goodbye, livejournal.

I no longer have any use for you.

I've been at a sort of crisis in my personal life recently. I'm fairly certain I know what needs to be done, but at the same time, it seems contrary to what I want to be done. that's just part of the way things are, I suppose.

really, I don't have anything to think about aside from this and Math, and I have more than enough math to keep my mind occupied. I should, anyway.

stolen from Kat...

Comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite songs that begin with that letter.

1. My Heart by ThePhage
2. Moonage Daydream by David Bowie
3. Master of Puppets by Metallica
4. Memory of a Free Festival by David Bowie
5. My Ding-a-ling by Chuch Berry
6. Misplaced by Sonata Arctica
7. Mirror Mirror by Blind Guardian
8. Mellow Yellow by Donovan
9. Maxwell's Silver Hammer by The Beatles
10. Millenium by Stratovarius

I've been focusing my creative energies toward a relatively new pursuit recently, that being the writing of a comic book script. you can find it here.
this came about because I realized I'm not going to have the artistic skills that would be required to draw it myself anytime soon.

I guess it also came about because I restarted the good ol' Wheel of Time books. thos things are ridiculously epic, and I couldn't help but be inspired by them.

I go back to school soon. I can't say I'm not looking forward to it, really. having nothing to do is boring. I'm just unhappy Topology got canceled...

finally finished that short story I had said I was working on. not sure if I like it or dislike it, I don't usually read what I write after I finish it. it is my longest "serious" work ever at 1950 words.

constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.

time to wrap up the past year via livejournal, as I occasionally do once a year.

my sophomore year I lived in the really nice, clean dorms with air conditioning and food provided for me.
this past year I lived in a roach-infested shithole of an apartment in which it was so hot for the past two or three months that I spent almost all my time in them naked and unmoving.
I left the first one extremely depressed and hating Wayne State. I left the second (as far as I can tell) relatively well-balanced and, although not loving WSU, certainly not hating it. I do love the Cass Cafe, however.
I find that odd, but not that odd.
it has a lot to do with people. I'm not saying everyone I met in the dorms wasn't worth my time, but I never really found any groups of people that made me feel at home.
even freshmen year, as I look back on it, seems that way. more friends of consequence and proximity than anything else. a lot of great people, yes, but... I dunno.

I've changed a lot over the past year. not as much as I thought I had, but a lot. physically and psychologically.
one major change, I think, has been in the area of my dealings with women. I haven't been seriously attracted to a female (or anything else, for those curious) in over a year. I don't think it's that what I'm looking for has changed, I think it's just that I have changed, and have come to better understand what exactly it is I'm looking for.
and, as far as I know, I have yet to meet anyone who seems to fit what it is that I think I'm looking for.

I'm back in Romeo for a month, until the lease starts on my new place. this means I will be here for my 21st birthday, which I expect to be supremely uneventful as not really anyone else is home. I don't really mind this, but I do mind being bored for the next month, as I probably will be. oh well, I'll find ways to occupy myself. I did start writing another short story, actually. we'll see how it turns out.

every feeling I've ever felt is just a replay of feelings I've had before.

life is algebraic, not transcendental. there's always a pattern.

so Hard Boiled is literally the most badass movie I've ever seen ever. no action movie comes even close to its level of badassery. Equilibrium, The Matrix, Boondock Saints, all of them fall before this king of action films.
seriously, it was almost too much action. I was blown away by this entire movie. crazy.

on a slightly related note, not drinking alcohol tonight was a good decision. drinking three cups of coffee instead was (as I am finding out) maybe not a great one. good thing I don't have to work tomorrow...

so I think I need to replace my vid card.

...I actually needed to months ago, but I didn't really feel like it at that point.

but what I really need is someone to lend me a vid card just so I can stick it in my comp and test whether that's really the problem or not.
can anyone help me? I really wanna play Call of Duty again...

here I am, working at my very real job that is not made up, and I have very little to do.
today I am not working outside, as I usually do. instead, I am inside answering phones. or at least I would be if people were calling. but, as it turns out, museums don't get many calls on sundays.

the place is empty anyway. I mean, I know it's closed and all, but there's usually people around doing something. and walking around an almost completely empty museum on your break is a strange thing to do. I could literally hump my way to ejaculation on a marble statue of pandora and I don't think anyone would notice.

you'll have to excuse me, but I'm always a little on the horny side after having a sexy dream the night before. even more so since I don't dream much anyway, and not all my sexy dreams are really that good.
but this one was very good.

you know I read somewhere that male sexual fantasies are often characterized by the female having indistinct facial features, and that seems to be the case in my experience. all I remember from last night is dark hair and really hotness. this is even weirder for me because the face is, for me, one of the most important factors in determining how attractive a girl is.

anyway, I've rambled on long enough. time to move on to...I dunno, reading more wikipedia entries or something.
I had a really good string of them a while back. I hope for another one soon.