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Thursday, October 6, 2005
9:22PM
southpawsensei (9:18:11 PM): well i am taking intermediate macro and have been learning all about the Keynesian model
southpawsensei (9:18:13 PM): very interesting
imacchaosi (9:18:37 PM): Oh that Keynes.
imacchaosi (9:19:01 PM): When he was asked about the long term economic problems it would create his answer was, "In the long term, we all die, anyway."
southpawsensei (9:19:04 PM): we haven't gotten to supply side yet, we did the classical model and now we are working on Keynesian fiscal policy
southpawsensei (9:19:17 PM): what problems?
imacchaosi (9:19:25 PM): Spending into the grave!
imacchaosi (9:19:26 PM): Wheeeeeeeee
imacchaosi (9:19:31 PM): Kinda like now. :P
southpawsensei (9:19:43 PM): yea, tax cuts and massive government spending
southpawsensei (9:19:55 PM): thats what we talked about today
imacchaosi (9:19:56 PM): Tax cuts are meaningless the way they're doing it.
imacchaosi (9:20:02 PM): It's just going to come back in a tax raise later.
southpawsensei (9:20:04 PM): WHA..WHAT
southpawsensei (9:20:12 PM): armin questioning the Bush Tax Cut?
imacchaosi (9:20:19 PM): :P
southpawsensei (9:20:19 PM): are you serious
southpawsensei (9:20:21 PM): ????
southpawsensei (9:20:23 PM): ???
imacchaosi (9:20:39 PM): Now I'm worried. XD
southpawsensei (9:20:44 PM): armin, are you turning blue on us?
imacchaosi (9:21:10 PM): No, Bush is turning liberal on me!
southpawsensei (9:21:23 PM): haha
imacchaosi (9:21:24 PM): Pat Buchanan for President.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
7:21PM
Fuck Gen Ed Requirements, Fuck Major Requirements, Fuck 'Em All. Let me just take classes for pure interest, not in accordance to some fuckin 4 year plan. Fuck being a slave to SIS, let me figure out who I am. I thought my passion was Chinese languague, I guess not. I hate politics and the political discourse our country is in. I hate being so stressed out.
Friday, April 1, 2005
I kinda like the way it turned out, so my post for a couple months is fulfilled:
Quite the week huh? Haven't really figured it out. Confliction and remorse. Listening and understanding. Acting and shouting. What lies before me? I know not. What was the point of it all? I know not. Will I grow to be stronger out of it? Most likely. But now I live in the present; honoring the past, speculating the future, but exploring that which is around me.
Maybe I should write more, it could be good for me.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
10:18PM
hey guys its turns out that AU is putting on MacBeth. It also turns out that I got the part of Macduff
ROCK ON
Show's in April, i'll post more info when i get it
Monday, January 3, 2005
11:35AM
Well I haven't updated in like...ever. So let's pick up where we left off, my end of the semester college checklist
*Ten page paper on the Conservative Media Bias in the 2004 election- Check
I actually got an A on this paper, one of the few A's in the class, got a B+ in the class for the semester
*Work on question for world politics study group- Check
Got a B- in World Politics, I didn't really like the class, kinda boring and not engaging
*5 Lessons of Work in my Chinese Workbook- no check
Got all my work done and a B+ for the class, very cool since it counted for a third of my GPA
*Chinese portfolio, including essays on Chinese holidays, calligraphy, and the comparion of the language to German- outstanding- no check
See above
*World Politics Final- I'm screwed
Wasn't screwed, but what ev
*Figuring out how to write a language without an alphabet for Chinese final- I'm screwed
Wasn't screwed
*Getting a 98% on my Macroeconomics final so I get an A for the semester- I'm screwed
Guess what, I got at least the 98%, because I got an A- for the semester. I was really pumped
Now that the grades are in my GPA for the semester was 3.32. Yea because I need at least a 3.2 to keep my scholarship. Looking back at my classes I didn't enjoy the World Politics but rocked the Macroeconomics. It has made me want to concentrate on International Economics for my IR major, not US Foreign Policy. I also figured out a plan to double minor in Economics and Chinese. Things have been great as of late, chilling with the boys every day of the week. Playing Poker, Halo, sleeping untill noon, adn best of all- NO HOMEWORK OVER BREAK! I haven't really hung out much with people outside of Los/Armin/Noah and peeps, but I never know what other people are up to, so what ev. I am going back to campus either on saturday of sunday and I can't wait. Monday classes start again and I have Microeconomics and College Writing Seminar. But until then I am chilling in good old KOP, so give me a call to chillax
