someone on the message board at [wotmania] put forth a challenege to prove that since oranges are orange, apples are good. i accepted that challenge. the following is my formal response:

Given that
oranges = orange
It follows that
orange + s = orange
Some simple arithmetic yielded
orange - orange = s
But, by the identity property
orange - orange = 0
So it follows that
s = 0

Extending this along the number line, I found that:
t = 1
u = 2
v = 3
w = 4
x = 5
y = 6
z = 7
And
r = -1
q = -2
p = -3
o = -4
n = -5
m = -6
l = -7
k = -8
j = -9
i = -10
h = -11
g = -12
f = -13
e = -14
d = -15
c = -16
b = -17
a = -18

Then, I took the assumed premise
apples = good
And translated it to:
a + p + p + l + e + s = g + o + o + d
A simple summation revealed that:
-45 = -35
Which is clearly not true.

At this point in my research, I became very disheartened, since it would appear that because of the existence of oranges, apples could not possbibly be good. Since I happen to like apples, this made me a little sad, so I wasn't about to give up there. I asked myself, "Self, this doesn't add up. There must be something I'm missing. What else are apples?" and myself answered me "Why, me, they sure are tasty as well!"

So I tried the following premise:
apples = tasty + good
Which yields:
-45 = -45

"Eureka!" I shouted, waking my roommate, who gave me a very nasty look.

Therefore, I put forth this argument that since oranges are orange, it follows logically that apples are NOT ONLY good, but tasty as well. Mmm, apples. :P

-jesse, who was very, very bored. :D

  mood: kinda tired now
now playing: finger eleven - conversations

i've been such a shithead lately. i extend my sincerest apologies to all my friends and everyone who's had to deal with me for the past month or so. i've been surly, wishy-washy, pessimistic, and pretty damn boring. not that i'm usually bouncing off the walls, but still...

i told erin about this, and she told me to stop blaming myself for everything. i thought about it for a sec, and decided that there's a difference between blaming oneself and fessing up for something one did wrong. and while i guess it's partly because of uncertainty in my life, and going back to school, and other people's issues, i'm sick of blaming everyone else. it's my own damn fault i reacted the way i did to these things.

so... to everyone, i'm very sorry, but i haven't been myself recently. that should be changing quite soon, so do try to stick it out for just a little while longer. i can't promise you'll be pleased, but i can tell you it won't be the same as it has been.

  mood: better
now playing: shinedown - burning bright

i'm not having a good day.

not only did i only get 5 hours of sleep, i didn't even sleep that well for the 5 hours i was in bed. my air mattress kept rubbing against the wall or something, and squeaking, an waking me up. it sucks. and then, when my alarm went off, it was a fucking paula abdul song. i mean... that's not what you want to hear first thing in the morning!

straight up now tell me
do you really want to love me forever?
(oh! oh! oh!)
or am i caught in a hit and run?

if that doesn't make you homicidal, nothing will. unless you're a paula abdul fan, i guess.

so then i took a shower and left, and as i was walking out the door, i dropped my mp3 player onto the pavement, bits and pieces flying everywhere. i had a round of cursing, and then picked it up. fortunately, all that happened was that the battery flew out and the memory card decided it no longer liked its home. so i put it all back together and everything still works as well as it ever did, which is passable.

i then proceeded to discover just how uncomfortable walking around in the sun with no deodorant on is. because i ran out yesterday. i also ran out of clean tee-shirts, so i was left with an old black one that's a bit too big for me. so there i was, in the sun, in a large black tee-shirt, sweating like a goddamn pig. then i had to sit through class.

none of this would be a problem normally, except that i haven't got money to do laundry or buy deodorant with. grr! hehe... i have an $80 check on the way, though, so i'm going to overdraw my account later and get some necessities, then pay it back later. thank god for overdraft protection. ;)

one good thing happened today: i discovered that i can buy AAA batteries and blank CDs with my school meal plan money. w00t! now, if only they sold Coke...

and, just so everyone's clear, i'm not actually angry about any of this.

also, i got a Real Man's Haircut™ the other day. here's [proof].

  mood: playful
now playing: dj shadow - fixed income

i am fucking tired. i'm also not really having a good time here at school. you see, after sitting around all summer with my family, chilling with craig, erin and shannon for a week straight, then visiting shannon for another weekend, i got really used to having people around that i get along with. i miss them all, and i'm not sure who i miss the most. right now, it's probably shannon, since i haven't seen her for the longest. and then there's the whole part where i like her... hm.

my week thus far has pretty much amounted to the fun one would have being beaten in the face with a sledgehammer. although, there have been some highlights. craig came to visit, and we stole Shaun of the Dead. it was a joyous romp on zombie movies. and i went home for my brother's birthday party yesterday, so i got to see the family again and chill with erin. great on both counts.

happy 13th, sir. try not to be too much of a teenager while you're a teenager.

aside from that, there's been a bit of... tension between the roommates, which has made living here less than enjoyable, to say the least. i'm hoping that's over and done now, as they seem to be getting along again.

the bees really have decided to tolerate my existance, which is nice. it means i always have a bench at lunch. thanks bees. unfortunately, no one will ever sit with me there. then again, it's not like anyone would anyway. oh well.

sometimes i wonder if i seem unapprochable.

maybe i'll just go read and ignore the world for a while. it seems to be doing a good job of ignoring me.

  mood: rather sleepy
now playing: someone playing salsa music in the next building over

okay, here's the deal. i'm not trying to insult you.

why the hell would anyone name their child mark? it seems like such an insignificant and generic thing to name a baby after. i mean... shoes will put a mark on a floor, and a pen will make a mark on your hand, but as soon as a mark congeals into anything recognisable, it's no longer a mark. like... if youre writing, it starts out as a mark, but then it becomes a letter, or a word. while drawing, marks become pictures. if it looks even vaguely intelligible, a mark will be called a symbol. there aren't even proper marks. no one sees a spot on the floor and says "oh, i'm going to call this the butterfield mark." no, no, no. it just doesn't happen. so help me out here, parents to be, and don't name your mewling spawn "mark."

in other news, i have made friends with the bees. after some negotiations, they have made me an honourary drone and i will try to work my way up their convoluted social ladder of dancing and frivolity. one day i aspire to be a worker, and perhaps even a consort to their queen.

[lucius] keeps telling me that i should take a nap. his tongue is honeyed and his wit like quicksilver, and yet i still cannot bring myself to trust in him completely. i fear that he will slay me as i slumber. perhaps i will sleep, but if i do, it will be with one eye open. i will catch you yet, lucious, mark my words. your innocent facade can only hide your trechery for so long.

  mood: what?
now playing: shut up, lucius!