hello everybody and an angry halloween to all. i recently downloaded a new screensaver from a Japanese website (took me forever since i can’t read Japanese). so now when i leave my computer unattended, a little blue car (i believe it’s supposed to be an S13 or S14) comes out of hiding and starts pulling these crazy drifts all across my screen. cool eh? you can tune stuff in the settings like speed and time of day (the screen dims and the car turns on its lights at night).

“Yo, check it, it’s Ivan Lo. He’s here to rock the flow. He ain’t ever gonna go, he likes it nice and slow. Oh wait, how would i know?? oh well, that’s just Ivan Lo.”

courtesy of Yang Gao

today’s topic is trick or treating. i personally dislike it and find it quite bothersome that even college-age students participate in such a childish ritual. i’ve come to the conclusion that the whole trick or treating experience does more harm than good. think about it: you spend time, effort and money into obtaining a costume right? say you spend an hour making a decision and ten dollars on your ridiculously homosexual spiderman costume. okay, next, you head out the door and pillage your neighborhood of candy. say you spend approximately two hours ringing people’s doorbells and demanding sugar. you come home satisfied after a long night’s activities and you empty the contents of your pillowcase onto the floor of your room. you spend say…a good half an hour sorting the various candies into different categories. okay, we can stop here. let’s add up the costs, shall we? okay, one hour from the costume shop + two hours spent walking around + half an hour sorting = a grand total of three and a half hours. you add that to the ten dollars you shelled out for your spandex and you’ve just wasted three and a half hours of your life in addition to the Hamilton that escaped the confines of your wallet. now doesn’t that make you feel good? and for what? so you have an excuse to parade around the street in your red and blue undies? so you can stuff your face with candy that will in turn rot your teeth and innards? so you can be hyperactive and crazy? tell me, is it worth all these things? not to me. bah.

yes i DID adjust ALL my clocks for daylight savings

WEIRD. i lost an hour today. i got up at approximately 8:10am and was thinking to myself “gosh…i better get my lazy butt to econ discussion at 9:00.” so i go get ready and i leave the room at around 8:50 or so. i walk outside and there was a bus. cool…i didn’t know buses came this late. so i boarded it and about ten minutes later i get off on east side and begin walking to my econ class. i get there ten minutes late and i walk in and sit down. the TA gives me a handout that i study intently. then i slowly glance about the room…funny…i don’t recognize any of these people save for Nina…but nina’s not in my class… then i looked at my watch and SOMEHOW it reads 10:13. WHERE DID MY HOUR GO???

Yang: girl, u didn’t see an angel, u saw yangel. say hello to your saving yangel. bow down and give thanks and i shall give u my love O:-)

ivan: what the heck

Yang: LOL

Yang: HA HA HA HA

ivan: you’re a nerd

i want to buy a coconut. i want to puncture the “eye” of the coconut with an ice pick or a similarly sharp object and drain the juice out into a cup (i’ll come back to the cup in a little bit). then i want to use a hammer or a similarly blunt object to tap on the pre-scored line on the coconut that divides it into opposite hemispheres. if done correctly, it’ll allow me to easily crack it open thus revealing the creamy “meat” of the tropical fruit. i’ll then take a spoon or a similarly concave object and forcefully scoop off the hard nut-like “meat” and consume it ravenously with a grin on my face. then i’d drink the cup of coconut juice and with satisfaction, i’ll wipe the dribble off my chin. oh well…i guess i’ll buy a coconut one of these days.

i just killed a gnat. i at least hope it led somewhat of a happy existence before i ended it. gosh, how depressing. here’s a mood-lifting thought: if you were to make all buildings and furniture invisible, you would probably see thousands of people floating in the air doing everyday things. cool thought huh? oh…i didn’t think so either.

well…here i am. the road trip made my butt hurt. i’m in place and ready to spring the surprise. i guess all i have to do now is wait.

wow this has been a really long week. i just ate a banana and i’m feeling pret-ty good about myself. ready to tackle the weekend ahead of me. anyway…i saw a woman sporting a mullet and a leather jacket the other day on the bus and i was just thinking to myself “people still have mullets?” i was under the impression that they had died out long ago but apparently i’ve been mistaken all these years. but who knows? maybe that woman is to mullets as the loch ness monster is to dinosaurs…or the ceolocanth is to prehistoric fishes. perhaps the mullet i saw was one of the last of a dying breed…struggling to assimilate, yet unable to break free from the shackles of bad style and recent history. heh…it’s funny because it’s true.

i woke up this morning with a headful of deep thoughts and a pensive countenance. i proceeded to bypass my normal routine of throwing my alarm clock across the room and decided instead to take in each melodic buzz as if it were a glorious symphony playing a classical piece. but after about 3 tones i imbedded the hapless object deep into my bedroom wall. i then did my thing and went out the door, with no place to go. i stepped into my jet-black Civic Si and revved its engine for no particular reason, smiling grimly as i released the e-brake and rolled out of my driveway. no, it wasn`t that there was a clawed gibbon in the passenger seat, or that my car was actually a dark green LX sedan, it was an inner calling of my soul…the little voice that said “stop…this is not the path you want to take today” i hit the brakes with the force and passion of a hundred dead zebras. luckily there were no cars behind me, only the lonely boy and his red goat. i stared at the goat, it stared at me, and the boy…he stared at the big dent on my rear bumper. after that traumatic, spiritual experience…i decided to buy a mango and throw it at…the goat. the

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