Sunday, December 12, 2004
11:07AM
College Checklist for the end of the semsester
*Ten page paper on the Conservative Media Bias in the 2004 election- Check
*Work on question for world politics study group- Check
*5 Lessons of Work in my Chinese Workbook- no check
*Chinese portfolio, including essays on Chinese holidays, calligraphy, and the comparion of the language to German- outstanding- no check
*World Politics Final- I'm screwed
*Figuring out how to write a language without an alphabet for Chinese final- I'm screwed
*Getting a 98% on my Macroeconomics final so I get an A for the semester- I'm screwed
Overall I am pretty screwed, so I probablly should not be updating but doing work. What ev, a week and a half and I wil have successfully completed my first semester of college
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
1:35PM
There comes a time in every man's life when he is an asshole, and for it just occurred. It sucks like whoa
Wednesday, November 3, 2004
3:35AM
Tis a sad day to be a democrat, but it marks a new beginning
The Democrats can't win after 8 years of economic paradise and they can't win in the middle of a embarrasing, corruption filled regime that put the nation to a war that could have been avoided. They have some serious rethinking to do. Plus Daschelle is gone, a central leader to the party. Could this mean a split in the party? Could the Dean/Mooreits become thier own party, leaving the Lieberman's and other centrist democrats to their own party? Whatever the outcome is, Bush is now in charge of many issues affecting my life involving both civil rights and the economic burden i will carry in the future.
What better time to be living in Washington DC.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
12:29PM
2 Updates in one day?
This is a personal narrative I had to write for english, enjoy
The sun peaked through dark clouds and shone down way above our heads, bringing warmth to the frigid bodies of the German club. Cool, damp, autumn air swirled around our huddled masses as we ventured to an Oktoberfest Celebration. My fellow Co-president and I lead the club with Herr Skonier into the Renaissance Faire for their celebration of this traditional German extravaganza. All around us were men draped in chain mail with swords peace-tied, and ladies with long flowing dresses. The aromas of freshly baked pretzels and giant barbequed turkey legs filled our nostrils. The faire had seemed to be just as it had been from my days of old. Even though I had begun my final year as an adolescent and in high school, I was returning to the roots of my childhood.
Slowly, I snuck up to a guy, stepping quietly I was scared and excited. He was just across the street but the distance seemed to be really really long. Hoping he could not see me, I creeped through the crowd and thought about how I was going to get away from this guy. Okay, the plan was ready, hand him the letter, run away while he is reading it, and try to make it back to mommy and daddy, make sure he doesn’t catch me. He smelled really gross; he smelled like smoke and sweat. My tummy felt weird looking at him. But he took so many people’s money, and he had to know who he was dealing with. I spent my entire day at the Renaissance Faire looking for this guy and now I was going to meet him. I fixed my green hat and its feather, and handed the Sheriff of Nottingham my letter:
“Ha Ha, You Can’t Catch Me
Signed,
>>>Robin Hood |>”
He grabbed the letter and I ran away as fast as I could. I jumped into my daddy’s arms and I almost lost my hat. I tried to hide in daddy’s arms as we left, but I peaked back at the Sheriff. He stared right at me, he was really scary. But everything was okay, because mommy and daddy would save me now and we were going home. I couldn’t wait to tell Tommy back home about what I did. I couldn’t wait to tell him how Robin Hood was more smarter than the Sheriff of Nottingham. We got into the car and I took off my green Robin Hood outfit. What a cool way to end a really fun day.
