRALIA? I will follow with great interest….
is it a visit or maybe a TV appearance?
Ummmmmm Fred…. does your right foot really look like the one in your doodle?
What about the new SUV?? Did you decide on one?? We gotta have pics…is the spud gonna get her own keys to it??? lol
Who was the bad influence always trying to get you to skip class?
Augh!!! Tell us about your new Pearl White caaaar!
Me again…
So are the toes of your right foot really that ugly, or should bwe be glad that you’re a programmer/author and not an artist?
I don’t think the drawing of the feet is a drawing of MY feet. At least, I hope it isn’t, because my right foot surely doesn’t look like that.
You’re such a tease. Show the damn car already.
I like your buddy’s response to “WE’RE GONNA MISS FUCKING CLASS!” It sounded like something I’d say.
It almost looks like the right foot is giving us the finger (the “toe”?)
HAH!
We can always take it over
I’m at that stage with a LOT of my courses right now. “this sucks!” “well, we can always take it over!” heh
Wow Fred that was really…uh…interesting.
OK, I am embarrassed to say I knew right away what the doggy-dick-eraser is! I’ve called them that forever!
Hey… I made a really good comment in Robyns Journal, that I would like some feedback (I’m like last in the comments tho), now I want to rant here for three reasons:
1) I really am bored at work and want attention.
2) I firmly believe it was an omen for her to open the bettle, and I am disappointed you didn’t purchase it for her
3) I am really bothered by Cheryl and her ideals.
heheheh… Melanie
Had a little time on your hands, eh Fred?