For all things good and holy! My sleep sure is one of those.. Approximately 6 minutes ago, the smoke detector in my room decided that it's current battery no longer held a sufficient charge, and started one really high-pitch *BEEP!* every 30 seconds. So as you can tell, that probably didn't last long. Went got a 9v battery, the step-stool and showed that mother-effing smoke-detector who's boss. I'm going back to sleep. It's now 5AM.

Eff that damn battery.

Right in the negative terminal.

-ap

Current Mood: irritated

Hurumph. That's my only comment on that matter. Nothing else to say. Except that the sandwich was good, but not sure I cared for the chilled cucumber soup. The italian soda was good as always.

Last day of class for Psych of Creativity.. yay. Didn't do much in that class.

Only have a final on thursday.

Work wanted me to close a lot next week. I need a new job.

Rode my bike in the insane heat again. Not as bad as it was yesterday. But still hot as hell. Was a delightful ride.

Feeling a little lonely today. A little down and out. Oh well.

Started up another book today. Almost done with this set of dune prequels...Then I got onto the follow up books.. then go back to the other set of prequels. And proly work on the Ender's Shadow series in there somewhere.

The heat is melting my brain I think. Ever so slightly. And yet.. I have the urge to ride my bike right now...

City of Rohnert Park has no job openings. Sad.

I don't want to work an 8 hour shift tomorrow. Closing.. it Angers me...

Upbeat note to end on.... errr I got paid today.

Don't ask...

I'm looking for a new job. One for a local city. I have a friend asking a family member in Santa Rosa about jobs there. I need an office job. I need to get going with things. I need a real job.

Several years ago I worked for the City of Saratoga Human Resource Department, and got loaned out often to Parks and Rec. Once to City Planning. It was actually a good job.

holy crap.. it's not even 11 and it's already 80 out there. It's supposed to be 95 today and 101 tomorrow. By the gods.... maybe I'll go on a bike ride...

Finished my last sizable paper for the semester last night. Only got a little 1 pager due next Thursday.

The simmer got a lil frothy and had to be brought down a bit.. but still simmering nicely...

I hate my job.. just putting that out there again. I should get a real one. Even the benefit of occasionally getting to help cute girls isn't enough to keep my attention there anymore...

Brewing has gone to simmering...

hehe.

Oh.. and ignore the Silk and Leather clad women in the chariot being drawn by flying monkeys... It's all explained in the manual.

OH.. and new Epic Failure http://epicfailure.shireroth.org/2008.3.22.html and http://epicfailure.shireroth.org/2008.3.23.html

I'm in love with Bolero by Ravel... I don't know why... it's just.. Awesome!

AND THE PAPER IS DONE! 5-7 pages became 8 pages. oops. Oh well.

( Tony Randell Hungry )

1 Major Essay down! One left. And already in planning phases. Tomorrow I shall go to the bibliotecha and do some research.

My Heavy Cruiser is kicking ass! I keep sinking things! But my aim is the suck. The Raynor XI... Kinda wish I had given it a funner name. Like.. The Flying Monkey.. or the Joe Swanson. Yes.. Holy crip he's a crapple!

I can't concentrate. I have so much to do, but I can't seem to focus on it. Yet. once done. I'll be done for the semester more or less. Nothing really big will be left. I just need to write two papers one by friday one by monday. And I have barely even done the reading or research for them. I tried to get all the reading for the friday one done yesterday, I had the whole day. But I couldn't concentrate. My mind just isn't focusing...

Gods, I need this semester to be done, and these classes. I honestly don't like my classes this semester. I which I had just dropped one of the psych classes...


other topic.
No one can actually understand anyone else, because every experience is different for everyone else. No matter how you try, you will never be able to make anyone else truly understand what you have experienced. They will always judge it by 2/3rd, at best, of what you tell them which will be 1/3rd of what you experienced which will be 1/2 of what really happened. Despite being made up numbers, those are probably not far off the truth.

This realization, which is nothing new for me, honestly doesn't make me feel better at all. Just makes me feel more isolated then I already do.

( Addendum )

Yeah... I went there...

Opeth. Dream Theater. Yes. Just yes.

LARPing again... Seeing Steph... Awesome.

Making a flute (recorder) with my dad. Spiffy.

That is all.