Way to go.

Haha, as expected. Lots of loools.

Again; wasted a perfectly good blog. Sometimes I don't even recognize me.

I find myself thinking there are two kinds of emo; the dumb kind and the kind that I am. ...but I'm afraid they look suspiciously similar.

Eh. Let's start over.

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My most concise conclusion is:

I'm filled with desire for the very thing I fear. It is torment.

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I'll never be handed an easy situation to get to know a cool, single girl who just happens to be compatible with me. There are distinct chances I've missed; Lauren, Elena, ect etc. Not a chance anymore; I'm better off if they're dead to my memory. I've got to forget it and look forward to the future. If I can't live in the present I may continue to miss opportunities by failing to recognize what's in front of me. Right now no matter how I look at it, there's just nothing in front of me.

It just sucks.

:)

RRRR....

Ok, so like there's a different girl.

No, there's not. There's a girl from back in the Spring. She's the one I'm having a hard time forgetting. hmmmmm...

Why don't I do something about it so I can move on? I can't. I just don't have a means of talking to her. Why not just forget it and move on? I can't control it that easy. I wish I could, I wish my life presented me with easy situations involving ideal conditions.

Nope.

p.s. I usually get a good laugh out of reading these kinds of posts in the future. Silly Bwadley.

Grrrrr... Egrrrrr....

So like, there's this girl.

Just kidding. That's impossible.

If she finds TGS9 hilarious, then maybe. Otherwise, not-a-chance. Hell yeah.

My Life as an Intard

Um, like, I've got an internship (intardship, hurrr...) with ASRC. Not sure what that stands for but it's probably either Aperture Science and Robotics Company or Arctic Slope Regional Corporation. (What? Portal reference!)

Anyway, It takes up a lot of time, but all that time getting taken up is refunded by MUNNY! (Or so I've been told. First paycheck is Friday.)(Kingdom Hearts reference for extra credit)

I worked my butt off today. I like, wiped the flux off some parts, cut some wires and RTV'd some labels onto a metal panel with electronics. I mean, people gotta know which component is TB1 and which is VR1, not to mention PS1 and F3-F5. Totally doing big things. *sticks out tongue in a facetious manner*

So it continues. (Wish I could say that in Latin and sound all suave.)

Your Thesis is Dookie

I hate when people over-analyze relationships. I mean, the speculations, the ideas, the clever remedies that people come up with when observing others' actions -they're all useless. Because no matter what conclusion you draw, there's always someone -usually me; sometimes someone I know- who is nothing at all like what you describe. And besides that, how can you really know the heart of someone except yourself? So what's the use of trying to "figure out" humanity?

It's such a waste.

That's why my approach is one of intentional unassuming lollercopterality. Further, that exaplains why I haven't successfully asked out a girl in over four years.

Now I'ma go cry.

[P] [r] [o] [b] [a] [b] [l] [y] [?]

Agoraphobia.

Shadow.

Uncomfortable.

Empty.

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Greeaaattt.... I'm doing everything wrong. Have for a long time.

Facebook + parents = lols

The addition of facebook and many things are quite laughable. On the top of that pile is parents. Well, mine at least.

My dad created a facebook account like three weeks ago and still has no friends. He and mom sat there searching people from their past for like an hour tonight. It was weird! Mom just sits there on her facebook account not checking messages, notifications or friend requests, leaving a perpetual red box in the corner of the screen. She also randomly asks dumb questions out loud and trolls photos of friends of friends.

It makes me want to unfriend and lock down my privacy a lot more... but on the other hand, I won't throw that stone... If you're gonna dish it out you gotta be willing to take it.

Not like my life has much interesting going on for me to post on facebook.

No Matter What You Hope to Achieve

Allow me to introduce the very best puzzle games on the internet. I like them because they are actually hard, and not full of ads, blinking, and lights.

Give Simon Tatham's Portable Puzzle Collecton a try. But don't get addicted. I suggest playing the games between work, not instead of work. It's nice to play them while doing homework and switch back and forth so you don't get too sick of one or the other. :)

My current favorite is Loopy on the honeycomb or cairo setting. Other faves include Galaxies, Slant, Blackbox, and Bridges.

They might seem impossibly complicated and hard to understand at first, but don't be fooled! getting past the initial confusion and figuring out the rules is well worth it!

Precisely Innacurate

Yesterday I pretended to do "parkour", whatever mumbo-jumbo that is. I ended up climbing a tree aaaannnddd pushing earth out of orbit. It's dumb and I hope I never do it again.

Anyway, I hope your dreams at night are better than mine. I made the decision to launch all nukes and destroy the world. ...Then regretted it as I realized I would be included in the destruction and ran for cover. (probably a metaphor for my life) I woke up too soon to know what happened next or remember the events leading up to that part. :/

C'mon dream-land, don't leave me hangin' like that.

This Night is Dark

Backstorytime:

My life as of today is comprised of the following subsets:

Religion (or lack thereof)
Heavy metal, emo and electro-indie music
My best friends (all two of them)
The technical mastery of yoyos
Nerding out about anime (otaku'ing it up)
Pursuit of education and a career
Longing for a girlfriend (I guess there's no way to sugar coat that one. TT____TT)



In this iteration of interweb logbooking (a.k.a blogging) I'm going to write:

How I really feel and think

What it is I'm really feeling/thinking about and...

Make it friend/family/employer safe. I'll write it in such a way as to allow anyone to see without worrying about what they think...

To end my inaugural entry I'll leave with a weird picture of me.