Day after day I would engage my dad in battle, but I couldn’t seem to be the victor. Every one of my moves had counter-moves, and every strategy was blocked. My father went to the local chess club in town and I could not slay him. But now was the time I would prove myself a warrior on the chessboard. I had shed my Robin Hood persona years ago and was returning to the Renaissance Faire to now do battle on the human chessboard. During my days as Robin Hood I was too busy trying to avoid the Sheriff than to pay attention to such a game, but now I was 8, practically a man, and now it was time to play a real game of chess. Cool mist was in the air, perfect weather for battle. I was chosen to represent the white side as a knight. Since I was going to be a knight I expected to be given chain mail or armor or something to protect myself while I was in battle, but no such luck. The game started and I stood in my square, excited to defend it from man or beast. I would protect my square in the name of the Queen or I would die trying. All of a sudden my square was challenged, a foolish peasant dared to square off with the next great knight.
“All you have to do is run at the bishop and yell at him,” spoke the soft voice of the female bishop standing next to me. I was confused… yell? Where was my sword, my mace or my staff? Do I dare challenge the man empty handed? Am I that great of a warrior that I need no weapon? Bewildered I tried to focus my mind for battle, and the Queen ordered it to begin.
“RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR,” I roared at the charging foe. His pace slowed but he continued to charge at me. It didn’t work, the woman was wrong, what was I going to do, they left me weaponless, how am I going to survive this, am I going to be killed on this chessboard, what is my father going to think, should I give my sister my action figures?
“STOP!” exclaimed the Queen right as I was about to cower from the foe. “This young knight is much too brave to battle. I need a strong, chivalrous knight like him as my personal body guard for the remainder of the match,” she continued, my heart was racing for joy. Not only had I overcome my foe with bravery but I had caught the Queen’s eye. I rose from a lowly peasant to become the Queen’s personal bodyguard. As I sat there next to the Queen I attempted to make conversation, but she seemed to be preoccupied with the game and the rules of what weapons were allowed. I saw other young knights like myself on the chess board and I wondered, would they be treated as I was, would they be as brave as to be personal bodyguards? But none of my fellow countrymen became like me.
We ventured into the Faire itself and took in the conglomeration of Medieval England and traditional Germany. Minstrels strummed mandolins as they sang of the warriors of past ages and of dragons, while old men walk around in lederhosen (traditional, German, leather pants). All around us were little children, joyfully laughing in costume. Little girls wore pink dresses and crowns, while the little boys wore clothing reminiscent of hobbits.
Approaching a Black Smith’s Shoppe, I could see flames leaping in the air. The heat from within the Shoppe conflicted with the cold of October and my body did not know what to think. I could see the wears of the Smith’s burden hanging on walls. However, what used to be walls of swords belonging to Arthur and Charlemagne in my early days were now swords belonging to Aragorn and Gandalf. The most popular sword in the Shoppe was no longer Excalibur but the infamous Sting, given to Frodo Baggins by his uncle Bilbo.
After eating a giant “dragon leg” made of turkey I wandered around the faire on my own. I strolled into tent after tent to look at period clothing, all ridiculously priced around four hundred and five hundred dollars. Outside one of the tents were a group of the Faire’s employees dressed as faeries. Faeries stood there in all their glory; glitter, wings, pointy ears, the whole deal; faeries, at the Renaissance fair. These faeries proceeded to run around the faire and cast “spells” on other employees, where they would “freeze” the Fool and another faerie would have to cure him. I journeyed far and wide across the faire searching for the knights I remembered from my childhood. Nonetheless, the once dominant figures of the faire had seemed to be taking a rest so that wizards and faeries could entertain the children.
The sun began setting as the German club left the Renaissance Faire. Our long day full of German tuba bands, lederhosen, bratwurst had come to a close. They all seemed out of place though, a foreign culture mixed in the medieval society of Britain. The Renaissance Faire was a place for knights, Shakespeare and Queen Elizabeth, this new culture of the Faire was alien and out of place. The sun disappeared behind the dark clouds that had been tempting rain all day. The rain had held off during our stay but finally the sky opened up and it began to pour down on the people below. The German club rushed to the bus trying to avoid getting wet; nonetheless they were all drenched to the bone as they stepped on the bus. I was the last to board that vessel back to the modern world, with rain flowing down my face.
12:19PM
So yesterday I turned 19, I have offically entered my final year of being a teenager. And despite this being my first birthday away from home, it was an awesome birthday.
