Criss Angel, Mind Freak
Well, the TV is out. I should be in bed.
I should have been in bed 3 hours ago, considering I have to wake up at 6:30 in the morning, and begin my day, which doesn't end until approximately 11 pm at night. For those who cannot tell, it's currently 2:41 am.
I find I have trouble sleeping when a show that I get excited about is on. For example, there was a new episode of Mythbusters, there was a show about card counting in black jack (professionally done at MIT, sorta makes me want to go there!), and, best for last, Criss Angel: Mind freak.
He walked down a friggin building. I mean, walked down the side of it!!
This d00d is amazing. I mean, really. He's one of Anne Rice's vampire's, in person. Omgf...I don't know what else to say. I'm speechless. It's...I don't know. It would be the biggest disappointment ever if this show is digitally enhanced (ie FAKE), but...it's nice having the idea that there is a possibility of ANYTHING. This guy floats, walks down buildings, climbs through windows...the whole key is control. Control over your body, control over your mass, control over...everything. Control.
If you haven't watched this show - do so. You'll be pleasantly surprised. I wonder if I'm one of the masses, falling for simple tricks, but if I am, I'm not ashamed of it. This is amazing, and it challenges the mind, and anything that does that deserves to be given attention.
I think we have the remains of Rita pattering at our windowsills here in Guelph. It was quite fierce, as fierce as storms go around here. The wind blowing against the screen, making that (I'm sure) famous sound of thwump, thwump. It's the sound of silent noise - things you don't hear during the day due to all the noise.
By the way, as much as I hate to admit, I've been drinking a little bit tonight. Iunno, every now and then, especially when I get excited about something such as television or videogames, I need a drink or two to calm me down and help me sleep. Sometimes, I need it as a sleep-aid. It's not that I can't sleep without it, it's that when my mind's excited, it's very hard for me to get to sleep, and alcohol helps...have you ever noticed you can't sleep when you have too much on your mind? This is a disease that plagues me every once in a couple weeks, and complete and utter fatigue, or alcohol/marijuana/sleep aids are the only things that get me to bed, because they make me forget about what's on my mind.
This is not something about myself I'm proud of. But it's true. The concious rest of my mind sometimes needs to be forced, because my mind will not always rest by command. It is a restless and rebellious spirit that will do as it feels. That is a part of me, I suppose. Accept my mind or accept me not.
I should have been in bed 3 hours ago, considering I have to wake up at 6:30 in the morning, and begin my day, which doesn't end until approximately 11 pm at night. For those who cannot tell, it's currently 2:41 am.
I find I have trouble sleeping when a show that I get excited about is on. For example, there was a new episode of Mythbusters, there was a show about card counting in black jack (professionally done at MIT, sorta makes me want to go there!), and, best for last, Criss Angel: Mind freak.
He walked down a friggin building. I mean, walked down the side of it!!
This d00d is amazing. I mean, really. He's one of Anne Rice's vampire's, in person. Omgf...I don't know what else to say. I'm speechless. It's...I don't know. It would be the biggest disappointment ever if this show is digitally enhanced (ie FAKE), but...it's nice having the idea that there is a possibility of ANYTHING. This guy floats, walks down buildings, climbs through windows...the whole key is control. Control over your body, control over your mass, control over...everything. Control.
If you haven't watched this show - do so. You'll be pleasantly surprised. I wonder if I'm one of the masses, falling for simple tricks, but if I am, I'm not ashamed of it. This is amazing, and it challenges the mind, and anything that does that deserves to be given attention.
I think we have the remains of Rita pattering at our windowsills here in Guelph. It was quite fierce, as fierce as storms go around here. The wind blowing against the screen, making that (I'm sure) famous sound of thwump, thwump. It's the sound of silent noise - things you don't hear during the day due to all the noise.
By the way, as much as I hate to admit, I've been drinking a little bit tonight. Iunno, every now and then, especially when I get excited about something such as television or videogames, I need a drink or two to calm me down and help me sleep. Sometimes, I need it as a sleep-aid. It's not that I can't sleep without it, it's that when my mind's excited, it's very hard for me to get to sleep, and alcohol helps...have you ever noticed you can't sleep when you have too much on your mind? This is a disease that plagues me every once in a couple weeks, and complete and utter fatigue, or alcohol/marijuana/sleep aids are the only things that get me to bed, because they make me forget about what's on my mind.
This is not something about myself I'm proud of. But it's true. The concious rest of my mind sometimes needs to be forced, because my mind will not always rest by command. It is a restless and rebellious spirit that will do as it feels. That is a part of me, I suppose. Accept my mind or accept me not.