Thoughts before bed...
- As the end of my time here draws closer and closer and weighs heavier and heavier on my mind, I realize that although I'm about ready to come home, I'm not ready to leave here. I draw the distinction. This is why I need my special machine to make two separate locations exist in the same place at the same time. Where's goddamn Einstein when I need him. Or Tesla, he'd be crazy enough to make one without concern for the unprecedented havoc and destruction it would wreak.
- My finals are next week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, meaning they start in 5 days, and I don't actually know which is on which day, let alone having studied for any of them. Just how close do I have to let myself get to totally screwing up before I get motivated?
- Weezer's Blue Album is one of your best possible options for 30 uninterrupted minutes of glory. You find more in it every time you listen.
- This week I installed Quake 3 Arena on my computer and have been playing it across the network with Matt and Alan in the Hall. At what point did I decide installing this shortly before finals was a good idea?
- It's just as well, because of a little puzzle game I've discovered called Crack Attack (I think there's a PC version for free download too if you feel like you want to sacrifice the whole of your existence to this game...you know, just in case you don't want your soul anymore or something). I think Jesse explained the title best when he mused something to the effect of, "It's called Crack Attack because I'm already horribly addicted to it, and I'd sell out my own mother to get more." My best score is 1044...beat that, suckers. Wait, nope, my success at it only makes me feel worse, not better.
- In one night of talking on AIM to Matt Shang, I had more coherent conversation than in a semester of talking to Robin. Of course, he doesn't tell me he loves as me as much as Robin does, but then again, he doesn't start rambling off a barely coherent string of curses at me as much either.
- It has come to my attention tonight that the Backstreet Boys are still, in fact, alive. I guess I had always assumed that they'd either be dead by now, or recluses, having spent the last several months locked in their own homes doing lines of coke off hookers' asses. Or maybe the royalties dried up and they could only afford to share one hooker between the 5 of them, I dunno.
- I hate planning travel more than almost anything in the world, and yet I love actually traveling more than almost anything in the world. Somehow I must reconcile these forces in my life.
- I might agree to have a kidney removed if it meant never receiving another piece of spam e-mail ever again.
- Right now, sleep is more important to me than commentary on life.
- My finals are next week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, meaning they start in 5 days, and I don't actually know which is on which day, let alone having studied for any of them. Just how close do I have to let myself get to totally screwing up before I get motivated?
- Weezer's Blue Album is one of your best possible options for 30 uninterrupted minutes of glory. You find more in it every time you listen.
- This week I installed Quake 3 Arena on my computer and have been playing it across the network with Matt and Alan in the Hall. At what point did I decide installing this shortly before finals was a good idea?
- It's just as well, because of a little puzzle game I've discovered called Crack Attack (I think there's a PC version for free download too if you feel like you want to sacrifice the whole of your existence to this game...you know, just in case you don't want your soul anymore or something). I think Jesse explained the title best when he mused something to the effect of, "It's called Crack Attack because I'm already horribly addicted to it, and I'd sell out my own mother to get more." My best score is 1044...beat that, suckers. Wait, nope, my success at it only makes me feel worse, not better.
- In one night of talking on AIM to Matt Shang, I had more coherent conversation than in a semester of talking to Robin. Of course, he doesn't tell me he loves as me as much as Robin does, but then again, he doesn't start rambling off a barely coherent string of curses at me as much either.
- It has come to my attention tonight that the Backstreet Boys are still, in fact, alive. I guess I had always assumed that they'd either be dead by now, or recluses, having spent the last several months locked in their own homes doing lines of coke off hookers' asses. Or maybe the royalties dried up and they could only afford to share one hooker between the 5 of them, I dunno.
- I hate planning travel more than almost anything in the world, and yet I love actually traveling more than almost anything in the world. Somehow I must reconcile these forces in my life.
- I might agree to have a kidney removed if it meant never receiving another piece of spam e-mail ever again.
- Right now, sleep is more important to me than commentary on life.