<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:26:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I'am waiting for something, but what?</title><description></description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-6334470726971203338</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-21T12:47:41.007-06:00</atom:updated><title>I'm a Netaholic and I'm Proud to be one.</title><description>Yay! I'm actually typing up something that may be a blog post. Nicole will be so proud. ;) Anyways, to pick up the pace of where I may have left off. The day after finals usually suppose to be a day of joy and excitement because no more school. That joy and excitement usually comes from 99% of the student body. I fell into the 1 percent. Why, might you ask? I don't know, I found myself going to the library and checking out some books on specific topics that I had interest in. I ruled it down to two main themes because I know I wouldn't have enough time to do more, nor would I actually remember what I read. The two themes, one of them being the "Internet Addiction Disorder" and the other, "Twin Psychology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to violate the "keep it short and simple" rule, Nicole imposed on my blog entries because this may very well be a long post. (Gosh i sorta hope not, but let's see how it goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I addicted to the Internet? I'm probably am, but who likes to admit their addictions, especially if one of them being an addict to the World of Warcraft. Granted, being addicted to WoW isn't such a bad thing but then again it can really remove yourself from reality. Especially on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Netaholic and I'm Proud to be one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only if i had a t-shirt. Maybe I should make one...........nah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning stuff about the psychology of twins can be VERY INTERESTING, especially if you have a twin yourself. (in which i do) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-6334470726971203338?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-netaholic-and-im-proud-to-be-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-2704335944222996610</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-14T12:31:38.403-06:00</atom:updated><title>keep it short and sweet</title><description>I need a new post to this blog, but what should it be about? Right now, my mind is going off on a bazillion ideas. I don't know, but if i were to try and blog about them all... this post will be fairly long and not readable by many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole told me to keep it short and simple. i know that I could, but I've always been known to ramble about a thing endlessly. Sometimes to a point where my rambling becomes incoherent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was finals week, though some went good and some went bad. It's over. Though I regret some of the decisions that were made throughout that semester, I do enjoyed some things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-2704335944222996610?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/05/keep-it-short-and-sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-4546696031550516778</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-01T00:29:49.456-06:00</atom:updated><title>streesed and depressed.</title><description>Boy gee did I screw up. I was going to blog about another topic i had in mind, well that didn't work as planned. In fact I got more depressed about the events that happened today. It's quite a story, but lets see if I'm able to sum it up in a simple and clear blog post.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I heard from my brother that I was kicked from my guild in the World of Warcraft. My initial reaction was the usual, "WTF? How?" Let's just say I'm not a happy camper.  :(  I would love to had explained certain things, but I fell that I was ignored and mis-communicated on a lot of guild related things.  It would have been nice to leave the guild with a good bye post or a good bye wave in guild chat, but that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the removal been a good thing? Perhaps could I see myself doing more things other than the World of Warcraft? It came to me that maybe I play the game way to much and could it be hazardous to my health and social well being? I heard numerous stories about people losing marriages over MMORPG's, but this is about a marriage. It's more Real Life versus In-Game. I enjoy doing activities and engaging in social conversations in each, but is the In Game reality consuming me? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I play, I find myself enjoying it when I'm with people I know in real life or people I've gotten to know a lot better, like my sweet online boyfriend, Parker. Every day we find out something new that either have some similarity to it or some strange fact that we least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin brother also plays the game and we seem to enjoy doing things together. (i.e. quests, instances, and having fun) Without the game, how would we be able to talk to each other on a daily basis? Once a night never seems to work because either I'm studying diligently, having a bad mood,  or one of us is found sleeping before 10:30pm. We could still talk on AIM or MSN, but being together on a quest or goal gives us that sense of being connected. Whatever it is, all i know is that it's a twin thing and I'm very grateful that I have someone that close to me who I can share and have fun with. There are some things I could cry over, but again that's a different topic to discuss later. It just occurred to me that we never really had gotten a photo of us other than our senior portraits in high school. And believe me, those are outdated pictures. We both looked differently than we did in high school. Maybe sometime in the summer, we both can spend a few extra bucks and get a a few portraits done by a photographer. It would be great to show people something more current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what would come to me if I didn't have the World of Warcraft? Would I go clinical insane? or Would I be bored out of mind. I'd have plenty of free time, but what would I do with all this free time? Probably bore myself to insanity. World of Warcraft not only has been occupying some of my life, but it's given me something to do. Without the World of Warcraft, it would be kinda boring. Unless I decide to go drinking everyweekend, but that's way too overrated. Getting drunk on occasion, or special occasions seems to be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I what you call an addict to the World of Warcraft? God I hope not. When I think of the word addict, I start to think of a person who devotes most or all of his time to playing World of Warcraft. I spend most of my time playing, but I try to moderate myself. Moderating myself to a point where I'm actively engaging socially outside the In-Game realm. When I think of my brother playing the game, I don't think as if he was and addict. I seriously think if we both had more of a social life back in high school we wouldn't be socially disgusted with ourselves. I may be preaching to the choir but in fact me any my brothers social life sucked. There are times where I wish my dad would have let us go out and experience life has an individual teenager, but no.... he insisted that we stay home and be safe.  What we usually did was sit on the computer and play online games. What a life in high school, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really had thought about going to college when I was in high school,  but I know I didn't want to stay at home after i turned 18 or 19.  I went on into higher education with pretty much one goal in mind, "Be more independent and give myself more freedom from being at home." Like what the good o' saying from ma or pa, "You live under my roof, You live under my rules." I hated that rule and wish that rule was never established in our household. My brother tried to do the same thing I did by going to the local university in town, but never made it passed the first semester. In fact if i recall correctly, I never really made it my first semester at college. I was on Academic Probation and pretty much had to work my best to get out of it. Seeing that we are identical twins, "If I can do it, then I know for certain that he can do it too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been my major concern in my life to look after each other. Seriously, when your close as we are, you do wanna make sure that we both are doing good. Hence why at times we enjoy talking on the cell phone for hours about specific things in our life or in-game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a time when we both got so mad at our parents, we even considered looking for a apartment to try and live on our own. But I almost hate to admit that even though our parents provide us with a lot of things, sometimes I wish we could of been given more freedom. Even today, my brother is limited in what he can do to be more independent and I wish/pray that some day we both will be equally independent.  