The quality level category of todays post: shit. I am going through a manic phase right now. I have all this nervous energy. I am stuck at home doing laundry and this is my outlet. I think the DSMV 4 or whatever release it is on now doesn’t specify a mania disorder, only bipolar disorder or category two depression which specifies mania followed by depression. I think their attitude is even if you only seem to get manic phases, you will eventually get the depression at some point. My prof kept stressing that disorders are only disorders if they prevent regular life function. I don’t even know where I’m going with this anymore. (BTW: I have enough psychology courses to minor in it. That’s what happens when you are in undergraduate for seven years. It feels like I’ve taken everything. I am not proud of this in the slightest. Abnormal Psychology was the fun one.)

Laundry Day = a ton of updates on Xanga.

I am going to yell at whoever took my clothes out of the washing machine 2 minutes before I got there if I catch them taking out my clothes that are now in the dryer. I know there is exactly 20 minutes left in the cycle because I am timing on my stopwatch. I will be up there a minute or two before it finishes and if someone is taking my clothes out before they are done…….. HULK SMASH…. well maybe just a dirty look and some attitude. I am annoyed my freshly washed clothes were left on the table just because I was 2 minutes late. grrrr. I know their wash cycle is going to finish 20 minutes before my dryer….

Was such a mistake to pick up my phone tonight. I promised to call back. Damnit.

Procrastinating… I successfully did this without cheating…. and I did this three times under four seconds. Don’t believe me? I’ve got the screen shots to back it up. My skills are jedi like.

It takes me way too long to get going in the morning if I check this page. I should stop (I just wrote “I am going to” and backspaced it) and limit it to later in the day. I can’t help it, I enjoy my little ritual of putting on good music (today it was Fountains of Wayne) having my breakfast and coffee and checking the pages I’ve subscribed to. I should learn just to head straight for the shower and check after I get some work done…

Ate a lot of pizza today. FREE PIZZA! Pizza boys are good friends to have. Especially ones from “Pizza Pizza”. At this particular franchise they have a “40 minutes or it’s free” policy. They also have a satisfaction guaranteed policy. As a by-product of these policies they tend to get all the cheap ass customers who try to scam free food (this includes a lot of University students). Anyway, whenever this guy has an order that a customer refused to pay for and he is in the area, he knocks on my door and voila! Free pizza. It actually gets ridiculous sometimes the amount I get. Sometimes I throw a fair amount of it out. My freezer just isn’t that big. He brings me the left over slices in the counter machine at the end of the day when he knows I’m at work sometimes too (around 4am). Besides this very cool benefit, Pizza boys have the *best* stories. Especially when they deliver in the University area. I am not sure how much of it to believe but man… if random sexual encounters are your thing, then this is the career for you. He really does put up with a lot of bullshit though. You can just imagine what it’s like dealing with drunk students. My slice preparation: I reheat and then dump a bunch of BBQ sauce on it Soooo Yummy!! mmmmmm. BBQ sauce on pizza is amazing.

Things are eerily quiet on the situation I’m going to have to deal with eventually. *sigh* In 8 days…

2025 me here: Looks like the quiz link in this post is dead. There were some other broken link images in this post that are missing too. Also redid a “what molecule are you quiz?” for fun: “You’re Teflon! Most things don’t bother you, in fact they roll right off your back. You are tough but also useful, and people know they can depend on you. You are a mighty chain of carbon atoms completely surrounded by fluorine atoms, which is pretty solid.” Lame. Water was better.

Ok, I’m breaking down and putting a quizilla quiz up. As a former Bio student I found this one irresistible. It was on Sarahndipidee‘s site (watch out, she’s an enzyme) who got it from w00tstock’s site who probably got it somewhere else too.

You are water. You’re not really organic; you’re neither acidic nor basic, yet you’re an acid and a base at the same time. You’re strong willed and opinionated, but relaxed and ready to flow. So while you often seem worthless, without you, everything would just not work. People should definitely drink more of you every day.

