It’s the dead of winter, and the wind chill is -45°C. People exhale in large bursts of humidity, as not even ones breathing can be kept to themselves. Any exposed skin is sore after ten seconds. Is this better than a humidex of 42°C? I haven’t decided yet.

It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m tired but I can’t sleep. Sometimes I like it when this happens because I get up to do something, and it feels so good to get back in bed when my eyelids feel like they’re 20 pound weights. It’s only when I have to wake up early that this becomes a bad thing because whenever it happens I know I’m sleeping in.

I feel old.

I’m forced to sit in class for hours, listening to the paltry conversations of the people around me. I understand that not everyone talks about something intellectual every second of the day, but most of these conversations are beyond stupid. What I hate most are the people who ask the prof questions, and then say, “That doesn’t make any sense”. Yes, it does make sense. You just don’t understand, you fucking idiot. Why are so many people so megalomaniacal as to assume that they’re smart and able to comprehend anything?

One of the “problems” around the holidays season is the flood of quality games that come out. Publishers are always vying for that Christmas market, and set release dates so that people have ample time to wrap up a game and put it under the tree. I’m currently addicted to Tony Hawk Underground for the GBA. I’ve been playing some Prince of Persia, although without a controller it’s very frustrating. I can completely understand why so many people have such good things to say about it, but I’m thinking that it’s only playable as a console game. There’s also Uru, which I still have to play and finish with Trolley. Then there’s Double Dash for the GC I haven’t tried yet, and Wind Waker I haven’t finished yet.

Good thing I already finished Call of Duty before Christmas, and the Thief III and Half-Life 2 release dates have been pushed back or there would be no way I’d be motivated enough for class.

I’d be screened out of the Average Joe tryouts because I’m not absolutely, totally oblivious about my own dorkiness.