> Meat Beat Manifesto - Paradise Now
> Bigod 20 - One (The Jack Danger’s Full-on Mix)
> Felix Da Housecat - Romantique
> Miss Kittin and Goldenboy - 1234

Nothing happened today except for my psychology class. And this raging storm, and almost hitting this giant tree/power line. Still, it’s not as dramatic as it sounds. I’m becoming better friends with this girl in my psychology class who went to elementary school with me. Her name sounds vaguely familiar to me and she looks vaguely familiar. We deduced that we were in second grade and sixth-grade together. How odd is that?

We were talking about digital art and such, so I gave her my web site address. Thinking about my web site makes me feel like I need to either get rid of all the other pages on my site or redesign them to look like my blog. I don’t know… I feel all the days of a black background on white text is dead, but it will take extensive knowledge of cascading style sheets and actionscript to make my site look like any ideas that I would come up with. I want a slick, OSX-ey feel to my site, but I also want to hold true to my earlier themes of viruses and decay. After all, retroviral.net can’t exactly be a site full of bubbles and pixie dust. Retroviruses are insidious and incurable. I can only attempt to replicate that theme in my site. I just need to take some Web design classes in a real city to patch the holes in my knowledge.

I called Joe today on Skype and he was doing well, I guess. He was really exhausted and looking for a new job online. I guess all I did was talk, but I was excited to hear from him.

Kelly quit her job, so we will have all sorts of time to hang out (I suppose). I have this fantasy of hanging around the Sunrise area, and driving around in the suburban hell so that I can feel all the suffocation and ennui of modern man, but Sacramento doesn’t really excite me that way. It’s just like Crescent City, except there are more people. And Jamba Juice. And Starbucks. And the Apple store. And Barnes and Noble. If the American propaganda machine has taught me anything, it’s that things are more important than people. And the only way to true happiness is having more things around you. Big cities have lots of things. I would give a kidney to just spend a whole day in Manhattan with Kelly. We would have so much fun. I watched a few episodes of Futurama tonight, and there was this one glorious scene:

Creepy fortune telling machine: “Do you want to die!?”

Bender: “NO! I don’t own enough things yet!”

I love that show. I also love tacos. And tonight I was able to enjoy them simultaneously. *belly-pat of contentment*

I can’t believe it’s midnight already. I want to watch this cool movie (well I think it’s going to be cool) called A Zed and Two Noughts. I have had it on my Netflix list forever, and on my Amazon.com list before that…and it finally it sits on my desk. And I can’t find time to watch it. Mostly I want to wait until I get my new computer, then there won’t be the background noise of a small jet engine taking off. Christ.

I’m exhausted and I feel like I’m living the same day over again year after year. One of the new reporters started today. I won’t even notice it, but it’ll be next year and she’ll be gone. Actually, it will be the other way around. My dad seems determined to kick me out at the end of the semester. Me and Kelly are moving to San Francisco. SWEET!

I’m almost starting to believe that Christian Science bullshit about pain being made by demons. My wrists haven’t hurt at all these last two days, but my back is killing me now. Oh well. I will pop some more ibuprofen in the morning. I guess it’s fashionable to be addicted to painkillers. *strikes a pose*

I have gorged myself on tacos, and now it’s time to sleep.

If you are bored, check out this interview with the main guy from Meat Beat Manifesto. I found it interesting. But then again, I’m in love with Meat Beat Manifesto. You decide.

Christ. Now it’s hailing…will the gods get it over with and just destroy this hellhole already?