Which Biological Molecule Are You?

Apparently water listens to depressing alternative or indie rock, and is concerned about the overburdening of the ecosystem. I resent that appearing worthless line.

Looks like an eclectic post day. Check this out though, it is beyond awesome: David_Suzuki Clips Look at the hair in clip three!! HAHAHahaa! If I had time I would watch all of these. I love this man.

Oh baby! I just heard a wicked track. By Atmosphere, a remake of a teenage favorite; White Zombie’s – More Human Than Human. That just made my day! Added that one and three others to my player.

A private post I wrote earlier, I have nothing better in me right now so I will just make it public. I don’t even know if it’s true, I was just thinking and exploring my situation a little.

I have breaking points. They aren’t soft declining borders, they are sharply defined cliffs. I can be pushed to a certain point and everything will be fine. There won’t be any warning signs, if there are they will be very subtle. Then one small nudge will cause something to snap inside of me and everything will change. The response doesn’t have to be rage, it can be indifference. A large enough slight or a consecutive sequence of small slights up to my magical spot will trigger an internally satisfying dropping of you out of my consciousness like a rock off of a cliff. I think this is probably fairly abnormal. I don’t know. This response was triggered in me last week. I know I am tearing a young woman up inside through the reception of her pained email. If this was a power struggle it would be clear I won. I don’t look at it like that though, I don’t want to hear her plead and beg for reconcile, I just don’t want to hear from her. Does she deserve my icy wrath? Hard to say… I am not capable of being objective right now and am barely thinking of her. When the response is rage…. I know in those extremely rare situations I am capable of throwing everything away because there is no ego, it is all id, and the id is visceral and doesn’t care about consequences. I do know that I have an enormous pool of patience. Seemingly endless…. keep pushing me though…. I don’t even know when I’ll cross over… Stress definitely brings my thresholds down.

It’s coming. Nov 26th. (The last Friday of November)

2025 me here: Looks like there were more old photos here that are missing now.

I was drinking from the happy cup today. It didn’t seem to help much. *end scene*

After that little bit of stupidness… What a total rollercoaster day. I went from really low, to methamphetamine level high (caffeine, power bar and hardcore techno aided.) then back down again. My already volatile situation was exasperated by a female in my life who definitely has an undiagnosed case of borderline personality disorder. I am tired of picking up the phone just to hang it up. Everything is in total chaos right now. Strangely, I am kind of enjoying it. I am like heat shock protein 27. I thrive when the system becomes stressed.  (I was trying hard to think of a good metaphor or simile for “I thrive under the harshest conditions” but that, sadly was my best.)

I am strong and powerful. I see through your false presence, I see clearly and deeply into your heart with ease. You are filled with insecure greed and self-doubt. You are dying. I am alive and strong and you will not strike me down. I am superior and will fight for the truth. Look down on me, I feel no need to acknowledge your insignificant artificial smugness. When I am roused I am a entity so powerful I can change this world with my will alone. What I know would shatter all the schemas in your mind and leave you sobbing like a child. I will wake the hypocrites, I will lead the revolution. I will destroy your religion and show you that your god is dead. I will not weaken and I will not stop.

This culture is sick.

I’ve adapted to it though. We all have. The human brain is marvelous. I am going through life constantly stimulating it with a steady stream of electronic sensory input. TV and computer screens. Music. Video Games. We are a very small step from cutting out all actual flesh and blood person to person interaction. I could pull it off. After graduation, coding as a job from home. grocery deliveries, electronic banking, Internet and telephone for social satisfaction, porn for sexual gratification. It would be sick but I would adapt. You would too. It feels good to have my TV cable unhooked. Tearing and breaking my connection to the Internet would be a lot more painful. I am a Computer Science student.. I could do it though…. maybe.

