So. I've decided that I seriously need to start exercising more. It'll be a lot easier in 20 days or so.
Holy shit. 20 days. Until the morning I can wake up and say to myself, "Okay, I'm done."

Unwritten Law is pretty snazzy.

I realised a fundamental problem with using a recumbant bike in the garage (the stationary type) late at night. That my garage is around ONE degree warmer than it is outside.

My feets are cold.

"Okay, your not shallow? Let's do a little test. What's her favorite color?"
I don't know.
"Favorite band?"
Um...
"Last name?"
Er....
"Cup size?"
36C.
... Aw Crap.
"What? Sounds perfectly healthy to me."

Fucked up imagry? I think so

What DOES the dippy bird hung over an empty glass mean anyway?
The moldy slice of pizza next to the bird?
What about a corkscrew/bottle opener jammed into a wall?
The eversmoking gun sitting on the bathroom sink?
The fridge that only has an knocked over (empty) bottle of wine and a tomato that is turning white sitting on bare fridge racks?
The viciously grinning garden gnome with the glowing red eyes sitting on top of the garbage can with a real goldfish strugglign on his line?
The female manequinn wearing mirror shades missing its right arm?
The scattered pills with tiny blue crosses on them?
The piece of skin stretched in a picture frame with a tatoo of a sparrow in flight rendered in black ink on it; Wings very slowly flapping?
The orchestral music floating out of a hole in the wall?
The mismatched boots at the door, none matching?
The giant billboard with the blue haired girl advertising "Silence"?
All the cars in the parking lot with no interiors? I mean NOTHING inside. Every car holds solid nothing. Impenertrable blackness.

What's in a kiss?

Does it really mean much of anything?

Just a kiss? I think it is just slightly more than hug. In fact the original terminology ("embrace") referred to both kiss and a hug together.



But apparantly it can mean the world.

Specially if it isn't on the lips.

Wink-wink.

Drinking?

No! From now on, I shall drink FAR LESS at house parties. I will exercise restraint. I will feel free to drink at bars and pubs though, letting my financial liquidity and obligations dictate my drink purchasing.

This should restrain me enough so I don't ever get that drunk again.

151 is the devil.

choices

It is like I have two choices right now. Well, not really, just because of my own laziness, this aggregate work problem has well... Aggregated. There is a lot of it now.

A whole lot.

Well, this Thursday I have a Linear Algebra midterm. But I'm not worried to badly about that, I could study a bit the day off and it'll be more studying than I did for my first midterm in that class (and I got an A+ on that).

Wednesday I have an astronomy assignment due.
Thursday I also have a thermodynamics assignment due.
NEXT Tuesday I have ANOTHER (and final) thermodynamics assignment due.
I have a mechanics assignment due.... Soon. I'm not really sure.
Friday AFTER next (around 17 days from now), I have to hand in 3 labs, one of which must be formally written up.
I'm not sure if Scooter is coming to pick me up this morning.
I can't go to TOWLBTWF's little soiree regardless of previous plans of jello shooter making due to having family friends over for the weekend.
Also due to said family friends I shall not be getting much done over the weekend.

Plus I have 3 finals the first week of finals, 12th, 14th, 15th. Which will also conviently be my most difficult finals this year.

So, schedual?
Today: Acoustic Resonator analysis (in lab today), astronomy assignment (tonight, ask Biomed for help)
Tommorow: Get diode lab results if have to beat it out of Beardy. Do thermodynamics assignment. Do acoustic resonator lab with Kelly ^_^
Thursday: More thermo. Study for midterm. Be DONE Acoustic Resonator analysis completely and write up in lab book.
Friday-Monday: Very little, family friends. But do other therm assignment. Try and do some analysis for diode or at least get pre-lab done.
Tuesday: More thermo. Convince Joe to help me get Cosmic Ray Analysis done. Start studying for mechanics. Do acoustic resonator lab, really!
Wednesday: Cross beyond chaos barrier to the ordered land beyond. Order chi-chi's for all and relax.
Thursday: Come back to sanity.
Friday: Panic.

