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Ennui — A. @ 3:24 am

PS: I totally rocked the house playing Dance Dance Revolution today. I’m just about as good as when I left off playing, but my stamina is terrible. I made it through four songs and I was completely exhausted (but my feet didn’t hurt, thanks to the Converse gods!). Maybe I was so out of breath because I had sat in a chair for like four hours straight before I went over there to play, but still. I’ve got to work on the muscles. I just thought I’d put all you wannabe DDR stars on notice.

New memory, new music, a vacuum of decorum, and Google News brainplosions

Ennui — A. @ 3:02 am

> N.E.R.D. - Rock Star (Jason Nevins Remix)
> Propellerheads - Take California
> Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl

Well, I installed my new RAM as soon as I got home. It had chips on both sides of the module, where the original stick only had chips on one side (and they had the same model number…fucking Crucial). My motherboard manual states that both modules have to have the same amount of chips on each side for them to function in dual channel mode. I put it in, and it seemed to work. When I started up the computer it said that they were functioning at 400MHz. But now I’m not sure if that’s the same as functioning in dual channel mode. I’ll have to ask Joe or something. I haven’t seen an amazing performance gain, but then again I only have like two programs open. The true test will come when I’m running every single Adobe Creative Suite application plus Flash and Dreamweaver.

That’s pretty much all that happened today. I was violently exhausted all day, but managed to instant message with Josh in the p.m. Anyway, I’m enjoying this CD that I downloaded by Tricky, one of the rappers for Massive Attack. I really should go to sleep, but I have this gnawing fear that I’m forgetting something. OMG! This Tricky song just sampled a line from Blade Runner. And an obscure one too! I’m already loving this band. I wish tomorrow was Friday, because then I would get my iPod… but it’s just Thursday. Bland, unflavored Thursday.

I’m also loving the new Ladytron album. At first I thought it was very different than their last ones, but I’m learning to appreciate it. I think tomorrow some bigwigs from the corporate office in Oregon are coming to visit. I got some snippy e-mail from our boss about how we are supposed to all be absolutely sure to attend so that we can talk about what we want in our benefit packages. I disregarded it. She didn’t send it to all of us individually, it was a mailing list for everyone in the office. I have no benefits. If they give me any crap for not attending the meeting, I’m just going to show that my wisdom teeth. Mr. Bigwig, are these going to fucking pull themselves? Blow me, corporate fucks.

I love how little I care about decorum with five hours of sleep under my belt. The wonderful thing is that my entire music and video library will fit on my iPod with around 10GB to spare. It opens doorways to musical universes I’ve never before dreamt of. I feel like getting this memory was anticlimactic. I think I’m going to launch a bunch of applications to see how my system performs. Maybe then I won’t feel like I threw out $60.

Out of complete and paralyzing boredom, I was going over my Web statistics today, and it turns out that 78% of my hits come from MySpace. That sort of depressed me. I need to make a new web site, but I have no inspiration. And absolutely no time for Web design.

Oh, I had an epiphany a few weeks ago about why I never hang out with my coworkers. I never talk to them online, that’s why we never do anything. I mean, true, they still might be implicitly excluding me, but I realized that the majority of times that I end up hanging out with people it’s that we are talking online and then decide to do something. Oh yeah, Matt said he had a MySpace. I was going to attempt to find it, but he said he didn’t have the profile, just an account so he could look at other people. Oh well.

I read so many random news stories on Google news tonight while I was waiting for pages that I thought my brain was going to explode. I came in a bit early because I thought there was going to be more work to be done, but I could have come in like three hours later and it wouldn’t have mattered. And I would’ve gotten the most delicious nap. Oh well. Speaking of naps, I should be getting some rest, instead of being on this sleepdep rampage. I need to be at least halfway awake for my math class tomorrow. It’s the last day. I can’t just breeze in there and leave after 15 minutes like I did last week. Well, I could just not show up at all but that wouldn’t make me seem like a very committed student and I have a feeling I’m going to have this teacher again so I do want to radiate some devotion to the evil beast of mathematics.

I’m tipping back my chair and expecting to fall at any moment. Oddly, I’ve kept my balance. Well, I need to get to sleep so that I can finish up this week and play with my new iPod all weekend. Never before have I been so exhausted. Ugh.

The things I do for money.

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