December 6th, 2001

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What Do Remy Want?

What do Remy want? This is a question that has been plauging mankind throughout the ages. Finally, in her bestselling novel, A. Dinkle has answered this question. However, we're going to give it away right here!



Remy doesn't understand himself. But he wants to be understood. Who understands the Remy? This is what Remy have wanted throughout history. Remy wants to understand Remy, and as such, Remy quests for those answers, and in that quest, Remy wants to cheat. Remy wants someone to give him some hints.



Hints?
  • Current Music
    Did I just type hoeful? DOH!
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I'm soooo haaaappppyyy...

So, I spend a few nights breaking my neck trying to have my DB project done in time for today, figuring that I'll have to go today, since friday and monday are full, and I haven't been able to talk to the professor via email. Weeeelllll... I snag him today, and he says, "Well, it's not your fault that the email didn't work. People have been having that problem. How's next Wedensday?" NEXT WEDENSDAY IS FUCKING GREAT!

::sniffle:: I'mmmm sooooo happpppyyyyy....

Other news: An internal conflict arises in me, as truly crushing on someone in "that way" does not line up with my philosophy, being that my philosophy wants to remove the difference between "that way" and any other way. Sometimes I can handle inconsistency, but in this area... it causes conflict. Something to ponder.

And, is it not an amusing state to start thinking to yourself in terms of LJ entries? I used to do IM conversations, but now it's LJ. Oy... the digital permates the fleshside.
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    relieved
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I see...

Bugged out fo work a little early, and have decided to take the rest of the morning off. I seem to have misplaced Remy, and have decided that now would be as good a time as any to try and see where Remy was left. I don't like being without myself (or my detachable penis) for too long, it makes me feel like less of a man.


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    Flaming Lips - She Don't Use Jelly
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A Brain Fart...

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it has come again, to be time for that wonderful experience of Remy known as a brain fart...



yay stream of consiousness honesty

Why I'm listening to Bloodhound Gang right now I don't know, "I wish I were queer" is not condusive to brain farting, but it is a silly amusing song. Besides, being queer is as silly as being straight.. . I firmly believe that all guys should sleep with another guy at least once, prferably a guy that never learned the simple things, like not to thrust while getting a blowjob. Silly things, like that. Girls should be all about that, because it means guys will be better lovers. The whole understanding thing.

So... yeah. Where am I this morning? In my head, someplace. It's amazing... I can put a brainfart on pasue to carry on a conversation, and I can feel it, paused in my head, not advancing nor retreating. And yes... yes... I'm alone in my head, and I'm short on the resources to fire my own personal forge, and I need to temper my steel, I need to purify it by fire, and harden it, need to make it me! I need to realize that I am who I've always wanted to be, and I am in a transcendant state of perfection, and that I, and only I, can DEFY THE SUCKITUDE (this is true for everyone else too... we're all individually the only person that can DEFY THE SUCKITUDE). And so I ramp, I charge, I increase the gradient, and the image changes. Filter, gradient map, whirl and pinch, dupe the layer, flip and take the difference... basic image creation process for me... I AM INVINCIBLE!

Where does my head? What infinity do I eat for breakfast? WHAT LEFT DO I TURN? Left is important... left is perhaps the most important part of my life. When in doubt, go left.

Quoth the Principia, "When in doubt, fuck it. When not in doubt... GET IN DOUBT!"

DONE!

end brainfart.

That was the most cohesive brain fart in my memory. I've been very depressed, very alone this morning. I think it's Shannon's fault really. We were really connecting for awhile, we were.... at least as close as we've ever been and still had a healthy connection. And it was extremely nice. But then, it kinda evaporated. Basic different methods of cognition got in the way. The parts of her I had thought to be different from when I last knew her hadn't really change at all. She's still anorexic and self destructive. She's still a bit of a bitch. She still views a boyfriend as something of a prize, vaguely objectified.

But still, we really connected for awhile there. And it's gone. But all of that... it's been a few months since I've had a decent connection with any one else, and that was 'Manda. With 'Manda though, it was a slow process of drifting, and when it was gone, I almost didn't notice. But then this Shannon thing... it was abrupt. Slamming into a brick wall.

But it's reminded me that I still want to connect strongly to people. Lots of people. I want, like Zarathustra, to not give out of the motive of charity, but because I have excess, I give out of my overflow, and I want to overflow on everyone! But at the moment, I've stopped noticing my excess. Which is rather silly methinks. I know it's there, I just don't know it's there.

Anywho, I've had my catharsis, I'll stop being angsty for a bit.
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    Eve6 - Jesus Nightlite (fitting my mood perfectly)
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print ([Unknown LJ tag], "Hello World");

Name that language! C'mon, who knows the language that my subject is written in (PVX, you are not eligible, because if you don't know it, you should be electrocuted with your power supply).

So, I skipped Database. At one o'clock, as I ran out for my next class, I remembered the assignment that was due. You know, the one I got together with Marie to work on? Yeah... so, at 2:30, I run out to numbers, after running into Andrea- you know you're hungry when cheetos make you salivate. Yeah, I didn't snag breakfast this morning, and didn't have much of a dinner last night either.

Hand in the homework late. Explained that I had passed out in my chair till 12:15, which is half true... I considered passing out, and passed out in spirit, if not actuality.

Anywho, I'm doing grandly shpif at the moment. I think I'm going to swing over to Sarazen to wake 'Manda up though.... she went there to sleep there. I had a long dinner with my friend who's name I never can remember. Then I stopped to climb a tree.

My favorite tree.

TO SARACEN! (The Sarazen student union is named for George Sarazen, who donated lots of money to have a building named after him. I instead, am favoring it with the name Saracen, to honor the medival islamic warriors known for thier fiercness).
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    U2 - Only the Blue Sky