11/06/01
buffy renewed my faith in television!
yes, that's a very cheesy thing to say. but the main reason i watch tv is for that catharsis of emotion that plato described. or was it aristotle? i dont remember. but in high school english we learned that one of those dead greeks defined tragedy as a catharsis of pity and fear. or something like that. which is why i have focused in on ER. people are dying on the show left and right. it's sad. it's cathartic. Buffy, on the other hand, is teenage WB crap. except tonight.
all of the crap they could have let drag out all season came to fruition in tonight's episode. boom. boom. boom... everything changed for everyone...and we didn't have to wait for a stupid season-finale cliffhanger. i finally got my release!
this makes no sense, i'm sure of it. i'm rambling. and dinner is burning. so i'm going to mention the song i woke up with, and call it a night. i might be back to send a few emails, but i really really need to get non-computer aspects of my life under control. like cleaning the cat poop. reading my library books so i can finish them before they're due. writing movie reviews before the movies come out on video.. paying bills...
Song of the Day: Bad Day
11/05/01
i was ready to go to bed when i got an email from a friend that mentioned common friends from a former life that neither of us had talked to in a while. and i just spent the past 30 minutes searching the internet trying to find them. and all the people from my past that i haven't heard from in years. including long lost friends from junior high. dont worry, i didn't email anybody. i didn't really find anyone, except the long lost junior high friend... who hasn't updated his website since 1997, though there are a few recently uploaded perl scripts and other random programese files. (gotta turn off that directory listing, dummy!)... it kinda felt good to do all that poking around, in a sick sort of way. i haven't gone on an all-out search like that in... at least a year!!
today was the day all of my siblings made sure they had to comment on how whacked my parents are. i'm really going to stop answering the phone. i dont know how to respond to these allegations that my parents are being irrational. of course they're being irrational. they're mom and dad, what more do you expect? i just feel like the lack of ration is causing my siblings to make equally irrational decisions... but what am i supposed to do about it? i can't live their lives for them and nobody wants to listen to any of my advice. i think i'm going to stop answering the phone. it's the only solution.
Song of the Day: Rest Stop
dont read too much into that. it's been stuck in my head. that's it. i swear.
11/04/01
ivan's friend wayne was in town, and for the first weekend in as far back as i can remember, we actually had an activity-packed weekend. we went on two hikes, saw two movies (at two different theaters) and didn't eat a meal at home! i'm actually kinda sad that we haven't had a meal at home since last tuesday - i might have to throw out a perfectly good (well, it was good a week ago when i bought it) bunch of spinach, and i'm not too sure about the tomatoes, either.
but that's boring. and this next thing i'm going to write about it also boring. but you're going to keep reading, aren't you? just to see what i have to say? ok. i was digging through the miniature hat-box we keep our laundry change in (quarters only) to dig out the necessary $2.00 and i saw one of those old quarters, except george washington looked like he had just sneezed. see, there was some dirt/ink/whoknowswhat on the quarter, right under mr. washington's nose. i didn't use that quarter. i grabbed some other ones instead. see, i told you this was a boring story.
i'm so exhausted. damn hike was 2.2 miles with a 1000 foot elevation gain. my legs are going to be screaming at me tomorrow.
11/01/01
it's November already. i can't believe it. the year has just whipped by. to think this time last year, i was ... packing for germany!
it's already 11 pm and i dont know where the day went. i *hate* it when that happens, but it seems my entire week has been going by like this. except for the part when i'm at work... because the "traveledit" system is down, i can't do my regularly-scheduled duties, and i'm forced to do make-shift-busy-work because they can't send us home because it would look bad. or some stupid corporate B.S. like that. ugh, if it's not up tomorrow i dont know what i'm going to do. we've already cleaned out a file cabinet -- filled up an entire recyling bin in the process too. and since they can't recycle staples, we spent plenty of quality time pulling them out.
today was one of those days were all i wanted to do was go home. and here it is, 11pm and i have no idea how it got to be so $*(#ing late and the things i wanted to get done (like folding laundry, cleaning cat poop, showering and going to bed early) aren't going to happen. that damned laundry has been waiting to get folded since Sunday. Sunday. Sunday! (imagine monster truck echo here). yawn. i need to go to bed and try to catch up on my sleep.
Song of the Day: Peace on Earth