Old age

I found this on slashdot and I thought it might do good reading it.

You know what? (Score:5, Insightful)
by SteweyGriffin (634046) on Saturday December 14, @04:05PM (#4888479)
I plan on living a long, healthy life.

This suit won’t apply to me personally. Some people, yes. But those
people are the same folks who eat fast-food once or twice a day, never
exercise, don’t have any spiritual beliefs or practices.

Jack La Lanne is nearly 100 years old, yet he looks 65 and still works
out every day. I was born in the 1970s, and I plan on living well into
my 120s and 130s. I’m not kidding.

– Eat healthy food. Pretend you’re a car. Would you put sugar into your
gas tank? Of course not. So don’t eat junk food either.
– Exercise. It keeps your mind clean and your body healthy.
– Listen to music. It soothes the soul. Playing music is even better.
– Smile a lot. Be happy. Happy people live longer. They like being
– Have sex/masturbate frequently. The chemicals released during sexual
activity make you feel better and aid normal day-to-day activities.
– Don’t smoke.
– Don’t drink.
– Have beliefs. There has to be some spiritual basis in your mind. You
don’t have to be Catholic or anything, but that doesn’t mean you can’t
do yoga or pray to some higher power.

Quit your Coca-Cola + Frito Lay + Computer habit that dominates many of
your lives. I eat pears, apple slices with peanut butter, celery &
peanut butter, raisins, nuts, cereal, etc. while at the computer. Most
of you probably don’t. Ditch those M&Ms for some healthy trail mix!

Oh God, and please smile too! Life isn’t that rough. It’ll be better if
you take things as they come. Just ENJOY being alive! Life is
interesting if nothing else.

And keep games to moderation. This includes Slashdot. Too much of any
one thing is bad. Life your life in moderation. Sleep well!

Good things will come, and you and I will still be roaming these hills
for 100+ years to come!


I had just found a new on campus apartment. Well it was a room in a frat(?) or something… It was a building but it wasn’t that big. They had a room they would rent out for meetings and we’d serve food and drink. Some one moved out so there was a free bed. A lot nicer then my room in mimosa. I had most of stuff there already. My room mate wasn’t around yet. I had moved in but could I stay? I went to the president’s(?) room and talked with him. He said come back when they had their orientation for new arrivals. My case was special I told him. He suggested to go talk with resident’s life. I should try “strongly admiring” the former resident so I could get permanent residence there. (?) I went toward the main living area and a guy and a girl came out looking for a bed and some how got mine. I told them not to make a mess. The girl asked if I was gay, I said no, she said I could join them in a “K”. What? She just repeated her self. I said it was okay and that I had a girlfriend and left.

I was walking bye the student center, it was the Rowan campus but it looked like the area by Stuyvesant high school with the water at near highway 322. Except everything was taller then it should have been. Three people (2 guys and a girl) in some strange green velvet jumpsuit (kinda like the Microsoft butterfly but no wings) walked by and stopped at the corner. It was behind a fence (a small one – I was behind it too) on the grass. They looked up, I looked up, the top of the building exploded and streams of smoke and fire went everywhere. The 3 spray painted some logo on the building and walked off leaving people screaming everywhere. The air smelled of mustard gas. Or how I think mustard gas would smell, sorta like pepper spray. I started running.

I had my friend Michelle with me. Or was it her? Thats what I called her but it didn’t look like her. I told her not to breath but it was a little late. We had to run I had a gas mask at Mimosa even though I had mostly moved into my new place. We were passing people who had passed out standing up. Keep running.

Mimosa has gas masks in the floor. Every 3rd vent has a mask in it. People were swarming all over, running this way and that. I made my way past them, found a vent, took out the mask. Michelle had fallen asleep against the wall. “WAKE UP!” I yelled “you can’t go to sleep”. I put the mask on her and went toward the lobby. “It’s Brazilian — virus” some one said, “move or loose your vitamins”. That didn’t make any sense. I figured the phones were swamped I wondered if my mother was on line – she’d know how to hinder the infection.


