Jungian Archetypes

I took a personality test thrice today. The definitive one if you will. Turns out I'm actually an ISTJ as opposed to an INTJ or INTP as I previously suspected.

Fucking Hotel AC Units...

There must be a ghost in the machine cause the fucking AC Unit was rattling off like Scrooge's business pal in A Christmas Carol. My theory is Toucan Sam paid me a midnight visit and accidentally opened his stupid mouth and spat his disgusting and foul Froot Loops all over the ventilation. Maybe a mouse got caught in the fan. Then the bones were ground up somewhat, at least to which point where they were small enough to be blown around by the fans. Now they clatter against the housing. Ceaselessly.

Oh yes, today was another fun day spent at Sterling. It kind of bothers me that I have to be on site when my work doesn't require it, but then again I feel I can get more done when I'm not being distracted by the asinine conversational styling of my roommates (Nubs) with his asinine accusations being tossed about like so much rice at a Massachusetts rainbow wedding. I've also caught wind of another, more sinister (than a pride wedding) event. Matt's car, she is dead. More accurately, he can't put her in reverse so now she sits and waits to be hauled off to the scrapyard. It was about time the old bitch died, but it annoys me that I paid insurance on the fucker to watch it choke on its own fluids. Oh well, such is life. Unbelieveably, I've written in this thing two days in a row! I feel like I should celebrate. Maybe I'll get a six pack tomorrow for my drive home.

IF ANYONE EVER DARES TO FLAG ME AS OBJECTIONABLE I WILL VOMIT PISSBLOOD DIRECTLY INTO THEIR EYES

Icy Tundra Redux

Snowboarding is hard fucking work. I went again today and my legs feel like they're going to fall off.

Now that I actually feel like finishing this...

I Started the day off on the bunny slope slowly sliding down the ice slicked bank. 2 o'clock came around. I was scheduled for another beginner's lesson. I assumed it would be more of the same, boy how wrong I was. Matt was our instructor's name and it was clear he wanted to teach us snowboarding no matter the cost to his sanity. This man was tenacious, but totally supportive in light of the awful fuck ups and general lack of coordination I displayed on the snowbanks. "Heels up!," he would call. My feet would do the opposite. "Toes up!," he bellowed. Once again my body knew not what it was doing and I ended up with cross shifted weight that made me topple over. This toes and heels business was not covered in my previous lesson, and I was not prepared for the sheer amount of trauma it was to put on my delicate calf muscles. We practiced this not altogether trivial pursuit for about an hour, until he suggested we hit up the slopes. A predictable mixture of excitement and trepidation entered my gullet as I skated toward the lift gates.

The first thing I noticed was the fucking lift chairs whizzing up and down the hill like Macauly Culkin being chased bees. Matt told us not to worry, as they slowed down quickly after hitting the boarding platform. This turned out to be true and I did not receive a concussion by blunt force lift chair trauma, but did feel a strong connection with Ann Darrow. I nervously looked out over the tundra while attempting to ignore the colossal weight of my snowboard threatening to pull me to the icy waste when I spied the mountain top. From here the misery would only increase.

Snowboarding down a mountain is not a trifling ordeal. The son of a bitch is a slippery mistress, which makes something as rudimentary as standing a struggle of Sisyphean proportions. I fell. Oh god how I fell. Toes up, ass down. Heels up, ass down. I fell and got up and fell and ran out of breath and got up and fell. The whole time I was falling, Matt stood there helping. That man had the patience of a saint. In the end, it paid off, I actually figured out the "heels up" part and made it some way down the mountain before falling over myself and scraping up my back on the ice. I think I almost died once from collision with a sign held up by PVC pipe, but that's for another day. I reached the bottom, thanked Matt for the understanding and pity he showered upon me, and headed into the locker room to change.

I have to say, for those few precious seconds where I wasn't picking myself up off the snow I was having fun. When you get some speed it's fun and scary and exhilarating all at the same time. That being said, I don't intend on taking the lift on my next visit.