Even when I do graduated from this university, I know that I would love to get an apartment with him. I already know that wherever I may get a job that uses my degree, I want him with me. Not as a boyfriend, but as my twin and supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already got an online boyfriend whom we seem to  have stuff in common.  :) &lt;3 href="http://fourtyblocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nate &lt;/a&gt;who has been a great friend along with &lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, (who I can never get her blog address correct, because its too friggin long!) who enjoys reading my posts. Even if there long as hell, she will always take the time to read what's going on in her friend's life. I also try my best to read and comment their blogs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to end it here. Feel free to send me and e-mail: thousey at gmail dot com.  I know it says timiswaiting at gmail dot com, but hardly check that. Just send it to my main e-mail address and I'll read your comments and reply back. Thanks! =) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh! I just remembered a topic i wanted to briefly talk about. "Is majoring in Radio/TV/Film something I'd like to pursue?"This topic occurred to me briefly, but it's something I may want to consider.  The topic brings me back into time where I'm trying to decided on a major and minor. It was a conversation between my older brother Josh as we were trying to figure out which major I could benefit most from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at the majors and minors that Oshkosh had to offer and eliminated one by one of things I was interested in. It ended up with Radio/TV/Film, but is that something I want to pursue as a career? I  can't honestly answer that because the more I look into it now, does the major reflect some of my interests? It has for the most part, but pretty much the technology and computer part to the major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why this thought came to me, but could it be true? Could there be another major that'll suit my needs? I was almost thinking about trying to schedule an appointment with a counselor about doing a personality test and then figuring based on the results what an ideal major may be.  Is RTF for me? Is Journalism for me? Both questions i think should be answered soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-4546696031550516778?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/streesed-and-depressed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-481073702874996646</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-29T03:04:33.981-06:00</atom:updated><title>BeatByte!</title><description>Woot! Mothergoose (&lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;) finally let me do this solo. No not really, she just got a little drunk. I suppose I owed her for getting drunk with Mark that one weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the playlist for today's show! Enjoy! :P&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel Like God  - Warp Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halcyon  -  Andy Moor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shivers  -  Armin Van Burren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adrenalin   -  Active Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air for Life -   Andy Moor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drifting Away  -  Lange Feat. Skye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4u  -  Brian Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without Your Near  -  Markus Schultz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burned with Desire  -  Armin Van Burren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Traffic  -  Tiesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tribal Dance  -  2 Unlimited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warriors of Love  -  Clubgroovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel Fine  -  Tune Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Losing Love  -  Milk Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime We Touch  -  Cascada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whisper -  Milk Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolution  -  DJ Klubbingman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harder -  Deepforces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are The Best -   Pimp Code!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Neverending Dream  -  Casada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Popcorn  -  Verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Frong  -  Axel F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Your Basscreator -   Basshunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Sleep  -  Above and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kernkraft 400  -  Zombie Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-481073702874996646?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/beatbyte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-8556435861537801965</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-21T16:04:44.288-06:00</atom:updated><title>Days till DDay: 20</title><description>To my amazement, theres twenty days left in the semester. (starting tommrrow) To some that is a sign of relief but to me it's a sign that I need to get my hamster rolling and start getting shit done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests, quizes, projects... it all has to be done. The one class I'm worried about is Comm229. (Radio/TV News) Theres alot of projects that were assigned and I'm just worried that it'll overwhelm me, god I hope not. Based on what I can remember, theres an Interview paper due, and a few television projects due on the 10th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my PDA monday, UPS doesn't deliver on Saturdays. )= All that extra cash for Overnight shipping and it's going to get here Monday. I wonder if I can snag a refund. Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduling for my LC job is set for Tuesday and I don't even have a full Fall'07 semester schedule set. God I hope I can work out something, maybe retaking classes that I got poor grades in might be best. An attempt to boost my GPA to a point where I can take upper level courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic Computing is in the process of hiring two new student interns for the summer and upcoming semesters. Thanks to Kristi, (i love you soo much for letting me know this)  I may have the chance to become an intern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-8556435861537801965?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-till-dday-20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-4086523748178188933</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-21T12:29:53.365-06:00</atom:updated><title>i love it</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/CJx4FoRsCX/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/CJx4FoRsCX/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;very nice remix to "Cosmic Gate - Firewire"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-4086523748178188933?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-2749865766071652739</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-21T11:39:05.713-06:00</atom:updated><title>I'm Just a Kid!</title><description>woot for imeem! (signup now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/q49TA5hU9R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/q49TA5hU9R/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-2749865766071652739?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-just-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-7528831995017475198</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2007 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-18T11:02:26.307-06:00</atom:updated><title>try first and save money!