Carpe Diem?!?

people are always going on about "live for the day." but if you live for today, what about tomorrow? if I lived for today, i would go to into austin right now and spend all my money on all the cool stuff they have down there! but then tomorrow, i wouldn't have any money left and if i got hungry and the commons was closed, i would starve. of if an emergency came up i would be SOL. but you can't always live for tomorrow or you'll miss what's going on today. But what is college and other school if not living for the future? and you obviously can't live in the past, that has its own bad connotations. So where should you live? Well, I've found the perfect place, in Montana there are three villages called Past, Present, and Future. in between these little towns, there is a small town called Frank. That's right, Frank, Montana is the place for me. Plus there is no speed limit on the highways, isn't that great.
Honestly, there is no place in Montana called Frank (or the other ones to my knowledge) so there has to be a common balance between today and tomorrow. College is the perfect example, i study hard so i'll have a great future, but i also go to parties and have fun (no alcohol included). but you can't obviously stay in college forever, so in choosing a profession, don't merely choose something that makes money, choose something that you like.... and makes lots of money. so remember, live for the day.... and tomorrow!

"The Zen philospher Basho once wrote, A flute with no holes is a not a flute, and a donut with no hole, is a danish!" -Caddyshack



Not a lot to comment on this, I still don't know whether I found the right mix between today and tomorrow, but I pretend that I have. Frank, Montanta, to this day, is still one of my favorite inventions... maybe one day!
This was also when I wasn't drinking in college. Due to personal beliefs at the time, I decided that I wouldn't drink unitl I was 21. I drank in high school, but decided to change that in college. I pretty much (I had a couple slip ups) made it until my 21st and I really enjoyed it. Many students over compensated for not drinking before, when they got to college. I had a couple of years to realize that drinking didn't equal fun. I would go to parties and be the constant witness for the infidelities of others. I had lots of fun, would talk to all kinds of people and never wake up the next morning fearing that I had embarrassed myself. Of course, when I started drinking I enjoyed that too, but it was good to ease into it, rather than start chugging the minute I hit campus. At the time, I'm sure I was rather preachy about it, but now I look back on it as a great experience for me, one that may not be the best for all. It was fun though to see the reactions on people's faces at parties when they would ask me if I needed a beer and would respond with "I don't drink." It was a challenge for the fraternities to find a new way to rush me.

Procrastination (Sept. 96)

So here it is, the day after Yom Kippur, and nothing's changed. But what did I suspect? In case you don't know, today's topic is procrastination.
A disease we all suffer from occasionally. I suffer from it immensely. I'm operating on 3.5 hours sleep right now and I'm about to go to a class that requires I have my wits about me (though that's not actually in the syllabus) its fencing. A little tip, never take a class where people are poking sharp objects at you at 8 am in the morning. The reason I have 3.5 hours sleep is because, of course, procrastination. I stayed up till 3:30 typing a paper for my intro to acting class, then I proceeded to stay up till 4 to read a chapter for my colloquium class (for those of you who don't go here, colloquium is a class of pure and total hell that is required of all first year students, for those of you who do, you know exactly what I'm talking about.) My friend down the hall has a procrastinator's creed poster he got from the poster sale. I was going to go back and get it, but the time I got there, the sale was already over. The whole poster in itself is an oxymoron. To have bought the poster makes you obviously a nonprocrastinator, and even if someone bought it for you, you obviously took the time to put it up!!! Whereas the true procrastinator's walls would only have posters or pictures left up there from the previous person who was too lazy to take them down.

Gotta go to class....

... I just returned from my eight o' clock class to find out that we hada walk, which is usually good, but I was already up and I hardly ever make it to that class as it is.!! I could be doing stuff now, like finish reading my colloquium, but oh well, I'll type this instead!!!
In short, procrastination is bad...

Remember, Friday is National Green Pants Day!!!!

"Four Years Older."
- my friend Matt Campbell, when asked by the Austin American Statesman on what the world would be like in the year 2000

ok I've just seen a commercial for Ninja Pizza Cats, has anyone seen this show or is it just some random Ninja Turtles rip-off. Well it comes on at 2:30 on channel 54 or 64, if you live around here . Someone watch it for me and let me know.

C-ya
Tim

Wow, some parts of that one were so painful to type again, I'm sorry but I had to spell check and capitalize. I just couldn't help it.
For any aspiring writers out there who think they haven't grown as writer, I reccomend looking back on what you did years ago, and seeing how much you've progressed. For some reason, I've been all about personal growth lately... ...what's that all about?
I remember the five times I made it to that fencing class fondly. I wish I had gone more, but it was awful early in the morning. I remember while signing up for classes thinking that "8:00, it's not so early, high school started earlier than that."
Who would've guess that Matt would have been so right when asked about the year 2000. All those hopes, expectations and dreams I had for graduating college, and basically, I was just four years older, with a piece of paper testifying to the fact that I drank a lot for the previous four years.
I'm sure you're wondering what National Green Pants day is, or was Ninja Pizza Cats ever any good. To you I can only say, patience is a virtue. All will be made clear to you in the future.
More to come, I promise...

