Adam Hinz: The Blog
My little brother is a brat!
On 2004-11-25 at 11/25/2004 01:10:00 AM...
I'm not one to use the word hate when referencing a person, but it is most definitely appropriate here.The subject: my little brother Tony.
It's hard for me to say little because he's taller, bigger, and much more athletic than me (though I can totally outrun him...what a loser). Anyway, he's the youngest of the five kids in our family, so it's pretty much well known that he's been spoiled. And us older siblings have always known it and we're sure to joke about it occasionally. But what has happened now just tips the mucus barrel.
So one of the number one rules (ok, how can there be multiple number one rules? shut up adam) for parents when their kids go to college is to not change anything in their rooms. I hear it's comforting for college students to return to their very personal and personalized room. My parents followed that room with Aaron (with my help), with Amy, and with Andy (my help again). By my help, I mean that I moved into their rooms to simply live. As in I didn't move all my crap in there, and tried my best to leave it as it is. I moved into Aaron's room because at the time I was sharing a room with Tony, and I moved into Andy's room because at the time I wanted to live downstairs rather than what my sister tonight called "a dungeon."
Well last summer, Aaron was moving to Seattle, and it was finally time for him to go through all the stuff in his room and sort out the keepables form the un-keepables. Now bear in mind that Aaron had been out of the house for 5 years or so, so most of the stuff was kiddie stuff. At this time the room was officially declared mine, and I made it mine. Lots of really cool posters, another desk, I soon moved the bed across the room (thanks to a power surge), just lots of things.
Ok, so I had a room. I go off to college, enjoy the dorm, enjoy the life. Get a call from home, nice to talk to them. Mom says something about tony using my room as a recording studion. She knew I would be a little mad and she even explained the "first rule" that I said above. But I mostly was ok with it. As long as he didn't mess with it too much, and I would definitely be home for summer, so no big deal for me. Plus it is a good room for recording. No windows, and kind of padded from other noises from the rest of the house. Well, it seemed like every phone call from home had more "additions" to the room. And turns out he would start charging people to record in there. First I said "just make sure no one messes with my stuff." Then I told Mom where all my money was in there so she could hide it again. Ok, he says, so still no big deal. Well I came one weekend to check it out...he moved out the bed, but some Coldplay posters on the ceiling and moved everything around. Other than all my stuff on the walls it's barely recognizable. Still, I don't give much of a fuss. I mean a recording studio is kinda cool.
Well, I come home from school, and my room is just fucked up. He has moved all my stuff into these 2 little corners (it's hard to explain the corners), but I can't get to anything in there. I don't know where anything is, and I'm starting to think about the summer. The room is not inhabitable--as in there's music stuff in here, not a bed. So for thanksgiving, rather than sleep in my wonderful bed in my wonderful bed I am sleeping in our newly renovated guest room (which used to be Andy's room...I think he's a little pissed about that too). How's that? I'm a guest in my own house. Over dinner I was talking--arguing--over what Tony had done, or rather what he was gonna do. I talked about how mean it was to just move me out of my own room and just shove everything into boxes and into the corners. His argument "It's all in boxes!" My argument "That's my point!" I'm sorry, Tony, but I'm not ready to move out of the house yet. So during dinner, I came up with a great idea. How about he moves out of his room, and I take his. It's a compromise. Well, he hated the idea. "But where will I put my stuff?" "The same thing you did to all mine." "But you hardly have anything." Now that one hurt, that asshole. To hell with that. He suggested I take Amy's room. Hah, Mom chimed in for me on that one "It's pink." Anyway, we were sort of shouting by that point, and Mom disappointingly said "ok, just stop talking about it. I don't want to hear anything more." Mom, you hurt me there. Ouch, mama.
Anyway, that's why I hate my little brother. He has essentially taken over the entire top floor (Amy's room is/was his claymation room, which is no longer used). All that's left is my parent's room, which I'm sure if he whined hard enough he could get that one too. I swear, that kid does not see things from other people's points of view. PLUS he's a brat. Tonight Mom asked me to clear off this fold-up table in Andy's room that had a bunch of stuff from the kitchen, because we were taking the table to Thanksgiving. I said sure, and I'll ask Tony (who was watching TV downstairs on the couch aka his bed). "But I'm tired..." ARRRGH Fuck you Tony. Fuck you in the ass, you lazy asshole bastard fucktard. Go to hell, I hate you hate you hate you Tony.