</title><description>Hmm, it just occurred to me that i should wait with the Pocket PC. I should at least try using a planner or something similar. Let's see if I can utilize it and not spend three hundred and fifty dollars now, I've pretty much saved a lot of money! So taking this approach might be better. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My So-Called Plan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Use the student planner for the rest of the semester, while saving money to buy a Pocket PC. If it works, great! Maybe I don't have to spend money on it. If it doesn't I should have some money saved up for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Details:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I can do to determine whats due and so that I'm more organized with the rest of the semester, I should consider looking at the syllabus for any projects, tests and assignments that are upcoming and put them into a list format, with a short description about that assignment. If confused about a particular assignment or that I feel I'm missing something, I can always e-mail the professor about stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh boy I love it when I get good ideas! woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-7528831995017475198?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/try-first-and-save-money_18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-842304444547320745</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-17T17:15:34.007-06:00</atom:updated><title>Le Sigh.</title><description>Ohh for the love of Jebus Rice... Gosh damnit! I had such a beautiful blog post explaining my dillema with my decision to whether or not to purchase &lt;a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.asp?Item=N82E16858103004"&gt;this Pocket PC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect and long, but Blogger must have not saved it. A few minutes before my shift was almost done, I had clicked "Save As Draft" and it looked like everything was saved, but it didn't. Just when the Lab Consultant got there, somehow I just saw all mystuff disappear and it asked me to login into my Google Account.   /le sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no ambition to re-write the post, simply because I have a test at 5 PM and I need to study for it. I had studied last night, by reveiwing and highlighting stuff in the chapters yet I find myself in Radford for a whole THREE HOURS typing like a zombie in the same position. I had music though. I even said to myself that it was getting late because it was either 1 am or 2 pm, yet I still continued because I had to finish my task. Maybe I do "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperfocus"&gt;hyperfocus&lt;/a&gt;" once in a while, but still that was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all that, I'm just happy that &lt;a href="http://www.joost.com/"&gt;Joost&lt;/a&gt; finally gave me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three invites&lt;/span&gt; to their "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Development_stage#Beta"&gt;beta&lt;/a&gt;" service. I guess all that time watching it Sunday night was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quickly sum up in a nutshell of what I was trying to blog about before it got erased, I was debating whether or not &lt;a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.asp?Item=N82E16858103004"&gt;this Pocket PC&lt;/a&gt; was even worth the Three Hundred and Fifty Dollars. I had pretty much written a story about how I'am doing financially and without it I can't really state how I'm doing it. Your probably thinking to yourself that I may be having a bit of a rough time finanically, But lemme give you one word, "creditcard" (or maybe thats two words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only possible way for me to pay for this PocketPC would be to charge it on my credit card. I know, it's probably something I should try and not do, especially since I may be getting a car soon. Well hopefully, but gee golly I hope it'll go through. This summer might be a bit better with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half my shift trying to re-write this post by keeping it simple, yet I think I did a good job on writing alot. It's not exactly what I wrote before, but I'm sure you'll get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, everyday I waste by not ordering this Pocket PC, the more time I waste in keeping my life all organized. Maybe I just need to talk to someone about it, but who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-842304444547320745?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-sigh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-481297578531699906</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-16T13:24:55.575-06:00</atom:updated><title>weekend in review</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPKwzDb_lI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rs9rqYb0JYs/s1600-h/white_castles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPKwzDb_lI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rs9rqYb0JYs/s200/white_castles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054106146526985810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go into to many details on how my weekend went, but lemme remind you that It felt as if I didn't get anything accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was great. Going on our third White Castle adventure with my friends. It was great, and I even ate 15  out of the 30 sliders in my Crave Case. Like my doctor told me earlier that day, I should take one or two lactaid pills before eating anything dairy. But I think it's the cheese that my stomach dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was interesting. I had my lab shift like any other Saturday, but it felt as if I had a million of ideas and thoughts rushing into my mind. Of course I'm trying to get all this done, but in the end only a few was actually finished. I ended my shift with a feeling of disappointment, because I had accomplished little or nothing. Yes, I did take my medication that day, and I felt that it wasn't delayed. (but it was probably my "let's not do anything on a saturday" mindset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night as many of you all remember, Timmy got drunk, wasted, sloshed, hammered, or plastered.(however you define, "being intoxicated" on a night out to the bars) It was Mark's 1st's twenty-first weekend and of course being a good friend of his, I had to partake in the celebration.  A recommendation from my older brother, Travis. I were too order a drink called the, "Three Wise Men." (i thought this picture was funny and would add a bit of humor to my blog post. lol.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPLaTDb_mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7jfEPl8dfv0/s1600-h/three_wise_men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPLaTDb_mI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7jfEPl8dfv0/s320/three_wise_men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054106859491556962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not knowing what we were up against with, we decided to take the plunge.  Till that moment we ordered as much as we can, so that Mark can fulfil his life experience in being, "drunk, wasted, sloshed, hammered, or plastered." Theres alot more I could talk about Saturday night, but to keep this post, "short and simple," I'm going to end the night here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was possibly the worst day out of my weekend. I didn't take my meds,  because I didn't want that to affect the hangover. Plus it was a bit too late to have taken the pill. But aside from not really accomplishing anything, it was the hangover that did it. The one thing I wish would never happen, but has to happen in order to complete the cycle of being, "drunk, wasted, sloshed, hammered, or plastered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPMkTDb_nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4cRCJIEo30I/s1600-h/bob-ross-joy-of-painting-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPMkTDb_nI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4cRCJIEo30I/s200/bob-ross-joy-of-painting-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054108130801876594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping on the couch of my friend's apartment for quite some time, and I finally got out of that place at around 2pm. &lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;wanted me to purchase some wine for tonite, but I had refused. All I wanted to do was play World of Warcraft that evening in relaxation.  