Posts Tagged ‘life’


As I slowly pack up my belongings before I head to my last angry final, it is with a somewhat sombre mood that I do so. My sophomore year at the University of Illinois has been fantastic. I loved my freshman year, and am quite amazed that this year turned out to be infinitely better.

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My life is awesome.

Yup, it’s true. Thanks.

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The spot you can never keep.

spot I’m sure everyone has struggled with this at least once (if not thousands of times) during their lives. I personally struggle with it quite often. It is a reminder of the impermanance of worldly pleasures and a sign that all good things eventually come to an end. This foe has no name, but it’s presence is widespread and devastating. The time has come to bring this evil to light.

You wake up from bed. There’s no real reason to get up so soon, so you decide to stay lying in bed. It is quiet, and you are feeling a peace that can only come from having lived through the pains of the modern world. The position you are lying in, it is not natural, but for some odd reason, it just works. In fact, it’s the most comfortable you’ve ever been. The blanket, bed, and pillow have molded around your body during the night, giving you a personal fit that is impossible to find anywhere else. You are warm, and you love your bed. It loves you back by holding you. You never want to leave this spot, and decide to stay right where you lie.

But then it strikes. You hear your alarm ring or some knocking at the door. Or maybe it’s a phone call or the need to go to the bathroom. Regardless of what it is, they all have the same motive. You must leave this spot, a place so blissful and warm, to deal with the world outside. You are reluctant, but you do slowly lift the covers off yourself. You lift yourself off very gently, lest the spot be disturbed. You run to whatever drew you away from your loving home. Task completed, you dash back to your bed. You reinsert yourself gently beneath the covers, taking care not to disturb the bed anymore than you need to. You fold your arms and legs in the exact same position as before, and shift the blanket into proper position, taking care to bring back any particular folds that were there. Your memory has never been this good before.

But regardless of what you do, something is wrong. The damage has been done. The same spot you place yourself in, is just not as comfortable anymore. Maybe it’s not comfort. Maybe it’s something else. However, something is missing. That something which made this position perfect before, is missing. The spot is no more. A cunning evil has robbed you of it. This evil preys on our worldly responsibilities, to bring us out in the world. It leaves our “home” vulnerable, and during this time, the evil robs it of it’s magic. Once we return to our ravaged spot, we are disgusted. It’s not the same; a poor copy of the bliss that came before. The damage has been done well.

In my history of having met this foe, I have yet to win a battle amongst our countless encounters. We can resist it, but eventually it always wins. No matter how quick or nimble you are, this evil always manages to do its damage before you can reclaim your prize. Maybe it’s a battle that you can’t ever win. Well that just sucks.

If anyone has managed to defeat this evil, tell me your ways!

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Playin’ the stocks

I’ve recently started investing money in the stock market. I made my first real trade February 19th of this year and have been fiddling around since. There’s not too much to say at this point, except that even with all its risk, I’ve still managed to earn a lot more in stocks than any bank savings account ever could. I don’t have a great huge sum invested, but it’s certainly (a few thousand dollars) sizable.


Now if you’ll look at the crummy (I could’ve made a shiny one, but I feel this gives it that “homey” touch.) graph I drew, you’ll see my progress marked every 15 days or so. While this doesn’t paint you the complete picture of how well or bad I’ve been doing, you should be able to see that I’ve certainly done well for myself. The S&P 500 is an index of companies which supposedly paints the most accurate picture of the status of United States’ stock market. For those of you who’ve been keeping up with the news, you should know that right now is not a happy time for the US economy/stocks. The housing bubble exploded around October/November, and its effects have had widespread negative effect throughout all the areas of the US economy.

What was I thinking, investing at a time like this? I saw a great opportunity, that’s what. About 22% in a month and a half. Not bad, eh? It would’ve been around 40% if I hadn’t made an angry trade yesterday, but that’s water under the bridge. I’ve made more in a month or so than I would have earned with a savings account for a couple years. I’ve been meaning to invest into stocks for a long time, but external factors kept me from doing so. My boss’ own trading activities piqued my interest, and that along with my disposable income thats been sitting, I figured I should give it a try myself.

Now that I’m a veteran of a month and a half, (laff) I’ll try to share what I’ve learned in a later post. Until then, I hope to become very rich. Wish me luck.

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July in Shampoo Banana and the Pains of Work

And so the fourth of July has returned once more. This year, having stayed on campus, I was able to experience local festivities. There was a local parade which started at the intersection of Lincoln and Nevada over in Urbana. Parades, in my opinion, aren’t too interesting to begin with. But this parade, while nothing special, wasn’t half bad. The Champaign-Urbana area managed to hold a pretty big lineup of floats, bands, and old people to march down town.

I bbq’d with some friends for dinner, which was muy yum. At night, I went to a fireworks display over at the park next to Parkland college. It was pleasing to the eyes. Afterwards, I ate some sweet corn. In the end, I can say that spending the fourth down in Champaign wasn’t bad at all.

As for work, some odd forces have been conspiring to get me injured. A few days back, I managed to get a long bleedy scrape on my left leg while I was moving equipment. An angry desk had attacked me with it’s sharp corners. Yesterday, some metal on a usb port was bent outwards and I sliced my palm on it as I was trying to pick the computer up. And just today, I was cutting open a box, and managed to run the sharp edge of a pair of scissors over the tip of my middle finger on my left hand. This one was real bleedy. The last part was prolly my fault though.


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