I wasn't going to turn this in for Assignment #3 in IS488 IT Project Management...

Nick Turner
IS488
11/19/2005
Assignment #3

”A day in the life of a project manager”

I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting; try to kill it all away but I remember everything. What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear my crown of thorns, on my liar's chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stain of time, the feeling disappears. You are someone else, I am still right here. What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself I would find a way.
I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting; try to kill it all away but I remember everything. What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear my crown of thorns, on my liar's chair. Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair. Beneath the stain of time, the feeling disappears. You are someone else, I am still right here. What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself I would find a way.

this makes PERFECT sense...

Imagine this:

Close your eyes………………

Oh wait, umm………………

Ok, here print this out, and give it to your mom/school teacher and have her/school teacher read it out loud to you/school teacher. Ok now….

There is this skinny guy, and a fat guy sitting down at a bench. The skinny guy is named Hester, and the fat guy is named Blester. Now on many occasions they come to this park to sit on the bench and think about life. Well, on this such occasion there appeared to be a black box sitting between them. Now Hester, being the fat slob that he is picks it up and thinks food is inside, but poor skinny Blester is afraid it’s a bomb. So up comes a policeman, and he figures he is qualified to fix the situation. The policeman is quite the ladies man, and he looks at fat old Blester and he says, “Look son, this isn’t the first black box I have seen, you better let me handle this.” So the skinny cop picks up the black box, and the ladies man Hester snaps. Fearing for his own life and tackles the fat cop. So ladies man Blester pulls out his shotgun, points it in the air, and fires it to attain order. Yet the gunshot magically does nothing but blow up the black box, shattering it and it’s contents into pieces.

“For every box in life, is contained a message, never let the message get a hold of you, for thou art the key to protecting thine future, and future’s future!” – Jesus Christ

I didn't start writing this book many years ago...

Butter Cookies

I - As it was meant to have happened

I suppose you can refer to me as Dante. My story doesn’t really have a beginning nor does it have an end. I can start telling you my story from many different points, but in the end it will only start from one specific place, and conclude in another. This is going to roughly be about a love affair with a girl, so don’t get your hopes up. The girl’s name is Pandora. There will be many different characters coming and going, but fear not the names of the individuals involved have been changed to protect the innocent. So I might as well get started.
Retail is a scary thing, indeed. Having become a slave to it for so many years I have realized this on more then one occasion. Some people are built for more then a mindless occupation where one acts as a robot for a good amount of their day. Constantly repeating the same actions, the only differences are incredibly small and few. This is the setting at which our major characters physically met for the first time, initially the awareness of the other being came through the Internet. Sadly enough this is the god honest truth, and now that the truth has come forth; let’s meet our characters.
Our hero I would like to say is your average mid teenage male at the moment of intersection, and maybe that is the best way to describe him. Not into average sports, non-alcoholic drugs, or violence, yet however competitive, has an “addictive” personality, and vindictive in theory. What the boy is “down” with is comic books, a select few bands, and certain awkwardly genius comedic fun-time television shows. So getting back to the initial idea of this boy being average, when you sum up the populace of mid teenage white males in the United States and try to figure out what amalgam this mixture would make, if you are truly being honest the character in question comes close to representing such an idea. His uniqueness lies in the specifics of his interest, and at this point in his life the TV/movie part of his likes was at an all time high. Also the intent in meeting someone who shared this same lifestyle became and issue of great importance.
This is where Pandora comes into play, for she is relatively the girl equivalent of Dante. Especially in terms of the interests that has peaked at this point in the present. Using the Internet, a person such as Pandora, could create a little profile about himself or herself listing their interests. Through this means is how Dante located his yin. After several conversations it was apparent that these people were of the same age, lived in the same city, and had a connection through mutual friends who attended Pandora’s school of the arts.
There are apparently two major sides to the human brain, and certain individuals embody a certain part more then the other. What it really breaks down to is whether you are gifted, in a majority, artistically and/or scientifically. For Dante the confidence was in the logic based part of his world, and even though there was a great love for the alternate, when choosing a career the latter had to be the goal. In Pandora’s circumstance the opposite of this was true, which initially led to conflict in terms of the plans to achieve such an implausible future.

I didn't write this article three years ago...

1990 SA-014 Magical Mathematics
Now I know what you’re thinking, because the first time I saw this title my mind started to conjure up wonderful thoughts of a harrypottresque (har-E-pot-resk) college course of whimsy and logic. How far from the truth could I have been? Pretty freaking far, for this “game” is really kind of anything but fun.

Noticing the date of the release I started to question as to whether Sachen could have been some sort of remote pioneer in the educational software market. Not a chance my friend, I mean there was even a game on the Atari 2600 called Basic Math. Not something I would really call entertaining on any level or even anywhere near as advanced as Magical Mathematics is; however if you were a horrible parent in the early 80/90’s and obsessed over your kids learning instead of having fun at home; these were the games for you.