Braving the Icy Tundra

I went snowboarding on Sunday, though I neglected to mention this till Thursday, as is usually the case since I am so inconsistent in updating this thing. The interesting thing about snowboarding is the fact I would like to keep trying it. I would say this is one of the few outdoor activities (apart from swimming) I would actually like to do on a regular basis. It makes you sore as hell, sure, but it also elicits a feeling unmatched by any other I've experienced. It's tough, no doubt, but this time I would like to keep pushing myself to improve rather than abandon the tract as I was want to do with physical activities before. Maybe I'm just trying to make up for lost time when I was younger, I dunno. I think I have more balance than I give myself credit for, since falling mainly happened only when I attempted to stop. Turning is not quite second nature, but for never snowboarding before in my life, I felt I could have done much worse. I didn't hit anyone or anything, and usually only fell because it was easier to do than stop. Next time, I gotta see if they have half-sizes since the 10s I picked up hurt like a motherfucker. If not, perhaps 11s would be just perfect for me. Since then, I've played Rock Band at both Kyle and Ron's place and must say if I had room for it, I'd definitely own a copy. That being said, it won't become a reality until either someone moves out, or I get a place of my own.

A place of my own, yes, I've often though about this. Perhaps this is where I should place my thoughts for future review. My roommates, for all their faults, are definitely some of my best friends. Moving out would make things considerably more boring as I would lose the spontaneity of my current situation. The flip side is the increased living space and freedom. I could arrange things to be very feng-shui, I could do anything I wanted nearly whenever without worrying about what my roommates are doing, and possibly even get a pet. Plus, maybe I'll finally get a girlfriend, and if she comes over I won't have to worry about the place looking less than stellar, though I doubt I'd date a girl who'd dump me for a messy apartment in the first place. Just more considerations to throw into my increasingly deep pot of doubt.

From the Deadjournal

Here is some crap from another blog I have, shifted to Blogger since it's a better system anyhow.

Ruminations on Life:
Sometimes I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. Sometimes reality makes me queasy and shaky. I realize that we know little to nothing about everything, and it bothers me. I contemplate the human condition, I contemplate the history of existence. I curse the world, and coddle it in the same breath. Expansive realms have yet to be explored, yet it seems that humanity is only shrinking its own growth. We seem more and more to focus on the mundane, the trivial, when we should aim high and strive to be majestic. After all, what other goals are there to strive for? Why do we put ceilings on ourselves, bind ourselves with limitations induced only by our own minds? Existence is not meant for a limited and narrow frame, it's meant to be as expansive as is possible. We trifle ourselves with petty things such as land and natural resources when we could be concentrating on the higher and greater good. Humanity is the only thing that can take care of itself, for nothing else has the capacity or sympathy towards the race to help it. Sometimes religion is to be contemplated as well. I've heard it called many things, but cult-like seems to be most accurate. I've questioned the reasoning behind it and feel it holds no water. Why must we trust in a shapeless and nameless being to guide us and tell us what to do? Why can a person not choose their own destiny? What is the purpose of believing in this deity anyways? The only end goal in sight is the promise of a glorious afterlife, but what about the life at the moment? Why is religion so fixated on the glory of life after death, and not on life itself? We should be free to live how we wish, not bound by some archaic fables. Religion hinders progress in a bad way sometimes. For all its faults, however, it does produce some good does come of it. For instance, it helps people become good, it shows them the feeling of being nice to others and supporting their fellow man. For these purposes alone, religion is worth keeping around. Unfortunately, people are all too willing to die for these ficitional characters and end up causing great harm to their fellow man. It is ridiculous, and if these deities were really so great, they would frown upon mankind's actions and put a stop to all the senseless fighting. The negative aspect of religion is its scare factor. But anyways, there are other avenues to explore. Relationships have always scared me in a way. I believe it's because relationships are the building blocks of existence itself, they are the keys to creating any kind of matter. They are significant in the most primordial of ways, and reality would be nil if they were not in place. Human to human relationships may be just as important as the atomic bonds that form water, in ways we have yet to realize. Life is a beautiful thing, but what is the alternative? Can you really experience death? Decay is inevitable, but even throughout decay, life flourishes, so what is true death? There are ways to experience life in a new light as well, and sometimes we just need to find those ways to gain a whole new outlook. Free yourself, don't be strapped down, unburden yourself, and walk a mile in silence. Lose yourself in a beautiful dream, for if there were a purpose to sleep, it would be to escape to a different and ideal realm from time to time. Focus on the sky, watch the horizon, do not default to looking at things the same way that everyone else does. Find the light.

