| 19 jul 2001 "and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there..." so despite the fact that i feel like SHIT right now (i have a sore throat, among other things), i'll put this one out. THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR ME TO GET SICK! fuck me. it's weird, being in a bad mood, because i had a great day yesterday. speaking of bad mood, i was at the stanford tresidder computer cluster yesterday, and i was bored, so i logged on an old MUD of mine. for those of you who don't know, MUD is a text-based game where you log in, chat with people, buy armor and weapons, and roam around and kill shit. it's basically a textual predecessor to games like _diablo_. but anyways, i was totally addicted to MUD during one summer, where i logged in 20 hours a week (while i actually was supposed to be working). my character was named "hack," and i just grinded out my levels until i finally got to level 60... thus becoming an immortal. basically, as an immortal, you can design new worlds and stuff, so i made this pirate ship... i never finished it, though, because summer ended, and there was no way i was going to fuck up my academics with MUD. and that took a lot of self-control. which i'm glad i have. because i have friends... and i've even influenced friends (much to my dismay) to get hooked on MUD. and one of them actually dropped out of school and stuff... because of ME. i feel so bad. but yeah, it's easy to get addicted to stuff, and i'm just glad i was able to control my obssessions, at least concerning MUD. oh, why did "bad mood" inspire me to write about MUD? because one of the gods on the one i played in was named "badmood." i thought that was just the coolest name, like a "don't FUCK with me"-type name. but yeah. it was very nostalgic to roam the old city while i was logged on. i wielded a sword, and i tried to kill a beggar, but he kicked my ass. i ran away. ha. there are some sad, lonely people on MUD, though... *sniff* ----- i had this big grin last night. dishi ordered me a vienna teng cd, and i know that she writes little notes in the liner to the purchasers. so i opened mine up, expecting a little blurb like "thanks for buying my album. hope you enjoy it" or something like that. instead... i get... "hi dardy -- be careful: keep writing a highly confessional online journal, and you may find a song written about you someday. :)" HAHAHAHAHA. yeah! i was so happy to get that little note from someone i don't even know. can you just IMAGINE it? someday, vienna will get all famous and stuff, and in her spankin' new album, there it will be: track 5, "ballad of a boy and his fiery sphincter" yup. but apparently, i couldn't stop smiling after i read her little note. it was like a small nugget of recognition for the writing that i've been doing for the past four months. it made me feel really good. so basically, we were supposed to have taiko practice last night, but the a3c wasn't available until late, so we basically just hung out in front of dink auditorium and talked. i tried to get kara's friend erin to agree to take some jell-o shots. which she refused. why? because she's SIXTEEN. i wonder if i'm being a really bad person by encouraging underage drinking. but i just don't see a big deal about one measly jell-o shot. i had my first drink at age 16. hm. i won't press too hard, i guess; i don't want anybody to get in trouble. so around 10:30, we gave up on practicing, so we went... bowling! yup. i used to be a decent bowler... my high score is around 180 or so. BUT. after my first four frames... i had a whopping score of... SEVEN. yup. 8 rolls against the pins, and i knocked down a grand total of seven fucking pins. and i was totally trying! my theory is that my routine was tainted by this episode of _malcolm in the middle_. basically, malcolm's dad had this bowling ritual where he unzipped his fly before every roll, and then zipped his fly back up afterwards. so i decide to do something similar. no, silly, i didn't play with my fly! instead, i had this zipper on my shirt, so i unzipped before a roll, etc. i think it threw me off, because once i stopped, i cleared four of the next five frames. *ponder* how strange. for some insane reason, i couldn't sleep last night. i basically tossed and turned for about three hours, finally falling asleep at around 3:30am. i think that's a big reason why i'm sick now. or maybe the nasty germs from the bowling alley got to me. there's also a bug being passed around the office, and maybe that's how i got it. in any case, i'm yacking up stuff all over the place... well, not really, because i don't have anything in my stomach, so just heave up a lot of spit and liquidy stuff. ewwww. not healthy. i had better get some good rest tonight. alas. i have a shitload of work to do before monday. how to handle that. how do accomplish that. fuck. what's up with amms talking about "what's the best way to let down a guy?" who is she talking about? *shiver* heh. my paranoia knows no limits. haven't chatted with her today. i need to get some shit done. ugh. so yup. i'm not feeling so well. help. |