Yet I found myself watching episodes on &lt;a href="http://www.joost.com/"&gt;Joost (in beta)&lt;/a&gt;, and watching videos of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ross"&gt;Bob Ross&lt;/a&gt;'s soothing voice as he paint a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited by Sam and Brian, to go to Club XS in Green Bay. Why I decided to go, I'm still left with that question. It was a bar type of setting, which made me feel extremly uncomfortable. Yet the music was so-so. I was expecting more of a Park Central type but to my understanding, it was trashy and skanky.  Coming out of that place felt awesome, because I knew I would be at sleeping in my very own bed for the first time that weekend.  Yet, having my clothes smell like an ashtry was very discomforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, looking at what I wrote above, I seem to have written alot, along with my addiction of adding "commas" everywhere.  I probably have enough to write a whole chapter of my year in review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-481297578531699906?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-in-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RiPKwzDb_lI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rs9rqYb0JYs/s72-c/white_castles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-2950655583026591114</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-14T16:22:28.597-06:00</atom:updated><title>accomplishment?</title><description>hmmm, let's see. I never really thought about putting up a blog post this afternoon, but I did write up something in wordpad. It's pretty much a "what if" story. A What if I had a car for the summer type of story. Here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing that my lease for my apartment starts in June with my friends, I kinda wanna plan on being there most of the summer. I'm paying for it, so why should I not live there for the majority of the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The idea of getting a car came to me, but i dont know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i had a car, I would most definatly be at home on the weekends (drive home friday night.. work 3rd shift friday night, and saturday night, sleep sunday morning and half of the afternoon, and leave sheboygan by 3pm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the weekdays, I would (hopefully) have a job in Oshkosh. I could do the computer labs, but would that be enough? I highly doubt I would be a student intern with Academic Computing, though I wish I would have known they did a series of interviews sometime last semester. Damn Academic Computing and their lack of communication within the Help Desk. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not complete, due to multi-tasking. Seriously i had like 10 different thoughts running through my mind as I was working and trying to go through them all. I feel that I didnt get as much done as I wanted to at work. =( The one thing I did get to do was purchase a new ringtone, but I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wished i could have looked for some PDAs or PocketPCs though. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-2950655583026591114?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/accomplishment_14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-4184234337095779801</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T13:35:50.964-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lather Me Up!</title><description>Alright, today marks the day of my first Aderrall pill and everybody's worst day, Friday the 13th. I can't really say much about being on the pill, (only because it hasn't impacted anything yet) but I noticed a slight change in myself at work and during my lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, all these questions about my perscription and my other health situation came to me. Like always, the best way to not forget these questions, would be to write them down on a sheet of paper and stick it in my pocket so that I can refer to it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lecture, I took more notes than usual. I don't know if it's because of these meds, but It&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh_biDDb_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g56bwfcz-_M/s1600-h/100+Bill+in+Perscription+Bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh_biDDb_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g56bwfcz-_M/s200/100+Bill+in+Perscription+Bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052998684914744898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; could be. But I definately felt more focused and actually wanting to speak with the professor after class, in which he gave me more information that I vaguely remember about ADHD and the medication I'm on, including a few tips/suggestions for the upcoming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Health Center for the third time this week, but for a different issue that was on my mind. wheather or not the "belly-rash" on my stomach is because lactose intollerant to certan dairy products. From what the doctor said, the "belly-rash" is completely different. ( /sigh) For the next two weeks, I get to lather up my belly with a special shampoo! Different I suppose, but thats the doctor's orders. On top of that, "cheese" is my body's worst nightmare. But that can be helped, yay! For times where I'm going to be eating any dairy products, I need to consume 1-2 Lactaid pills before I consume these dairy products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ehh, I think I learned more about myself this week than any other week this year. Which is all good, because I'm getting some form of treatment. =) But I still think i need some way of organizing my life. I just hope that I can find a really nice PocketPC or PDA to suit my needs. The only downfall to having a gadget like this, is that its quite expensive. But I know that it'll be for the best of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-4184234337095779801?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/lather-me-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh_biDDb_kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g56bwfcz-_M/s72-c/100+Bill+in+Perscription+Bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-6599680617021870747</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-12T10:04:01.466-06:00</atom:updated><title>wow'zers</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh5QfTDb_jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGRHskwTHkI/s1600-h/300_ipaq_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh5QfTDb_jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGRHskwTHkI/s200/300_ipaq_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052564330577133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It came to me at five in the morning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (for the record, I was working a 1am-5am shift.. just because I felt like it)&lt;/span&gt;  that I had a doctor's appointment scheduled during my newscast. (in which, I was the announcer, not the writer) Boy o Boy, how the hell did this happen? The only answer I can probably come up with is the lack of a organization tool. (PDA/Palm/Pocket PC, student planner, or a calendar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the professor sympathized and allowed me to not do the broadcasting of the newscast. He insisted that this doctor's appointment will be for the best of me. (which, God I hope  will be the best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the professor gave us another assignment that's due from now and until the last day of classes.  So now I have three or four? assignments to do by the last day of classes. (final exam, televsion package, radio package, and this interview assignment)  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-6599680617021870747?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/wowzers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh5QfTDb_jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YGRHskwTHkI/s72-c/300_ipaq_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-6403172705891679564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2007 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-12T03:40:51.423-06:00</atom:updated><title>no more b/w for me</title><description>alright I've decided that the black and white layout for my blog has to go. Buh-bye to "emo-timmy."  