Attempt at Fiction:
During my cryostasis, there was but one recurring and constant thought, the synergy between good and evil. The fact that one could not survive without the other haunted my frozen sleep for what seemed an eternity. It made me ponder my life up to this point, made me think about what I had done and would continue to do in the upcoming years. During my lifetime, before becoming locked in this vessel, I was a mercenary for hire. I killed for cash. I was cold blooded, never thinking about my actions, never looking back. I was bold and reckless. And I was soon to be reborn.
As I came to, a rush of wind and a bellow of steam assaulted my senses. I was aware and alert, and greeted reality with a stern smirk. I groggily opened my eyes, and attempted to scope the perimeter. That was met with an immediate obstacle, the brace around my neck. I tried to yell angrily, but what emerged was largely unintelligible, so I gave up on that approach. I decided it would be best to wait, after all, I noticed many coated lab technicians darting to and fro like errant white mice. A rather plump one of their numbers sauntered up to me. He exuded an aura of undeniable self-assurance. He was a man of short stature, but it was very evident he had great confidence. His one eye seemed to glint strangely, and I realized it was artificial. “Hello, Mr. Warsaw. I hope you’ve had a pleasant sleep,” he said. “Do not struggle with your restraints, we will release you when you’ve been properly taken care of.” I tried to struggle once again, and was met with more failure, so I decided to follow his sage advice and wait. He gestured to one of the others, a man of medium build with a brown goatee and wild hair. “Dave, I need you to inject the necessary… stimulants into Mr. Warsaw. I trust your team will do the job right.” Dave nodded to the large man, and I shot an angry glance in his direction. It was carelessly brushed off, and I sank back, waiting for my rebirth, in full.
I watched the large man exit the room. He walked towards the door to the left, and bent over curiously. I looked at this and didn’t comprehend, until I realized he was using a retinal scanner to exit. This seemed strange to me, and I pondered it for a while. Coming to no logical conclusion, I decided it would be best to ask about it later. Now that the fat man was gone, I was left with a view of the lab in full. Surfaces glinted sharply in the fluorescent assault, and I had to squint to keep my eyes from hurting. Bulky containers with multicolored liquids coated the walls, which scientists were busily examining. A large table was placed squarely in the middle of the bottom floor, containers, hoses, and surgical instruments lining its perimeter. Because of the restraints, I couldn’t see much of the upper levels, but I could tell they were made of many interwoven catwalks and platforms, largely supported by great metallic pillars. I could tell the lab curved, for the windows at the far end projected a semicircular gleam from the sunlight. I thought it strange, that such a top-secret operation could be located above ground, and filed it away as another question to ask later. I had a strong intuition that I was headed for the table in the middle, and my suspicions were confirmed when Dave walked up to me. “So you are the infamous ‘Serial Blood-letter’?” he sneered through clenched teeth. “You life rests precariously in the balance, Letter, and at any moment, I can swiftly take it from you. Do not fight against us, and we will do our best to restore what you have been only clinging to.” I gave Dave an arrogant look, and realized that it would get me nowhere in my incapacitated state, so I let him take over the ordeal. “Very good, nice of you to cooperate,” he said, madness glistening in his eye. I went unconscious soon afterwards, scientists surrounding, and eager for their chunk of cheese.

