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2004-04-23 - 7:40 p.m.
*Inhaling*. It feels so good not to have a cold anymore.
April 23, and hippying in stylelessness. Went to Earthfest today for free food and music, heard a couple songs by �Rockets and Robots� which were completely awesome. Recommended. Got an email from the owners of a sex-professional-support-network in Ontario, who did not answer my complex ethical questions because she didn�t have time to type the response (evidently sex-specialists don't have a consistent need for hot lil' secretaries) but said she would be glad to discuss it over the phone with me. I�m not sure if a credit card will be required.
April 17. I wake up and realize that I celebrated my birthday a day early.
April 16, and pleasantly drunk. One of those 21st birthday requirements, I guess. The Melissa Incident. Even if they are currently leaving the bar and you�ll never see them again, a second introduction is in order; it is evidently rude to hand your phone number out to someone while not actually in a conversation with them, though a conversation may have transpired at an earlier time. There was a moment, and at the time I didn�t realize it, during which the conversation stopped, and I didn�t really notice, or care to do anything about it. Evidently, it was a thoughtful pause for me, and an awkward pause for her. And it was at this moment that I lost points, or so I must assume en retro animus, because we were having a great time talking about the dangers of moose-driving just prior to that moment of reflection. And she was smiling. I have a great deal of trouble figuring out the boundary between liking something and being obsessed over it. thus do I have an even greater trouble walking that fence.
Watched an anime last night by myself, Grave of the Fireflies. Twitchy afterward. Like a house of cards waiting for someone to walk past and take the top card, so the house slowly crumbles from the lack of weight.
The dream of 4/20. This movie-story takes place on April 20, late 1970s. I can tell because the_main_character wore an open leather jacket over a wool sweater, and this wasn�t terribly odd. There were a lot more characters involved and they all had distinct stereotypes and most of them were stoned, but I�d forgotten a lot even before the dream was over because the_main_character was telling me this movie afterward, while I was toking up in the dream. There was mellow music playing the whole time. This is his story�A hairy_guy and his_long-nosed_friend come over and smoke weed with the_main_character. They watch some DVDs, and get bored so they go to school. On the way to school, the_main_character visits the house of a prophet_girl, who is extremely hot in a tight red shirt. She was stoned already, but the_main_character had enough to waste. �It�s so dumb�we think we�re so� superior to the animals, and they are just like us�It�s not even like�animals are dumber than we are and act in a less sophisticated fashion�we act in the exact same fashion as they so�the same drives and motives�there�s nothing advanced about the reasons why we do the things we do�we�re all sheep and pigs and sheeps�sittin� around eatin� grass�so fuckin� fucked up, you know. We still have all of our instincts, fight over resources, and we fuck just about anything�(insert several pictures of dogs going at it with pillows, tables, etc)�hell, I�d even fuck you if, fuck�you wanna fuck?�(insert several short bits of the minds of the other characters that will survive until the end of the story *here*. one of them was hairy_guy, who had something to do with his_band. Russian_student didn�t appear in these intro scenes). There was the story of the boy_with_many_nipples. Ith like, oo, thad herdse, and thad mags it all beddr, but it doethent even herdse in the thirdse plase, thadse whad mags id theel so good�(insert farr to many pictures of this character rubbing an assortment of nipples on his chest. I think there were 8.) There was also the story of the sheep_girl, content in her ways, making every effort to have big round big pretty round eyes. Does whatever her parents say, because she�s not yet old enough to think for herself. Spends all day brushing her matted wool clothes until they are *perfect* and goes to class late to make googly-eyes at the Bison_headed_football_players after school�Eventually, the main character and a prophet_girl made it to school. The_main_character walked into my bedroom (at the school) and there was straw on the floor. I showed him a bunch of things I was working on, including a holograpghic version of table tennis that had obstacles in the middle, and the ball rolled on the floor between the two paddles. I explained how every computer (program) has a lexicon of definitions of concepts (functions), and these are the same whether the game is electronic or holographic. He says �dude�cool�� but doesn�t really get it and leaves. The_main_character sits in class for a while, and most of the students change into people with animal heads. the Russian_student, sitting in the back, has large curly horns, a couple of people are sheep, a couple are pigs, but the majority of the rest are cattle. The_teacher, a goat with pointy horns that stick straight up, explains that he�s not getting paid enough to teach class to a bunch of grass-eaters (here, in the middle of his threatening speech, the teacher makes an aside to explain something about photosynthesis and how eating slop is even worse) so he has to resort to killing his students and selling their bodies to a local butcher shop. He takes out a semi-automatic weapon and starts shooting. A couple larger students rush him in a mad frenzy, the sheep just sit there and make pretty targets, and the pigs roll around a bit in their own blood before they stop squealing. Throughout all this, the Russian_student remains calm and keeps doing his homework. Only the last row of students is left, and the teacher makes some comment about how long he�s been waiting to do this�(zoom in on a pipe-bomb-shaped single-use gun with a huge label, �Made In Russia�). When the_teacher pulls the trigger, the gun backfires and explodes, killing him and taking out the holographic game-making center downstairs (which explains why they didn�t have 3-D holographic games in the 1980s). Here, the_main_character stops the film and tell me his quandary (note that my body is buried in rubble from the explosion). �so there I was, looking around, wondering who to repopulate the earth with, and I don�t want to fuck no Russian_student, and I already did it with the prophet_girl, so I guess it�d have to be the sheep_girl (whose hair, from all the hairspray, had burst into flames when she had a spark of a thought, so now was bald), but she�ll probably wanna do it with the Russian_student�so I was thinkin��and this gets a bit complicated�let�s say I do it with the boy_with_many_nipples, and then we might just end up with a girl with 8 double-D tits! Wouldn�t that be awesome?� End Dream.
On a completely different note, I have joined Ebay. I bought some LEGOs. There�s all these things that I don�t know about it, someone should make a book. Anyways, I�m extremely pleased by the whole process and I haven�t even received anything yet; it�s the waiting before christmas that makes it christmas. Also, I am the only person I know who will go out of his way to buy himself what he wanted for his birthday. My parents gave me a YATZEE game (I was not pleased.). Upon closer inspection, the box contained two Game Boy Advance Games and playing cards. I beat 007 in what seemed like an hour of gameplay. Baka.
