I think that I may have found myself enamored of a concept. I think that I have constructed something in which I may live -- complete with narrative arc and every defining element of story. And it involves a certain transposition of consciousness. I can't believe I would subject you to my weird, weird imagination -- in which nothing actually weird happens, but I find myself in constant shock that I ever dreamed it up.
Is that abstracted enough? I hope that if you ever saw this you would be unable to divine that you were the original intent. Are there enough layers and codes?
Oh god, I don't know if that feeling in the back of my throat and down my esophagus is infatuation or heartburn.
So, uh, how about that journal outage? Pretty damn trippy, no? I attempted to read my comments from another computer, and became VERY chagrined when I saw that I had no journal entries. Thanks, intarweb gods.
I also missed the PDX Montage get-together. I'm really sorry that I missed you guys. There's another blow in my already tired-ass esteem. Eh.
So, my friend Lauren and I are in charge of a celebration of nitrogen that will take place at the end of the month. SO MUCH nitrogen ICE CREAM and SO MANY things frozen with liquid nitrogen and SO MANY bouncy castles and SO MANY haikus and SO MANY -- well, there's really no vice that goes along with nitrogen, now is there?
Mmmhm.
(This isn't helping. I'm split in two and I'm breathing down my own neck. Just -- do -- it. I can't...)
I'm holding tightly. Why is everything slipping, then?
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So, my digital camera died. Well, it didn't so much die as -- this weekend, it suddenly stopped being able to focus on objects. Shit! Clearly, this was a case of the lens being befucked. So I brought it to my photo prof, from whom I had obtained said item, and asked him for help. 3 hours later he gave me the mangled, sad, exposed lens of the camera and told me that that was the deficient part... sigh. Luckily, he also said he'd buy me a new one on ebay. Phew.
School is getting more and more intense. I'm experiencing the emotional upheaval that I expected.
It feels fucking bizarre. And all of the things I feel -- I can't TELL anyone, really, that's the worst of it. I don't know. I chose, a very long time ago, to operate under a couple of premises. And to be sure, I cannot return now.
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Shizzle. Sorry that this is dark. Luckily, it won't keep me from pimping free ipods and stuff.
Would you like a free photo ipod (and live in the us or canada)? You should follow this link.
A 20 gig ipod, 6 gig ipod mini or another mp3 player? Use this link.
Wot about a digital camera?
There is proof that these offers work in my 'ipod' folder. Rock on!
Is that abstracted enough? I hope that if you ever saw this you would be unable to divine that you were the original intent. Are there enough layers and codes?
Oh god, I don't know if that feeling in the back of my throat and down my esophagus is infatuation or heartburn.
So, uh, how about that journal outage? Pretty damn trippy, no? I attempted to read my comments from another computer, and became VERY chagrined when I saw that I had no journal entries. Thanks, intarweb gods.
I also missed the PDX Montage get-together. I'm really sorry that I missed you guys. There's another blow in my already tired-ass esteem. Eh.
So, my friend Lauren and I are in charge of a celebration of nitrogen that will take place at the end of the month. SO MUCH nitrogen ICE CREAM and SO MANY things frozen with liquid nitrogen and SO MANY bouncy castles and SO MANY haikus and SO MANY -- well, there's really no vice that goes along with nitrogen, now is there?
Mmmhm.
(This isn't helping. I'm split in two and I'm breathing down my own neck. Just -- do -- it. I can't...)
I'm holding tightly. Why is everything slipping, then?
---
So, my digital camera died. Well, it didn't so much die as -- this weekend, it suddenly stopped being able to focus on objects. Shit! Clearly, this was a case of the lens being befucked. So I brought it to my photo prof, from whom I had obtained said item, and asked him for help. 3 hours later he gave me the mangled, sad, exposed lens of the camera and told me that that was the deficient part... sigh. Luckily, he also said he'd buy me a new one on ebay. Phew.
School is getting more and more intense. I'm experiencing the emotional upheaval that I expected.
It feels fucking bizarre. And all of the things I feel -- I can't TELL anyone, really, that's the worst of it. I don't know. I chose, a very long time ago, to operate under a couple of premises. And to be sure, I cannot return now.
--------------
Shizzle. Sorry that this is dark. Luckily, it won't keep me from pimping free ipods and stuff.
Would you like a free photo ipod (and live in the us or canada)? You should follow this link.
A 20 gig ipod, 6 gig ipod mini or another mp3 player? Use this link.
Wot about a digital camera?
There is proof that these offers work in my 'ipod' folder. Rock on!
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Damn. That's heavy.
Should I feel bad about finding something that is obviously intensely personal so entertaining to read?