Since no one in their right mind will be at the computer checking this later tonight, I wish all of you a safe and fun celebration. It's just another year passing, in my opinion. But it brings people together. Or something.
I'm going to play DDR tonight. My parents will no longer nag me about school. I have reasons to be happy and things to look forward to. And I'm in debt, but I'm going to change that.
Peace out, crackas of all shades.
You might cringe at the grades, but (at least from what I've been believing this entire time), I'm done with computer science. I'll talk with an advisor just to make sure.
But for now, I celebrate. Somehow. Kisses.
I've fulfilled a little dream of mine in buying a DLR-3P data cable which allows me to connect my cellphone (Nokia 6340i) to my computer.
I love this.
When I plugged the cable into the phone it said ‘Data accessory connected’.
My ringtone is no longer ‘The Buffoon’, as one of you have taken a liking to humming wence hearing my phone ring. I created the beginning melody of ‘Mothership Connection’, so George Clinton will always greet me when someone calls.
I can backup settings and text messages and stuff.
This is just so much fun. I'm lame.
And I think it's scarred me subconsciously into being generally untalkative, along with me generally not wanting to finish a thought if I'm interrupted.
Must try meditating.
I was out with AD and Corey tonight, to Barnes & Noble and Perkins. It was nice. More pleasant than expected, which means an excess of good vibes.
I'd never once talked to Corey in high school. In fact, I don't think I'd ever talked to her at all until two years ago. And I rarely see her, but tonight it seemed like she was a friend and not an acquaintenance. It probably had to do with tonight being just the three of us, and not all the other people that I generally see her with.
In short, you can only know someone when you talk to them without interruptions and distractions.
Timing can never be understated.
Delam barot tang shodeh. Sigh.
That's news to me, and it's kinda sad.
If I were an actor I'd be Philip Seymour Hoffman. Not by choice. He just has this pudgy, unrefined look that screams my name. He's a cool guy, though. Wouldn't be a bad thing. It's a good match, yes.
Jump roping is hard. I got in around 350 ‘reps’ all together. Tomorrow I'll try for 500. And I'll keep increasing. And in two weeks I'll get to a point where I can go for 15 minutes nonstop.
I'm going to buy a dance pad today, and hopefully a good pair of circulars that aren't connected by fishing line (because that makes knitting hell). I will also do some reading and writing. And maybe cross paths with Andrew, Mark, and AD. Oh, and do some research on Voice-over-IP. Because my next paycheck might come from doing contractual work for my dad's friend.
I would like a small wedding someday, but at the same time, there are a lot of people I would want to invite. And many more that would want to come, just because they've known me for like +20 years (and some are currently looking out for potential brides for me). My dad's friend (Azim uncle) already asked him about me, because uncle has two friends that are looking to get their daughters married. Great. But I think my dad declined the offer, for my sake. Rock.
Huntsville was fun. Not terribly exciting, but I'm glad I went. Much of the time there was spent between eating, playing Halo, and making prank calls.
Tanya bought me Dance Dance Revolution for PS2, which was extremely nice of her. She also baked me cookies. (Thanks again.)
Ride home was…dull. And then my parents got into lecture mode, which was overbearing at times. Nothing critical about me per se, but things that I either found no relevance to in any form or have heard at some point or another at least ten times. Too much to recall or distill. I love my parents, though. One way or another there'll be a sense of peace.
A snapshot of me now. Bad: shy; uninteresting; pessimistic; untalkative; slow thinker; low self-esteem. Good: good; caring; weird.
I have a feeling I won't sleep well tonight. I feel so off now. I'll never understand people.
It isn't enough to just exist and create. We've created a world where we worship a force much simpler than us. That makes us stupid in the end.
(On the subject of worship, I am removing any utterances of humans from prayer. Namely, Muhammad and Abraham. It's a blasphemous thing. People should realize this.)
Pay homage to Cedric and the gang on behalf of us. Stalk his high school teachers. Visit his mom.
In about 24 hours I'll forcibly be on my way to Huntsville, Alabama with the family to visit family. The trip will span 4 days.
At worst, I'll be clawing my eyes out and feel stressed. At best…I'll get lots of money, and maybe enjoy the days. We'll go church-hopping and eat fried chicken, because that's just about all there is in Huntsville, apparently.
I think I caught a slight cold at Amy's. The heater wasn't on for some time and my feet got quite cold even with socks and shoes. Maybe a physical ailment will cancel the trip…
Until Monday, then. Happy holidays.
I have something like a ziggurat in camoflauge covering my head. This might grow on me. Like a mystery, I unravel it. And wonder why I never bothered to check that the yarn is made of 100% wool…
‘Pumpkins do not, and shall never develop appendages akin to those possessed by humans’.
Jim Jones University wants you.
What type of spam email would you be? Include a From field, subject line, and, of course, message body. Put picture descriptions where appropriate. Please, no penis enlargers.
I'm obsessed with the following songs, which you'd benefit from listening to, I think:
– Grand Ulena: ‘Between Tholozan and Oleatha’
– Aesop Rock: ‘N.Y. Electric’, ‘The Greatest Pacman Victory in History’
Will work for money.
Oh, and if you know anyone that wants to buy good hand-knit scarves and caps, shove them my way!
I sorta see it as my last blast of summer
skateboards and sloppy psychadelics in big numbers
good times, good people
all airbrushed on a collapsible easel
peace man, easy
I hope it won't stay like this for the next two months.
Do you hear? Could you speak?
Being a good day and all, I am ending having returned from Return of the King, which was well done. Much better than Two Towers by far.
Hmm… I want to float away. Some ghosts cease to find their peace.
Seriously, go look and feel and breathe!
Stomach pains are all gone. Just took 24 hours of waiting.
Sleep is still needed. Two doses of maximum strength Nytol did little.
It's cool though.
I had some sort of dream that correlated knitting to how I positioned myself in bed. The more complex the knitting (by working on multiple things) the more I was uneasy lying down. It got to a point where I had to get out of bed so as to not go crazy. I went back in and focused instead on working on one thing at a time, and I was able to atleast lie there comfortably.
Maybe it's symbolic of something?
First ever visit to McKinley Health Center… check
High blood pressure three times in a row… check
Prescription of Prevacid… check
Stress… check
Tums… check
Nytol… check
Hope… check
Hmm… I might actually be developing a fever right now. My forehead seems hot. I should sleep now, but not at the cost of waking up at 4. Waking before the sun rises is depressing in winter.
I'll sleep by 10.
Tonight I'm going to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep. What else can I mix in to make sure I'm passed out?
It's nearing 5 AM.
Since 12:30, I've had a strange burning sensation at the top of my stomach, along with a discomfort spreading to my entire upperback now. Sleep was hell.
It wasn't until nearly an hour ago that I realized the burn could've been heartburn. How am I supposed to know? I've never had this feeling before. So I walk to the gas station and buy a bottle of Maalox. And it seems to help. (It doesn't help, nearing 5:45.)
Fuck Krannert food from now on.
This marks…the sixth or seventh night of restful sleep deprivation. Shoot me. Please. I hate this.