My new computer has some voice recognition features. It’ll read aloud selected text and perform some commands like, “quit this application.” I told it to make me a cup of coffee, but it didn’t work. Damn. Maybe one of these days, but it’ll have to be coffee the way I like it. My ex, of his own volition, brought me coffee every morning, but do I miss that? No, because his coffee was swill, no matter how many times I showed him how to make it. In addition, he’d appointed himself as my weight guardian and put in less sugar than I asked, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Manipulative twirp.
Thursday, March 23, 2006, around midnight
I need to go to that Pakistani place more often; I get a big plate of spicy curry and naan for five bucks! That’s about the same as eating at Whataburger.
Yesterday I saw V for Vendetta. It’s at about 70% positive on the TomatoMeter—I thought it sucked. I like Natalie Portman, but her English accent is awful, awful. I’m surprised they let it go without more work.
At the Pakistani place there’s a big screen t.v. which was set to MSNBC. They were talking about The DaVinci Code movie. Some big debate about religion, faith, offended Catholics, etc. Get the fuck over yourselves, it’s a goddamn movie, a watered-down version based on a book that was in itself a watery concoction. Sometimes I hate this stupid country. It just keeps going farther and farther backwards.
1:57 p.m.
I’m so late for class that I’m embarrassed to show up. I think I’ll just go to the campus and hang out in the computer lab until most people have left. Ugh.
Why does Newman always get so affectionate right when I have to go somewhere?
The capital ‘s’ on my keyboard is broken. WTF?
8:25 p.m.
Awright, ceramics class wasn't so bad. Granted, I didn't actually make "class," as it were. But I spoke with my instructor and he saw me begin work on the wheel and seemed pleased with it. I'm not a total beginner, but rather an "advanced beginner." I've worked on the wheel on and off for about ten years. I was throwing tonight for about four hours or so and now I'm SO TIRED. Made three cylinders though. :-P
I totally have to see Inside Man.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:27 PM
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