I tore up the $300 birthday cheque my parents mailed me a few weeks ago. Everytime I glanced at my table where it lay I internally debated cashing it. I could have bought new clothes with it, new gadgets, more meaningless crap to fill my life. It felt intensely satisfying tearing it up. I am surviving on my own. My body is younger and stronger than my dads. That cheque represented labour he had done. They may not realize that there is an extra $300 in their account but I am glad there is. They have given me enough. I need to get my act together and put myself in a position to help them. My dad grew up on a northern lake. I think it is his secret dream to get that cabin back……

Another update? Why the hell not. I just wanted to post that the onion has really choice material this week. Better than usual, and their usual is pretty damn good.

The best song will never get sung. The best life never leaves your lungs. So good, you won’t ever know. I never hear it on the radio. Can’t hear it on the radio.

2025 me here: There was a broken link to an image here. I’m guessing it was a reference to the lyrics above from Wilco – The Late Greats. It’s still a jam.

I hate this post. I just wrote one for tomorrow. It is much better.

Frozen land Frozen minds Frozen hands and Frozen time. Cause Everything moves real slow when it’s forty below. S.O.C.I.A.L.I.S.M. is here to stay. S.O.C.I.A.L.I.S.M. is the only way.  

To commemorate this horrible cold weather I added Sam Roberts – The Canadian Dream to my music box. The fact that it is only -6 out and that this is going to get much much worse before it gets any better is so depressing. I really froze on my bike ride home from work. 

MMMmmmmmm. Sssooooo yummy! I finally restocked my hazelnut cream coffee supply today (and sugar and cream). I have been living off of instant sludge and on-campus brew for a couple weeks now. As I brewed my first cup and smelt that dark, creamy, succulent hazelnut aroma the pleasure centres in my brain absolutely erupted. Ohhhhh sooo good.  I just drank the first cup. Ecstasy. All it needed was some chocolate. Maybe next time I will mix in a few chocolate beans before I grind.

At work…. my peon is doing my bidding away from the desk so I finally have access to my sweet sweet internet. I am tracking him on the security cameras. haha. He is about halfway through the task I gave him. Daboo? ZugZug. Crud-muffins, he is further than I realized. Will have to let this thought hang. 

 

Finally a moment to breathe. What a whirlwind life has been lately. There’s been a small positive change in my life in general. I can see a little ray of light penetrating through the mountain of deadlines and expectations crushing me. Maybe I am finally past the bottom of the valley and starting to ascend. The special lecture I attended yesterday, “Gender, Lies and Video Games: The Truth About Females and Computing” was not what I expected. It was given by a wrinkly old prune of a woman who I’m sure has never ever played a video game in her entire life. I was expecting a talk on the female image in video games and discussion on this. Maybe even a slideshow with a Dead or Alive girl or two. (I had way too much fun making this image below ).

2025 me here: What could this missing image have been?

There was none of this. It was all about how to encourage more women to enter into Computer Science and Engineering. So boring and all common sense.  A discussion on how the portrayals of women in Video Games impacted society would have been so much more fun and interesting. Anyway it was a packed house and filled with old people (it was a memorial lecture, so I think a lot of them were family of the deceased.). So annoying that I wasted my time on it.

In other news, I just woke up and am starving. There is no food here. I guess I should finally go do groceries. I am training at work tonight again… I think I will just go sleep in the break room all night and make my peon do everything. So… not a whole lot different from last night…

Another grueling day topped off with…. the training of a new flunkee at work tonight. I loathe training shifts. No Xanga for me. Looks like nobody loved me today anyway. C’est la vie.

Room 1059 Spencer Engineering Building at 1pm, there is going to be a talk on gender issues in video games by a Princeton PHD. I’m skipping my networking class to be there. They actually moved my class for this special presentation (It’s a comfortable room, theater style). My prof wouldn’t say what it was about on Wednesday, I think he secretly wants to go and doesn’t want to loose half his class to it. (He does a lot of development coordination in the realm of 3D gaming.) This should be a fun talk. These are two areas I am very familiar with. (When I was living with my girlfriend? she was writing her masters thesis on gender issues, so I am a hardened veteran of these types of debates, always forced into taking the side of the sexist, oppressive man.)

