Saturday, February 01, 2003
Well, at least I have the Internet to tide me over until somebody wakes and keeps me entertained :)
I had a fun evening yesterday here sort of...new location...but you get my point. Certainly seems like it after examining my body. My left knee is one dark bruise. There's also bruises on my one arm and I think that's cigarette burns I have on my other arm from when I fell over (don't ask). Just shows that you shouldn't go slamdancing at my age. But I like it. So there.
Wondering now how I'll get through the day. I'm planning to go to a football match and to a snowboarding contest. No, I will not participate actively in those events. What were you thinking? It'll mean actually leaving the house, though... And in the evening I promised Ulisch we'd go here. Well, we had fun the last time we went, but I don't know whether I can stay alive until then. But I am resourceful, yes, I am!! All I need is coffee, coffee, coffee. And coffee. And did I mention I needed coffee? (Just checking) And food. Wonder where I could get some. Outside, again. Damn. I guess I'll just curl up on the couch in a fetal position until somebody shows up, feeds me and prepares coffee.
Note: I just reread this post and I think I might have some leftover alcohol in my bloodstream.
Thursday, January 30, 2003
There was some kind of snafu in the tunnel which blocked everything. I of course arrived just when the problem occurred and so had to wait for ages at the station until a train arrived into which everybody crammed. I just love having people's elbows in my kidneys and smelling body odours also is high on my list of enjoyable afternoon activities. Then the train moved - only one station though, where they said we'd have to get off. Another train arrived and we all piled in there. Mind you, every time I changed vehicles there was more and more people until I finally arrived at a bus where I was yelled at for blocking the door by two old ladies. Mind you again, one of them was holding onto the door, but who's dealing out guilt. Thought of my resolution of becoming a better person and said nothing. The Universe owes me bigtime!!
Now finally I'm back at home trying to relax and I think I feel like having a couple of drinks tonight. Cheerio, Miss Sophie!
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
I had to think about the internet today. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? It certainly keeps you from doing important stuff by luring you with lots of mindless drivel. And people like me who are diverted easily get lured in and spend ages on sites nobody in their right mind should look at. On the other hand I met lots of my friends through the internet (then when we still had to use a dialer...those were the days...amazing that in all those years I still haven't learned what a graphics card looks like :)
Actually, I met one guy in a chat and he knew everybody else...so maybe that doesn't count at all.
I had a discussion some time ago (towards the beginning of this blog). I said something to the extent that meeting people you get to know on the internet can be tedious and a real drag. And it can. But I have to admit recently I've only made good experiences. So I guess sometimes you just have to give it a try. Having said that, I still won't talk to most of the people who ICQ me with "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" and have names like "Imsolonelyandneedagirl". Maybe I'm just a snob. As if I had anything better to do. Oh well...
Totally Different Topic: Love
The usual mope-fest :) No, I just wanted to bring some thoughts to the world's attention. Ulisch and me were talking about how sometimes love can be such a waste of energy. Let me elaborate: You meet somebody and you fall in love. And this person doesn't give a damn. How so? I mean you usually don't fall in love just seeing somebody. There has to be something that induces you to fall in love. The aforementioned energy or whatever. You then assume that if you feel it, there should be something in return. But there isn't. And that seems such a waste. You're the one left with all that momentum and energy, all in vain, dissolving into nothingness. Pity, really.
Which brings me back to the topic of "How did love survive evolution?" I already elaborated on the point that love-lorn neanderthals were more likely to get eaten by sabretooth tigers and thus got no chance to procreate. What about people whose love isn't reciprocated? It's either the sabretooth tiger for them (moping and not paying attention) or else it would seem to me unhappy people would not really want to procreate with someone else. Maybe that's just me, though, and the neanderthals were having a lot of gratuitious comfort sex when feeling unloved. Maybe just striving for love leads to many procreation attempts...that and alcohol probably helped the species along.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
Full of hope I opened it up...looked inside...couldn't tell what was what if my life depended on it...and closed it again. I think I'll need professional help or at least have someone tell me how I can distinguish a graphics card from any other card and where the RAM is located. True, there are only two cards inside the damn thing but there are plugs and stuff in my way and...well, I just have no idea what to do really and am afraid I'll do more harm than good. I guess I'll just ignore the problem today.
Sunday, January 26, 2003
On Friday, Ulisch, Tinisch and me went out and I met this guy. Yes, he was addicted to strange sports (duathlon? once you have finished running and swimming...why would you go out and run again? makes no sense to me...), but he was really nice. Smart, too...and easy on the eyes... Well, I had fun. Not that kind of fun, but fun anyway. He did not ask for my number, though. Maybe for the best - what will you do with a guy who spends every waking moment either on a bike, in a pool or on a track? (Actually, today he went skiing, but I guess his definition of "skiing" involves going cross-country from here to Switzerland in under 2 hours).
Saturday afternoon some friends came over and we watched my Lord of the Rings DVD *coughbootlegcough* which is hilarious. Not the movie, but the English subtitles that were done by a Malaysian with just a basic knowledge of the language, a dictionary and a list of names from the film. Unfortunately, though, some names were left off that list which obviously totally confuses him and messes up all the subtitles. If you'd like to see more, look for screenshots...they are on the Internet somewhere, I cannot find them at the moment.
DISCLAIMER: In no way do I support the illegal copying and distribution of movies and as a good loyal citizen of Malaysia I would certainly report people distributing said illegal copies. I hereby solemnly swear that I did not purchase this film, it just came to me all by itself. Plus, I have proven supportive towards New Line Cinema in purchasing a brand new edition of the Lord of the Rings DVD. So there.
The evening sucked though. Another solemn oath: Never ever (I repeat: never ever) will you catch me going to a party that claims "80s only". And here's why:
- Walking on Sunshine makes me physically ill. Especially when followed by In Zaire.
- Listening to only songs from when I was 15 makes me feel like my life hasn't progressed at all.
- Looking at a room filled with people whose life hasn't progressed at all and hence are still able to sing the lyrics to Wake me up before you gogo with abandon makes me depressed
- Chances of meeting somebody who touches your face uncalled for to pry your mouth in the upward position while exclaiming "Smile!" are horrendously good.
- Thinking that there are people actually having fun somewhere else while I am in 80's Purgatory makes me even more depressed.
Let's see what Sunday will bring. I guess I'll work some on my final paper and then Ulisch and me will be watching the Superbowl XXXVII. Yay! Which reminds me we still have to find out what the lyrics to the American National Anthem are. Every year we end up singing along two lines and finishing with weird noises. Hopefully we will have little American flags to wave. Last time we even had pom-poms. That was fun.