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Friday, July 30, 2004
it's been a while...

Ok, I've been a lazy butt and haven't posted in ages. So sue me, I have a very, very short attention span. :-P

Hmmm....unsettling development.... my iPod appears to be frozen. that's no good. I'll have to look into this one when I get back to my room.

So, funny story... I think that I might have drunk dialed my dad on Saturday. Well, I know that I dialed him. The question is, how drunk was I? Answer: probably too drunk to be talking to my dad.

We were having a masshole party in my room (in that we were all from Mass. and we are all assholes). We were waiting for the second game of a Red Sox double header to come on. In the meantime, we were watching Law and Order (SVU) and drinking Jack Daniels. Mostly drinking Jack Daniels. And I noticed that one of the guest stars looked awfully familiar. He looked an awful lot like my dad's friend Tom Gilroy, who is an actor and I know for a fact as been on Law and Order.

Geek that I am, I looked the episode up online. It was Tom. And he was playing a real scuzzbucket character. A dude that makes gay pornography and beats up women. So, of course I had to call my dad. I left a message. It probably sounded something like,

"Wow! Dad! I was watching Law and Order! and Tom Gilroy was on it! He plays a gay pornography!
Wow!"

Yeah... I'm obnoxious.


Posted at 30.7.04 by hoper
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Tuesday, April 27, 2004
these things are dumb but i like wasting time....

1. [spell out your name with band names]

H Horrorpops
O Operation Ivy
P Paula Kelly
E Elada

E Emmet Swimming
L Letters to Cleo
I Interfuse
Z Zambonis
A Anti-Flag
B Bad Religion
E Elvis Costello
T Tuscadero
H Helicopter Helicopter

R Rasputina
O Outlets (the)
T Tugboat Annie
H Handsome Boy Modelling School

2) Have you ever had a song written about you? yeah, but then I broke his heart so now he won't play it for me and I'll never get to hear it
3) What song makes you cry? songs don't usually make me cry unless I'm already in the crying mood
4) What song makes you happy? Anything by Bad Religion
5) What do you like to listen to before bed? mellow trance mixes

a p p e a r a n c e
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: no idea. too much.
HAIR COLOR: black right now, but it changes all the time
EYE COLOR: every color
PIERCINGS: ears, i miss my eye-brow ring.
TATTOOS: one, soon to be two

r i g h t n o w
WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: jeans
WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Jets to Brazil - All Things Good and Nice
WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: too much mayonaise. ick
WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: oh so very sunny, and i'm stuck working in the basement. boo-urns.
HOW ARE YOU?: happy to be almost done with school work.

d o y o u
GET MOTION SICKNESS?: yeah.
HAVE A BAD HABIT?: too many.
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: sometimes. depends on what kind of mood my mom is in.
LIKE TO DRIVE?: yes.

f a v o r i t e s
TV SHOW: The Simpsons and Law and Order
CONDITIONER: l'oreal for curls
BOOK: I'm reading "Red Poppies" right now. But I love lefty books a lot.
MAGAZINE: haVanity Fair
NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: DVC! (that's diet vanilla coke for the uninitiated)
ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Rum and DVC
THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: your mom

h a v e y o u
BROKEN THE LAW: all the time
RAN AWAY FROM HOME: no, but my mom kicked me out for a while when i was 18
SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: nah, never had to
EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: hells yeah, so much fun
MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: only when i was young and obnoxious
EVER TIPPED OVER A PORTA POTTY: no, but i did puke next to one once. i've got pictures.
USED YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE: well, i do share one with my dad
SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: all the time.
FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: nopers.
BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: yuppers.
LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: all the time

l o v e
BOYFRIEND: yeah, he's a cutie.
GIRLFRIEND: nope, but I sure am girl bait
SEXUALITY: i like sex
CHILDREN: someday, probably
CURRENT CRUSH: your mom.
BEEN IN LOVE?: yuppers
HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: oh good god yeah
BEEN HURT?: yes. (bastards!)
YOUR GREATEST REGRET: hmmm... where to start on that one... (I have a history of terrible taste)
GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: not really, no.

o t h e r
DO YOU HAVE A JOB: tech support for the computing center at school. but i need a real job now that i'm gradumacating.
YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: a lot of dust. it's been neglected in favor of my iPod
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?: orange... durrrrr
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: flower, sunshine and codeine
WHO MAKES YOU THE HAPPIEST?: my best friend Lizer and John
WHAT'S THE NEXT CD YOU'RE GONNA GET?: I don't buy cd's. But I might make an exception for the Punk Rock against Bush compilation from Fat Wreck Records.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: stuff.

