fear me not, for i am the Food-Bringer
my fish has begun snatching food and darting away to hide again. probably means i've become too erratic about feeding him. he sure knows how to make me feel guilty, pretending like he doesn't even recognise me anymore...
am realizing that lately each i've been looking forward far too much to posting journal entries and checking for responses, which has prompted an important realization: i need to get out more. really-truly. fatespawn got to hang out at the mudhouse with an awesome goth friend of ours last week, and when he told me about it i was surprised at just how faraway the downtown mall feels to me lately. (i was properly jealous, too - i wanted to get to see her!) but you see, i used to take the trolley to the downtown mall twice a week to see the psych, but at the end of last school year i stopped seeing her, and so now this school year i don't get out that way at all. i remember how it was such a break away to get off campus... was an entirely different tempo to everything. sure, i had to make sure i got to the psych's on time, but afterwards i was dependant on the bus to get back or else had to walk, and it was in the middle of the day when i didn't have any classes to hurry off to. so i'd often wander about strolling aimlessly for a while, walking on that brick-patterned street, checking out the thrift shops and just people watching. and then this past summer, i would hang out with people. we'd go to the cheap cheap noodle place (which i hear has expanded beyond its original closet-sized kitchen with no eating area - i'm curious to see!), and stay up late talking at twisted branch, where i was too cheap to actually order anything but my friends often shared their tea with me. (that made me feel like a bit of a bastard. a lucky one, though. sometimes i think my ways are almost extravagantly spendthrift, but then i try to reconcile that with my real and immanent poverty. i'm still not quite sure how it all adds up). and even just being around the many colorful people i didn't know, out there on the mall, with their clothes and bags and kids and hats and ballon animals and the street performers with their music - all of that rubbed a certain something off on me, and i think that now i need to find that again and up my current daily intake.
instead of that twice-weekly pilgramage downtown, i now go mondays and wednesdays by bus to the darden business school, where i spend 5 hours working each day... you can see where it wouldn't be quite the same. is good stuff, but not social, and not a break - by the time i get out i definitely want to get back home. though i have been walking home from darden, and that's cool - each time i've passed this place by the bridge where there's a big mound of snow boulderish things on the other side... they're kind of clumped and melded together, and look for all the world like mini marshmallows that have been floating in hot chocolate long enough to start to lose their shapes. those snow-marshmallows and the birds flying overhead make me happy about walking that stretch every time.
part of it is that it's winter yet - this morning was bone-chillingly cold, and snow is due tomorrow. so it's little wonder that i'm not getting much time out. but i'm gonna start making sure i do before i explode. i spend far too much time (um... by that i mean all my time) in one school building or another, dorms included, and i've got to get myself some lungfuls of fresh, non-academic air.
o - ha, forgot. last night i dreamed that real life had save points, and people went to them just as they might stop by the post office or such. i guess that if you went to sleep without saving you'd lose whatever hadn't been saved? and when people lost part of their progress, they generally wouldn't bother trying to redo it because in real life it wouldn't really work - either things would come out different or else the whole thing would feel so contrived that there would be no point in actually acting it out. but yes... would be coo. i seem to be really stuck on this living in a videogame-type thing.
but it would be so cool... if somebody fell asleep before they saved something they'd experience with you, you'd get to relive it trying to tell them all about it all over again. might be kind of annoying sometimes too, if you had a particularly scatterbrained friend, but if that were the case they just wouldn't level up. and heh, it could upon occasion be reminiscent of memento, but then, if you didn't save your action then they didn't really happen, at least not for you.
would be an odd, schizophrenic kind of world...
my fish has begun snatching food and darting away to hide again. probably means i've become too erratic about feeding him. he sure knows how to make me feel guilty, pretending like he doesn't even recognise me anymore...
am realizing that lately each i've been looking forward far too much to posting journal entries and checking for responses, which has prompted an important realization: i need to get out more. really-truly. fatespawn got to hang out at the mudhouse with an awesome goth friend of ours last week, and when he told me about it i was surprised at just how faraway the downtown mall feels to me lately. (i was properly jealous, too - i wanted to get to see her!) but you see, i used to take the trolley to the downtown mall twice a week to see the psych, but at the end of last school year i stopped seeing her, and so now this school year i don't get out that way at all. i remember how it was such a break away to get off campus... was an entirely different tempo to everything. sure, i had to make sure i got to the psych's on time, but afterwards i was dependant on the bus to get back or else had to walk, and it was in the middle of the day when i didn't have any classes to hurry off to. so i'd often wander about strolling aimlessly for a while, walking on that brick-patterned street, checking out the thrift shops and just people watching. and then this past summer, i would hang out with people. we'd go to the cheap cheap noodle place (which i hear has expanded beyond its original closet-sized kitchen with no eating area - i'm curious to see!), and stay up late talking at twisted branch, where i was too cheap to actually order anything but my friends often shared their tea with me. (that made me feel like a bit of a bastard. a lucky one, though. sometimes i think my ways are almost extravagantly spendthrift, but then i try to reconcile that with my real and immanent poverty. i'm still not quite sure how it all adds up). and even just being around the many colorful people i didn't know, out there on the mall, with their clothes and bags and kids and hats and ballon animals and the street performers with their music - all of that rubbed a certain something off on me, and i think that now i need to find that again and up my current daily intake.
