Stardate: ...!#@%
Captain's Log:
Picard here. Worf ate all the Pringles again. God, ya know, he's just so inconsidera04598;laksj; l hahahHAha PiCARD SuCKs lol. gET ME MORE GAGH AND KLINGON ALE!
Sorry. That was Worf. He's totally shitfaced again. If he not going to control himself any better, we're just gonna drop him off on Qo'noS and find a new Chief of Security. Sometimes I wish the Romulans had wiped his ass out too.
...
God, I love Solitaire.
I wonder if Data is Microsoft Windows compatible...
[enter Bill Gates]
Well, actually, Windows 98 is very secure and over five millio--
[*PHASER*]
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Tonight I watched some crazy movie about successful stockbrokers on Wall St. that turned into werewolves at night; it was either this or ...a multitude of other more interesting, developed, character-driven, and generally better movies..but I just couldn't resist. Cheap entertainment. That's gotta be my theme for the past few months.
It's almost 4:00am and I'm still in Eastern Washington. I started reading A Farewell To Arms for the third time, and I'm about a quarter of the way through it. I love the contrived nature of it all. But whenever I read this, I can't help but feel somewhat empty and cheated after about 60 pages, a feeling that lasts almost through the course of the novel. And I'm sure that's exactly what he intended for the reader, too. [+2 char. Intelligence]
What a wasted day, though. Tomorrow everything will resume, but it doesn't matter because this whole Desert Oasis is like a giant, shiny, polished turd in the middle of the state. No inhabitants, nothing. Just utter shit. I can't find anybody, can't get ahold of anyone, people have moved and left no forwarding addresses, etc. It's like one of those strange sci-fi stories where an event transpires and then the main character seeks to find what caused the event to occur, only to be stopped every step of the way with useless, helpless little phrases like, "That person never lived at this residence..," or "That person you're looking for died three years ago." If I didn't have my wits about me, I'd think I was going insane. I want to move somewhere on the Iberian Peninsula immediately, where things are normal.
Tomorrow morning my parents leave for the ocean, and I'm staying behind in case something happens in Bellingham and I need to get back ASAP. But until then, HOUSE PARTY, Kid 'N Play style!!! I'm serious, too. I want this place banging with bros, hos, and mountains of cocaine!
But I have this deep, sinking feeling that it's just going to be me and a box of goldfish crackers, watching Murphy Brown reruns on Nickelodeon.
Picard here. Worf ate all the Pringles again. God, ya know, he's just so inconsidera04598;laksj; l hahahHAha PiCARD SuCKs lol. gET ME MORE GAGH AND KLINGON ALE!
Sorry. That was Worf. He's totally shitfaced again. If he not going to control himself any better, we're just gonna drop him off on Qo'noS and find a new Chief of Security. Sometimes I wish the Romulans had wiped his ass out too.
...
God, I love Solitaire.
I wonder if Data is Microsoft Windows compatible...
[enter Bill Gates]
Well, actually, Windows 98 is very secure and over five millio--
[*PHASER*]
-------------------END SCENE--------------------------------------------
Tonight I watched some crazy movie about successful stockbrokers on Wall St. that turned into werewolves at night; it was either this or ...a multitude of other more interesting, developed, character-driven, and generally better movies..but I just couldn't resist. Cheap entertainment. That's gotta be my theme for the past few months.
It's almost 4:00am and I'm still in Eastern Washington. I started reading A Farewell To Arms for the third time, and I'm about a quarter of the way through it. I love the contrived nature of it all. But whenever I read this, I can't help but feel somewhat empty and cheated after about 60 pages, a feeling that lasts almost through the course of the novel. And I'm sure that's exactly what he intended for the reader, too. [+2 char. Intelligence]
What a wasted day, though. Tomorrow everything will resume, but it doesn't matter because this whole Desert Oasis is like a giant, shiny, polished turd in the middle of the state. No inhabitants, nothing. Just utter shit. I can't find anybody, can't get ahold of anyone, people have moved and left no forwarding addresses, etc. It's like one of those strange sci-fi stories where an event transpires and then the main character seeks to find what caused the event to occur, only to be stopped every step of the way with useless, helpless little phrases like, "That person never lived at this residence..," or "That person you're looking for died three years ago." If I didn't have my wits about me, I'd think I was going insane. I want to move somewhere on the Iberian Peninsula immediately, where things are normal.
Tomorrow morning my parents leave for the ocean, and I'm staying behind in case something happens in Bellingham and I need to get back ASAP. But until then, HOUSE PARTY, Kid 'N Play style!!! I'm serious, too. I want this place banging with bros, hos, and mountains of cocaine!
But I have this deep, sinking feeling that it's just going to be me and a box of goldfish crackers, watching Murphy Brown reruns on Nickelodeon.