I feel…alone. I wish I could speak to some­one who could under­stand. I wish I could express my feel­ings the way I wish. What a per­fect time to write.

I’ve been work­ing on my graph­ics project all day. I have almost every­thing done now, with the cells co-ordinating their move­ments in a 3D Game of Life dance. They grow and shrink as the rules dic­tate, and although I have some bugs to iron out, and some bells and whis­tles to add, it shouldn’t take too long.

My cryp­tog­ra­phy pre­sen­ta­tion went alright. We didn’t quite for­mally rehearse, so I spoke for 15 out of the 20 min­utes allo­cated to us, when three of us had speak­ing to do. We were fairly rushed at the end, but I think that we got our points through well. I felt that I did a great job at open­ing the pre­sen­ta­tions, and at explain­ing my part. Mike, Pat, Iain, and I went to get loaded before the pre­sen­ta­tion, but unfor­tu­nately, the shock of the sit­u­a­tion sobered me up rather effi­ciently. After all, it was the first pre­sen­ta­tion I’ve had to do through all of university.

I feel bet­ter after play­ing a few games with Darren. Somehow we made it under the 300th mark, with a 55–7 record at level 14. I believe the height of my addic­tion was most evi­dent when I was watch­ing a movie where a man gets trapped in a bath­room by some triad mem­bers, and the first thing that I thought of was the item box, and town por­tal­ing to a safe location.

I might going to the Dominican Republic when school ends.

I’ve lis­tened to some of the Tool songs off of the strings trib­ute album, and they’re not very good. The strings are greatly lack­ing in energy, and some­times bare lit­tle resem­blance to the songs they’re pay­ing homage to. One can tell that the com­poser is inspired by Tool com­pos­ings, but the instru­men­tal­ists are insipid in their performance.

The Honest Lawyer yes­ter­day was relax­ing and frus­trat­ing at the same time. I never I had a chance to really savour the fries this time though, since I felt so guilty about munch­ing on Wheaties’ last time. All in all though, I think I’d rather not have gone.

I’ve always thought that Beth Gibbons had an amaz­ingly attrac­tive qual­ity to her, not only from the dis­tinc­tive tim­bre of her voice, but also from the grace and gen­tle­ness of her fig­ure cap­tured in her pho­tographs. I’m try­ing out some of her lat­est side-project work with Rustin Man, and so far the sound has been amus­ingly unique, a mix of acoustic gui­tar with bit­ter­sweet melodies.