I feel exhausted even though I got about five hours of sleep. I stayed up playing Warcraft 3 last night, and ended on a great note, cause Darren and I were able to defeat two members of clan n1, of which both members have win-loss ratios of about 90%. It ended their 26 game winning streak.

I saw something two days ago that made me wish I carried a camera on me all the time. I was taking the bus east towards home, when I saw outside, right next to a bus stop sans the shelter, two adorable blond girls who seemed to have settled down on a cement curb. They both seemed quite content there, clinging to their thin jackets against the cool six degree wind. I guessed that they were about 12 or thirteen years of age, though I wasn’t sure if they were homeless, as they were dressed in a very neutral manner. The thing that made the situation seem oddly poignant was the fact that one was holding a Chinese rice box open in one hand, with a pair of chopsticks in the other hand, while the other would point to morsels of food, and would consequently be fed by the steady hand holding the chopsticks. For some reason, it really struck a chord with me, and I wish that I had the ability to capture such a delicate moment. I could see it in black and white, not in sepia.

I’m going to watch Safe tonight, with the beautiful Julianne Moore, and her irresistable titian hair.

Dolly is becoming more comfortable with me, as she’ll sometimes crawl under my covers and nestle between my ankles. She’s even slept on me a few times. One time I woke up and found her hugging my arm. She purrs all the time; when she’s on my lap, when I’m feeding her yummy food, or even when I’m playing with her. Glad, I am, to have found such a comfortable kitty.

I was able to accomplish nothing school related today. I’m just too damn tired. Eight and a half hours of work, followed by three hours of class. I did get a free pizza out of it though…the informatics department was celebrating a database transfer, and ordered too much pizza, so they considered that I was a student and gave me one. Not too shabby.

I found out that redheads need 20% more anesthetic than most people, because they are more sensitive to pain, or less susceptible to the anesthetic.

I got home and Dolly was just crazy with energy. The poor kitty had no one to play with her all day, and she lost her toys — again — so she probably slept most of the day. I found one in the coat closet, so I played with her as much as I could before I got tired and hungry.

I stumbled across Jenny the Lam’s page today, and was pleasantly surprised. It’s refreshing to have entries that aren’t just rants (ha! I’m such a hypocrite), but with some thought behind them as well. I’ve always enjoyed the naked way she seems to express herself, but she seems to have gained some more depth to her writings. It’s given me much to think about, which is an extremely good thing.

Fucking right. I’m having another mug of savory Hong Kong style milk tea. I wish they just made this stuff in cans, instead of having to go to make it every time. Of course, I bet that too much of this would be deleterious in some way or another.

John broke up with Julia today. Quite the big news. The incident closest to this in scale within the last year for both of us would have to be him winning in the SAC elections. At one point, Julia actually called me, and wanted to know what I knew. It felt a little awkward. Omertà.

I’ve been neglecting Moby Dick lately, and I always feel guilty about neglecting my literature. Sometimes I feel like it’s the only productive thing that I can do with my life, since it’s one of the only things that I actively do to improve myself. It’s something that I just forget about sometimes, when I’m caught in the midst of mid-terms and assignments.

I’ve even been neglecting a lot of games. I haven’t played any Supermario Sunshine, Eternal Darkness, or even Neverwinter Nights lately. The most game time I’ve been getting has been in class with my GBA. I’ve lost touch with my gaming roots. It’s like I need a new gateway game to suck me right back in again. I really enjoy SMS and Warcraft 3, to be sure, but nothing that really captures my attention for more than an hour at a time.

These titles are getting rather vague, which can be a good thing I suppose. They sort of remind me of the way Tool names their tracks (Sober, Parabola, H., Stinkfist), which is sort of an equivocal, general statement on what their subject matter covers. After all, Stinkfist is great song on fisting and societal standards. I’m still unsure as to what my favorite song of all time would be, but that one is definitely within the top 5.

I had a great night, feasting on Prime chicken thighs simmered in a cream of mushroom sauce on a bed of rice. I tried out a new cider, called Blackthorn, which I find is very similar to Strongbow, with a drier taste. I’m still finishing my Hong Kong milk tea as I write this, made with condensed milk, of course. Best served very, very strong. I couldn’t find any of the Rickshaw brand, so I went to a medicine store in the middle of Chinatown and bought half a kilogram there from a sweet old Chinese woman. It was the first time in my life that I had to use my knowledge of the Chinese language, as I guessed she didn’t have a practical knowledge of English.

I found another Dears song called No Return, which just sounds so great. It truly follows the form of their “orchestral pop noir romantique” style, whereas some of their songs don’t. Blood Roses by Tori Amos is pretty good too, as I enjoy the sound of a harpsichord (though my version of Aria from Goldberg Variations is piano), if it didn’t have what I feel is too dissonant a vocal part near the end.

I don’t really know what to say. I’m just generally feeling shitty. I can’t concentrate on my homework, I’m slacking off at work, and I have lots to do. I didn’t know I had an assignment due today, so I handed in some rough work of about a quarter of the assignment. I actually had the whole thing done, but I didn’t bring it to class. Then I have a mid-term tomorrow, for which I’ve only studied about an hour, worth 30% of my final mark. I just can’t seem to concentrate on anything. So I painted my nails black today.

People sometimes ask me why I do it. Whenever I tell them, they never understand, which wouldn’t bother me so much, if they would actually try to understand. But people just judge, and never question. Fuck.