I just finished watching An Inconvenient Truth. It was very compelling…I’m in total agreement with his conclusion. We are fucked. But I am doing my part to help, my scooter gets a hundred miles a gallon (although I waste copious amounts of electrical power running distributed computing, bittorrent, and video encoding 24/7).
I seriously don’t know what to write about. There’s the normal BS of my life (scooter needed to be serviced 70 miles ago, I don’t have the money, more outrageous bank fees, my generalized poverty), and then the love life stuff (I don’t know if I can deal with a depressed guy that listens to horrible folk rock, even though he’s smokin’ hot and is rather intelligent [Josh II]; a nice guy I know that I have some things in common with, but he doesn’t seem to want to meet my friends or return my texts [Mark], and of course Patrick, who’s coming in three weeks and I’m not sure what that’s going to be like…I mean, I know we’ll have crazy fun, but I’m not sure how I feel about him.)
I’m absolutely sure that was an incorrect use of parenthesis, but I don’t care.
Christen just got back from class. I’m at her house, she had rented the Gore movie. Ariel, her adorable bird, kept chirping every five minutes, but she calmed down eventually.
I’m supposed to go to the Kasbah with Annie on Friday to meet a cool (gay) friend of hers (who has a boyfriend) and I’m supposed to bring Mark…which is really weird, since we’re not dating at all or even like hanging out. Weird.
I need to get wasted. But I don’t really drink. So…I guess my equivalent is to just watch lots and lots of Star Trek. I’m at the end of season six of Voyager, and I’m going to start the last season this week! I must admit, watching the last episode of a series sends me into spiralling depression, so I will probably turn it off before that last 20 minutes of the last episode. I wish I knew someone that was as into watching random sci-fi as I was. Someone snuggly…hmm…