Story of Clutch, now finished:
Well, on Friday, April 16, 2004, I went with my cousin and saw one of the greatest rock bands of the 90s, a little group called Clutch, perform in dahwntahwn Pittsburgh. There was this place, once called Rosebud, that has been transformed into a place called The World (not The World on Fire, or Post-apocolyptic World, or World of Hurt) and such was the fateful venue of the Clutch performance. We started the evening by waltzing into an over 21 bar, where the bouncer kindly decided that we need not flash our government issued ID cards, and replied with a kindly "shit, go ahead." While in this delightfully decadent tavern, we were greeted with many a fine looking lady, one of whom decided to serve us. Because of the upcoming rock extravaganza, I was none too hungry for foodstuffs, for my bowels ached for pure rock fury. Whilst in this club, Dwayne, one of our compatriots in the search for a good time, found out his girlfriend was escorted to the hospital via fuzzmobile, and was forced to miss the beginning of the show. This did not deterr me nor my cousin, and we vaunted faithfully towards the back of the long long line. We met a few fellow Clutch fans, and as we headed towards the hallowed golden doors, we admired the various crappy charicatures emblazoned on the sacred venue wall, paintings of a negro Yoda, and obscure cartoon characters leered at us, silently cackling and egging us ever towards the venerable portal. Upon reaching the pinnacle, the gates opened before us, and we were greeted with the sweet sounds of "We need to see your ID, sir." Naturally, I replied "I'm not gonna be drinking anyways," and was let through with nary a sideways glance. Mark, my cousin, on the other hand, was destined to become inebriated during our venture, and as such, asked with gusto for his $5 beer bracelet. We headed towards the brilliant halls, and noticed others scrambling about as ants, waiting for the queen of rock to unveil one of her chosen workers, the ones to be fed the royal jelly of rock and ascend to sit at her side.

To be continued...
(I should finish this)

End:
Then they played. There is nothing else to say.

And that's all of them.

Maybe I should make this Interesting...

I'm thinking I should start posting links or something to make this bitch at least a little interesting, so that's what I'm going to do.

The Whitest Kids U Know:
Search Youtube.

It's the end of November

Seems like I missed posting quite a few times, mainly because I'm lazy and didn't feel like writing about anything in particular. Tuesday is now taco day at Castaways in Bridgeville. This means that from now on, I'm going to stuff my face with 11-15 tacos worth of food. I think this is bad for my health, but look at me not giving a shit. I don't use hot sauce on them so it's not like I'm going to be shitting lava the next day, though I'll probably get a little plugged up. Before tacos, I fucked around with work stuff and played Smash Bros. with Matt and Nubs. I was getting pissed because nothing was going right, Mario's stupid ass kept missing all the platforms and whatnot. Eventually I won a match as Donkey Kong, but goddamn it took forever. I haven't really done any work on the project at hand for work, but I think with a few solid hours put into the project, I'll have something usable before the end of the month. At least that's the hope. I need to find out of Flight of the Concords is coming out on DVD anytime soon, because those motherfuckers make me laugh a lot. It's like a less vulgar and more awkward Tenacious D, and I could not be more happy with the outcome. I closed the day off by posting some nonsense in BYOB, something I regularly do to punctuate the day with a happy, sleepy little period or sometimes even a soothing question mark. I think I may start playing Super Mario Galaxy again from a fresh save, I have a large amount of love for the game and could see myself finishing it yet again. That's about it for tonight, goodnight all!

Just Another Day in the Life

Today I got to do some more troubleshooting for the Novartis SAP accelerator. Keith and I ran through every test that had passed at some point to make sure more problems had not arisen. Lo and behold, we encountered failures in components that worked perfectly fine in previous weeks. It's such a load of crap. I was informed by Kim today that I may be featured in an upcoming project for Siemens in Philadelphia starting next Monday and lasting the month of October. I suppose that would be alright, though Philly has the worst airport in the fucking country and I do not look forward to the flights in and out of the city. I played some more Sphinx, and I think I'm getting damn close to the end of the game, but I could be entirely wrong. I am really enjoying the mummy puzzles. I love the fact that no matter how clever they are, it's pretty clear what you need to do to progress in the level. I didn't think I'd end up liking Sphinx that much, but you can go ahead and color me surprised. I ended up going to lunch with Neil and Kyle for some 25 cent chicken wings (a dozen for $3.21? Color me satisfied!) where they gushed on about Halo 3. We made plans for the evening involving going to Neil's place and frittering the night away by killing endless waves of Covenant and Flood. Now, I can't honestly say I'm that big a fan of Halo. As far as FPSes go, it's way too slow for me. I need a twitch game like Unreal Tournament to keep my interest. However, in the time I spent playing the game at Neil's, I can't deny that I had a fun time with it. We had a hell of a time getting on XBox Live and Kyle repeatedly broke Neil's internet for which he was ridiculed with respite. Nubs and I stayed for quite awhile, until nearly midnight, when he decided he needed to go home and get to bed so he'd be ready for work. When we arrived back home, Jim had a story to tell about a woman he met at the Cincinnati airport who seemed particularly interested in him. Unfortunately, she had a child, and Jim was not okay with that at his age. I don't blame him, I'm not okay with that either. Having kids is for the birds, I'm not even gonna think about trying to do that until I'm about 30. It's now 3AM on Wednesday and I think it's time for me to play some Sphinx in my bedroom!

