This is me redeeming myself: I have to make up for staring at my computer screen for hours and doing no programming in no languages. Like that double negative? I’ve even maintained a list over the last 27 hours on thoughts to include in this present nugget of joy. I would have worked tonight at my mysterious Job #4, but winter weather set in. According to the leading search engine’s top search result, it is -7 but feels like -26. No wonder I’m cold. My thermostat is set to 64 degrees Fahrenheit. What I really need is a chinchilla on my face. At least I’d be warm. Not really, but it was fun to say ‘chinchilla.’ It still is, come to find out.
My list is not filled with sugar and spice, if you know what I mean. Let’s look… hmmm… out of four items listed two involve body parts and the other two are somewhat introspective. To round things out, I may include last nights’ dream.
Before I forget, there’s pre-diatribe topics I want to mention. A few blogs back I said I wished my parents read these. I still do, to some degree, but here’s my motivation: I had/have this expectation of my parents that necessitates them taking every project ever undertaken by myself and treating it like an elementary school art project to be posted with magnets on the fridge and shown off to their friends. In reality, I have written some things that would make for slightly edgy discussion with my parents and will likely post some things soon that will stretch that line further. Second, there’s two websites I would like to share with you. If you are interested in receiving these blogs in your email with a audio attachment, go to rssfwd.com (it even has a preview) and enter your email for some bloggy goodness. If you are looking for a band that plays nintendo music, go to the minibosses’ website or watch them on youtube.
I better get back to my list. Let’s see- first off we have a brief discussion of bathroom hygiene. Whenever the situation arises that I sit on a toilet, I wipe the seat down with some TP (sometimes I wish it was bleach wipes (or a flamethrower)). So all of my classes this semester are in one building, and there are two bathrooms. There’s the ‘one-holer’ downstairs and the plush ‘two urinals ‘n a toilet’ configuration upstairs. I have a preference but recently have been dismayed at the state I have found said area in. Why, you ask? Someone, some sicko with no morals who talks on his cell phone in movie theaters and tries to meet girls for sex using myspace and likes Mad Dog, Natty Lite and Camo just started leaving bloody boogers hanging about the walls. It’s hard to spell ‘relief’ when one is too busy concentrating on ‘n-o-a-i-d-s-t-o-d-a-y-p-l-e-a-s-e.’
The last statement, the one with the brief mention of aids? That was my example of ignorance. I was being ignorant, and I want you all to know that. It was better than writing ‘e-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-y’ or something like that.
Moving on: I have this plush robe with a rich shade of bubblegum pink that embodies opulence and fashion. I like it. It’s warm, soft and has the obligatory belt to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. But here’s the thing: I’m not sure if I’m the only person that’s ever dealt with this or it has something to do with how I apply said clothing to said body, but it often sends its buildup of static electricity to the ‘lightning rod’ of my reproductive organs, if you know what i mean. It’s just, well, shocking. If the lighting is just wrong, I can witness the actual arcing. And don’t sit there thinking clothing stops it. Oh no, no sirree. It’s just no fun. I’m going to have to start grounding myself while dis-robing.
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On a slightly, but only slightly, related topic, I spoke with a friend who has started dating a non-Christian (pre-Christian, if you prefer) recently. You may assume correctly that she is indeed a Christian. A male friend “of the faith” (it sounded good) expressed dismay when informed of her newfound relationship. When the subject was discussed between her and me, I found myself to be largely encouraging of her relationship. And I still feel good about it, if only because my views of appropriate relationships are in flux. I see some problems that could definitely result from such a situation, but most of those could occur with any male and any mix of religious beliefs. Off hand, I’d say the most dangerous attitude of any person in such a situation would be the ‘i’m dating AND converting them’ attitude, which i don’t think is present in the one of which i speak. i know married couples past retirement containing a wife still ‘converting’ her husband. One could probably take it step further and argue against the idea of ‘converting’ anyone, but that someone would likely be too liberal for the crowds reading this blog.
