It was a hard day at (school/work/home). You’ve just returned home, removed your shoes and headed towards to kitchen, hoping the last can of (beer/cola/juice) you drank last night wasn’t the last. As you peer in the great depths of your fridge, you pass great historical landmarks of the last month. Last night’s meat-loaf. Check. Three-day old pizza. Check. Green pea soup? Better not to know. Alas, behind the rotting corpse known as dinner from three weeks ago, lies a can of (beer/cola/juice). When your renewed faith that nothing else can go wrong today, you head towards the couch.
As you sit down, with a cold (beer/cola/juice) can in one hand, you grab the television remote with the other. You turn on the television as you peer towards the (cable box/wall clock/table clock). Just in time! In a quick motion, you change the channel, open the can of (beer/cola/juice) and place the remote in your lap as you gear yourself up to watch your favorite television pastime, (Sportcenter/CSI/Hammies On Demand). For the next 10 minutes, you follow a pattern that is too well known. Watch. Slip. Tap. Watch. Slip. Tap. And those infamous words echo throughout the room. “We’ll be back, right after these messages.” *grumble, grumble* As the second ad finishes, a stoke of brilliance hit you.
Without missing a beat, you run to your (desktop/laptop). The following motions no longer need a thought process. (Firefox, Safari, IE (Eww?)), (Blogger, WP-admin, Livejournal), Username, Password, Create. A blank box stares at you as you smile was gee. You type to your heart’s content as (Sportcenter/CSI/Hammies On Demand) and your (itunes/Winamp/Windows Media Player (Eww?)) playing your favorite track merge to create your fortress of brilliance. Nothing can stop you know.
Seconds, minutes, and possibly hours pass as your type. “Today is the day”, you think yourself. Today is the day you achieve greatness. The greatest blog entry you have ever written. As you finish, you admire your work as you never thought your brain could achieve such a thing. You get that feeling, the same feeling that must have been felt as the Mona Lisa or Pulp Fiction was completed. Just one click away…
As you move the mouse, scanning the text, ensuring that no error has gone uncorrected. Done! It’s is time. Time to click the button, (post/create/publish). You click the button and a blue bar begins the countdown, the countdown to your addition to history. As the bar nearly fills the itself entirely, the page begins it’s transition to the next page. As the page loads, you stare. Finally, the moment has come, it is time to claim your place in history. As you get up from your seat, arms in the air in a victory position, you stare down to your computer screen as it’s contents burn a hole through your heart and soul. 404.
Considering the fact that Binghamton is a large part of my life, I rarely talk about it. I tend to focus on people I know (aka Tribute to Anna & Chui), projects that I’m working on (aka DVDs, Magic Mirror, Untitled Zach and G project, Pet Peeves, etc), or just random rants of mine. I do tend to give Binghamton the back seat. Or at least, on the blog, Binghamton gets the back seat. Only a hand full of people know that I used to be a tour guide for the University and a Student Ambassador. So, I have this need to inform people about Binghamton. In addition, Su Ann did a blog on her college, Taylor College, in the heart of KL. So, I figured, hey, why not give a tour of binghamton, or at least attempt to by using the pictures I have already taken. (I’m sorry, but taking pictures just for doing a Blog tour of Binghamton is kinda desperate, for me.)
Before we get into the pictures, I gotta say, I really don’t talk about Binghamton that much. Well. I guess it’s time to whore out my school! Here is what guides and students are saying about Binghamton.
“…the premier public university in the northeast..”
Wow, that’s some strong words there.
“Inspirational, approachable and accessible professors … a comfortable yet competitive learning environment.”
What else could anyone else want?
” … a huge variety of stuff to do … ”
Listing the stuff would cost millions, no, BILLIONS of dollars.
“the public alternative to the Ivy League experience.”
Wow, Ivy status. Cool.
“…few can dispute the fact that Binghamton grads have a real education that will serve them well in the world.”
Using your education in the real world? That’s possible?
http://admissions.binghamton.edu/what.html Go there for more whoring.
Some one remind me, what was the point of this entry? Hmm? I promise, next entry will be better.
Anyways, you people want pictures, so…on to the show!