One Beer Under God

Yesterday was pretty routine, did the usual hanging around the house and all instead of working. I played some Sphinx and made some progress, got Jim to demo a Shadowrun battle for me, and now that I think of it, actually did do some work. Monday is Brew Works night, and also a small goon meet. Nubs and I arrived around 7 and quickly found Nick and Adam at the bar. I was attempting to sit down when a fellow goon, Drew, noticed us and asked if we were "from the internet". After getting his expected affirmative response, we grabbed a table and a few pitchers of beer and had a grand old time getting blasted. We sat around and BSed about a little bit of everything, and I think somehow plans were made to play some video games and do some drinking at my apartment amid the turmoil. Adam got increasingly drunk and loud as the night went on and somehow ended up breaking a glass at the end of the night. Eugene loaded up a video on Adam's iPod of a Burger King ad in which a guy acts like a snake and swallows a fucking triple Whopper in one bite. This got us on the topic of Asians in CMU somehow, and allowed us to riff on Alex a bit. We found out Drew and Eugene went to PTI as well and managed to do their time and grab some web development jobs. So after much merriment and a busted glass, we headed out. I was a bit tipsy on the drive home but definitely able to drive, and did so with no problems. I arrived home, got berated as usual, and went to bed right before midnight. All in all a fun night.

Drinking and a Hootin' an' Hollerin'

Yesterday was interesting. I woke up late. I was supposed to pick my brother up and head to my grandparent's place at around 12AM. However, I had stayed up till about 4 the night before so I woke up to the sound of a voice mail vibration on my dresser. I called my brother and he decided he'd just drive to my grandparent's place and we would meet there. He beat me there, as I figured he would. I walked in, said hi, and proceeded to watch the Steelers game, all the while discussing my sister's situation. You see, my sister is retarded and won't stay off drugs or stay away from the people who often do drugs. The worst part about this is she blames everyone but herself for her horrible decisions, which, ya know, isn't fucking true. Anyhow, we discussed that crap and watched the game. The Steelers, well they whooped some cloven hoofed ass. The Bills didn't have a leg to stand on, even after they got two lucky breaks with the "non-reviewable" plays, whatever that means. I always thought almost any play was reviewable. We also watched Cleveland seal the deal against Cincinnati, something rather surprising, with a high score game. Browns win, 51-39. After this my brother decided enough was enough and headed home. I stayed about an hour after and talked with my pap about Matt, the football game, and even a little about the war in Iraq. He believes, as any sane person should, that we should get the hell out of that place. I decide it's time to head back to my apartment, bid them adieu, and drive off into the sunset. Fucking sun. When I arrived I was inundated with greetings of an offensive nature, a normal occurrence. Then we began the drinking. We busted out the Mad Gabs and had quite a laugh all the while chugging down some delicious stuff. When I drink I like to smoke, so I ended up snatching quite a few cigarettes from Cheryl before the night was over. I think I also grabbed her boob. I went into my room to play some Guitar Hero 2, beat a few songs while more than a little buzzed, and finally went to sleep. All in all, day rated as a B.

Wow I am extremely bad at this

I knew this was gonna happen, I just can't keep enough focus to even keep a goddamn blog updated.