So here's my plan. The day I come home from college this summer, I'm gonna bring a bunch of boxes into his room, and put EVERYTHING into boxes. I'm gonna clear his shelves, his everything. See how he likes it.
That'll do it for me.
So long!
Adam
P.s. I hate you Tony.
On 2004-11-23 at 11/23/2004 01:04:00 AM...
I better write about my weekend before it's all forgotten to the wonderful time that is Thanksgiving (which unbeknownst to me ALWAYS occurs on Thursday).Friday! Rufus came to Bloomington and we went to a free show at the WIUS radio station. The first band, called Mime i think, really sucked. The singer just kinda mumbled...it sounded like he was trying to imitate jim morrison and failing miserably. The next band, The Tribute was awesome. I had actually met 2 of the guys in that band at a party last week, buty they were too drunk to remember me. We left after that, not really interested in the third band. We got something to eat and left for Anderson. Got to sleep around 4. Tomorrow was gonna be a long day.
Saturday! Rufus and I left around 2:30 for duh duh duh duh duh THE PIXIES in DETROIT ROCK CITY. Rufus drove all the way there while I navigated. The trip there was mostly uneventful, we made it averaging about 80 mph so were were making good time. The only real snag was fucking Fort Wayne and there "Lansing-thru taffic take 469" which took us around fort wayne because of what they called construction. We got there about an hour early, so we walked around a bit, took some pictures of the Fox Theatre and stuff, then went inside. The first band, The Datsons, played for a little over half hour. I didn't really care for them too much. They were really a heavy metal, an 80's hair band without the hair (except the bassist--he had really long hair, like girl length). Then duh duh duh duh i wanna grow up to be be a debasser THE PIXIES! And oh man, they were everything I hoped they would be. They opened with "Wave of Mutilation," but I was kinda worried because they played it really slowly, and I was like "Oh no they've gotten all old and can't rock anymore. But oh boy no I was wrong. Next was "In Heaven (The Girl in the Radiator Song)." I was soo surprised they played that, and I almosts crapped my pants. Next was "Here Comes Your Man," they're pop song..haha. I don't remember the rest exactly, but hot damn it was awesome. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and more and more and more.:::::::::::Rufus drove us out of Detroit to a Taco Bell, we filled ourselves enough to fart the whole way home. After Taco Bell I took the wheel and drove all the way back (and wooo for me for figuring out the cruise control). THere was almost no one on the road at all. We decided to fuck Fort Wayne and their "take 469" bullshit, and found out that the "construction" was only about 300 feet of them putting up those sound-prevention walls. No need at all to go around Fort Wayne, so fuck you Fort Wayne. About halfway between Fort Wayne and Muncie, I was driving behind some truck around 80 and a cop pulls out right behind that truck. I fuckin slowed down to the speed limit, 45 mph, because it was a damn construction zone. I felt really sorry for that guy though. Going 35 over in a construction zone. He probably got away with a warning because there was no one on the road, but still it totally sucked. We got home around 3:30, and slept wooo. Awesome day.
Sunday, I had lunch at wing-on with Tony and Rufus, and I kinda hung around Rufus' until we left around 6. Rufus's friend Zach came too. I treated them to "food" at Wright, omg. I told Zach and Rufus to get whatever they wanted because it was "free" and by free I meant I had a ton of meal points and would cover it. Well, he misunderstood and just kinda walked out of the food court with the food without paying. They left, and Rufus called back because he got lost, fuckin made a wrong turn out of the parking lot.
Now I'm home. whoppee...I kinda almost want to stay in Bloomington for the break with friends and all that, like I'd be at IU with no responsibility then here with no responsibiltiy. It's all good though.
Funny thing, I was watching "The Walkman" on Letterman tonight, and the lead singer was wearing the Pixies shirt I am wearing right now that I got at the concert.
And that'll do it for me. Super long post, but I just had to say it all.
So long!
Adam
Acupicture2! updated fricken again baby yeah!
On 2004-11-15 at 11/15/2004 01:05:00 AM...
