Well, despite the MySpace bulletin I read today, I didn't see anyone I know at the Landmark, so it appears I shall be spending yet another Friday night alone. It's small surprise, but a disappointment still ( Read more... )

I am losing my mind, and in doing so, I am tasting freedom.

I feel that I have not enough mindspace available presently to keep up with all of this livejournal updates info. Therefore I shall be reading less (and possibly missing some things altogether), updating less (probably), and possibly un-adding some people who I never really interact with anyway. Comment if you care to, but I'm initiating the ( Read more... )

Apparently there's a show tonight, but I don't know where it is, sooooo I guess I'm not going. That's probably best for my foot/ankle anyway, I suppose. I really could use some out-time though, damn it. ah well. I've got a bit of V-day anxiety, since there actually is someone I could potentially do something with for the second(?) time in my ( Read more... )

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All is not well in Candyland. The peppermint man is hording canes in his red and white towers. The ice queen is freezing the forests and plains until they harden and shatter. The licorice lord is poisoning the rivers with a concentrate ten times too strong. Plus, I had a AAA battery burst because I left it in my charger for about a year. No, ( Read more... )

While I well enjoyed STD at the show last night... I didn't particularly enjoy the show as a whole. It could just be that I was too sober, but I don't know. It's making me ask myself if I really want to go to almost every show anymore. I'm leaning towards not. Shows at the gallery are hard to turn down because they're so very convenient, but ( Read more... )

You can all fuck off. I don't actually feel any especial animosity or anger, I just feel like telling you all to fuck off. Possibly I've just been spending too much time on Physics. And on IM. I shouldn't talk to people so much. I don't really have all that much to say, so the more I talk, the lower the quality gets. Lame. Now returning to ( Read more... )

Sick ones, I send thoughts of blue healing goodness (and silly get-well type messages) out to you. Doomed ones, I send lots of words at you. Anxiety-ridden ones, I send telepathic hope to you. Writers of Physics textbooks, I send you piles of virtual dogshit for not putting any answers in the back of the book--fuckers ( Read more... )

I'm bathed in the warm glow of Physics, yessir. Physics is all the joy of math with the bonus of meaningful applicability to the physical world. Um... yeah. My programming class (Intro to Language Theory aka Principles of Programming Languages aka CS322 aka CS498 pour moi) seems to be pleasantly interesting. Psychology of Personality... eh, it ( Read more... )