i’ve stopped counting

I’m going home until Thursday when I come back for the summer. If you can’t live without seeing me online, open up your buddy list on AOL and write “Boltmeyer” in with a permanent marker.

I have bad circulation at times. Mostly when I’m sitting down and not doing anything. The whole thing is just weird. I’ll be sitting at my computer for fifteen minutes, stand up, and suddenly have no feeling in one of my legs. Then comes the fun part-extreme pain as my leg wakes up and every nerve sends back ‘pain’ in protest. Not one of my favorite attributes. I’ve been told it’s because I’m a rather bony person.

Today is checkout day for me. I get to move all my junk home for a couple days, just in time to move right back here. Kind of a strange concept, but I’m looking forward to a relaxing summer of school and work (no, I’m serious - it’ll be relaxing). For the first summer in years, I don’t have to deal with screaming customers or rot at home with nothing or less than nothing to do.

I thought Russ was joking when he told me I had another exam tomorrow. I checked the registrar’s website. It said I didn’t have an exam. I checked the teacher’s website. It said I did have an exam where I’m sure it once said I didn’t. Off in the distance, a dog barked.

You might ask yourself, "why does Eric not care about what his physics teachers say?" Let me give one reason of many with a direct quote from the physics webpage:

The [physics] exams and final will emphasize the solving of physics problems.

My physics teachers are retarded with an extra ‘o’.

I have a teacher who redefines ‘inability to teach’ to include ‘inability to administer an exam,’ ‘inability to write sensible test questions,’ and ‘inability to shut his yapper.’ If I get a lower grade than I deserve, I’ll have fun arguing it back to where it should be. My new task is to study for physics, a class where I never attend lecture, don’t study very hard for exams, don’t appreciate the material or the teachers at all, but somehow miraculously pull off a B on all my tests. I do not like my classes, Sam I Am. They are pooopy with an extra ‘o’.

Here’s something from William S. Burroughs for you to consider:

“The act of doing presupposes opposition.”

Please gimme your thoughts. Consider this a telephone poll, except without the telephones and without the brief moment of satisfaction gained by slamming the phone down.

Click here for the latest addition to miscellaneous stuff. It’s a sort of compilation between two images I didn’t make, so naturally I claim it for humanity. Don’t ask what made me do it, I don’t know.

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I just spent the day doing nothing but thinking about how the small group of people I have spent my life with for the last year or two–who I consider my best friends and whose opinions I value–probably wouldn’t mind so much if I never spent any time with them again. If I suddenly moved away for any reason, they wouldn’t notice. My best friends say they care about me and understand that I made a mistake and never intended to hurt anybody. They want to spend time with me again, but just not in a social setting. If I walk to Publix and wind up behind them in the check-out line, maybe then they would spend time with me. They’d ignore me and look at each other with awkward glances. But at least it’d be quality time for me. Yeah, right. If you hate me, tell me. Then at least I wouldn’t have to decide if it would offend you if I got you a birthday present.

If you think you had a bad night, just think about me and how much better your night was. You didn’t make a simple mistake in your relationship and cause the people you hold dear to your heart to forget you exist.

I ate ribs for the first time tonight. NOT the best meat product in the universe. The ribs I got must’ve come from an animal made purely out of cartilage and bone marrow. It was like eating duct tape off of a rusted Sherman tank. Did I mention it wasn’t the best thing I ever ate? I meant it. The garlic bread and the coleslaw was, however really really good.