Sunday, September 16, 2001
Today was boring. Got up early (12), sat the computer until 2:30, went to work, worked, came home, had supper, went to glen's, babbled with some assembly for a minute, took a walk, went to the university, prowled on the university roof, looked for BUSR place, climbed off of the roof, came here, played with industrial booth recorder, glen went home, I type this. Ta da.
96 on the Cisco test today. I beat Out of This World last night. I must say, it's one of the most creative games ever, even considering how short it is. You should all play it. I'm gonna start playing flashback tonight when I'm done reading. Flashback is made by the same company and is sorta related. The same style of gameplay but much better graphics/controls/etc. I played it on SNES when I was eight-years-old, but didn't realize how good it was. Okay time to play/sleep. Good bye.
World Trade Centre/pentagon "bombed" in a sense, today. Three planes were hijacked and flown into the pentagon and each of the world trade centre buildings. Another plane hijacked/crashed near Pittsburgh. Everyone knows this already, I just thought I should record it for my archives. This is a bleak day in political history (history meaning what's going to be remembered.) I was going to save a collection of links, but I'm lazy and don't care. I'm sorry. :/
It really frustrates me that the people I admire the most don't even realize it. I can't explain it. I look up to them, but them not knowing it only makes it harder to learn from them. I can't just tell them that I admire them. People get wierded out by things like that. Especially coming from some fucking kid who lives 2000 miles away. The internet only screws up my life more.
Don't really have anything to say tonight. Feeling a bit better. Don't want to go to school. Don't want to go to work. The new "forced carry-out policy" is really fucking stupid. Carry out on all orders greater than 3 bags unless the customer doesn't absolutely positively want it. Silly IGA. I hope things go well and things change. New tentative sight design: here. Good night and godspeed or something.
I just wrote for a solid hour. I decided that what I wrote wasn't sane and that I should take it down, pronto. You might be able to see it. Just ask me, to see if you're elligible to. There are those of you who I trust and will allow to read it. You probably know who you are. You probably also know if you aren't elligible. Ah fuck, whatever. Ask me if you feel so inclined to do so.
I don't get people. I don't even get myself. IFRAMEs are evil. New site design coming soon.
I'm full of hate. Everyone amounts to something but me. Rotting away in my basement is how I'm going to spend the rest of my life. What else is fun is the lack of friendship I seem to be able to find in people. Sure, you can hang out with them, but fuck, are they really friends? Too much sarcasm, too much pretending, too much immaturaty, girlfriend duties, drugs, superiority. Confused? Me too.
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