The year was 1998. Apple started a revolution, unveiled the first ever iMac. Microsoft released one of the best operating systems seen to date, Windows 98. Ginger Spice left the Spice Girls. Michael Jordon broke the hearts of many, playing his last game with the Bulls, ending a great run. A few hours away, in the city of St. Louis, Mark McGwire broke the homerun record as the Mets get a taste of the post-season after 12 years. Video game fans may call 1998 the golden age of gaming, with GTA, StarCraft, Unreal, Metal Gear Solid, Pokemon, Age of Empires: Rise of Rome, Half-Life and Zelda: OoT making their debuts on the retail floor. Nintendo introduced the GBC with Pokemon Red/Blue and Pokemon first aired on United States television as Sega prepared the world with first documentation of the Dreamcast. Ramzi Yousef was sentenced to life in prison for planning the World Trade Center bombing of 1993. And as the words “I have never had sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky. I’ve never had an affair with her.” filled the airwaves, two Ph.D students in a garage in Menlo Park, California changed the world with one phrase…Google. I was 12.
Like many other 12 year olds, I was told the most horrible word a 12 year old can imagine, braces. When I got braces, I wasn’t a happy go lucky boy. The fact that one is getting braces can lead one into a very depressed state. So, there I was, in my orthodontist’s office, in the chair of doom, that’s what I liked to call it. It was funny how her office was built. There were two rooms in which you could have been sent to, let’s call them Room 1 and Room 2. Room 1 was the first room I was ever sent to in that office, thus the name…BRILLIANT! Anyways, this room was filled with awards and degrees. Kinda saying, “Look asshole, I know what I’m doing!” So, you would feel safe every time, and then…BLAM, they’d get you. Room 2, on the other hand, had a window. I guess it was like “Look, freedom…sucka.”
Anyways, I was there for my first apt. It was to see what must be done. So, my orthodontist looked at my mouth and went, “hmmmm.” Why must doctors do that? Really? Personal note: When (if) I become a doctor, don’t go “hmmmm?” She told me, and my parents, that I need to have 3 teeth taken out. My parents go, “Oh, Jay, not so bad, I’ve heard worse.” *laugh* “And a root canal,” said the orthodontist. Silence bestowed her presence throughout the room.
I didn’t mind having teeth taken out. How bad it could be? What can I say, I was 12. On the other hand, the words “Root Canal” sent a chill down my back. I blame this on Full House. There was one episode where Uncle Jessie, or was it Joey…doesn’t matter, got a root canal. Call it great acting, or a child’s inexperience, but it looked like it hurt!
Before I could get braces or get my teeth removed, I had to get the root canal. The process would be root canal –> teeth removed –> braces. So, it’s basically, worst, not so bad, haha sucka! When I went to go get my root canal, I thought it would be a one day thing. WRONG! It was really two days. I can still remember the smell of tooth dust. Drill…dust…pick…drill…dust…pick. After Day 1 was over, I was in pain. I remember the doctor saying, “You can take pain-killers, it’s fine.” That night, I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat. I didn’t drink. I didn’t cry. I didn’t take a single pill. Was I in pain? Honestly, I don’t know. You see, I convince my mom to buy me Metal Gear Solid for the Playstation. I played that all night, I was happy. Metal Gear Solid, my pain killer.
The next day, the doctor came in and jokingly asked, “How many pain killers did you take?” When my mom answered, “None,” I could swear the doctor either thought, “What a strong young man!” or “I guess I didn’t hurt him enough, already, I’ll turn up the dial today!” Drill…dust…pick…JAM…drill…dust…pick…JAM. Day 2 was over. A nerve from my tooth was removed, and Metal Gear was defeated.
Next came the teeth removal part. Oh joy to the world. I was knocked out completely. One second, I was talking to his really hot girl (who was my age, might I add), the next, I was wondering where she went. That night, I didn’t eat. I didn’t drink. I didn’t cry. I didn’t take a single pill. Was I in pain? Honestly, I don’t know. I slept through it all.
Finally, that one destined day came, I finally got braces. It wasn’t fun. However, it experience reenforced my love for mash potatoes. It lasted an year and a half. Not too bad. Not too bad at all.
Anna, I hope you feel better. Chewy, umm…just hang in there! It will be over soon. So, that’s my story about my experience with teeth related medical processes. It was an experience I surely didn’t want to experience, but I did. What can I say? What should I say? I was 12. It was 1998.
Well…in my boredom of what is called Binghamton, during one of my breaks from Histology, I catalogued my DVD collection.
Link to catalogue
I may start to review some of my DVDs. Maybe. We’ll see. Also, I’ll be adding to this. Many of my purchases end up being DVDs.