Now only if I can find a decent picture of myself in color for the blog.  (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Blogger had the font, "Century Gothic" because I would soo totally use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arial is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Courier is crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Georgia is crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lucid&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a Grande &lt;/span&gt;is crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Times is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Webdings is worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trebuchet is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Trebuchet is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(smaller is a bit better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Verdana is alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Verdana is alright. (smaller is a bit better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what would u perfer? &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Trebuchet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Verdana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-6403172705891679564?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-more-bw-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-7080431835630147319</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-10T14:42:35.039-06:00</atom:updated><title>medications</title><description>9:40am - arrival at the Health Center&lt;br /&gt;10:00am - finished the 2 questionnaires that dealt with my appointment&lt;br /&gt;10:10am - finally got called by a nurse to be placed in a room&lt;br /&gt;*-_-* sat in room for a good 30-40 minutes minding my own business, waiting for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Things I did to accompany myself were: Rustling with the paper sheets with my feet and produced a sound that synchronized with the movement of my feet, WHILE staring at a frog with wings.&lt;br /&gt;10:45am - doctor Swanson finally came in.  (gee golly i was bored out of my mind, somehow I wondered if there was a camera watching my every movement. But i knew there wasn't. Still it would have been funny to recap those 30-40 minutes of sheer boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the doctor had not discussed the situation with Kim, the counselor. Yikes, one would of thought that a week and a few days would have been enough time to talk about over the phone for a brief amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medications will be the treatment, yet it's not as cheap as you may think it is. Adderal XR (12 hour) costs $150 per month, without insurance and $20-$30 per month with insurance.  If no insurance fits the policy (God I hope I get insurance) then there is the "generic" brands. By Generic I mean, talking more than one pill a day, which can be god-awful hard for people with ADHD, like myself. It's cheaper in the long run but gosh, lets pray that I don't have to take that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so called, "next appointment" has be scheduled for Thursday at 3:30pm. But something tells me that I'm going tommrrow some time. The doctor even sayd that I should/try to schedule and appointment for tommrrow, but there were no openings due to Dr. Swanson being on "walk-in" duty for most of the day.  I think I'm going to go during those time and rather than the scheduled appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that the medication that I will (as the doctor says) get, will help me out with alot of things going on in my life. Especially my academics. The end of the semester (finals week) is gonna come by so fast and I hope I'm prepared.  Perhaps I need to purchase a PDA/Palm Pilot to better organize my things to do, and my schedule. Only thing is, what brand, and how much I'm willing to fork over for this investment. I guess that will be determined later. Fo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-7080431835630147319?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/medications.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-1454406668467045794</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-12T01:13:27.535-06:00</atom:updated><title>blah blah blah blah.......</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;instead of writing up a whole blog post lets just list some ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor's appointment this tuesday for my adhd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; glasses broke (possible eye doctor appointment for new lenses &amp; freme  and/or contacts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my lack of completing my newscast, proffessor talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  ugh i dont know... soo much crap going on, maybe sometime today I'll finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh3cBzDb_iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ru5uezQGhUg/s1600-h/homer,scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh3cBzDb_iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ru5uezQGhUg/s200/homer,scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052436280422170146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;should of used to express her confusion and stress. But I'm sure we all can relate to Homer in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Cheers for Homer Simpson! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-1454406668467045794?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/blah-blah-blah-blah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rh3cBzDb_iI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ru5uezQGhUg/s72-c/homer,scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-380113399546795695</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-06T09:00:25.015-06:00</atom:updated><title>snowflake</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZgAcSNW7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xqQ_6Aijij4/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZgAcSNW7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xqQ_6Aijij4/s200/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050329592851422130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to start about last nite, but seeing Snow Patrol live (along with Silversun Pickups and OKGO) at the rave was an unusual experience for me. It was great going with friends but the 2 opening acts whom I had no idea who they were when they played kinda sucked. Guys screaming into the mics is something I don't enjoy to much.  I think I was moreintrigued by the ceiling during the two opening acts. There were songs from OKGO that Mark enjoyed, ones that involved alot of energy, which i did with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the songs, Snow Patrol played that night but Chasing Cars was the only one I knew well enough to actually know the lyrics. Any other song was like, "bop my head up and down, the occasional jump and be hyper, and the common "put your hands up in the air". For the record, I did not sing, I screamed more than I sing. I doregret screaming though, but  what the hell, it was fun. Maybe next I might wanna go to &lt;a href="http://www.visionnightclub.com/"&gt;Club Vision &lt;/a&gt;with Mark and Angie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZgKsSNW8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/HDULRzVEQ-g/s1600-h/n2260751972_33490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZgKsSNW8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/HDULRzVEQ-g/s200/n2260751972_33490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050329768945081282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Driving to the concert was more fun than driving home. You have ALOT more energy and enthusiasm when your on route to the concert. Driving home sucked. Everyone had an iPod but me, so I was by myself and the road. It was tough, but two cans of Monster Energy pulled me through it. At first I didnt have the radio on because it was set to only play in the back, and when I did turn on the radio, Nate and Sara would complain how loud it was. I tried to adjust the settings but I didnt know how. Eric was half asleep and I didn't wanna wake him. I hate to say it, but once or twice (i dont remember) i did drift to the right, but thank god Sara mentioned something. (geez, tired timmy with 3 hours of sleep the night before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZcJMSNW6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MXZZbXDvx38/s1600-h/15066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZcJMSNW6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MXZZbXDvx38/s200/15066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050325345128766370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home was Looonnnggg..... but we survived. we got back in Oshkosh around 2am and I think everyone went straight to bed. All I hope is that Eric gets enough sleep so that he can make his 11:30 class today.  