I'm typing in the computer lab and the dude next to me has displayed quite an interest in whatever I've been doing, going so far as to comment on it. So, I've got the text magnification on my browser set to infinitesimal. I can't see it myself, so surely no one else can read it. I can say whatever the hell I want! Ha, a-ha, BWAh haahaahaahaaa!!
Reminds me of the time [in band camp] when I was working out on the stair machine at the gym, and this freakazoid chick on the machine next to me literally leaned over to look at my stats to see how fast I was going, etc. Talk about psychotically competitive. I mean, I'm surprised she didn't fall off her machine in her efforts; her nose was practically in my face. After the third time or whatever, I took my towel and draped it over my display panel. Jezus. I think about that nearly every time I work out.
Got a cheese pizza at Pizza Slut Express on campus. They make the best. Loads of cheese that just oozes butterfat all over my tongue. *smacking lips* Of course, if I get a pizza, then I have to get a Coke too, which is bad. But it tastes so goooooooood.
Uh, what else is going on. A disadvantage to working out is that my jeans are loose on me now.
The dude next to me, not the one who reads my crap but on the other side, is suffering from an appalling state of hygiene. Or rather, I'm suffering. Two words for ya, dude: soap and water. Make that three: toothpaste.
I talked to the watercolor professor about my idea for the "memorabilia" project and believe it or not, now I'm all excited and can't wait to get started! I'm gonna stretch the watercolor paper tonight, wheeeee.
I've got an appointment for the kittens this Thursday to be spayed/neutered. The lady from the adoption agency then said, repeatedly, "So you can bring them in to be adopted now." Shit. I have to make a decision about whether or not to adopt them myself. Help me make the decision! Gahhhh! I don't know how I can give them up but I'm not sure that's enough reason to keep them. God I love them so much. I'm glad that at least the lady agreed to schedule me an appointment somewhere else because she initially scheduled me at a place I won't name because it's nationally-known, but this one here in town bites. Surely it's not their fault, but the funding. Still, I don't want them getting their mitts on my children.
Eeee, that assignment is due tomorrow, the one about the future. My favorite scenario, or rather, what sounds most plausible to me, comes from Marge Piercy's He, She and It. There, all the corporations have merged into just a handful, like three or so, and they've become their own city-states in opposition of each other. So if you're employed at the corporation, you're also housed at their facilities, and the city-states have a protective dome covering them to keep out the toxins and radiation in the environment. People outside the dome, in no-man's land, are fucked. Another aspect of that book that I found fascinating was that people at birth had a computer port implanted in their heads, and to go on line, you just plug yourself in. No interface like keyboard, mouse or monitor. Not too different from The Matrix I guess, except this book came out first. Anyway, if I use that idea it'll be stealing. Oh! This is the book that Eduard kept! That cocksucker.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 4:30 PM
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