I woke up to see that everyone had wished me a happy birthday on my dry erase board. I went to work at 11am where I would stay until 3pm. While I was sitting infront of my labtop at work, Courtney from my floor stopped by and brought me cookies from TDR (our dining hall). After work I went right to Chinese class, which we had outside. I told my teacher, "Laoshi, Wo shi shi jiu yingtian" which means "Teacher I am 19 today" because I wanted to find out about birthdays in China. Apparently on your birthday you bake a cake for your mother because she went through so much pain that day. So after Chinese class I went to dinner with a bunch of people.
When I came back from TDR, I walked into the lounge, and almost the entire floor was there with a cake wishing me happy birthday. It was awesome, nobody has really gone out of their way like that for me before. While I was out all day Katie took a bunch of people out to China Town where they bought me a wooden sword and some really sharp ninja stars. These people are so great. Craig, my roommate also went to China Town where he got me a rice paddy hat and a statue of an old guy doing Tai Chi. College is So Awesome
PS- I decided to make my journal public now. I think I have covered my tracks enough now that the trolls that got into my previous journal will not be able to find me. Oh, check out my website too, it has alot of work to be done but it has potential
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
7:26AM
es it halb acht und I fuhle nicht so gut. ich glaube dass ich krank bin und das ist nicht so gut. morgen ist meine geburtstag und wunsche ich nicht krank bin. ich weis nicht warum ich auf deutsch sprechen. Heute, habe ich meine erste universitat prufung. Es ist nicht so gut dass bin ich krank fur dieses prufung. ach so, gehe ich nach klasse in ein uhr. tschuss
Wednesday, September 8, 2004
Yes I am actually going to post in my livejournal. I know its crazy but here we go.
College has been amazing. For the past year while I was a senior I longed to be in college and could not wait to live King of Prussia. Well the day finally came and I feel at home. I have been a college student in my mind for the past year and now physically I am a college student. I feel bad for being really grumpy on the final saturday with my family when we went to target, but I think that it is because I felt like a caged animal and that I wanted so bad to get back to my home. I have two really great circles of friends at college right now; and there is the possibility of them overlapping. They are my floor (Anderson 6th Floor) and Erin's floor (Letts Terrace)
The Ode of Erin
So who is Erin you ask? Well her name is Erin O'Sullivan, we met the final day, the final event, of orientation in July. We got to talking and exchanged screen names. Night after night I would come home from playing poker at Armin's and would talk with Erin online. We are the EXACT same person, both into art, both play sports, both play trumpet, have the same birthday month. It was pretty rediculous. Anywho, I remebered at orientation that I thought she was very pretty, and so I was getting VERY Psyched for college. Here's the catch, I was still going out with Kim at the time. So needless to say I felt like a complete jerk, liking two women at the same time. Kim if you ever read this, I am sorry if I distanced myself from you at orientation. Our 3 months together we my happiest and I am so glad that we eventually got together after our dealie two years ago.
So the week before I leave for school I am talking to Erin and she asks me for my cell number so she can call me when she gets to campus. As you could imagine I was so pumped I just couldn't wait to get to AU and get to see Erin again. The first week of school she and I hung out. We promised each other that we would go to an art museum together, that we would go to the international dance party and do salsa lessons together and other stuff like that. We had lunches together just the two of us and we even worked out together since I knew how to work the machines and she didn't. Towards the end of the first week of college I came clean and told her my feelings for her. She was taken aback and told me that right now wasn't the right time. I was fine with that and so we went on.