Boring Day to Party Day

I am actually writing this the day after I should have, on account of drinking yesterday and not feeling like typing a long and drawn out blog post. Yesterday I stumbled out of bed around 9AM. I had 2 bowls of Lucky Charms to go along with the usual web browsing of the morning. I do not recall doing anything of particular importance during the afternoon, though I do remember running the F-28 transaction with new data and got it to pass. Around 4:30 I got a call from Levi. He told me that Chris was having a birthday party and I was invited. I had originally made plans to go to Dom's place and visit with him and Cliff, but considering I hadn't seen either Levi or Chris for quite some time, I decided to go to the old nostalgia hub of Clearfield road. Before leaving I got a message on MSN from Ben asking if I wanted to go with him to get wings. I had to decline his offer, but mentioned that Sean would probably show up this weekend and he was invited if that was the case. I waited till around 6, jumped in my car, and left. Thankfully there wasn't an obscene amount of traffic, just the usual congestion on 279 and 28 that I am used to seeing. There was a guy in a big ass GMC truck with dualies that seemed very lost, and when I was along side him, made me very nervous. In the end he got where he needed to go as far as I could tell, and really couldn't care less if he didn't. I drove through all the fucking construction along 28 without incident. Actually, I drove the whole way to Levi's place without incident. I got out of my car and made my way to the door, Boo howling away in the background. Levi got the door and offered unto me some scrumptious victuals, namely tater tots and hot sausages. I scarfed some of that up, then we meandered over to Gary and Kathy's place. There I was greeted by Christopher, the man of the hour, his cousins Justin and Sarah, Kathy, Rayya, and Gary. We exchanged niceties and then proceeded to do some drinking. We discussed various issues and situations in life, and after awhile decided go to for a joyride in Chris's Jeep. He blasted some Ozzy and we headbanged our way up and down the road for a little while. After this joyride we stopped back in at Chris's place and we decided a trip to the T-bar was in order. We loaded up in Chris's Jeep with Chook as the driver and headed over, standing up and screaming at the top of our lungs the whole way. Tonight was to be a good night. We got to the bar and... well, typical redneck bar, only no karaoke that night, at least not officially. I bought the man of the hour a drink or two, bought a few for Rayya, even bought one for Kathy. Heather was bar tending and made a wicked mean drink called a Screamin' Betty. Those shits we're great. I probably chugged down 5 or 6 while we were there. The whole time I sat around conversing with all my old buddies from the area, talking about my inadequacies with women and plans for the future and whatnot. Then Rayya, Chris and I got into a discussion about his failed relationship with Jess. We helped him open his eyes to certain aspects of her personality, and he finally accepted (I think) that he was better off without her. We rode home, Chook at the helm, in a more somber mood, and I crashed on Chook's couch. I woke up the next day at about 5AM and fought the morning traffic to get back into Pittsburgh before my conference call at 9AM.

Labor Day After

This morning I woke up. Probably about 3 times. I set my alarm clock for 9 but my phone for 8, and in the end I woke around 10:30AM. I checked my work email, saw nothing, and shot an email to Keith. He basically told me that nothing was going to be happening today, on account of Phil being sick, so I slacked off most of the day. I played some Knytt Stories, beating the levels I hadn't yet played. I also read my usual sites, checking Something Awful for replies to some of the threads I was interested in. Keith found a little work for me after a few hours, which involved running the F-28 and F-30 tests. Both ran to their respective transactions and failed, so I made a few step by step screenshot based Word docs for Hien to look over. I'm not sure that Keith did anything with these, I sent them to him but he didn't respond to any of my messages. I also finally got the Otakon pics from Adam, and began uploading them to Photobucket (pics can be found here). I sent a link to my Otakon album to Alicia, but I don't think she's looked at it yet. Nubs got hungry and was going to eat some cereal when he noticed there was no milk, so we made a plan. Garbage run then milk run. We were rounding up the garbage to take to the dumpster when Derek arrived. We ended up loading his car with the garbage and taking it to the dumpster. Nubs was responsible for one bag of trash and he totally overshot the gaping maw of the trash compactor when he attempted to throw his bag in. Bottles broke and a loud ruckus was created, but we had business to attend to so we left it as is. We met Michallynn at Half Priced books where Derek thought he would be lucky enough to buy a few volumes of manga for cheap, but his hopes were dashed when he looked upon the manga roller cart. I found a CD with 80s bands on it, with the font all in Iron Maiden style, but lo and behold, not a single Maiden song was to be found on the track list. I was disappointed. From there we stopped at Uncle Sam's sub shop and I snatched a sweet steak sub with a cup of sprite. After this filling pit stop, we headed to Giant Eagle to get a few groceries. We ended up seeing one of Ben's friends, Johanna, and did our best to avoid her, mainly because none of us knew what to say to her. Nubs was originally going to buy the milk this round, but Derek ended up throwing it on the belt when he was checking himself out and got it added to his receipt. This trip, too, had an end, and we headed home. When we arrived we felt in the mood for some UT2003. This time Jim got involved for a few maps. Nubs somehow got a reputation for dominating, which pissed us all off, especially when we played the map set in hell. That fucker repeatedly spammed the shock hammer at me to get a few cheap kills and a full flack cannon shell to the head did not phase him in the least. This frustrated Jim to the point of quitting to play some more Persona 3. Persona 3, folks, is a fucking strange game. Your character must shoot himself in the head with an "Evoker" (looks more like a Desert Eagle) to enable a spirit to appear and fight for him. Though strange, it also seems like it'd be fun to play, so I'll probably try it before Jim sends it back to Gamefly. Nubs wanted to head to the gym tonight, and I figured I would go to, so we went. There was only one other guy when we arrived around 11PM, a black dude who looks like he really doesn't need to come to the gym much anymore. He seems to enjoy looking at himself in the mirror though, whatever floats your boat, bub. I did some treadmill running for 20 minutes, jumped off and cooled down, did some arm exercises, and realized I was really fucking tired. The walk back was extremely humid, and seemed to take just about forever, but we arrived at the apartment without incident. I got in, chugged a few glasses of water, and watched Derek create a forum banner and Jim play more Persona 3.

