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10/07/2004 - Goddamn.
A few things. -One of the reasons I haven't been posting much is because my mom has been getting into "moods" lately. I have to step the line very carefully during these moments, and if I don't, immediate ban from pretty much everything. And don't blame her, blame her lack of cigarettes. She's trying to quit, and there aren't any nicotine patches in sight. -Life has been a bit of a mixed bag, lately, with mor red marbles than blue. As well as school is going for me, I disagree with it. In Theology class, with about 26 other students, she asked us to raise a hand if you're a democrat. Five people raised thier hands, including me. Later, she asked who was for abortion. I was the only one to raise my hand, and you can bet your ass I got a lecture about it. -Here's how I see the handheld war. I am very, very much for the PSP to begin with, but I will admit that neither machine is necessarily better than the other. I can't see either one living up to as much hype as they're getting, but I believe the DS will slightly disappoint those who are going bats over it. The PSP will be better, but I think DS will win on sheer fanbase alone. -I went to homecoming, it was nice, but I don't want to talk about it too much. Nothing bad happened, it was nice and all, but it's just not something that I like to discuss. -Everyone I talk to nowadays is disagreeing with me. Maybe it's me, and how far I lean to the left, but every single person I converse with ends up hating me because of some argument or another. Whether it be Sony v. Nintendo v. Microsoft, abortion, gay marriage, Dwarves v. Elves, Ninja Turtles v. Power Rangers (TOTALLY Ninja Turtles), dosen't matter. Maybe it's me. -The movie. That movie, god damn. I can't seem to get anything done on it. Perhaps it's a time issue, perhaps it's my first real case of writers block, but where I can usually just stream shit out of my head, I can't. -I'm reading "Pattern Recognition" by William Gibson. Love this book. This chick named Cayce (pronounced Casey, I believe) Pollard is alleergic to logos. Like the Michelin Man, McDonald's arches, et cetera. She's alergic to them. And there's these tiny snippets of incredibly cryptic film being anonymously posted to the net, not unlike this ilovebees.com thing taken to the next step. Only, Microsoft isn't posting it, and no one knows who is. I unno, i'm not that far in yet. But it's a great read, and i'd pick up Neuromancer while you're out there, too. Trust me, it'll be there. -School has been good to me, but the difficulty is really starting to ramp up. I'm still all As and Bs, but my mom thinks that apparently I can be fucking A+, 100% on absolutely everything, all the time, if I just TRY harder. I'm too goddamn lazy, that's my problem. I need to buckle down. It's all that damn internet that's doing it to me. Well let me tell you something, fuck that. G'night. this little aristocrat //Greg::9:11 PM EST\ # | |
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