ENTER CHARLEY
Charley is a guy that lives on Erin's floor. He is tall, skinny, mildly attractive and in Erin's school (School of Public Affairs, I am in the School of International Service). He is in the Honors College and in the prestigeous leadership program in SPA. On top of that, he is training to run a marathon in the spring. So he starts hanging out with Erin, myself and the rest of her floor. I could soon see that he was moving in on Erin, which as you could imagine was not making me a happy camper. BUT BUT BUT, I soon found out that he had a girlfriend. Now this was my only hope that I had left that I had a chance at Erin. But guess what happens, Charley's girlfriend couldn't take the seperation and they broke up. Basically I knew it was over but I hoped that their was hope. I did everything I could, I told Erin that she needed to hear me play guitar, so I sang for her (but guess what, she brought Charley with her, WHO DOES THAT?). Then I went and met up with Erin at the international dance party. Yep Charley was there, and they were all over each other. I kinda ignored it until I saw a look Erin gave Charley, I knew it was over. I felt physically ill, I left the party becasue of my "8:30 class in the morning" and went to talk to this girl Nkiru on Letts Terrace. I liked Erin so much but she didn't reciprocate and I felt horrible. In Nkiru's room I actually broke out in tears, but I made it back to my room where I worked on some new classical stuff I have been teaching myself and I wallowed in my once again broken heart.
Epologue
So yesterday Erin calls me and asks me to go to dinner. She had been away all weekend because of the holiday and I hadn't talked to her since the dance. We had a nice dinner, talked about all kinds of awesome stuff and I thought that maybe I was mistaken at the dance. We sat outside inbetween our two dorms for an hour just spilling our guts. I had never connected with someone like that since Leslie (yea Leslie). Then I walked Erin back to her room, where I fixed her computer. As I was about to leave I asked her directly where she stood with Charley. She then told me that basically she had chosen Charley over me and that I didn't deserve her. It was good to know officially, but I got all my emotion out the other night so I wasn't too upset about it.
AND NOW FOR GOOD NEWS
All the girls on my floor are awesome. I love hanging out with each and everyone one of them. They have been with me through the whole Erin fiasco, and I really have deep friendships with them all. The same goes for the Letts Terrace people, but the fact that I see these people more and hang out with them more has only sewn the seeds deeper. I talk to the girls all the time about all kinds of things, and I am the resident guy opinion. The guys on my floor are cool too, I dont hang out with them much, but I am getting better. My roommate is real chill. We have alot in common and alot not incommon. He is into the whole Frat scene, and I have yet to drink at college. He's a republican and I'm a democrat, though that really isn't a big deal. He's got himself a girl now, her name is Lisa and she lives on Letts Terrace (oh the irony), so that might make it easier for me to balance the two circles of friends. I am having a great time.
COLLEGE CLASSES
I have 5 courses this semseter. Leadership Gateway is required for the School of International Service (SIS) and is pass/fail. I have to go to House/Senate Foreign Relations Committee Hearings for the class and write a journal for it. I don't think about the course much, we have two classes for the term and we already had one. My two awesome classes are World Politics and CHINESE. World Politics is so much fun, alot of reading, but reading that I am into. My Chinese class is amazing, I have learned so much in such a quick time. My teacher gave each of us a Chinese name and mine is Shi (my family name) Kang Fu. And yes when you say my name it sounds like Kung Fu, everyone in the class thinks its the coolest name. I can write about two converstaions now in Chinese using the characters and everything. I can't wait until I can order from restraunts and read newspapers in Chinese
I am also taking Macroeconomics and College Writing, both stink, alot. Macro is so boring and basic I often fall asleep in this 8:30 class. One morning we were learning the difference between GNP and GDP and I asked/confirmed that outsourcing was bad for GDP and good for GNP and the professor had to explain to the class what outsourcing is. The professor gives us all the notes online, so really I just have to read the book and this class is no problem. My College Writing is basically the same thing just in English form. 5 minutes I had to read from my text book how to write a CRITICAL ANALYSIS PAPER! FOR GOD'S SAKE I TOOK SCHURTZ! That class I will have to work on because she's like Schurtz, so if I want an A I will have to always improve and stuff.
IN CONCLUSION
College has been great, I am a member of the College Democrats, Students to End the Death Penalty and Students for Kerry. I am on an inturmural soccer team and I think I am going to join the gymnastics club. I haven't done gymnastics in forever and its a good workout, I mean all those guys like Paul Hamm are beasts, so you know. There is a student activities fair next week so I may join some more clubs. I am also working for the facilities of they athletic arena here at AU. I get paid to do homework and the occasional grunt work. This weekend I got pait $40 to watch two soccer games. College has been great and I encourage it to all you out there in Live Journal Land
Zijian,
Chris
Kang Fu
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