Today is Labor Day

So today is Labor Day. That really doesn't mean much to me, considering I didn't do anything special to celebrate it. I woke up at 1:30PM and went online, checking the usual websites and such. I read some Achewood strips and found a website which details how to fight with a stick. I really liked the art on this site so I made a buddy icon out of one of the images. Adam asked about it and I explained its origin, then he proceeded to show me screenshots of Eve, which I honestly have little to no interest in. I've been waiting for the Otakon pics, so I harassed him for them, and finally they came through. I told Alicia I would show them to her, but she ended up going to bed before I got them. I still need to upload them to a web server. I went with Derek to Michallynn's to grab his wallet and ended up staying to watch her play some Guitar Hero. She offered some spinach stuffed tortellini which I snarfed down with gusto. Derek and I then provided her with some pointers as I played with the cat in the meantime. He looks like he was trying to headbutt a concrete block and I think I mention this every time I go to her place. We talked about the strengths of each other's glasses and offered to take out an unused TV stand. Derek and I left it to the side of the dumpster and drove away, passing a white vehicle which supposedly never moves from its designated corner. When we returned we did not know if Jim and Nubs would still be friends, for there was a bit of a scuffle on Friday, but it turns out they worked through their differences. Jim installed UT2003 and we fragged for a map or two, then Derek turned into a pansy and quit playing. At this point I loaded up and played some Smash Bros. Melee just to see how bad I really suck at it (pretty bad, as it turns out) and attemped to increase my skill level with some luck. In the meantime Derek loaded up some crappy old ROMs such as Bayou Bill and Nightmare on Elm Street until he felt like going to bed. I copied Jim's Smash Bros. data to my card as to not need to unlock everything again and played a bit until I got bored with it, then loaded Fark and checked some stupid news. Then I realized I should make my post for today, and this is it. I think this blog may also help me increase my memory capacity, as I will mention every trivial event I can possibly remember each time I make a post.

Discipline Mechanism

Starting today, I plan on writing at least one thing in my blog to try to help myself get into some sort of routine. It will mainly consist of trivial things done on a day to day basis, but will hopefully help me get motivated and disciplined enough to start doing other things which require motivation and discipline. I'm not really gonna try writing this for it to be read, I'm just going to write it for myself.

Today
Day before Labor Day

Went with Derek to Michallynn's, Toni's friends were there, we felt weird and left. Went home, played UT2003 until Derek's goddamn computer froze up. Played some FFXII, beat 3 hunts from Nalbina then went to McDs to get free nuggets from Nubs. Talked to Kyle, agreed with him that Bioshock, Supernatural and 70s-80s rock soundtracks are amazing. Thinking about cooking out tomorrow, gonna ask potential guests what they wish to bring out of a selection of food or alcohol. It's 6AM and I'm tired.