instead of that twice-weekly pilgramage downtown, i now go mondays and wednesdays by bus to the darden business school, where i spend 5 hours working each day... you can see where it wouldn't be quite the same. is good stuff, but not social, and not a break - by the time i get out i definitely want to get back home. though i have been walking home from darden, and that's cool - each time i've passed this place by the bridge where there's a big mound of snow boulderish things on the other side... they're kind of clumped and melded together, and look for all the world like mini marshmallows that have been floating in hot chocolate long enough to start to lose their shapes. those snow-marshmallows and the birds flying overhead make me happy about walking that stretch every time.
part of it is that it's winter yet - this morning was bone-chillingly cold, and snow is due tomorrow. so it's little wonder that i'm not getting much time out. but i'm gonna start making sure i do before i explode. i spend far too much time (um... by that i mean all my time) in one school building or another, dorms included, and i've got to get myself some lungfuls of fresh, non-academic air.
o - ha, forgot. last night i dreamed that real life had save points, and people went to them just as they might stop by the post office or such. i guess that if you went to sleep without saving you'd lose whatever hadn't been saved? and when people lost part of their progress, they generally wouldn't bother trying to redo it because in real life it wouldn't really work - either things would come out different or else the whole thing would feel so contrived that there would be no point in actually acting it out. but yes... would be coo. i seem to be really stuck on this living in a videogame-type thing.
but it would be so cool... if somebody fell asleep before they saved something they'd experience with you, you'd get to relive it trying to tell them all about it all over again. might be kind of annoying sometimes too, if you had a particularly scatterbrained friend, but if that were the case they just wouldn't level up. and heh, it could upon occasion be reminiscent of memento, but then, if you didn't save your action then they didn't really happen, at least not for you.
would be an odd, schizophrenic kind of world...
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The Dog Personality
People born in the year of the dog are usually candid, honest, generous, righteous, studious and energetic, which makes it easy for them to attract the favor of the opposite sex.
They are kind-hearted, always ready to listen to and share other people's cares and burdens. They know how to get along well with others. Sometimes they will protect the interests of other people even by sacrificing their own. If there's someone often paying a handsome reward, he must be a person born in the year of the dog.
They seldom lose their temper, even when they're abused by other people. They do, however, flare up sometimes, but only for a moment, and never out of jealousy. When they have conflicts with others, they always try to make compromises instead of harboring hatred in their hearts.
When they are determined to do something, they will hold on to the very last. They always choose respectful careers, and are sure to achieve success by conscientious hard work.
But never count on them to play a part in settling disputes because they are not willing to involve themselves in such situations. They always guard themselves from abuse, and will only make friends with people in whom they have full confidence.
Being noted cynics, they are highly critical of misbehavior, and are sure to rise up to fight evil in every situation. When they think themselves right, they will not submit to anyone's opinion; and when they have settled something, no one is able to change it. They usually argue in a thoughtful and logical way; but when their integrity's attacked, they will fiercely defend themselves. At the same time, they will never backbite anyone, and they will rush to help when there's danger somewhere.
Gifted with a special sensitivity, they have keen insight into other people's minds. Dividing others into either friends and opponents they will not judge a person without foundation, but once they have developed on opinion of somebody, it is difficult for them to change it. Usually they will give you good advise. Pragmatic by nature, they can help those who boast to overcome their shortcomings. They often think it necessary to point out other people's mistakes so as to help them develop an objective view of themselves and the reality.
Though they don't value money very much, they have an unparalleled ability to bring in money when they are in need of them.
They always appear to be in high spirits, but actually in their hearts there is a shadow of pessimism. Sometimes they worry too much, imagining dangers around every corner.
Women born in the year of the dog are usually strong in thinking. Though plainly dressed, they like nice and fluffy hair styles that make their expressive faces more vivid. They sometimes fidget when angry, but generally they cooperate well with other people and uphold justice. They prefer outdoor sports such as swimming and playing tennis, and they are good friends to their husbands and children, always attentive in listening to their opinions and never getting in their way.
Warm-hearted and easy-going, they are always willing to make friends with other people. These friendships became deepened through usual contacts, such as visits and chats over tea, etc. And they always seem to have the friends in need.
They are energetic and ambitious, and prefer to bury themselves in work that interests them. It's a pity that they lack patience. They seldom get frenzied in love as do people born in the year of the horse or tiger, but they often show the utmost solicitude toward their sweethearts in a quiet way.
It seems that those born in the night are more aggressive than those born in the daytime. But all of them will live a peaceful life with abundance in daily necessities.
They can get along in harmony with those born in the year of the horse, snake, monkey, pig, or even the dog, but not the ox or sheep, and especially not the rooster. They collide with those born in the year of the dragon and never trust them.
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