Current mood:

hungry

the force
for some strange and awkward, maybe unexplainable reason, filters and direct coupled amplifiers do not satisfy my creativity as much as i would have hoped it to. thus i have come back to livejournaling, however i am sure this is shortlived too. there will be that one period i'm sure that i will feel fully satiated figuring out what current runs through the left most branch of a useless circuit that has 20 other wires attached to it for who knows what reason and will ignore blogging again.

i took that loser quiz on daktah jones blog. i took it proudly, and even put some loserish answers that made me think that hehe, stupid loser quiz, but for some reason getting that end result back, it pricked me some, i'm ashamed to say, to have that window page pop up and announce 'you are so a loser!'. being disturbed about this for 5 seconds, i went back and took it again normally and got a 35% are cooler than you and rest are more loserish than you. again being disturbed by this, i have decided: i will make my own loser quiz for that quiz and give it one in its face loser kick that it will never forget. and hopefully it will be scarred and banned from being able to let others know that they are a loser because it will be too busy sitting in the corner contemplating about its own loserity. of course, that is to say if webpages do actually sit and contemplate, and i'm sure we can all agree they do.

maybe i do go on one too many dates with the books these days (but nothing, i say NOTHING is wrong with dating harry potter books... but alas i dont do that either these days), but i have realized that bad grades are my enemy. they make me make disturbing and perplexing decisions that i will wonder for the rest of my days why i decided to do what i did. i do not know exactly why grades have such a power over me, but frankly, i wanna beat that monkey ass down and get it over with so that i dont have it entangled around .. uh my hair i guess, could be entangled around my feet too but hair seems to go with the flow at the moment. and for all you dave chapelle watchers, yes i used monkey ass just like he does. truly they are words of wisdom and power.

there's this scary janitor that works on our floor. i say scary not because he really is scary, but just because he is. he's a nice guy overall. last week i overheard him complaining about working later shifts these days. so i caught him in the hallway, and regardless of how much i don't really want to speak to him, common courtesy gets in the way so we end up talking (during which i try earnestly to inch away from the conversation). so i inquired him about how his late night shifts are going. he says 'hell yeah i love it, beats staying around home all day and i love the longer work hours'. beats staying around at home... i was wondering what would make him stay longer here and clean the gross and almost forbidden bathrooms here. pretty soon i discovered, on my trips to the bathrooms, that he has his own music studio set up by the trash cans where he blasts up music to which he would dance to around the vicinity of the trash. i call it club garbage. and the only reason i do say he is scary, for all of you wondering why i dodge my explanations, is because sometimes he throws a hug with the hands he's been cleaning the bathrooms with. is it wrong to discriminate for the reasons that first of all, he shouldn't be throwing hugs at all and second of all, it's after he takes out the trash and cleans the bathrooms?? is it not justified to call him scary then?!? even if our views may vary on this matter, i think we can still agree on one thing: webpages do sit and contemplate. oh yes, they do.