So the game does try to spice up the premise, and gives you such selections as integral, fraction, equation with one unknown, compound exercise, and mathematic blocks. Now I have no idea what Thin Chen Enterprises goal was with this game; for it is not a cute educational game that helps you learn math. No matter what option you choose the game usually tends to shoot you into this horrendous array of apparently random equations that are not meant to be done without the use of scratch paper or a calculator. Cheating is made even more retarded given the fact that there is absolutely no reward for doing well; it’s like masturbation without the orgasm.

The mathematic blocks section of the game is actually the only part that is quite entertaining. The only hang up is that they only give you 5 minutes, and if you don’t feel like working your ass off, then you might as well not play it. Once you get to round two though it gets too irritating for words, and I would imagine the upper rounds just get worse. Given there are no direct rewards for accomplishments other then receiving meaningless points and the occasional “GOOD!!” you really end up feeling quite empty after each round.

In fact the only remotely magical item in this game is the retarded dancing Mr. Potato Head that jumps on the keys to create the irritating equations deemed by the computer. If I were to have some sort of rating system for games this would not get all 15 colorful marshmallows, that’s for damn sure, although the slightly enjoyable little soundtrack of the game does earn it a cookie or two.

All in all, it does serve a purpose, and that is to make elementary school kids suffer and do work at home. Not slightly purpose filled and enjoyable work, but hard work and tons of it. It wouldn’t surprise me if some Taiwanese kid ended up committing suicide because he shamed his father by not being able to pass Round 2 of mathematic blocks. Sachen should be ashamed and sued for all the blood it has gathered on its evil dirty hands.

this is also another song i "didn't" write

“expired condom”

didn’t really know you
won’t know you after
why you’re very positive
but I’m the sober one

change is awful
even though I’m sitting here
could never actually become
must take action

you can’t trust a guy/fellow/chap in (wearing)
…a hawaiian shirt
…a big foam hat
…leather pants

pacifistically… consorting with rats
confusing them… with
everything that’s, that’s, that’s…. that’s
politely anticipating the renovation

sliding down a hall with several exits
lacking and few choices for flight
detached defensive carving in ice it’s
nobility or perversion

boundless loops
will come to conclusion
in time or demise

This song is not about Jesus!

This is a song I wrote about Jesus:

I do…
By Nick Turner

You won’t believe who I met today,
he completes me in an amazing way.
I’ve looked for years and finally found,
the one who has always been around.
I never want to live without,
Your eternal love I could never doubt…

When I walk outside,
you’re always at my side…
When the world doesn’t care,
I always have you there…
When no body agrees with me,
I know you’ll always see…
When I just don’t want to think,
I have your blood to drink… I have your blood… to… drink…

Today has been the greatest day,
and I didn’t even have to pray.
Now that I have you in my life,
my tiny world is free from strife
I know you’ll always have my back,
when the evil ones decide to attack...

When the sky goes dark,
you’ve got the eternal spark…
When nobody understands,
you sit and hold my hand…
When my head starts to hurt,
You feed me my dessert…
When I want to feel elite,
I have your body to eat… I have your body… to… eat…

I’ve never had a love like this,
one that gave me so much bliss.
You know I’ll do anything for you,
I’ll sacrifice for what is true.
I’ll believe anything you have to say,
and I’ll believe it till my dying day.

When I walk outside,
you’re always at my side…
When the world doesn’t care,
I always have you there…
When no body agrees with me,
I know you’ll always see…
When I just don’t want to think,
I have your blood to drink… I have your blood… to… drink…

I never cry...

Sometimes when I am sitting alone at night I just start crying uncontrollably. Then after it ceases I realize that I have to be up for work in about an hour and then I go to sleep. After I fall to sleep I have magnificient dreams that make reality look miserable and bleak. While it's a long and hard road to get to, that one hour makes life worth living. I imagine when I will die that I will no longer dream, and that makes me fear death.

Only 27 days until the Oscars!!!

I don't have two dogs and one cat

The two dogs are named Wonka and Spike. However they are usually referred to as Lady and Sirs. Spike or Sirs has many names that have spawned from these. Such as Mr. Sirs-i-dirs, Spikersons, and so on. Sometimes Wonka and Lady are combined to create Wonka Lady. Wonka is an older female chocolate labrador dog. Spike is a beagle and his full name was given to him as Spike Beagle, which coincides with the one of the lead characters of Cowboy Bebop Spike Speegle. I love them.

The one cat is named Reebok. He is an older cat that is very fluffy. His paws are white and look as if he is wearing tennis shoes, and at the time he was named Reeboks were the talk of the town. He also has white fur around his lips which makes him look as if he just took a sip from a saucer of milk. He has many names such as Mr. Kitty, which can sometimes be conformed to Mr. Pretty or even Mr. Pretty Kitty Cat. He lays around the house and does nothing but groom himself and lounge as I imagine a narcicist would. I also love him.

Other animals have been in my life, but they were always just the family's animals. These animals are my responsibility to feed and maintain and thusly I love them more then I have loved other animals in my life.

Well back to work! Mondays, right?

this is not a title

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