Bold = new item
Strikethrough = Finished
Italized = Changed (delayed)
Bolded Strikethrough = Incomplete, given up

Conversation

Scooter: Copycat was inquirying as to why we called him a tool. I admittedly didn't know.
Good Guy: The answer is: Almost certainy in a metaphysical sense, he acted like a tool regardless of whether or not we were there to observe it, based on his excessively tooliness. I realised that I haven't called him a tool in a long time, so therefore, he must of done something worthy of being called a tool in the previous few weeks.
Scooter: that's deep, man
Good Guy: no it isn't. It's purile and deaming. But I like it.
Scooter: yes it is. Fucker.

Do real people have conversations like this? Apparantly the answer is yes. Since I'm real and I assure you that Scooter isn't a figment of my deranged imagination. I assure you, my imagination only creates hot ladies.

Open your eyes

I have faith.

That there is more to this life.

More to this world.

Than I can see in front of my face.

I have to uncover my own undiscovered land.

I just need to find the edge of my own map first. Then strive onwards. The unknown doesn't frighten me, the only thing that really frightens me is the fact there might not be any unknown. That the known world that I see around me is all there is.

That and the vast majority of sea creatures which AREN'T fish. And silence.

Justice the Whore, plus Homosim

Justice, or that is, the personification of justice. Normally represented as a blind folded woman wearing a toga holding an old fashioned set of brass weight scales in one hand and a chiselled tablet in the other. Immortalized by statues in front of courthouses anywhere.

Updated image: Justice, in her customary toga, standing facing the viewer straight on, the tablet lays cracked beside her feet as her left index finger pushes her blind fold up over an inquistive smirking eye, a lopsided grin adorns her face, her teeth just showing. The scales are held non-chalantly over one shoulder like a book-belt. Her wide stance lets one of her shapely legs fall loose of her toga and cold jism runs down the inside of her thigh.

A forgotten passage or description from somewhere else? Or original thought? Who knows.

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Why is it that nearly every time you leave a handful of guys in a house together to their own devices for awhile in the Sims (and the Sims 2) that they almost always become homosexuals? Only hasn't happened to me once, and that was because I had built a full neighbourhood and the wife-homebody from down the road had turned part-time mistress to 3 of the guys in the house. Plus a handful of other female sims would occasionally come by and distract the other 2 guys from going at it to often.

Cool Movies + Not enough sleep

I went and saw Constantine last night. John Constantine, asshole. When I first heard that, I had a tough time deciding whether he was using it as an explictive or self descriptive title. Both would work nicely. Either "Constantine, John Constatine, asshole." Like using it to call the demon an asshole. Or to describe himself like how a Doctor could talk M.D. on the end of his name.

So there are some days I really don't mind riding on the bus.
This girl who I sat nearby on the bus had on white thong underwear with blue dots (possibly 'specks' would be a better word). She was fidgetty and I was bored. It wasn't like I was ACTIVELY looking. I actually slept most of the trip. She had super long hair (on her head, sickos) which was super nice but she kept it tied back in something like a pony tail if you took the end of it and put it through the hair band. So like a very loose bun dealy. But it was long, dark chocolate brown, wavey and curly. Very nice.

Lack of Judgement, or to much

Today I was watching some movies. And I got to introspection. Well, just sort of meditating on the world around me. I think I might of misjudged my closest friends. Tried to fit them into nice little archetypes. But the world is so complex... So very complex. I probably owe a few people apologies. For how I've treated them or thought about them. Or simply how I dismissed them. The world and the people in it are far to complex to try and hold them all together. So many people in a group, it was nearly a certainty that there would be some crossed wires. Some poorly mixed personalities.

I owe people apologies.

I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry.

Everyone is entitled to their shot at happiness. I have no right to try and take my own over theirs.

Delilah said that things change and so do people. I don't think they did in this case. They just ignored all the problems there were until it was too late to try and fix them. Then it all exploded. I am just as guilty as that. I was to busy riding the high of having friends. Caring about people who cared about me, or so I thought. To even notice the casual cruelty going around.

We all just sort of... stopped trying to hold it all together. So as entropy dictated, it all fell apart.