Driving in pitch darkness really sucks. It's almost has if you were driving into space or whatever. It felt weird, but again we made it.  One of the converstations me and Eric were talking was about the arena system in WoW. Something i might persue because getting a Karazhan invite for one night out of the whole week is getting depressing, especially when I do signup and I don't get an invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only if the picture to the right would be a gnome.  Gladiator Gear FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-380113399546795695?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/snowflake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhZgAcSNW7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/xqQ_6Aijij4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-3982315195413970296</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-05T13:54:05.440-06:00</atom:updated><title>Im a fish out of water</title><description>ohh boy do I ever feel like I'm gonna cry right now. I dont know why, but I'm soo confused, as if I'm a fish who is out of it's fishbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a project in class to write the news at 4pm on WRST and I'm lost. I "think" i have articles that are newsworthy for the four o'clock news but its almost seems like I'm copying straight from them. Why? I have no clue. Almost seems like I'm afraid of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're required to put in "sound-bytes" into the articles, and I have no idea where to start. I do kinda know how to use the "getner(sp?)" (the thing u record telephone conversations with) Perhaps I'm just worried about calling the person and getting denied of a quote, thus leaving my article incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I suppose to reserve the editing room ahead of time so that I can get these quotes? Ugh, probably so. Only wish i had a partner, especially if this is the first time I've been exposed to a situation like this (in a broadcast news setting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like they always say, "Two heads are better than one."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhVTncSNW2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZVgnzba6oGI/s1600-h/83heads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhVTncSNW2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZVgnzba6oGI/s200/83heads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050034494238448482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-3982315195413970296?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-fish-out-of-water.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhVTncSNW2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZVgnzba6oGI/s72-c/83heads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-8526897352294334333</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-04T11:14:42.623-06:00</atom:updated><title>how are you? i guess i'm alright.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Someone asks you, "how are you?" What's your usual response? Some say excellent or very bad, but most say alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda wondered why I would lie about this simple question. At times I may be doing horrible or too damn tired to answer the question. But that's still not good enough, at least I can hope. I rarely say, "I'm doing great! Thanks for Asking." but then again I'm I worried about the follow-up questions? Which is why I tend to say, "idk", short for "I dont know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPWJMSNWyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2SsnWAOub7Q/s1600-h/toxic+meds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPWJMSNWyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2SsnWAOub7Q/s200/toxic+meds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049615060617222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Theres six weeks left in this semester and I need to end it strong. During my meeting with my counselor, we have concluded that I speak to Dr. Swanson in the health center about the possibility for medication. The thing I hope for is that the meds will do something. I know it's not an instant fix, it's gonna take more time. :(  All I know is that it could be information leading to the decision for meds, which this week will determine. In group today, the topic for discussion is "Medications" and I'm very eager to listen in on the group's experiences with meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today, I'll be more comfortable talking and ask questions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home from class this morning for lunch and all these fascinating ideas popped in my head. (strange how you can get weird ideas just by walking or taking a shower isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To comment on the girl who complained how cold it was when she stepped outside, maybe you should consider a warmer jacket and pants that reached your feet. Having shoes instead of "flip-flops" would also help too. Complaining about that it's cold is pointless. You live in Wisconsin, suck it up. Homeless people are better at surviving in the cold than this girl. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPZ2MSNWzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b-qos60wYvA/s1600-h/winter_man_bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPZ2MSNWzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/b-qos60wYvA/s400/winter_man_bench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049619132246219570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just approaching my warm house, it just came to me how people use the "side entrance" of their house more than the "front entrance." I never figured out why, but just seems strange. Back at home, we use the back entrance more than the front. Reason why? I have no clue. It seems like the front door is used most for checking mail, greeting welcomed guests, Jehovah's Witnesses, door to door salespeople, girl/boy scouts selling crap that you don't need and the usual pervert that you meet online.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPbicSNW0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/k7fQFPKZ4Io/s1600-h/Door.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPbicSNW0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/k7fQFPKZ4Io/s320/Door.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049620991967058754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;(no u may not come in!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ehh, I was gonna talk about how people seem to take shortcuts when walking. Especially on campus when it snows and you can visibly see the shortcuts people take? (i wished i had a camera to take a picture of this, which is another reason, "Why I want a Digital Camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-8526897352294334333?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-are-you-i-guess-im-alright.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RhPWJMSNWyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2SsnWAOub7Q/s72-c/toxic+meds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-2106281614335366918</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-31T13:21:13.133-06:00</atom:updated><title>chipped tooth</title><description>You all see me as a very smiling type of a guy. But what you don't see when I smile is my teeth. I don't know how it has come to this, but I've got bad teeth. Not to a point where its completely gross, but enough to make multiple visits to the denist, feel like hell. It's probably the soda thats doing it to me. There's nothing else that could possibly cause it. My teeth arent perfect. I try to brush my teeth every night, but theres always that sudden urge to hit the sack asap and sleep.  I don't think its laziness that is making me not brush my teeth, because every so often I will and when I do, I'm damn proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangly enough, how I chipped my tooth was from eating a slice of pizza that me, Nate, Mark and &lt;a href="http://zugy343.