Archive for February, 2007
So I have a space heater for my room because it gets really fucking cold in this house. Also I’ve got my vent blocked because there is dust in the system that drives my allergies haywire, so I’d rather not muck with that. Barron likes to keep the heat really low, and given the size of the house I can’t blame her.
But I leave the space heater on at 60 degrees all the time. (Its a ceramic heater so there is a very reduced danger of fire. I’m really comfortable that no part of the thing gets hot enough to set anything else on fire.)
So, I’ve been coming home and I’ve noted that its been off. I don’t remember turning it off but there is the slim, slim possibility that I’m turning it off while I’m sleeping. (I can forget things that I do in the groggy initial stages of waking up.)
But honestly I think Barron’s turning it off… Thats my guess, but I also don’t want to falsely accuse her given that our relationship is so poor. So I taped this note to the heater:
To whoever keeps turning this thing off:
- You shouldn’t be in my room, I don’t go in yours, so I’d appreciate the same respect.
- If you have a problem with it you should talk to me or leave me a note. You shouldn’t go behind my back.
- Please don’t turn it off again. Talk to me first. Or if you want you could just pretend you didn’t see this note and leave it on this time and into the future.. Your choice.
So yeah, is a bit passive, but it has the intended effect. It can’t falsely accuse anyone, and it is communication.
Do you ever realize that you like none of the choices that you have?
I’ve been seriously debating sending off my consistent, persistent, and slightly insane companions for the past four years to live with their aunt and uncle, cousins, and other assorted aunts and uncles.
I’ve been apartment hunting and the places that I find in my price range are either very nice and clean and won’t accept cats, or they’re a mess and do accept cats.
Either choice I make I lose.
- Move into a nice place, and send off the cats. Then lose the joy of their companionship
- Move into a palce thats a mess, and deal with the stress of living in a mess.
I hate that these are the options I have.
I’ve talked with a bunch of people since I wrote the last post. (Although I just got around to typing it up and posting it.)
I need to make sure that I’m not too close to my problems.
My assistant store manager basically told me I’ven’t spent enough time looking for places and I need to give it a bit more time..
Patience and persistence, with a little bit of perspective.
I worked at a really busy Starbucks in an office building three times this week.
I’m not ever sure I thought I’d say this but I miss working in an office.
Don’t get me wrong – there are utterly boring moments in offices, but after making your 500th double tall non-fat latte you kinda long for a more complex problem to solve.
I actually ended up writing a three page proposal for a snazzy idea that is classic Nick: take a bunch of pieces and put them together in a new and novel way.
When I was in middle school I developed a novel method to run a mailing list to send 10,000+ people David Letterman’s Top Ten list. Mind you this was before you could get a free mailing list over at Yahoo! Groups.
I just put together a $15/year mail forwarding account with a $10/month shell account (Mind you that $10/month was for my internet connectivity, plus my shell account.), some shell script, procmail, small C programs and I had myself a cheap mailing list. Somehow I did this without getting sued by worldwide pants or CBS for copyright infringement, or pissing off my ISP.
It wasn’t exactly brilliant or high tech, I just took a bunch of pieces and put them together.
I want to go out to dinner with someone and have a conversation
This is incredibly delayed but what the fuck is it with gay men?
I had someone who I met online several months ago. We had really fun online conversations that lasted for a good number of hours.
So we went on an in person date, which went alright. We didn’t quite click, but it was good.
So then he’s not online for a long week then when he does come back online he tells me it isn’t right and he doesn’t want to date. Fine, I figure we’ll have some good online conversations still, right?
Nope. Its a complete 180 holding a conversation with him was like pulling teeth, if he was around.
I just don’t get why you’d break of something so completely.
I’m going to a cuddle party next week, should be interesting
This is the period of things where I need to tough it out. I have 2.5 months left in class, and then I will graduate. This is 7.75 years after I started college. This ends up being a total of 21.75 years of school.
I’m kinda crazy to be thinking of getting my MBA at this point.
I want to/need to put that energy into something real.
Honestly modern academics is the biggest waste of words. I’d like to know the number of words each year that get read exactly once, reduced into a number or letter in a grade book only then to be reduced into a grade on a transcript to be yet again reduced into a symbolic expensive piece of paper that says, yes I demonstrated that I have a capacity to do something, but it was just all to demonstrate that I have the capacity to do something.
I’ve met so many people who have gotten their bachelors who have no idea how to actually do something
Put it this way you can be an expert at masturbating, and know nothing about sex.
Education for the most part is learning how to masturbate, with some examples of how to have sex.
I’ll end here: I’m tired of just jerking off, I want to get to the real thing.