My heart goes out to the terminally ill that have to live in perpetual pain. I’m glad I am out of the house and at work now because my thoughts were drifting to the pair of pliers in my closet a little too often.

Ok, last one. I really wouldn’t want to lose my girlfriend to someone named Astounding Man. Looks like Supe isn’t worried though.

2025 me here: I think the missing link was an out of context old Superman’s Girl Friend Lois Lane comic panel. Probably a funnier one than below, but you get the idea.

It was a rough day. I had major insomnia last night stemming from my seemingly infected tooth and stubborn refusal to take ibuprofen. I didn’t sleep at all and Thursday is my major day of classes. Seven or eight hours of lecture. I had some minor in-class triumphs and talked to some new people through my exhausted state, massive migraine and periodically exploding tooth. By the time I arrived home this evening I was rubbing my head and practically staggering. I know I need to see the dentist but I just paid my second term tuition bill and January rent. Brokeified.

It is no secret why I received 13 comments or so today/yesterday, my most since the day after the U.S. election  (by the way, I still puzzle about why I received my all-time high that day. I haven’t even come close to that number of hits since. My bitter rant must have been linked by a popular Liberal who felt my pain.) Anyway instead of physical pacing, I went through a mental pacing exercise of commenting on practically all of the 1979 webring from 3 to 4am. Some of the comments were kind, some were smarmy and condescending, some were funny and the rest were probably nonsensical.

I’m putting another one up because I absolutely love them. Lois is always marrying something.

My tooth still hurts. Not acute anymore but still enough to make life a little unpleasant. Now that an article (intestine/stomach damage from long term use) has confirmed my fears on my coping mechanism ibuprofen, I’m worried. I’ve decided to really cut back and tough it out more. I did a lot of pacing today.

The Canadian rapper and MuchMusic darling, K-Os was at the bar/nightclub “The Drink” tonight (worst bar name ever?). I would have liked to go however, I don’t have a posse of wiggas to surround myself with and make me comfortable enough to attend. Even though I probably listen to more rap music than is healthy,  hip-hop culture doesn’t permeate into any other aspects of my life. I am more at home with a small venue indie rock artist. I feel alright at punk shows too. The drink probably isn’t the best venue for him anyway, I would rather see him in a place like the now defunct “The Shot” (not affiliated with The Drink). I hope the turnout was good though, he deserves it.

In case
anyone was wondering, my relationship has once again entered an
indefinite long distance phase. Merle’s gone back to Metropolis.

I named my mini ipod Luna because she is a beautiful and elegant moon silver. I love Luna. We’re best friends forever. Those white ear bud headphones that came with Luna that you see on all those stupid dancing ipod commercials are super shitty quality. I replaced them with a pair of really nice Koss ear muff headphones that block out outside noise and have a lifetime warranty (I got them for Christmas too). They work really well, I’m going to be run over any day now.

I’ve had less than three hours sleep for the last three or four days and just took a sleeping pill. I wonder if I’ll see any daylight tomorrow. Goodnight.

I’m at work and I’ve been silently contemplating my Xanga habits for the last few minutes. Trying to decide if I should pull back a little, post a little less often. I get the impression quality suffers with daily posts. Maybe if I posted only two to three times a week, it would be more interesting and more of a treat for my subscribers. I feel this way about a few of the pages I’m subbed to and get excited when I see these names rise to the top on my subscription menu with an update. I enjoy the daily updaters too but I suppose absence does make the heart grow fonder.

I feel I can only handle about 10 active subscriptions because I do like to take the time and completely read and consider everything I’m subbed to and leave decent comments. I’m over this number now and am reluctant to unsubscribe from anyone. I like the nice flavour array of writers that I’m subbed to. I had a system for a while where I would write whatever I felt like all day privately and at midnight, reread and make public what I liked from it. Maybe I’ll go back to that.

At a University library, have some time before my next class. Was up all night at work. Came from a lecture that ended an hour early since it was the first of the year. Heavily caffeinated. I have a much different personality when I am exhausted and running on artificial energy. Much more brazen and forward. I don’t pay any mind to that little voice that stops me from voicing my opinions forcefully and boldly opening conversations with people I have always wanted to. I don’t make an effort to hide my Xanga page here at the library. The girl beside me took an extra long look at my page before she left, I wonder if she has one or has seen this page. There is something lost in the translation between my stream of consciousness and writing complete coherent sentences here. Especially in the dream like twitchy swaggering state I’m in now.

Steps to break Procrastination.

(1) Get a coffee. Take it to the task you want to get done and drink it there. Don’t drink it while doing something else.

(2) Take 10 minutes off and meditate. Deep breathing in a comfortable
position, trying to let go of consciosness as well as you can.