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan &lt;/a&gt;had last nite. Ordering pizza was one of the things that we did last nite, but playing Perfect Dark was even better.  :)  The amount of lag the N64 took, nearly destroyed the excitement. But it was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8th is the date Mark finally turns twenty-one! (hooray!) Now my main concern to this is, attempt to throw a party for him, go bar-hopping with him that weekend or the next weekend, or do something I've yet done myself nor has he, go to &lt;a href="http://www.visionnightclub.com/"&gt;Club Vision in Chicago&lt;/a&gt; for a night of good music and drinks. ;) I'd imagine that its a 21 and older type of club, but I've yet to find out if it is. I suppose a telephone call to the club would be something I should do sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I don't have to do my radio show at 2am this time! It's going to be broadcasted on WRST 90.3 FM at 12am to 2am! I'm pumped! I've found some tracks on &lt;a href="http://www.beatport.com"&gt;Beatport &lt;/a&gt;that I plan on playing on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I think I'm gonna waste some time and watch a few episodes of Stargate Atlantis! (season 2 bitches! ;P ) Yet I bet they are either finished with Season 3 or close to completion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-2106281614335366918?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/chipped-tooth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-1189325372424988398</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-29T08:48:12.235-06:00</atom:updated><title>hyperfocusdrive</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgvQOGaIl6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyA3g2Cp5c4/s1600-h/adhd-18223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgvQOGaIl6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyA3g2Cp5c4/s200/adhd-18223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047356748055746466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think yesterday has been my worse day ever. I was to schedule for classes that day, but I had no idea what to take. I had gone to a ADHD support group which helped me relate myself to people who have ADHD.  Sometimes I wish I could just take a drug that would allow me to focus and concentrate to things that matter most to me, that being my academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During group yesterday, it made me realize how my brain actually drives like a motor. I never thought about it before because I never really knew how it felt to have a motor-driven mind. In fact I do drink a lot of caffeine, specifically mountain dew and energy drinks.    This caffeine seems to serve as my fuel so that I can do my day to day things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In group we talked about this thing called, "Hyperfocus." &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyperfocus describes an intense form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind" title="Mind"&gt;mental&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attention" title="Attention"&gt;concentration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or visualization that focuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consciousness" title="Consciousness"&gt;consciousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on a narrow subject, or beyond objective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality" title="Reality"&gt;reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and onto subjective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_planes" title="Mental planes"&gt;mental planes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daydream" title="Daydream"&gt;daydreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concepts" title="Concepts"&gt;concepts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiction" title="Fiction"&gt;fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imagination" title="Imagination"&gt;imagination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Object_of_the_mind" title="Object of the mind"&gt;objects of the mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a few instances of where we can have hyperfocus. For me it almost seems to occur to me when I'm playing World of Warcraft. But maybe thats just the nature of the game, that you play endlessly without evening knowing it.  Maybe pending 7 hours to complete a paper and not realizing that you spend that 7 hours is another example of hyperfocus. But I don't think I have experienced 7 hours of studying or writing a paper. When something is due, I  seem to wanna compete with my friends. For example, my friends seems to always get their homework done at the last minute and end up receiving a good grade,  I try this and end up getting a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to be fully diagnosed with ADHD, which nowadays I feel that this is a major concern in my life right now. Failing my academics is one of my worst fears, because I know I can do it, I just seem to struggle with it. (/cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with me yapping I need to finish my list before I head to work in about an hour. I just wanna thank the people who I talked to on the phone or AIM  last night. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-1189325372424988398?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/hyperfocusdrive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgvQOGaIl6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyA3g2Cp5c4/s72-c/adhd-18223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-2117837652478448396</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-28T07:33:34.013-06:00</atom:updated><title>/sigh</title><description>oh my gosh... I schedule for classes tomorrow yet I don't know what to take!!!! )= It's getting late again, and all I hope for is that I wake up to my desirable wake up time. I do not want to be late again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update* I woke up to my desirable time but I still feel tired. :| It was about 12:30am when I went to sleep and woke up at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news to my night is that I acquired a nice necklace for my little gnome mage! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b class="q4"&gt;Brooch of Unquenchable Fury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Binds when picked up&lt;br /&gt;Neck&lt;br /&gt;+21 Stamina&lt;br /&gt;+19 Intellect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" class="q2" &gt;Equip: Improves spell hit rating by 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="q2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Equip: Increases damage and healing done by magical spells and effects by up to 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; Dropped by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowhead.com/?npc=15687" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Moroes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We also did a few attempts on the Big Bad Wolf, otherwise known as the Opera Event. Whats so fun with this fight is that at random you get to be Little Red Riding Hood with a speed increase and you run away from the nasty wolf. You get no armor which makes it easier to die. I've successfully kited the wolf once and then I died shortly after. )= It'll be an interesting fight, but I know our team can do it. We last got it to 5%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-2117837652478448396?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-5233277036290492809</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2007 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-27T13:44:57.895-06:00</atom:updated><title>Reanimation</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Again I didn't wake up early enough for class. I was a bit late, but the professor didnt seem to care. In fact, I got more sleep than the night before, yet I was still extremely tired. I walked to class like a zombie without realizing that Sam passed by on his moped and honked. Yet it took me a considerable amount of time to realize he had passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read the poem from my previous post it was something my counselor gave me yesterday which put into perspective to why I changed my status (on Facebook) to what it said. From the poem I  figured out that I was in Chapter III. The counselor recommended that I attend a support group held on campus for my ADHD, which I plan to attend tomorrow.  