Originally Aired August 1996

Alright, here's to the first installment of tim-o-grams. its not getting off to very good start, its supposed to be done in the morning, as it is now, its 2:11 and i'm just starting. anyway todays topic is
SOUTHWESTERN UNIVERSITY CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM AND HOW IT CAN WORK FOR YOU!
for those of you who don't go here i'll catch you up to speed. in the university cafeteria, (commons) there is a 4.5 foot styrofoam Pilsbury doughboy. You can of course see the attractiveness of possesing this doughboy, which my friends and i of course did. Everyone on campus has been trying to get the doughboy. Well one night around ten o'clock (yeah i know why not 2 in the morning) two of my friends and i snuck over to the commons, went through a window and stole the doughboy. my friend matt carried the torso, and i followed with the head laughing hysterically. for those of you not too familiar with the law, this is of course a felony, a felony called burglary.
Well someone turned us in to the university police (some big loser who just sits around and waits for people to steal doughboys!) no i'm not bitter, why? anyway, the cops came and retrieved the doughboy in question and told us to come over to the university police station when we got the chance (yeah, we're serious criminals!) so we arrived at the station at approximately 11:02 having the doughboy in our possesion a good 45 minutes!! the university police read us OUR RIGHTS!!!!!! that's something that has never happened and and will never happen again, i hope !!!
In short, we we're treated like common criminals, not the crazy college kids we are, pulling a prank, the chief of police, a woman, was ready to cart us off to jail, luckily it was the "arresting officers" decision and he said we could go back to our rooms and we would probably get a call from Dr. Leese, the director of residence life, the next day. we did and we talked to him and got contract probation and we have to do ten hours of community service in the commons.
Whatever happened to ANIMAL HOUSE, or any of those other crazy college movies, usally starring corey haim or corey feldman. they never got in trouble, and even when they did, it didn't entail punishment, they just did something crazier than they did the first time and everything turned out ok!! so anyway, i'm off to lunch and i hope this lightened your day a little bit. and if you've read this far i promise these won't usualy be this long. Now you're asking was it worth it, yes it was and i'd do it again, (but this time later)

"I think this situation requires a futile and stupid gesture to be done on someones part, and we're just the guys to do it." -Animal House

P.S. my mom knows nothing about this, and she won't find out from any of you!!!!

C-ya tim

Well, there it is. The first installment of Tim-o-grams ever. Who the hell did I think I was ee cummings. Learn to punctuatize fool! Atleast capitalize the first letter of a sentence. Oh well, no sense yelling at me now. I hope my writing style has progressed a little since then.
This incident, coincidentally, was one of my fondest memories of college. It was my first week away from home as well. We had a plan that after we stole it we we're to go around behind our dorm and go in the back door. Unfortunately, when we pushed the Doughboy through the window, his head fell off (it was made to do that) and I simply lost control of myself. I grabbed the head and ran like a bat out of hell for the front door, ran down the halls either laughing, screaming or yelling hysterically or all three together. By the time we got up three flights of stairs, pretty much the entire dorm was aware of our thievery. I guess I was never made for grand theft. Looking back, I realize the reason we got caught was entirely my fault, thought I doubt I admitted it at the time. That was back when Tim could do no wrong. Luckily I've grown
After freshmen year all of us involved went our separate ways, joined our separate fraternities and only saw each other as we crossed campus.
But I like to remember myself here, so young, so full of ideas, and so ready to take on the world. I also like to remember the pure enjoyment I got from such a small task.
Many of the views I held then were views I am now ashamed to have had. But the spark and vivacity I miss. That Tim was ready to embark on life and was ready to "take it by the horns" as we're fond of saying in Texas. I think the changes made in my life were, for the most part, for the better. I'm definately a lot more world-wise than I was, but I wonder if it came at the expense of my determination.
What I find the most amusing is my reaction to the way we were treated by the cops. Looking back on it now, they were fairly laid back about the whole thing. This was not my first run in with cops, but it was definately my easiest. My outrage at the time at their actions goes to show how naive I was back then. I can only imagine how hard it was for the officers to look at the four of us 18 year old kids, still wet behind the ears, with mom still on speed-dial, standing next to this large oversized Styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboy, and not crack a smile.
I also remember how happy I was then that I was getting to write, and there were people that actually enjoyed reading it. It's very similar to the feeling I got when I posted my first blog on my main page, tim-o-rama.blogspot.com (shameless plug once again). I've always thought writing was where I wanted to be, well, we'll see how this works out.

More installments of the Old and New to come soon.

P.S. My mom has since learned about this, so feel free to bring it up if you ever meet her.