Laureen was mentioned in the CSM tomorrow. Go Laureen. It's actually very interesting when it comes to what different post-undergrad schools look for from undergraduates.

I went to the Job Expo thing at the Union today. The methods with which Math/Science/Engineering students have to go through to get jobs are most interesting. Well, it's time to make like a ninja and defenestrate?

I remember once in seventh grade I (among others) thought this person had severe problems because he did not believe in god. I told my brother about this and he told me that this person's belief in god did not matter. Then I didn't understand at all. It's insane that someone would have no belief in god is what I thought.

A few years later I find myself as an agnostic. Neither acknowledging or dismissing that there exists a god. I also find myself more open-minded in other ways. Accepting more and more people's rights to opinions, expressions and actions as they see fit.

I remember in eight and ninth grade where I wasn't fully comfortable with the idea of homosexuals. Over the years that discomfort has waned, for the simple reason that it's not my place to questions others' personal interactions. Since junior year in high-school I think I stopped being such a homophobe.

I like this principle of not questioning others' personal interactions. It seems more fair or just. What do I care if Mary-Sue (hypothetical) gets wasted every other night? That's her choice. If it was causing her external harm, then maybe I would step in.

I often wonder why it is that I originally did care about whether or not people did or did not do or think things as I did. Is it the fact that my parents always had me believing one thing and not the other? Not just my parents, but society as a whole. Perhaps I questioned others as a child and while growing up because I was curious as to whether or not society was sending them the same message.

I also wonder what would happen if I met a previous less open-minded, easy-going Dave Dash.

On a similar note... I've noticed that I can respect opinions with which I disagree (or don't fully agree). An example is Moby. I read his ideas about animal rights and I think they are very interesting and I respect them. Yet, I disagree. I think a few years ago, I'd try to convince myself that anything I read, if it was a good argument and interesting and I liked the author, I'd buy into it.

This is getting long, I'm tired. People can talk to me in person rather than read this.

Spam just keeps sinking to all new lows. For those of you who do not know, Spam is unwanted email that is sent to people on mailing lists. Essentially it's junk e-mail. It's many times more frustrating than junk mail because the companies who use spam don't have to actually pay to do it and it makes an efficient means of communication (email) a mess. Companies usually advertise porn sites or get rich quick schemes. Anyway, the latest spam I recieved simply explains how to remove yourself from the bulk-mailing list. Basically you email your address somewhere or fill out a form and... well they don't take you off anything. They put you on another list.

"If your not familiar with the book of revelations of St. John, a book in the bible prophesizing the apocalypse, it forced everyone to recieve a mark on his right hand or his forehead so that nobody should be able to buy or sell unless he has the mark which is the name of the beast. The number of his name and the number of the beast is 6-6-6. What can such a specific prophecy mean? What is the mark? Well the mark is the barcode... the ubiquitous barcode that you'll find book and every packet of johnies... every bar code is divided into two parts by three margins and those three margins are always represented by the number six, 6-6-6. And what does it say? Nobody should be able to buy or sell without that mark. And now what they are planning to do to prevent all credit card fraud in order to precipitate a totally cash-less society what they are planning to do they have already tested on American troops. They are going to subcutaneously laser-tatoo the mark onto your right hand or onto your forehead. They are going to replace plastic with flesh!" - the Orb, S.A.L.T.

I don't have anything against smokers as people, but I think they should stop. I mean... like the whole black lungs thing isn't working. "Don't smoke... you'll get black lungs." What other arguments can we give our smoking friends? "You'll get cancer." "You'll shorten your life span by x amount of years."

Frankly, these are threats, but they are so insignificant. I say we change something in people or cigarettes or in the laws of physics so that when people smoke their skin starts to turn black. Not permanently, that would just be weird, but the more you smoked the longer your skin would be black. This way people point at you and mock you.

Link this check out. I don't plan on seeing this movie because I read this cartoon which for all I care could be just like the Blair Witch Project.

Yesterday was awesome, thanks to everybody who conspired into getting me some damn good cake from Baskin Robbins. Thanks to Matt Vagnoni for actually deciding that plain old cake isn't good enough. The mini-party was really great.

For all of you who didn't come with me to see the midnight showing of Stigmata, it was a very good movie. I saw it knowing only that it involved some girl getting the wounds of Christ and that's it. I didn't see any previews or anything. (You might say I went in on faith alone...) Basically I wasn't expecting anything and I got a decent movie. I won't spoil it for you further, so just see it.

After the movie Matt Wright and I went to Kristine's. Kristine was nice enough to bake a cake for me with Anne and Ellen from the 4S Quad. I was then kicked out of her house and forced to take the remaining cake to my dorm and even return the damn pan... anyway, all was good.

Thanks everybody, you all rule. Speaking of rule... now that Angie, the RA, (see I mentioned your name) is gone... for the weekend, I am now in charge of 4 Center.

I like the idea of waking up to girls. Like a few days ago I was taking a nap, and then when I was finished I saw Erin sitting in my chair reading me the Chicago Tribune. Today Sophia came into my room when it was time for me to wake up.

I hate cut grass. It brings out the best in my allergies.