Well, I’m locked out of my room right now, so I guess I’ll be sitting here for a while. Might as well write, right?
I still feel pretty lonely and depressed. I can usually just ignore it, and think about something else, but that doesn’t always go so well. Being anti-social seems to be my nature, but I really don’t enjoy it.
The other day, I was listening to Weezer’s “Only in Dreams” with quite a bit of volume. Erin walked in, and I was explaining the lyrics to her. She asked me if I thought it was really true — that to people like me, the best experiences with girls can happen only in dreams. At the time, I said no. But now, I think yes. Things like this have happened to me too many times now.
I’m a little scared about my impending audition. I haven’t played concert snare in God-knows-how-long, and my timpani skills are, suffice it to say, lacking at best. I’m not even sure if I want to take a minor in performance. All I know is that I love playing the marimba. It’s fun, and it makes me feel good. I enjoy the zone I get into when I practice, and I enjoy performing for others. I just hope that I’m not getting in over my head, especially with my wrist problems. Not to mention that I would like to do a lot of other things academically, like neuroscience or cinema-television. Hmm.
As keyboards go, this one isn’t too bad (despite not being split). It could be worse.
Hmm. I think that’s all for now. #
I talked to the professor of percussion today. I convinced him (it wasn’t easy) to let me audition for him, to take on a minor in performance. Apparently I would be the first (??). Sounds good to me, anyway. He gave me his home phone number. 
My MRI has been delayed twice now. Broken machine… fixed by Tuesday, supposedly. I suppose we’ll see about my genetic disorder then.
Haven’t been writing here much lately. In all honesty, I have a paper counterpart now that serves my needs a little better. I’ll keep it up here, though.
If you haven’t played Max Payne, go buy it now. Or download it. Or something. Quick. #
I write this from an Apple store… Using a cinema display… on a new G4….
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. #
I don’t feel that great right now. I feel depressed. I feel lonely.
I want to cry.
But why am I saying this here?
Exactly. #
Finally done with WRIT 140 assignment #1. That took long enough. At least I had Susan’s computer to do it on.
I need my ethernet!
And, I must engineer some way to shoe-horn myself into the music program here. Performance minor? Hmmm.
Time for sleep. Yay! #
What a damned disaster. Some people in the world are truly really stupid. I want to say something insulting about the poeple who did this, but they are not worth my time.
Just imagine being on one of those planes, as it was about to crash. My god.
A friend of mine seems very depressed. This makes me depressed, because I consider him one of my best friends. I hope he knows that his friends love him, no matter what he thinks.
CS 102 is easy, and it sucks… CS 105 is fun. That’s my observation for the day.
Oh, and don’t you love it when your alarm clock fails to go off with no explanation whatsoever? It’s as if I set the alarm when I got up. No beeps, no blinking 12:00, nothing. Blargh. #
I’m in WPH… It’s so cold in here that my fingers are numb. I can’t even type, bla bla bla.
I talked to my parents for about 2 hours today, that was cool. I was about to call Colleen, but then I realized she probably went to that sleepover thing with my sister. So I’ll call tomorrow.
Important announcement!
unixtime(“2001-09-08 21:46:40”) = 1000000000!
Sooo cool!
That’s one billion seconds since the unix epoch, my friends. And yes, that’s all the gXc I can muster today.
I really should be working on my assignment for WRIT 140… meh. Such a procrastinator at heart.
G’day. #
Dude.
I’m pretty tired. Silly 8am classes, that’ll do it. I have another tomorrow, too. w00t!
Just ordered some posters for my room: RATM, Akira, and some cool piece of abstract art with a jazz dummer on it. Cool.
The deadline for thinkquest is in approximately 1.5 hours. Heh. So much for the reduced cost of a fine college education @ USC, heh.
I have to go walk home in the dark. I should call campus cruiser…. ehh… no. #