How do you describe the best weekend ever? Well, it goes a little somethign like this:Friday
Last class of the day was my cs lab, which this time painfully easy, and I was out in under an hour. I came back to the dorm, watch a few episodes of Rocko's Modern Life, and probably slept from 3-6. I was waken up abruptly by Dave, who said it was coffey night. Someone on the floor made coffee, espresso, tea, and such for anyone who wanted it. It was fun just sitting around talking with everyone, and it was especially good cos some of the people who don't usually come to floor stuff came out too. So the rest of the night was spent with my fellow over-caffeinated floormates complaining about the pacer game. I also finished reading Shopgirl.
Saturday. I woke up around 2, watched IU lose, and went with Kolski to play football behind the ed building with some of his friends. Haha, yeah, i'm not much of a football player, but i DID catch several passes, many of which were touchdowns. I also had some good punt returns, one was a touchdown. I'm still sore from all that. Did I mention it was tackle? Later, we went to mama bear's pizza....mmmm.....
Later that night Kolski and i went to a party in teh commons. Hot damn that was fun. What made it so good wasn't the shitty keystone-ice beer, it was the winning the reigning champs at beer pong and beign 2-0 for the night, it wasn't even all the hottie girls there, but it was that they played probably an hour of weezer, and everyone EVERYONE was just screaming the words to all the songs. It was so awesome. I also go to know the people in The Tribute, which was pretty cool. Few hours and a taco bell stop later, night was over, and a good sleep happened.
Sunday
The day of rest, sorta. Woke up around 1, went to wright for lunch, played some guitar with Ed, ate lunch with Ed, 2 people from highschool, and later kolski and his brother. Watched the Colts kick some major ass, finished my cs homework, at at McD's with floor people (omg i hate so much today), and pretty much spent the rest of the night doing Calc2 homework (blah 3 hours or so), talking on aim (same 3 hour block), and doing laundry (ran out of undies).
Ok, so it's not all terribly intersting, but FRICKEN WEEZER MAN! Not rap, not r&b, WEEZER. hot damn!
that'll do it for me. I'm so sore, so I think another tylonel and sleep are in order.
So long!
Adam
Acupicture2! UPDATED bang wow!
On 2004-11-13 at 11/13/2004 03:44:00 AM...
This week was about as average a week I've had so far, which is kind of a weird statement.Well, no, it really wasn't average.
I had to write my first paper of the year, so naturally I waited until the night before it was due to write the 5-page monster. It really wasn't too bad of a paper, especiallly since it's for my linguistics class. The teacher basically said "I know you aren't linguists, and I know you're not necesarilly writers, so we won't be grading too harshly." So yeah, I mean I would consider it an average paper, but, of course, the introduction kicked ass. I write killer introductions.
I've been slacking just a little in the homework department, but nothing dangerous. Just lazy, I guess. I also need to get back in a running schedule. Damn myself.
It's almost 4am, and the only reason I'm up is that there was a floor-sponsored coffee talk. It was pretty cool, except the espresso and the coffee I drank are depriving me of sleep. Luckily I slept from 3-6 this afternoon.
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That's enough for now.
Acupicture2! has been updated. Freak out.
So long!
Adam
On 2004-11-09 at 11/09/2004 02:15:00 PM...
Kurtis took me home this weekend, which was very cool. I saw The Incredibles with Jessica, Sasha, and Kayley, and some ball state people. Yeah, everyone needs to see that movie. Fucking-A.After that we went to ball state and went to their "Late Night" thing, where they had free pizza, pop, DDR, dancing, Bowling, frisbees, and omg....WAX HANDS!
Sunday, Kurtis, Caitlin and I saw Incubus here at IU. The concert was ok...they are a little too alternative for my taste, but I had a good time.
Butters came and made a college visit today. He went to my CS class and my linguistics class, both in which I dozed off a little. heh
Today is pretty intense. I already had a quiz for Calc2, next I have a spanish test, and then I have to write a 5 page paper for tomorrow. I kinda feel like shit today. I'm not getting as much sleep as I want (i know, 7 hours is more than enough...but...). This paper is my first paper I've written this year, which I find impressive. Of course, I'm going to have to take an intensive writing course eventually, but hey...i can handle that.
I'm going to leave with a quote from my CS class:
Teacher: "When you close the port to the file, Scheme automatically flushes all data into that file."
Student: "Oh, so it's like java?"
Teacher: "Actually, java is like Scheme."
IN YOUR FACE JAVA!