When I expressed support for the relationship of unequal yoking, I used examples from my own life, starting with a traditional/conservative upbringing and moving into (what I hope is) a more balanced view of life. My fear in all of this is that it is irrelevant to her situation, as she has always been more progressive than me. More so, I worry that I’m wrong. That the choices I’ve made based on the assumptions I have are flawed, and all other output is therefore wrong. I still encourage this relationship I speak of, because I feel the dating model I previously followed (date only if considering marriage) has not proved to be beneficial to me, and I’ve been taking a dualistic approach: either date none or many. I trust this woman to [ignore me and] balance cautious realism with idealistic moment-by-moment enjoyment of her present situation.
I’ve got more here for you, but I’m exhausted. I guess I’ll just keep going. See how far I get. First off, I take secret pride in telling people how busy I am. I enjoy showing just the right amount of false humility by shrugging and saying ‘eh, it’s not as bad as it sounds’ which is true until i try to make time for something besides work. My family (esp. extended) have a tendency to be work-a-holics and I do not want to be that. When I get emotional pats on the back from family and friends i often interpret that as encouragement to continue down that path. i want to please too much and sacrifice self too quickly. if i don’t learn self-control by the time I get around to a serious relationship (was going to use ‘entanglement,’ which is to me a positive perspective on the whole affair but some may disagree) it will cause far more strain than necessary.
Another ramble: why my ‘ex’ pisses me off. WARNING: I may have caused the situation that I will now rail against. She does this random call or text thing with the most oddball questions. I assumed it was because she wanted reasons to maintain some kind of contact. In recent months I’ve been more open to conversation and have changed my answer format from ’short answer’ to ‘open essay.’ On the occasions I’ve called her about something or returned her calls, I assumed it would lead to at least a five minute conversation. Not so. I guess it highlights the major differences we have in viewing the world. I just don’t know why something would be important enough to contact someone about but not important enough to discuss for more than :54 seconds. Today, after weeks being incommunicado, she texts ‘on what does your camera record?’
me (internally): why? are you wanting to use it? are you having a technical discussion about film formats around the bar table? where is this leading?
me (texting): mini DV
her: DV? do u mean DVD?
me (internally): no, if i had meant dvd i would have texted that. it took me long enough to get 2 capital letters in a row. oh, i guess she doesn’t know all of that. she did use my camera several times before, but maybe she’s unfamiliar with mini DV… where is this heading?
me (texting): no, it’s a mini cassette
her: K thanks
that’s it. End of Transmission. Why? Did she win a bet? What purpose was that fifteen minute interval of my life as i fought icy roads and stupid drivers home?
maybe i’m still being nitpicky. still, i don’t see how it’s okay to ask someone to call one’s self back regarding a question and then treat their phone call like a nuisance. like she couldn’t splurge on that extra 6 seconds to say ‘hey i’m super busy but i hope life is well for you and so i’m leaving now have a good day ‘…= 1:00 total.
and the worst part is, i probably caused it.
so there’s some whining for you. this (insert uncomplimentary word like diarrhea) of a blog needs to end soon.
one last thing to rant about: There’s a new plot twist in the continuing saga of the ‘Left Behind’ serious of post-apocalyptic (right?) novels: a video game. The online source I discovered this at implied gameplay containing warfare against other religions and forcible ‘conversions’ to Christianity. it’s not true, but check it out for yourself here.
The clock has struck one, and here i sit a pumpkin. or at least a depressing pink-slippered fool. i have no comment on this video game except to note the financial aspects of the American Christian culture.
Last thing: I put in an application for graduation and took the exit exam, which consisted of 35 minutes of busy work questions and has literally no bearing on my eligibility to graduate. I’ll bet each time I graduate I’ll have to take that same test.
Good night and good luck. I’ll take my music (currently Radiohead) downstairs with me to catch some long lost z’s.
You have the mental capacity of three adolescent arthropods bickering over the gestation period of halitosis-ridden microbes
I dislike Bob’s comment. It sounds insulting(whether it is or not is hard to tell!). Either way, he will probably post saying what an idiot I am, as will others, but I figure this. I love to read what you write, it is highly entertaing!