Another Dream

Those who know me well know that I have trouble dreaming. Everybody dreams every night regardless weather or not
they remember them. I… sorta do. I have both central and obstructive sleeping disorder. What does that mean? I
wake up while I sleep because my diaphragm forgets to breathe and when I lay down breathing becomes harder. I
don’t become fully awake but enough to disrupt my REM sleep, the dream sleep. So the fact that I’ve had strong
coherent dreams the past few nights comes as a surprise to me. I’m
not sure what to make of this last one. I should have written it down like I did the first night but I didn’t
think of it. It had something to do with my teeth falling out. Three or four of them. One of them was a k-nine
and it looked weird. But I had to hold them in my mouth so they would reattach but they kept falling out. It was

The first dream I think was partially inspired by the music video “Prayer” by Disturbed. Its got
parts of … It looks like the area around canal street in Manhattan with rubble around the streets and
occasionally during the chorus the sky fills with fire and it passes through the singer and the streets. Its
actually pretty biblical I think. The rubble comes from the buildings crumbling around the singer. Something to
do with Jericho I think.. I haven’t been up on my bible stories. But either way watching that a few times before
bed had to have had some influence.

I also ran my previous post through Aspell (a spell checker) and fixed a
few errors in it. I had just woken up when I wrote it.

I need to start sleeping normal hours.



Francis is moon walking (like a spaz)
down the corridor at the present moment, so I’m writing his update for
him (I’m Stef btw.) He stayed up all last night working on a Power Point
Presentation for Cassie, and got absolutely no sleep (it didn’t help
that he left my house later than he probably should have). This meant
that when he came to visit me, he slept. For about 4 hours. Things went
well once he came to, until Amanda (my little sister) came running into
the room, holding her arm, screaming in agony. Apparently some rough
housing went on in my living room and one of her moron friends jumped on
her and fuked up her arm. She’s now sitting in a hospital with my mother
(who isn’t in the best health at the present moment) waiting to have
x-rays taken. My mother’s friend stopped by and looked at Fran and said
“It’s a Caragliano crisis”, thus the title of this update. My nerves are
shot from the events of the day, but slowly recovering. Franny actually
handled the situation quite well. I need to say thank you to his mom,
Karen, for offering up some good medical advice (for those of you who
haven’t met Fran’s mommy, she’s a wonderful lady.) So, thank you Karen.
Hopefully, all will go well at the hospital. I’m sure there will be
another update soon. Sorry I had nothing to write about the site, but
who the hell reads this anyway?

All my best,


DA CRISIS (Part 2)

9:35 PM Well, Mandy’s home from the hospital. She has a broken
collarbone. She’s a trooper. Her arm is in a sling and she has some ice
on it. She’ll be at the doctor tomorrow to find out just how long it’ll
take to heal. Mom is on the way home with some medicine. (sigh) it’s
been quite a day…



World Regional Geography

I just spent 18 hours finishing my world regional geography report. Its now 6:50am. I’ve got 2 thing to say.

1) You can view the decrepit Microsoft word web page version here but I highly recommend you go and use Microsoft word
and download the actual report here. This is only if you
want to know everything about Poland or like reading my reports so you can find my mistakes and make fun of

2) Professor Hasse your a nice guy but fuck you. I never want to take your class again.
(Fuck me too – I’m the
dumb-ass who didn’t do his work earlier – I’m fare we both get insulted. But seriously you don’t want to know
that much about Poland. Its a cool country but see a movie about it or something don’t read my report. Just give
it a b+ and move on with it. We both have things to do.)

God dammit I’m too tired to even make a witty post. (shut up – don’t say it – its not even funny)

Francis <-- sleeping

Holy shit its back.

I just took a look at that date and cringed. Its almost Christmas and I
haven’t gone shopping yet. I thought I’d have at least a week to take
care of things. Things sneak up on you I guess.

There has been so much I’ve wanted to write here since the site went
down. Which is entirely my fault. But it could have been back up 2 days
ago if I had just restarted apache. It took my friend Jason turning the
dam thing off (by accident? who knows) and then my turning it back on
for apache to restart and the changes to take affect.

I’m finally home again. I don’t have much to say about that yet being
that I’ve only been home a number of hours. I don’t have much space to
move into – I never thought I’d have more space sharing a dorm room then
I would at home but its true. My brother is like the room mate from
hell. We need to work on things. But he’s my brother and I’d rather have
him as my room mate then my actual room mate any day. I’ll save this rant
for later.

Since my last post I have long since finished Preacher. It was a dam good series.

I’ll be
updating more frequently nowadays, now that everything works again. Its late now though,
so I’m out of here. For everyone who’s up this late, sleep tight when you do, and for
everyone who’s asleep, pleasant dreams until you wake.