w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t
TIME YOU CRIED?: saturday, but I don't want to talk about it
YOU GOT A REAL LETTER?: another passive aggressive missive last week from my Mom.
THING YOU PURCHASED: a disgusting sandwich from the bizistro.
TV PROGRAM YOU WATCHED: on my computer? Da Ali G show with John. On tv? I can't remember, mine's broken
MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: 50 first dates with John on Valentine's Day

y o u r t h o u g h t s o n
ABORTION: i don't know if i could do it, but it should be a woman's choice.
TEENAGE SMOKING: stupid, and yet I find myself constantly bumming tasty tasty lung snacks from my friends.
DREAMS: are lots of fun. but nightmares freak the hell out of me.

Posted at 27.4.04 by hoper
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Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Hoooraayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

Hahahahahaha!

Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm taking this class that is just totally kicking my ass. I need it to graduate. I need to do well in it to graduate with honors. And, I already forked up one homework assignment and the first programming project. But, we got our midterms back today.... and.....

I got a NINETY-FIVE!

How do you like that? I think it was the highest grade in the class. I don't know how I did that. I mean, I had answers in there that were pretty damn wrong and I got full credit for them. I got answers that were blatantly wrong and he only took off a few points for them. Not that I'm complaining or anything....


This takes a huuuuuuuge weight off of my mind. I feel so much less stressed out now. I was subconsciosuly freaking out about that class and now I'm not going to.

Boo-yeah.

Posted at 23.3.04 by hoper
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Thursday, March 18, 2004
insecurities

I was talking with a friend of mine about a mutual friend of ours today. We were talking about what an awesome person he is and how sad it is that he's so insecure. Then I was thinking about all of the awesome people I know and how none of them seem to realize how awesome they are. Why is it that fabulous people get so insecure?

Then I thought about it even more and I realized that it's that the insecurities and the fabulousness play off of each other. The people that I love and admire tend to be people who care about others. People who are aware of the world around them. When you don't give a shit about anything or anyone, then your insecurities don't surface... because you're not thinking about other people so you don't worry about what they think about you.

It's like.... when my housemate Ben got really sick last semester and I drove him to the hospital and then waited up all night for him to call so that I could pick him up. I was telling one of my other housemates (Brian) about it and he said, "wow, that was a really great thing that you did." I just looked at him like he was crazy and said, "you're kidding right? It was no big deal." He pointed out that it was no big deal to me, because I see the world differently than most people. It was nothing out of the ordinary for me to have done, so I assumed that it was something that's not out of the ordinary for other people.

Our expectations of ourselves and our world views are so inter-related. I sometimes worry that I'm not doing enough for people, or that people are somehow judging me harshly. Then I realize that not everybody has the same standards as me. I used to get into trouble because I held people to the same standards that I hold myself to. But then I learned to lighten up and I like people a lot more.

I realize more and more how fabulous I am. And at the same time, I'm intensely insecure and self-conscious. It's quite the paradox, really. And I don't mean to say that I'm fabulous in some narcissistic, egotistical, self-centered way. I just think that I'm lucky enough to have been able to discover ways of being compassionate.

The thing is, I always used to try and be nice to people, but it was a self-centered niceness. I wanted everybody to like me. Now, I realize that not everybody has to like me and I can let that go. But, thanks to hanging out with Buddhists and like minded individuals in Nepal, I seem to have discovered ways of being compassionate... of seeing things from other people's perspectives. When people make me angry, I think about where their actions are coming from... how they're hurting themselves. How they're already unhappy and don't need me to be pissed at them. So now, I don't care about whether or not people think that I'm nice (well, at any rate, I care less). But, I care about where people are coming from. So it makes me "nicer."

Ok, now I think I'm rambling.


Posted at 18.3.04 by hoper
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My Dad's Getting Remarried

"He's going to the chapel and he's gonna get married....."

Woo ha! My grandparents told me. His girlfriend told me. But, it wasn't until he told me himself (last night) that I got to really celebrate.

My dad's girlfriend (well, I guess now she's his fiancée) is really awesome. I mean, I love her like crazy. She and her kids have been living with us for about a year now, so it was only a matter of time. But I'm so excited that they're going to be in my life on a committed level.

