Five days without an update?! There go all my hopes and dreams.
But it's Saturday! I have time!
I'm warning you in advance - the following is a collection of too many random thoughts. It's long, weird, and boring, and you'll probably pass out after the first sentence.
Here we go!
That all-too-familiar process of life on lazy days.
- Wake up.
- Bolt to computer. Curse the human race when you find Vista won't connect to the wired network.
- Worry about lost time as you restart the machine to rectify the problem.
- Load slow-ass OS. Load Outlook. Load GAlert. Check all e-mail. Check 5 forums. Check LiveJournal. Check Google News.
- No new messages.
- Go to class.
- Immediately after class, frantically check e-mail via phone.
- No new messages.
- Eat food and check phone for messages.
- RECEIVE MESSAGE!!!!
- Send stern, clipped, and annoyed reply: You're currently overwhelmed with the pressures of X and you can't be expected to respond at the beck and call of just any individual. (Write e-mail reply, then save to drafts to send later.)
- RECEIVE MESSAGE!!!!
(Note: I don't actually do the last bullet. When I get messages, I respond in a heartbeat, lest my life be unfulfilled.)
Some people hate meeeeee
...and that's all you need to know.
You know what I hate?
There are six or seven rows of computers in the computer science lab. Very few students - certainly enough room for people to move around. Flat-hair-on-face kid is sitting front and center (in front of me as well, since I'm in the second row) typing ANGRILY on his keyboard in some programming language completely unrelated to the class. I wouldn't have so much beef if he weren't being so OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD with his keystrokes, especially WHILE the TA is trying to present his lecture.
You know what else I hate?
People who use key commands like crazy people. You know what I mean.
<ALT>+<TAB> kid probably learned the key combination in his 6th grade keyboarding class from the drug-dealing, held-back 7th grader with the hunting knife hidden in his hair. By his freshman year in college, he can tap <ALT>+<TAB> SO FAST and SO LOUD it'll induce vertigo and car-sickness. That means he's using the command at every opportunity, flashing between programs in a needlessly excessive manner and making me want to yank at his collar so he falls back in his chair and cracks his skull. (NO MERCY)
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE.
Suddenly he discovers, lo and behold, more shortcuts exist. KILL ME NOW.
He's snapping up Open… and Save… dialog boxes, Closing documents and Quitting programs JUST BECAUSE HE CAN.
When you're sitting alone and everything around you is quiet, what do you think about?
When you enter a room and you're looking for a seat, do you look at other people? What do you see? What do you hear? Are you looking for darting eyes, for flashes of hair? For dark skin or light skin or smiles or scowls? For men? For women? For anybody? What do you see when you look at people? Do you feel drawn in? Do you feel connected? Do you feel alone and desperate to find a way in? Maybe you're not desperate, maybe you're just that outside observer, floating in the atmosphere, connected only by your mind to a world you think you understand perfectly. You believe you're the only one, that your thoughts wash over reality in a way that trumps the light of every other human being.
After all, you're the one sitting alone.
I won't write my answers to these questions. No doubt I'd completely freak you out.
But I'm interested to hear how you might respond.
Erik and I finished Trigun today. What an awesome series. I watched with the dub, of course. It's interesting to hear Johnny Yong Bosch circa 1999-2000 as compared to the more recent Wolf's Rain. Only thing I couldn't stand was the music under the closing credits of each episode. WHAT WAS THAT? Some horrible attempt at cowboy western? Sounded like a cat caught in an escalator.
Knowing Vash exists (as a character -- I'm not that out of touch with reality) validates my existence.
Also completed viewing #57183 of the Cowboy Bebop series with a friend! I'm methodically growing my army of dub-lovers! BWAAHAHAAHAH!!!
I continue to address a weekly list of To Dos. Every weekend I tell myself I'm going to enhance my acting skills (PRIMARY LITERATURE), keep up with the drawing practice, write like there's no tomorrow, finish all my upcoming assignments, make money, do a few loads of laundry, vacuum behind my laptop, photograph things, design some web pages, comb my hair, exercise, and stop brooding like it's something I'm qualified to do.
Calculus quiz on Monday. Ew. Virginia Woolf paper due Thursday. Gross. Still not actively pursuing life's passion. Failure.
Some division of my life's purpose must be to enjoy myself in whatever way I can for as long as I can. This narcissistic goal could be achieved by means of:
- Unrealistic/Dishonorable Methods:
- Launching into a never-ending drunken stupor. (Mr. Screwdriver! You look so... healthy!)
- Becoming an opium addict. (mmrrrmrmmmmmmmhrmmm)
- Winning the Lottery (YUS!)
- Realistic/Honorable Methods:
- Working hard (yeah, right) and remaining determined in my quest to fulfill aspirations.
- Staying organized on a week-to-week basis. (*twitch*)
- Not taking on too much at once. (boo)
- Personality modification. (because that's realistic. you moron.)
- Exercising. (PFFFFFTT)
Lately there has been an explosion of "memes" around the internet. I blame Leo Laporte. Anyway, I've been writing one for my Actor's Toolbox concerning general character development. It's sure to be some encapsulation of an old improv game, but that's okay. As long as it's useful. ^_^
I'm getting to the point where I feel like that loser who creates entire websites on his Mac devoted to his cat. (shh dont tell NE1!!)
That said, today I advanced my calendar to the month of February. I could take a picture of this event rather than describe my elation upon viewing the photo (no, it's not "Sizzling Firefighters", you jerk), but I'd rather drag you along for another few seconds.
The subject in this photograph stares at you with inescapable eyes. There's an air of cold. Breaths of burning heat. A powerful, attractive body postures itself. Tantalizing energy floats in the background.
I've finally configured BL5.NET with redundant name servers! This means if the main server ever goes down... uh... well, you still won't be able to access your websites... but... erm... the DNS system will still be in place...? =\
Okay so I'm working on more robust redundancy. I can't produce miracles in one day, people. Geeze.
You still reading, slick? You've got tons of stamina.
Oh, and LiveJournal? I hate you. I hate you and your stupid, inconsistent "Auto Save." I'll "Auto Save" your ass one of these days.
Wow. I just listened to someone on my floor totally lose his mind and scream bloody murder at his roommate, then at every other person on the floor. A real Class 3 situation (three resident assistants trying to rein him in).