(3) Stretching. The neck and choulders for five to ten minutes.

At work. Bored and unmotivated.

There is a library here full of donated books from the residents of the building. I have felt like reading this weekend so I perused the selection for the umpdredth time. The selection isn’t good. Lots of crud. Biographies of people I don’t care about, inappropriate self-help books, old history and travel, disposable eighties fiction, Patricia Cromwell’s catalog. Sometimes I find a rare gem though. I picked up and read Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes out of there. I’ve gone though all the John Grisham stuff. His books remind me of summer blockbusters, entertaining and quick but ultimately hollow. The best I could find tonight was Stephen King’s Rose Madder. bleah. I like his short stories best but I tire of him a little in longer books. I’ll give it a go I suppose.

I discovered you can play chess through MSN messenger today. If anyone wants to play sometime tonight (10pm-5am EST) go online in messenger and send me an email and your hotmail address, I’ll add you as a contact and we can play.

(1) Eat Better

(2) Read great material in silence.

(3) Collect inspiring materials that remind you of who you are and what you need to do. -meditation technique -stretching technique -organization procedures -how to maintain order

(4) Exercise regularly

(5) Keep things clean

(6) Get more acomplished at work, establish a routine where most things are completed in the first half of the shift. How to do this, avoid pitfalls.

Hello. How’s your head?

I’m ok, I only had one drink last night, vodka and blue curacao mixed with some fruit juices. Yummy and over priced.

This last week was the cat’s pajamas. Nothing academic or xangic was attended to. Ten straight days off of work were booked. I lived as an unabashed hedonist and loved it. Now that I return, this page looks a little dark and unfriendly. I associate it with stressful times.

I spent the week with my girlfriend and we slipped back into our familiar roller coaster style relationship. It was mostly wonderful but there was a pretty spectacular taint that started out with an innocent coffee shop discussion and climaxed with me yelling the best profanity and breaking an umbrella on the sidewalk of St. George street. Cold rain is the perfect environment for anger. That was the big lowlight. As expected nothing has changed between us, volatile and unpredictable as ever. Another minor lowlight was that despite all the time I put into making book lists of what I really wanted to read, no one gave me a single one for Christmas.

Highlights included sledding down the largest and steepest slopes on the University in the middle of the night. Bowling with friends and taking last place in every single game. Arcade fun. Paying to see The Incredibles at 4:40pm then sneaking into The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou at 6:45pm, later going to eat delicious Prince Albert diner food downtown. (random thought: it is possible to get a prince albert for your zissou)  Trying to come up with a plausible explanation as to why I am receiving a mysterious package from South Korea containing Milhouse and Ralph Wiggum figures (and trying to hide my excitement at receiving it). Getting a chance to finally use my Simpsons chess set a bunch of times. Getting a MINI IPOD from my parents!!! Woohoooo!!!!! Oh baby, I love that gift. I am such a spoiled rotten brat for Christmas. I really have no right to complain about not getting books with the haul I brought in. My gifts were awesome too. If you are exchanging with me you better bring your A game cause even though I may not have a lot of money I’m not going to give crap. I suppose breaking my four month abstinence streak was a highlight too… actually the time after that one was more of a highlight. And Napoleon Dynamite’s dance skit. Haha. On the DVD commentary they said he freestyled it. LOL!!!

sidenote: I claimed the Ms.Pacman high score at Ace Arcade yesterday on my first and only game. I am a pacman child prodigy. I was given an Atari 2600 and the game as a wee child. My pac skillz are unrivaled in all the land. Did you know that those ghosts all have separate little brains and different strategies for catching you? I’m a Bubble Bobble gangsta too. There’s no school like the old school. I get the urge to throttle those Dance Dance Revolution geeks who have memorized the fastest songs and stomp away like they’re wild rhinos on fire.

sidenote #2: I loved the Life Aquatic. Disregard the negative critics. It is worth it just to see Willem Dafoe’s Klaus character alone. Bill Murray’s a little hit and miss in it, still good though. Napolean Dynamite was funny too. Offbeat. My girlfriend hated it. I like to associate people with styles of movies so I can say “That’s an Evan movie” for something like American Pie (Evan’s a friend) or “That’s a Merle movie.” for something like Chocolat. I wouldn’t object if someone said The Life Aquatic and Napoleon Dynamite are my type of movies.

sidenote #3: On my first shift back I received a phone call from a terrified babysitter at 1:30am from the top floor of the manor house (I work at a condo complex that has a main building and an old Victorian manor house split into three condos). She wanted to know if there was anyone above them because it sounded like there were footprints on the ceiling or movement coming from inside the walls. I assured her it was just a squirrel that ventured in through the eaves. I know better though. It never stops at that place.

sidenote #4: Did anyone miss me?