Soledad (my soon to be Step-Mom) is  so incredible. She's got four kids, Ivy (11), Oliver (10), Violet (9) and Eliot (8). I love them all to pieces. The date isn't until October, but I already can't wait.

I met Sole and her kids, a few years ago, under pretty wierd circumpstances. Well, actually, I met Sole because my Dad brought her to Thanksgiving. But I met her kids a couple of weeks later, when a family friend John O'Connor died. I went home for the wake and the funeral and I was pretty messed up. John died completely unexpectadly. He was only in his early 40's and I didn't know that he had some heart problems. He had a heart attack playing basketball and died on the way to the hospital.

It was the last week of classes of the hardest semester I had at trinity (too many credits and activities and a couple of courses that just totally kicked my ass). I was stressed and depressed and everything just kindof sucked. Another family friend was dying of colon cancer (when my dad first called to tell me about John, I thought that he was talking about Geri... what an ass kicker, to get a call beginning, "I have bad news..." and to find out that it's not the person that you think has died). I was a wreck.

Then I met Sole's kids.

These kids are just so sweet and loveable. I spent the week playing with them and I couldn't have gotten better therapy if I had paid good money for it. I guess the best things in life really are free. The love hugs and quality time and tell me all the time how much they love me.

Sole is great. She's caring and loving and takes care of me when I'm sick. We can go out drinking and dancing. She understands when I'm hungover. She knows what to say when my heart's been broken. She appreciates the value of dancing around to Shakira (but mostly the Spanish language tracks). She's one of my biggest fans when it comes to my music.

Last Summer, Sole, Dad and I went and saw the Cramps and the Von Bondies at the Roxie. We drank white russians and danced our asses off. That's how I like to picture my Dad and Sole... out on the town, acting fabulous. Sole gets dressed up and she makes Dad put on nicer jeans. They're both so tall (he's six feet, she's five foot ten), they tower over us all. Nobody works a crowd like those two.

Oh, I can't wait until October. :-D

Posted at 18.3.04 by hoper
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Friday, March 12, 2004
My New Blog Rules

Yeah,

so it's drama drama drama these days. And a lot of the drama comes from these silly blog things. You know, it's so easy to be passive aggressive and childish when you don't have to face the people that you're talking smack about. But look at me, I'm sure I do the same thing.

So I made some new rules for myself. They were already kindof unspokenly there... but now I'm putting them up here to remind myself to be good. So, without further ado, Hope's new rules for blogging:

1. Nothing too personal, over-sharingish, touchy-feely. I'm  pretty open person, but there's no need for the whole world to hear about everything.

2. Nothing mean about anybody, unless it's some random waitress or traffic cop that I don't really know. No need to be passive aggressive. If I have beef with somebody, I'm usually pretty good about telling them (or at least letting them know). I try not to say anything on this thing that I wouldn't tell somebody to their face.

3. Keep it upbeat. It's called Hoper's Rants, but maybe I should change the name to "The Stupid Stuff I Did Today That Amuses Me." Nawww... that's not very catchy... :-P

Baically, I write in this thing because I'm easily amused and I like to share my dumb stories with my friends without having to type them into ten thousand IM messages. Sure, it's a sad state of affairs that people don't communicate face to face anymore. Instant Messenger is as personal as we get. I'm afraid to call people. I think Bad Religion put it best:

"I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy
I don't know how to live but I got a lotof toys
My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual."

Now go outside and enjoy the sunshine. :-P

Posted at 12.3.04 by hoper
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Thursday, March 11, 2004
v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n

Oh boy it's Spring Break!

Oh wait... I'm not going anywhere. Oh well.....

I was hoping to go to LA to see my sister at her college. But she has break the week after ours and she decided that she would have too much work to do and she didn't want me around distracting her. But it's all good. That whole damn state is going to fall into the Pacific ocean anyways.

I'm just going to stay on campus and try and get some work done. I'm going to go to the gym and pick up some shifts at work. And I'm going to sit in my room and write PHP code until I get carpal tunnel syndrome in a last ditch attempt to get caught up on my senior project. Oh yeah, and John'll be around. That should be pretty fun.

