Been playing some games, working on some independent projects, scavenging old computers for an internet-usable one for my brother, etc. Not much going on, really.
Hmm.
Everyone stopped blogging. An ill omen?
I find myself whistling all the time now. It's really annoying, and I wish I would stop.
I hate letting people use things. My brother came over today and needed to use my computer since his floppy drive wasn't working. While he was messing with it, I couldn't help but feel paranoid or put out. I guess I just feel that no one else should be messing around with my shit.
Mmk, let's recap.
- The game thing was NOT BS. Circuit City does that every 6 months or so to clear up built game stock. And thank god for it -- I ended up getting 5 games for $27. Yay. Now I can be even more of a hermit.
- Been sleeping a lot lately. I don't intend to, it just happens.
- Still losing weight. Lost another pound or two since the last blog.
- Cat likes to throw up on my floor. Wonderful.
- Had a clarinet lesson today. Sucked like hell. Waste of $15.
That's about it. Ho-hum. Haven't played much of my games because I've been busy with some other online obligation type things.
I'm ridiculously bored, and it's four fucking AM, so I'm writing this!
Here's how my day went. I stayed up until 5 or 6 AM yesterday doing god-knows-what (I actually can't remember. How sad is that? I think I was coding a line intersection algorithm and talking on IRC (about the algorithm), but I can't remember. I might have played a game or something.) Then I woke up at 2 and fucked around a bit. Then I played Vandal Hearts 2, a relatively unknown PSOne game, for a few hours to kill time before my dad got home. I guess that constitutes fucking around.
Anyway, my dad got home and we left for the other office at which he works to view a fireworks show, which, as it happened, was set off right across the street. We had a really good view. Even though fireworks are stupid, it was entertaining because it was incredibly fucking loud and we could smell the gunpowder/smoke. I got to meet a few of my dad's coworkers and one of their daughters, an inane little 16-year-old bitch. But who cares about her? She likes dance. Pfft.
On the way home, the retarded cops (who were being retarded, as usual) had practically half the roads blocked off, and all of the stoplights were flashing red for some reason. It took us an hour to leave the building, make a u-turn onto the access road to the freeway, and get back to a relative spot close to the building. It took us another hour to get home because, as I stated previously, the cops are retarded (as usual).
I got home and found out that Circuit City, like Best Buy did 3 months ago, is having a huge console game blowout sale and selling many new console games for $5 each. I'm going to go up there tomorrow/today morning and check it out; hopefully it's not bullshit. It would be awesome if it wasn't, because I have $25 to blow, so that's 5 games. I already looked through a list of them and I marked 10 I'd like to have, so let's hope I get lucky.
Then, being bored, I sat out with my parents and talked about random shit for an hour or two. Then my mom went to bed, and I talked about random shit (although it was much deeper this time) with my dad. He's a lot like me, only more pig-headed and slightly less smart. We talked for a few hours about religion, the nature of humans, xenophobia, politics (of course), and the artistic media (including anime). It was the best talk I've had in a while, and we did the whole thing to the backdrop of The War of the Worlds movie by H.G. or Orson Welles (I can't remember which, but does it matter?). Cool guy, him.
Oh, and I'm losing weight. I've already lost 4-5 pounds in a few days, and there's more where that came from! Well, actually, less, if you think about it... but, uh, screw you. I'll say what I want, because I'll be not fat soon. You just watch. (My dreams are finally realized.)
This post was ridiculously long. Sorry. I'm just bored and am not tired yet.
Blogger's servers are sucking hardcore lately. It acts like there are too many connections.
Everyone seems to have a hard-on for productivity. But it's not real productivity, the kind you get from learning something new or building something. It's the fake kind, the kind that tries to justify your existence but usually fails. It's bullshit like pretending you're a loser if you're concerned about learning so you can get ahead in your career someday and for not doing random "fun" things that will never amount to anything. Of course it's fun to do these things, but I'm not a loser if I don't want to do them all the time and would rather concentrate on being MYSELF. We lose some individuality when we can only define ourselves in the scope of our friends.