_chris_

[sorry in advance for this being so long... i just couldn't stop typing. events were out of my hands. it's not in my control. it happens.]

from this point on, i'm boycotting the use of capital letters. i'm steadfast on this. i'm not budging, unless i just simply get tired of it, and feel some sort of nostalgia for holding down the "shift" key with my pinkie finger as i type. it might happen. it might not. i'm not too worried about it. i just figured i'd point it out for people, since in a typography class i took a while back, they said that the "integration of capitals and lower case characters" makes text flow better, makes it easier for the eye to follow across any given "page". all lower-case or all capitals causes unnecessary stress on the eyes, or some such nonsense like that...

i don't care though, and it's more than likely that you don't either.

i had told myself that i wasn't going to "smoke out" for a while, but i went and did it anyway. weak. pathetic. no willpower whatsoever. that being said, i don't regret it at all. i only wish i could live somewhere where this wasn't looked down upon as a "bad" thing... if not a bad thing, then at least not something that could possibly keep you from getting a different job from the one you have now, in the case of urine analysis.

guess i'll be drinking a lot of water and cranberry juice, and whatever else pops into my head at any given time, in the new few days or weeks or however long of a period of time i decide upon. it's fun/nice/relaxing/whatever, but i need to clean that shit out. seriously.

i'm not bitching. no one made me smoke. this is all just more of a detached observation, more than anything else.

work was all right, i guess. i'd bitch and complain, but i'm sure anyone else who deals with the public would know where i'm coming from, and in any case, it's old news anyway, so who cares?

after midnight, i spent a significant portion of the evening chilling with maia and ct. i watched some skate videos, some regular videos (all of which you can see, if you feel like watching, at hustlecoke.com), ate some halloween candy that's making my stomach hurt now, hours after the fact... i saw this pumpkin that ct carved, because i guess they were all into the idea of carving pumpkins today. all the seeds got saved, and maia baked them in the little convection oven they have. none of us knew how to make pumpkin seeds, all of our experiences with pumpkin seeds have been in those little bags you can buy at gas stations, paper bags at fairs/carnivals/flea markets, or in third grade back when we were all little kids. so, in the end, maia just popped them all in the oven, and we just kinda turned it off when we could start smelling them. no one ate any, so i'm not sure as to how they turned out. i'm sure it's not rocket science. the seeds couldn't have possibly turned out bad. how can you mess up seeds, anyway?

maia got really into the spirit of carving the pumpkin, and after cutting three little ghosts into the side of this teeny little pumpkin, she flipped it around and proceeded to carve this little pic she found online somewhere. it was really, really nice. even if you're not into pumpkins at all, for any reason. it's one of those things you see and just say, "damn... that looks like it was really hard, or time consuming, or both...".

i would post pics but i don't have any. i would at least try to share the pic that she went by, but i don't have that eiter. damn, i'm good for nothing this evening, or morning, however you want to look at it.

i'm not adjusting my clocks, either. maybe now i'll be on time for things, at least some of the time, anyway.

on the way home, i passed by this elderly man on the side of the road, he was jogging, or walking, or power walking or whatever. it doesn't really matter what the old guy was doing, it's not relevant to the point of the story. the point is, that as soon as i passed him, all the little funny noises in my car disappeared. the noises from my fucked up alignment, gone. squeaks and such, gone. the windows were still rattling, but that's because i feel the need to listen to music really loud when i'm by myself for whatever reason, and when you situate speakers beneath sheets of glass in metal frames, that kind of thing tends to happen.

i'm sure all the weird noises will be back soon, but i thought it was nice for the magical gentleman (who is obviously health conscious, to be out doing anything when the cold weather would be making most people feel like doing nothing) to unconsciously make all the noises in my car go away. i know that's not what happened. even if i was stoned and drunk out of my mind, i'd still have the common sense to know that ridiculous stuff like that doesn't happen, it's no more real than wishing on a star, or doing the breaking-of-the-wishbone thing, or throwing pennies down a well... it's still a nice idea though, so i don't see any reason to rain on my own parade, i guess.

maybe i'm just stupid. that's always an option that remains open to this day.

i'm looking at basic linux tutorials online because i might be buying this old-school vaio leptop from ct for one hundred dollars, that only runs off of ac power (owing to the lack of any kind of battery), has a touchpad that you have to double-tap because the left-click button doesn't work, and runs off of ct's own customized version of linux. go figure. it works though, he was quite happy to demonstrate to me how it does so, multitasking and such, earlier while i was at the house. i have no idea how to actually use linux though, or how to "get around", so it wasn't making a whole lot of sense to me. hence the tutorials. it's only making a teeny-tiny bit more sense to me now than it did a few hours ago. i'm sure i'll figure it out though... not knowing a single thing, about something that interests me, has never stopped me before.

i hate this whole business of setting back the clock. it's late and i know i should be asleep by now, but at the same time, the little clock in the corner of my screen, helpfully provided by the fine folks at (cough, cough) microsoft, with this version of windows, is telling me that i have an extra hour. i can drink a little more. type some more random gibberish. smoke a few more cigarettes.

then again, i could always go to sleep. there'll be more nonsense later. i assure you. "ttyl"... hahaha. good night.

-chris-