It's a gorgeous day. Why am I sitting at my computer? Actually, I'm pretty impressed at my ability to be sitting down at all. I had a Diet Pepsi for breakfast (and won another free song on iTunes.... cause I'm cool and know how to look under the cap before I buy 'em. I win every time!) and then a two shot mocha about an hour later with lunch. Gotta admit, I'm feeling a bit hummingbired-esque right now. Gonna buzz around so fast that nobody can see me. Woo hoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted at 11.3.04 by hoper
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004
longest weekend EVER

Ok, so technically it wasn't a long weekend.... but it felt like it was about four days long. Maybe the weekends seem longer because now that I've stopped drinking, I remember all of them.... Well, at any rate, this one kindof dragged.

I actually got a lot of work done on my senior project, which is mos def a good thing. And I got some studying done for my foundations of programming languages midterm. I took that one today and it was most definitely an anal violation masquerading as a test... but I think I did ok. At any rate, I need to do well in that class. So let's hope that I did well.

Friday was low key. I made food for the week until about midnight, then just fucked around in my room and yelled out the window at the Pikes. (Pike a.k.a PKE is the frat next door to Cleo). It's kindof amusing that they know where I live now... they yell up at my window at all hours. A couple of them are particularly bad, they'll just start screaming my name. "Hope! Hope! Hope!" I'm starting to feel like I live in "A Street Car Named Desire." Little old Stella me.... Heh heh heh.

Yeah, so I've discovered that there really is no shame in sitting in your room on a Friday night. Really. I swear. Because it's my choice. And I get to hang out with all of Pike from the comfort of my own room.

Frisbee practice was awesome on Saturday. It's much easier to get up at noon on a Saturday and then go run around for two hours when you're not totally hungover. I'm still out of shape and my shin splints make things pretty tough... but I do feel like I'm getting the hang of things. I had some good catches. I even scored a couple of points and got to to do a little bump and grind victory dance in the end zone.

I had another nerd fest Saturday afternoon/evening. I'm embarassingly geeky. I got so excited when I made my website send emails after people registered as new users. I did a little dance around Cleo when it all worked. My housemates had a good laugh over that one.

I had been planning on hiding in my room Saturday night. Too much drama going on.... I didn't want to deal with it. But Will Servos told me that I wasn't allowed to hide and that I had to be fabulous instead. So we made a corset for me out of duct tape (it was a heaven and hell themed party) and I was a duct tape demon. Honestly, I looked hot. Once I  get the pictures from Rautio's camera onto my computer I'll be sure to upload some.

I must admit, I was a bit of a crank monster. Well, not a crabby appleton, so much as I was just kindof down. I'm not exactly sure why... just a little stressed and out of it. There were so many people there and they were all so unbelievably wasted. It's hard to be sober at a party when everybody is just demolished. And, to tell the truth, I missed John a lot. I kept seeing skinny guys with dark hair out of the corner of my eye and wishing that they were him. Oh well, I'll get to see him tonight.

Sunday was Senior brunch which meant that all the seniors got together in the Party Barn to eat greasy food and drink waaay too many mimosas. I limited myself to two. I'm so proud of myself. I enjoy everything so much more now that I've decided to stop being such an alcoholic. Everybody there was totally shit faced. Totally unattractive. I think that the whole purpose of Senior brunch is to help people like me feel better about graduating from Trinity. I mean, I looked around the room and realized that I had no interest in talking to or even associating with 97% of the people in there.


Yeah, so everyone (except for me and a few other people) got sloppy drunk then we all went out to the main quad and, as per tradition, a bunch of the seniors went streaking. Somebody asked me if I was going to streak for the honor of Cleo. I said, "for the honor of Cleo, I'm keeping my clothes on." You couldn't have paid me enough or have gotten me drunk enough to have done that.

I've seen the streaking before... but the intensity sure gets ratcheted up a notch when you realize that it's people that you knew as freshmen, when you were a freshman. It's like, "holy shit, you were in my freshman seminar!" "You and I were best friends for a week!" (you know, the way that only freshmen can be best friends for a week and then never speak to the person again). A bunch of guys were just walking around buck ass naked. I'm not a prude or nuthin, but it was pretty intense.

The whole drunken scene thing just gets more and more unappealing every weekend. Who knows, by the end of this semester, I'll probably be saying, "get me the hell out of this place."

Posted at 10.3.04 by hoper
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Tuesday, March 02, 2004
He is Franz Kafka! Franz Kafka!

