Here we are again. Me staring at you staring at me. It's a lovely cycle that we keep repeating, and often I find myself wondering why I keep coming back. Why do I feel beholden to this blog, compelled to externalize my internal thoughts and share them with the scant few who read this rag? It started as an exercise in narcissism, allowing me to put ( Read more... )

Good Lord, being me is a trying process. Sometimes, due to my lack of motivation, achievement, and overall zest for life, I wonder if I truly am burdened with a surplus of awesomeness, or whether that was just another lie that my parents told me ( Read more... )

Oh, blog. I miss you, too. But stop pestering me. I'll update you when exams are done.

Now stop. You're a terrible influence.

I've realized there are a lot of people out there exactly like me, and I'm glad that I've only met a few of them. I don't think I could stand too much of myself.

Sometimes I find myself checking my blog to see if it's been updated recently. Then I remember that if anyone were to update it, it would have to be me. And then I find myself wishing for some sort of Mr. Hyde-esque alter-ego. Instead of raping and pillaging, he would write really witty and interesting observations in my blog, and then I would ( Read more... )

Dear god. I'm watching The Chronicles of Riddick and am actually being entertained.

Are those pigs I see flying past my 16th-storey window?

China has nothing on me.

Today, at about 7 in the morning, the last friend I had in the area left the country. Contrary to popular belief, this wasn't actually a sad experience for me. Not because I secretly hate him (or do I?) but because I'm actually alone now. My friends have departed, my parents are tied up, and classes are on a break. This ( Read more... )

Today I placed myself in cryogenic storage. I plan to be woken when something interesting happens.

See you on the other side.

A question that popped into my mind recently arose as a result of me watching more X-Files than is perhaps healthy for a single individual. In all his many dealings with unverified paranormal phenomenon, on which he usually has to make a full report to his sceptical superiors, Mulder never once thinks of bringing a camera with him to document all ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning, and I guess I'd slept funny because both my arms were numb.

Now I understand what it is to be a double-amputee.