Hello.

I got bored not doing many of the things I should be doing (reading journals for eng15, webassign for phys211 and math141, and studying), so I decided to create yet another internet based way to track my ass down and bore you with my own stupidity. I'll probably end up forgetting I own one of these in about a week. Oh well, such is my life, many starts with little finishes.

I should probably tell a little about myself, but not too too much. Then our relationship would get all awkward. Nobody likes awkward. My name is Mike, but I have plenty of other monikers including Mikey Poo, Snuffy, Adam (large adam's apple), K-Mart, Smugg, and plenty of other derivations. I was known through high school from many friends to have a good Bill Cosby and Greased-Up Deaf Guy impressions. I seek humor in anything, since it is my coping mechanism. I played percussion through middle and high school. I know, band geek right? Social groups didn't happen too much to me; I had quite a wide variety of friends and well-acquainted people. I take being "laid-back" to new extremes, although this year I have been trying to keep ahead of my classes. I am currently a freshman at PSU, and the life up here isn't bad. Musically, I believe I am quite alternative, and by alternative I speak of The Flaming Lips, Spacehog, The Unicorns, along with some classic rock artists thrown in. Music defines a lot of my life; I love hearing songs that you can apply morally. That's enough for now.


I suppose I can make use of this to archive my blunders and general stupidity to the viewing public, as well as any other general information I deem important enough to include.

Stupidity of the day:
Today I forgot a programming project due in my computer science class. I had to go to my brother's apartment to drop off stuff for the trip home this weekend and decided to stay there for a little while. I finally ended up leaving around 9:40, and realized upon reaching College Ave. and Allen St. (around 9:50) that the project was due at 10:00. Well, I was wailing many obscenities in my head to myself as I began to run full-fledged back to my dorm. The cosmos had finally shifted into my favor, for I had actually lucked out in arriving at my room to get the assignment in by 9:58. I had completed it before the day it was due, but I hadn't structured the output in a completely great way. But any amount of points I get is better than nothing, and I'm pretty sure it works well.


If you can't find humor in your mistakes, what's the use of living? Most of life is comprised of mess-ups, so you'll have to learn to enjoy them somehow.