The soundtrack to my life is getting mellower everday. That's not to say that things have slowed down (they get more frantic every day). It's just that I now spend the majority of my day walking around listening to chill songs on my iPod. I used to listen all the time to Bad Religion and the Gits and the Dresden Dolls, etc. But, John told me that my music was too angry and that I needed to chill out more. Now, I'm not one to blindly listen to pronouncements like that, especially when it comes to something as personal and important as the music that I listen to. But, he downloaded about eleventy billion chill songs and essential mixes onto my new computer. And, I realized that I liked a lot of it. I especially like listening to techno when I'm doing homework.... because I need music all the time but techno can fade into the background and let me focus on the tasks at hand. And I downloaded a bunch of chill music on my own. I like the new non-angry Hope. Of course, I still listen to a lot of punk rock. Chill music is awesome, but every so often, I just need some Mudhoney.

My new computer is so much fun. It starts up in about thirty seconds and it's wicked fast. I hooked it into my stereo and it's music all the time in my room now. I have about 4 days worth in iTunes. And John dumped EIGHTY gigs of movies and tv shows onto it. It's a wonder that I get any work done.

It was so cute... my computer showed up on Friday and so did John. I thought that he was going to be in New Haven for the weekend, but then Friday evening he IMed me and told me that he was coming up. His grandmother died last week and he thought that the funeral was Saturday but then it wasn't, so he came up to go on the Studio Arts field trip Saturday. I was in the shower when he got to Cleo and when I walked into my room, John was sitting there with a huge grin on his face and a big stack of cd's for me to install. Oh, and he even brought me an optical mouse with scroll and right-click buttons. He's almost as excited about this thing as I am. We had a total nerd fest intalling programs and transfering over tv shows. He even loaned me his digital video camera so that I can play around with iMovie.

We had another nerd fest last night, a video conference using iChat. I'm sure that anybody walking by my room last night would have thought that I'm insane. I mean, I was yelling into my computer, having an in-depth conversation. But then again, hopefully they would have heard John's voice coming out of my speakers and realized what was up. Besides, my housemates already think that I'm insane. So I guess it's a moot point. Video chats are fun. I love the fact that he can distract me and keep me up all night even when he's in New Haven. Meh, I'm perfectly capable of distracting myself. Speaking of which, it's time to stop rambling and start studying for Spanish. I am so fucked in terms of work, it's not even funny. Bah.

Posted at 2.3.04 by hoper
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Monday, March 01, 2004
Red Bull at 10pm is a very bad idea

Yeah, so I had this programming assignment for my Foundations of Programming Languages class due at 11:59PM last night. And I didn't finish it. It was 10PM and I still had the hardest part of it to do and I hadn't really finished the (slightly) easier part, which I had spent all day working on. Well, most of the day... So anyways, I had two hours to pull an algorithm and implementation out of my ass. Time to bend over...

I was over in the Unix lab working on it and I realized that I was having problems concentrating. So I decided to walk back across campus to my room. I figured a walk out in the cold might wake me up. I ran into my friend Sebastian and he asked me what was wrong (I guess I wasn't really a ray of sunshine at that point) and I explained it all to him. So he walked over to his room with me and gave me a Red Bull. Mmmm... caffeine.... So, it woke me up enough to realize that I was totally screwed (and not in a good way). I wrote out an explanation for my teacher saying what I was attempting to do. I turned in my program around 11:45, partially working. Midnight came and went. I have a bad feeling about how I'm going to do in this class.... Meh.

So I hung out for awhile after that. I meant to study for Spanish but I ended up talking to Vicki online for a really long time. There are a few things that have really been upsetting me lately and she was really helpful in getting me to put things into perspective. Sometimes I worry about burning myself out in certain ongoing situations and it was really good to have her tell me to step back and look at things from a different angle.

Yeah, so then I looked at the clock and I realized that it was 2:30 in the morning! I still have no idea how that happened. Seeing as how I have class at 10AM every day, I figured that maybe it was time to go to bed. But, you, John and I have to watch an episode of Home Movies every night before we can even think about going to bed (Home Movies is this cartoon on Adult Swim that's unbelievably funny). So, we watched a Home Movie and I layed the smack down and said that we couldn't watch anymore, it was time for bed. Thirty seconds later, I realized that I was wide awake. John was wide awake. He took a Ridlin around 3. I had a Red Bull around 10. We were both wired. So yeah, Red Bull late at night is a bad idea. God, I'm tired today.

Posted at 1.3.04 by hoper
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