A long day. Mentally draining. Mellow music required. I think my dreams may have died 3 years ago but I keep refusing to believe it… Everyone seems to have such faith in me. I probably come off as quiet and capable, on top of everything, in control. I have major internal turmoil though. I really need to graduate this summer… my family expects it… So braindead. I don’t think there is a good post in me tonight. I wish I had my own personal Thai masseuse.

Chilly out. I think my winter coat is now a permanent fixture. The first snow melted but it will be back very soon. A pretty mundane day. I screwed the cable back into my idiot box tonight (cable comes free with my rent). It’s been a couple weeks… I never missed it. I was tempted by a televised Raptors game. I can’t stand the pervasive mindworms that come on every 5 minutes. I hate them. Why do people put up with it…. I’m cold. Listened to The White Stripes and Zwan today. I’m still sick of Elephant, the Zwan album was great though. Randomness. TV thoughts. I’m unscrewing it again. I would rather listen to music and my mind.

A photo of me in my glasses? Alright, here’s one titled “The Moose“.

2025 me here: Not knowing where these old pictures went is a bummer.

I don’t usually wear my glasses even though I should. I am barely legal to drive without them. I didn’t need them until age 21, so I am still kind of resistant to using them on a regular basis. I like putting them on in lecture or the computer labs though, it is still a novelty.

Ok, you  unbelievers… I caught it sneaking up behind me. Then I managed to get a close up.

WAH WAH WAAAAAHHHHH. He looks a lot less sinister in the day time doesn’t he? (It’s Meowth from Pokemon. I guess he just couldn’t resist playing with it while I was at work) Thank you to Meghan_to_the_max and Sarahndipidee for giving me the reaction I was looking for. Hee hee.

Goodnight.

BEing drunk feels soooo good. ALtered states are fun once and while… :p Drunk Xanga commenting! Episode 5 not as good, I want to be in a land where no one works. My Mp3’s kick ass.

Kino’s Travels episode four was particularly beautiful. This is an amazing series. Poetic and satisfying. On to episode five and my second beer. 😉

Emerging from a storm of stress, exams and assignments battered and bruised… but relieved. Tonight, I relax! Total slothness. Tomorrow I will gear up again. Slept all day, in pajamas still, drinking a beer. I realized something tonight. I REALLY miss watching anime!! I was looking for a good anime webring to join (one typically not filled with teenie boppers) with zero luck. Maybe I will start my own, one for 20 pluses only. Any suggestions for a name? I am going to watch some Kino’s Travels now.. so overdue. I deserve this so much.

Some information came to light on those extra images today… You know… ahhh nevermind.. I’ll post it later. (ooo the suspense!) I love Al Gore

Someone is messing with me… I think. I don’t know. Tomorrow things should be back to a semblance of normal for better or worse. What am I rambling about?

I leave my webcam and computer on all the time. There is a little button on the top of it that if you press it takes a picture. The software automatically names the pictures “Picture1.gif”, “Picture2.gif” etc, incrementally like that. I had five or so pictures stored in the default picture folder that the camera directs the saved pictures to. I was looking at them today… flirting with the idea of putting another one up. The last time I used the camera here are the results… see, that’s my apartment and an unshaven me, all in focus, all normal, nothing special (It’s labelled Picture5.gif). But the very next picture was this, note that it is totally out of focus, it is definitely my apartment though. I didn’t remember taking it but whatever, maybe I forgot it was in there (labelled Picture6.gif)….and finally, labelled Picture7.gif…. this one!!! WTF is that?!!!? I checked the time stamps of when the pictures were last modified/created. It was 4:13am last night while I was at work… I don’t know what to think of that…  My reality is so messed up right now. I don’t have any roommates in case you are wondering… Does someone have a key to my place? Does that have anything to do with the scratching I hear at night sometimes? Does it look like a face to you too?