Just wanted to share my cool Star Trek cup, circa 1992. The characters used to disappear when you put hot liquid in them, but that stopped working after a few years.

So freaking cool.

I just spent two or three hours working to fix broken links and such on my blog. I changed the permalink structure again because I got a million 404 errors from search engines that had indexed my posts with the old links. It’s a choice between making my older posts more accessible and making my newer posts more accessible. And I choose the newer ones.

Anyway, I did a half a section of math. And unfortunately I see that the sun is coming up. I should take a nap before I have to wake up for work. I get really overtired if I don’t take a nap and just stay up all day.

I’ve been listening a lot to this song called “50 minutes” by Robots in Disguise. The chorus is ” 50 minutes, 52 weeks, four years…” and from the lyrics it sounds like she waited for something for so long and it wasn’t worth it. But I can’t really think of anything worse than living my life on Crescent City, so no matter what happens when I leave it’s going to be better.

I’ve been spending a bit too much money. But heck, I could die tomorrow. And I’m not going in the grave without buying this sweet t-shirt:

So freaking sexy. Anyway, work was okay. I keep waiting around for my boss to read this one thing that I write that he has to read before I leave, and he’s always so busy that it just never seems to happen some days. I’m sure I will get chewed out tomorrow for leaving. But at least I did stick it out for a half-hour or so after I had finished all of my work. I did some research on my fantasy of using the AppleScript scripting language to automatically import all of our old records into our database software, to no avail. Yawn.

I’m feeling a bit lazy today because I didn’t do much of anything on my math. I did like two sections this week when I really should’ve done eight sections. And I’m spending money like water. Oh well.

I drove up my class in Brookings about 30 minutes after it started (it’s a lab, so punctuality isn’t paramount), but once I got there I didn’t really feel like going in. So I went to Fred Meyer instead, ostensibly to get some graph paper. Really I just wanted to see what the progress of the construction was. And of course to ride the only escalator within a 100 mi. radius. And because I sometimes see this hot guy that I used to know through this cool girl named Nicole that I met in my photography class last year. She was the one that would hold those bonfires… Well anyay, they didn’t have any graph paper for some reason, so I grabbed some normal lined paper and decided to check out the upstairs.

At the top of the escalator there was this semi-obese kid that asked whether I was listening to an iPod. I took it out of my pocket to show him, and he asked why it was covered in plastic. I told him I hadn’t gotten a case for yet, then motioned for him to give it back. He did, and I continued shopping. The strange thing was, after I was done looking around in the upstairs I went back downstairs and was about to check out, when the same kid came up to me and told me he had his own MP3 player and how he had only filled it up maybe 10% or so. I really wanted to ask him where his parents were, but I thought that might be rude.

After my foray into Fred Meyer, I went back over to my class, but by then it was really late and I doubted if anyone was really there, so I drove home instead.

I fell asleep may be an hour after I got home (maybe 8 p.m.), too tired even to brush my teeth. And here I am awake at 3 AM. Fun.

I have this phantom feeling that there is an e-mail in my inbox that I haven’t responded to. I should look over my old messages and then get to work on my algebra.

I saw this really amazing series of short films tonight (it’s the IFC short films program thingy) while I was making myself some oatmeal. There was this one about this quantum scientist and this paradox… and then this other one about a woman who was killed in apartheid South Africa, it was amazing. I absolutely adore short films. They are so short you can’t really feel bad about watching one you don’t like. It’s just purged from your short-term memory like a stupid commercial. There’s just something about the brevity of the medium that makes it possible to tell certain stories so much better than a full-length movie. (confidentially, my paradise would be to spend forever on a comfy couch cuddling with a friend and watching cool short films on IFC)

Well, I’m going to sort through my e-mail and then do some homework. Oh, and I know nobody but me cares, but the Intel-based build of Mac OS X now has almost the exact same feature set as the PowerPC build. This is exciting for one reason and one reason only: Intel-based PowerMacs might be even closer on the horizon than previously thought. The operating system is really the only thing they need to make an order to make Intel-based Macs a reality. Now that that step is done, it makes me even more hopeful for Intel-based Macs to be released before I go to Switzerland this summer.

I haven’t called or heard from Misty since we last hung out. Every time I feel like calling her, the “I don’t like to read” fiasco lurches itself into my mind. I see her look of righteous indignation. I hear her yell at me, “I have a right to my fucking opinion.”

And I just can’t bring myself to give a flying fuck about wasting a night with her.

I’ve held back on writing this for so long, because I was reserving judgment, but that’s the last straw. Sorry, but I don’t like stupid people. Especially ones that defend it like a religion. Perhaps I misunderstood her, but I don’t see how there is wiggle room with such a blanket statement. As much as I don’t like Socrates, I feel like I must quote him now.

“The unexamined life is not worth living.”

I rack my brain trying to find something unique about Misty, but there’s nothing. She likes all that canned music on MTV, goes to see every jejune Hollywood snooze-fest, paints faeries and flowers. I don’t really claim to be original, but at least I have some tastes that weren’t invented by an advertising company. I feel that I have a consistent philosophy that I live my life by. Every time I talk to her she has completely changed what she thinks she wants.

I admit that I indulged in a lot of Selena-bashing when I was hanging out with Misty, but I take it back. And even if Selena is a different person now, I agree with her on one point. Misty is a total alcoholic. I’m noticing that almost every time we go over there Misty is smashed on wine. And she’s always totally broke. At this point in my life, I don’t need to be spending time with profligate alcoholics. I don’t blame her or anything, but I just don’t think we’re compatible any more.

She wants to turn off her mind to cope with the world, I want to turn it on.