Wednesday, July 31, 2002
as i sit here listening to mexican death techno, i wonder.....
why the hell am i doing this.
this reminds me, that i don't know why the hell i do a lot of things anymore. the whole work thing. work makes no sense. i don't really know why i go, at all. i mean, seriously, why bother. WHY WORK
ok time makes no sense. it is true, time has absolutely no consistancy. i am convinced that a second is not always a second. and more importantly, 8 hours is definitely not always the same 8 hours. ok, tuesday, longest freaking day of my life. why? because it was so hated. it was so hated and it didn't even know it. so today was pretty damn normal, but it felt like it flew because tuesday was so damn slow. so damn slow and hated.......
this has been such a non week. i don't feel like i'm doing anything important. the funny thing is, i managed to get more done today that i think i have ever been able too. its not like i worked any harder or was any more motivated, things just got done. this goes along with the whole time makes no sense thing. i mean seriously, it was just fucking wierd the way it happened. i got to the office, started working, bloop bloop, got stuff done, looked at the time, like no time had gone past. NO SENSE!!! NO SENSE I TELL YOU.
there is something wierd about the space bar key on my new keyboard. it doesn't work as well as i would like it too, it kind of sticks. usually its pretty good, but sometimes it seems like its really bad.
AMMMOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKK (spanish for '666 is the greatest mexican techno act ever')
too much of my life is dedicated to playing this silly video game. i play it all the time. i give it a higher priority than just about anything else. but when i'm not playing and just kind of sitting around, i'm freaking bored. why wouldn't i play it? it makes me happy and unbored to play it. frlakjds;fkasd
i want to write a novel, like a real one. that would be sweet.
shit, i need to do stuff for a second. be back later
why the hell am i doing this.
this reminds me, that i don't know why the hell i do a lot of things anymore. the whole work thing. work makes no sense. i don't really know why i go, at all. i mean, seriously, why bother. WHY WORK
ok time makes no sense. it is true, time has absolutely no consistancy. i am convinced that a second is not always a second. and more importantly, 8 hours is definitely not always the same 8 hours. ok, tuesday, longest freaking day of my life. why? because it was so hated. it was so hated and it didn't even know it. so today was pretty damn normal, but it felt like it flew because tuesday was so damn slow. so damn slow and hated.......
this has been such a non week. i don't feel like i'm doing anything important. the funny thing is, i managed to get more done today that i think i have ever been able too. its not like i worked any harder or was any more motivated, things just got done. this goes along with the whole time makes no sense thing. i mean seriously, it was just fucking wierd the way it happened. i got to the office, started working, bloop bloop, got stuff done, looked at the time, like no time had gone past. NO SENSE!!! NO SENSE I TELL YOU.
there is something wierd about the space bar key on my new keyboard. it doesn't work as well as i would like it too, it kind of sticks. usually its pretty good, but sometimes it seems like its really bad.
AMMMOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKK (spanish for '666 is the greatest mexican techno act ever')
too much of my life is dedicated to playing this silly video game. i play it all the time. i give it a higher priority than just about anything else. but when i'm not playing and just kind of sitting around, i'm freaking bored. why wouldn't i play it? it makes me happy and unbored to play it. frlakjds;fkasd
i want to write a novel, like a real one. that would be sweet.
shit, i need to do stuff for a second. be back later