Let's just hope that the group can help out with my current academic struggles. I'm sure it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RglviIT31xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3CWJ7xMx8uY/s1600-h/687px-Linkin_park_reanimation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RglviIT31xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3CWJ7xMx8uY/s200/687px-Linkin_park_reanimation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046687489582421778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this has nothing to do with my current blog post except for the title. But lemme tell you that I found a ripped copy of Reanimation on my laptop. I bet any money I can't find the CD. I enjoyed this album very much and I bet many of you will agree  or disagree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also needed a picture for my post, so I figured why not use the album cover for the music I'm listening to. Also having no camera really blows cause I can't take pictures of my surrounding and random crap that is picture worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-5233277036290492809?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/reanimate-my-lyfe-plz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RglviIT31xI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3CWJ7xMx8uY/s72-c/687px-Linkin_park_reanimation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-5068409905898171286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-26T15:30:46.384-06:00</atom:updated><title>a poem</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rgg5_oT31vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mxa1PWlSscU/s1600-h/status.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rgg5_oT31vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mxa1PWlSscU/s400/status.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046347147783952114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I                    walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;                 There is a deep hole in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;                 I fall in.&lt;br /&gt;                 I am lost ... I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;                 It isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;                 It takes me forever to find a way out.&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I                    walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;                 There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;                 I pretend I don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;                 I fall in again.&lt;br /&gt;                 I can't believe I am in the same place&lt;br /&gt;                 but, it isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;                 It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I                    walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;                 There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;                 I see it is there.&lt;br /&gt;                 I still fall in ... it's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;                 my eyes are open&lt;br /&gt;                 I know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;                 It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;                 I get out immediately.&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I                    walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;                 There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;                 I walk around it.&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I                    walk down another street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;AUTOBIOGRAPHY                    IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Portia Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;b&gt;                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;                  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-5068409905898171286?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/Rgg5_oT31vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mxa1PWlSscU/s72-c/status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466560943883059686.post-3828367073734924521</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-26T09:02:43.816-06:00</atom:updated><title>Dimension: WOW</title><description>Geez it almost feels like I've been in another dimension. It's just been too different. I haven't updated my blog as much as I wanted to last week and I've noticed that I've been playing way too much WoW. I guess it shows that playing world of warcraft puts you into a different dimension other than the real life. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that when I play the WoW, it puts the stresses of RL off to the side and allows me to focus on my second life, "Zaurak - 70 Gnome Mage" (although I wish &lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://fourtyblocks.blogspot.com"&gt;Nate &lt;/a&gt;would transfer to Eldre'Thalas, but they think PvP is the way to go) But I find that I've been playing way to much. Enough to make me play all night and not wake up at my desirable time. I just hope that my WoW addiction doesn't allow me to forget any bills that I have to pay, which may have an impact on me financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Oshkosh, I was reading the sunday's newspaper and found some interesting things. Hasbro has annouced that it is relasing a 20-minute verison of it's popular real-estate game, "Monopoly."  How the heck can u play a 20 minute monopoly game? From what I remember the best part to playing monopoly was seeing your empire grow and to enhance your business skills. But 20 minutes? The article mentioned that "Monoply Express" allows players to roll the dice, collect properties, earn points and roll for houses and hotels. Bankers will be disappointed, because no money is involved in this version of the game.  I honestly don't see how this can be a sell for Monopoly. I'd rather play "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlers_of_Catan"&gt;Settlers&lt;/a&gt;" than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="igCap"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgffXYT31rI/AAAAAAAAADo/fWW7Gku6Al4/s1600-h/express_monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgffXYT31rI/AAAAAAAAADo/fWW7Gku6Al4/s320/express_monopoly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046247500247717554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monopoly Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;$12.99, ages 8 and up, 2 to 4 players, scheduled to be available in July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Designed to be played in 20 minutes, Monopoly Express also promises the feel of the original Monopoly game. A press release from Hasbro described the game this way: "Roll the dice to collect the most property. Complete the groups to earn big points, then roll for houses or a hotel. But don't be too greedy or you might go to jail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It looks like there are at least four different kinds of dice, and there are 11 dice visible in this photo. There's also a score pad, some houses, and the game's travel case. The text on the case reads, "Roll the dice to collect the most property."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've also read an interesting horoscope, which I do hope comes true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't fret if you haven't been in much of an interesting romantic cycle lately, because Dan Cupid is likely to begin making  up for lost time. You may start to see the first signs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now isn't that an interesting horoscope. That's staying in my wallet for a bit. ;) Anyways, I'm feeling good now that I blogged (thanks &lt;a href="http://getoffmebloominshipmate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/466560943883059686-3828367073734924521?l=timiswaiting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://timiswaiting.blogspot.com/2007/03/dimension-wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Tim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0sNmIdxD4Uw/RgffXYT31rI/AAAAAAAAADo/fWW7Gku6Al4/s72-c/express_monopoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>