Archive for October, 2005

The Misty Room

Here’s a description that I wrote for my English class. I don’t think that it’s that good, but I never like what I write. Anyway, here it is:

The room is filled with mist, a strange occurrence in most rooms, but not in this one. In this room, mist is a consuming thing. It always seems as though the mist has just appeared; it is always there, never dissipating, never changing.

The mist is thick. The walls are invisible, as if the room goes on forever, but the mist also seems thin. The feeling of being just on the edge of the mist, able to see the whole room, rests constantly in the back of the mind.

The walls, when they are found, are made of thick, dark wood. Covered with a slight film of water, the scratched wood makes an impenetrable barrier with the outside. It lets none see in, and none see out.

On one of the walls is a door, the only door in the room. It is festooned with only a handle and a small window about head height. The window is the only way to see in and out of the room, but water covers it, just like the walls, making the other side difficult to see.

A bench hugs the four walls of the room. It almost forms a complete square, but a gap at the doorway keeps it from going the whole way around the room. The bench consists of the same wood as the walls, but fewer scratch marks appear on the bench than on the walls. Over time, people, sitting on the bench, made a constantly changing barrier that protected it from scratching, but at the same time they slowly smoothed it. Their bodies rubbing away tiny particles of wood, making the bench smooth and comfortable.

The floor is covered with simple tiles. At one time the tile was neat, straight, and perfectly white. Now, however, the tiles are a light brown color, and each tile doesn’t quite have the same tint as the tile next to it. Occasionally, a tile will be loose or not quite as straight as those around it.

The tiles give way in the center of the floor for a pit of coals. The coals make a hissing noise as water is slowly sprayed onto them. While a machine pumps the water onto the coals, a maintenance man checks every hour to make sure that they stay hot enough to keep the room at the optimal temperature to make people sweat.

Outside the sauna is a health spa. Every day the spa is filled with people going about their business, only occasionally stepping into the misty room to experience its rejuvenating ability.

Running

Our school decided that this year they weren’t going to do the usuall candy fundraiser. While I’m glad they did that, I’m not feeling to good about what we had to do. They replaced the candy fundraiser with a run-a-thon.

I currently feel like crap. I only did 18 laps (about 4.5 miles) in an hour, but I still feel like crap. To top off the sore muscles and the blisters on my feet, I think I got a cold.

That said, I’m still glad that we didn’t do the candy fundraiser :)

PS New writing within the hour.

ACT

I took the ACT this morning, not as hard as I thought it’d be. I was one of only two guys in a room of twenty-one :).

I was supposed to call my mom to come pick me up when the test was over, but my cell went dead. I borrowed someone else’s, but it couldn’t get any signal. I ended up wandering around the school (which isn’t the school I normally go to) untill I found a landline that I could use. Guess the wireless age isn’t quite here yet.

Buying teachers

Found this on Mtekk’s site. From the The Infinite Teen Slange Dictionary:

Jmweirick: v. to intentionally buy a teacher.
Thasp: interj. an exclamation used in celebrating a victory.
XCmiler: interj. expression of disbelief.
CKchaska: v. (vulgar) to kill someone.
PLchaska: n. complicated acronym, meaning ecstasy.
JErm: n. a teacher which the speaker wants to love.
Buu: adj. getting ready to eat something.
Jark: v. to intentionally chase a thong.
Spyed: v. to borrow something in a superior fashion.
Leflaw: n. an old-school term for LSD.
JD: v. to share things, with no purpose or reason.

Those were just a few of the fun definitions that I found at that site. No, their definition of mtekk is incorrect so that’s just too bad.

Mtekk’s Crib » Blog Archive » Mtekk: v. to understand something in a big fashion.

Buying a teacher huh? Not a bad idea :).

Breezy Badger

I got a copy of Ubutnu Linux 5.10 running. I tried first to update from 5.04 by doing an apt-get dist-upgrade, but I kept running into errors so I downloaded the ISO and did a fresh install. It worked like a dream. I’m looking forward to exploring all the new features :).

Spam

I decided to do an experiment. Wanting to see how much spam I actually get, I decided to stop deleting my spam a few days ago. As of now I have twenty emails in my spam folder on Gmail. Of those, only six are in English. The rest? They’re in Japanese! Now, I don’t surf any Japanese sites, and if I did, I wouldn’t enter my email address, but somehow I get Japanese spam.

The other spam is your standard, “I can’t spel but somehow I have a million dollars that I want to give to you, just tell me your account number.” There’s also the occasional, “Get Adobe Photoshop for only $20!” And don’t forget the emails from “Chase Bank” asking to “verify your account information,” even though I don’t have an account with Chase.

The more I look through my spam, the less confidence I have in humanity if people are dumb enough to fall for this crap, but there is good news, I just saved a bunch of inbox clutter by using Gmail’s spam filter (Geico pun intended).