 | |  | 11:29 PM 11/12/2003
A friend of mines commented that I sound cynnical and sarcastic in my entries. I told him it's intended to be humorous, but he said that unsuspecting visitors might interpret it the wrong way. Hm.. I suppose lately, these entries have been laced with a darker tone, but readers (all 1.5 of them) are free to interpret as they like. These entries are not meant to be "Hey, this is who I am" logs, but rather, the "this crossed my mind today" type. Ah well, whatever. I think he's missing my point, and I'm missing his, so let's call it even and move on.
I am currently searching for a pair of good headphones, the type that cover your entire ear and block out external sounds. I was thoroughly surprised at the price range of these suckers.. it's crazy. 600 samolians for a pair of headphones, are you friggin kidding me?! Anyhow, the hunt continues. Sometimes, I think I enjoy researching / hunting for the goods more than the acutal goods themselves. How often am I going to use these things anyway? Hm.. probably not often at all. It's a sickness... a sickness I attribute to media brainwashing. I bet they put things in your cereal to make you want to buy.. I bet there's a secret tie between electronics manufacturers and cereal factories. Yep.. it's the x-files cancer guy sitting in a dark room laughing at his smokey shadow. That bastard. I hope he smokes millions of cigars without ever developing cancer.. but instead slips on a sidewalk one day outside a convenience store where a kid accidentily spilled milk as he hurried home to quench his bowl of brainwashing cereal with his freshy bought moo juice... There I go again. I guess I'm being cynnical again. I can't help it.. cancer guy's a friggin jerk and a half. You know you hate him too, admit it. Nobody's here to judge you. You know you hate that imaginary guy you blame for everything that's wrong with this world, just let it out.
There.. don't you feel better? Do you really? I think you need help. Maybe you should have a bowl of cereal. There.. don't you feel better? Wanna go buy some expensive electronics now? I thought you would.
10:54 PM 11/10/2003
It was a weird day to go into work today. I had last friday off, so I came in from a 3 day weekend to work one day before I have veterans day off tomorrow. Needless to say, it was a spacey day filled with wandering looks out the window to stare at the giant puffy clouds. Unfortunately, it didn't last too long. The nice, relaxing nothingness was abruptly ruined by a nosy coworker who probably saw me gazing out the window and decided it was a good idea to share with me how he used to sit outside his house as a kid and stare at the clouds. Cheese and rice.. not only does the guy have his eyes on my monitor for a good part of the day because his desk is situated behind mines, rendering any sense of privacy null, but now he has to interrupt my serene moment with the white puffy clouds with his usual attention needie story?!.. just let me have this one man! jeez!
Anyhow, although I was spacing out every now and then, I still managed a surprising level of productivity and finished my work. It would've been peachy if my supervisor hadn'tve paid us a surprise visit and saw the chat and ebay windows on my screen. Hey, whatdaya want? I finished my work! Oh well.. you win some, you lose some.
10:42 PM 11/05/2003
Why does the human body itch? Allergies, iritants, bla bla.. but when you itch, you're not supposed to scratch right? Scratching breaks the skin and causes bad things to happen, so why do we generate that itching sensation at all? The more you scratch, the more it itches.. and no matter how hard you resist, you're bound to accidentily get the itchy area in contact with something semi-abrasive, reminding you of your itch, and giving you a taste of how good it would feel if you would just scratch it.. so you start.. thinking you're only going to give it a quick brush or two with the fingernails.. but the last scratch felt so nice, what harm could it do if you just scratched a little more? So you give it another scratch.. then another.. and another.. Soon, you find yourself going at it like a gambling fiend with a stack of scratch-to-win lottery tickets and a lucky penny, and the next thing you know, you've got a nicely glowing red rash with spots of bleeding skin that looks like something they put in biology textbooks to scare kids with. Thanks, body's ability to create itchy sensations, you've saved the day once again.
11:03 PM 11/04/2003
I was sitting in traffic today and got to thinking... Life's alot like driving in traffic. Sometimes, you think you're doing the smart thing by taking surface streets instead of fighting your way towards a busy freeway onramp only to find yourself stuck along that street parallel to the 405, watching traffic zoom by in the normally crawling freeway lanes. And sometimes, you just happen to Forest Gump your way to the fast route without even knowing that the route you normally took would have resulted in hours of quality time between your foot and the brake pedal. It all just seems random.. the more you try to fight it, the more it turns on you. Sure, you'd like to think you have control over it, but do you really? Just keep your eyes on road and hope that caravan of big-rigs doesn't decide to 'accidentily' corner and make sheet-metal pancakes outta ya.
11:03 PM 11/03/2003
I came accross a site yesterday called:
www.nanowrimo.org
Hm.. how do I describe this.. It's a bunch of people who try to write 50,000 word novels in one month. It doesn't have to be good--in fact, they discourage people who are serious about writing to participate. It sounds kind of stupid, yes, but at the same time, it has some interesting ideas behind it, one of them being just getting people to write. It's for people who throw out cowboy ideas like, "One of thse days, I'm going to write a novel." This method gives all the sighing dreamers a chance to move items from the talk list to the top of their do list (no, people's names can't be on this list.. get your mind of of the gutter!). The best part is, it only lasts a month, so you can get it over with and move on with your life. Maybe the guy who came up with it just wanted to shut all the "one day, I'm gonna write a book" people up. Anyhow, it's pretty interesting.. I don't think I'm ever going to do it, but it's good to know such wackiness exists. Perhaps I should start the "Live on Ramen for a month" organization... no wait, I think some college students are already doing this.. hm.. how about tuna? Pig's feet? Mayonaise? I smell a new reality TV series.. or is that just the smell from the kitchen wastebasket.. I hate when I get the two confused.
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