The words contained in this here journal may not make much sense and they may not bear any relation to reality but one thing is for sure, they'll contain the word pasty.
I've gotten up this morning to discover an agitated back that's complaining at most everything I do and some offline messages from Wend saying that I'm "very very rude". The first of the two I think has appeared from sitting awkwardly in the cinema yesterday, but the other isn't quite so clear. As far as I remember I've sent no pictures of body parts nor called her smelly so it's a mystery innit. I love mysteries :D
I've also woken up to a beautiful day. Wooooo!
As I've just mentioned we made a pilgrimage to the cinema at Teesside Park yesterday and watched Scary Movie 3. As far as I understand it the whole cast left after the second Scary Movie because it was just sooooo awful and the third film was subsequently invaded by bits and bobs of the Airplane team. As a result it's good, not special but good. Main comments are that there was too little of Leslie and that Charlie Sheen ain't half looking his age these days.
Nearly a year after I had a fit about my Computer Games Programming I've finally flicked away my physical revulsion to the activity of coding and have started playing around in C++ a bit. It's somewhat of a surprise to me how much I can remember. In fact I'm pretty sure that I can do stuff now I couldn't back in the day. What's more is that my fiddlings have also included OpenGL which is the area that finally made me flip in the first place! Well at the moment I'm trying to program a learning Wez (at the moment depicted by a yellow dot) that'll run about looking for food, running away from scary monsters, and the like. The idea isn't that I'll tell Wez to run away when she sees a lion but that she'll figure it out herself having been eaten a few times. It seems like a hopelessly difficult thing to do but I like a challenge and if worst comes to worst I'll attach explosives to everything instead and we can have meaty cat chunks and amusing sound effects for tea.
Mentioning Wez she's become a one cat sick machine, much to my mum's displeasure. Wez looks fine enough though; she's bright as a button; fat and still gobbling down the food. She's right lovely so she is.
Dream Recorder Holidays in a Center Parcs type hut thingy. Strangely whoever designed the building thought it would be a good idea to put the toilets (there were four of them) outside with no protection whatsoever from the elements. This wouldn't have mattered so much if it weren't raining with the force of twenty spilt pints per square foot. The only other thing I remember clearly is Gemma complaining because her sleeping bag was blue along with the clothes she was wearing and that when she got into the sleeping bag no-one could see her as a result.
Then I woke up, then I went back to sleep. And then I dreamt about having Mark, Capps and Jono all staying in my bedroom. Once again a sleeping bag played a leading role as I took mine to the toilet with me! Actually that's toilets again too. What on earth is my subconscious up to exactly? Perhaps it's in a constant cycle of toilet humour and feeling sleepy. Besides this there were a number of things wrong with the dream; for a start I have enough trouble squeezing Wend in to stay let alone those three! We'd have to be very friendly if we wanted to fit :D Oh and if I was sleeping in my bed then why did I have a sleeping bag?
Thursday, January 22, 2004
I don't know about anyone else but I can't comment in my own comments, which seems highly unfair since if anyone should be allowed to complain about me it should be me! Ah well, that's the way the tractor turns sometimes.
I've been mildly amused by these little quiz things that have shown up and, although you can cheat on them and the fact they have no bearing on anything whatsoever, they're good fun. I seem to have been fairly successful with most everyone else's quizzes though I am kicking myself for getting one of Capps' questions wrong. He's been going on and on about his Web Development course for so bloody long that you'd think that, even despite my quite phenomenal ability to discard those facts most useful to me, I'd know what it was called. But alas no, I said that his course was called Internet Computing (Internet Computing being the course Wend is doing) and quite wholeheartedly disgraced myself. As a once great man once greatly exclaimed; "Boy is my face red!".
Another interesting oddity is that Wend and Capps gave precisely the same answers to nine out of the ten questions in my lovely self-absorbed quiz. The exception being the question about which film made me cry, which Capps misread and gave the wrong answer to. I'm willing to bet that had he read the question properly he'd have picked out Forrest Gump and the pair of 'em would have supplied identical answer papers. Thinking about it I suspect they've been copying off each other. Right, detention the pair of you!
I'm generally being a bit bored at the moment and every time I think of some activity to pass the time it's almost always sleep, which I'm sure is no good for me. Yesterday a lack of things to do, plus the fact the inside of my house was comparable to the inside of the Millennium Falcon after Han Solo had turned all the radiators up and set fire to Chewie, forced me to leave the house and go on a little walk to the top of the hill behind my house. It was nice. I saw a plane sporting the D-Day invasion markings and a bellyflopper landing and taking off from some farm. This is what happens when you pay them subsidies Capps! They start riding around in helicopters when they should be tending to the animals and generally getting covered in muck! You can bet your bottom dollar that Airwolf never carried passengers sporting wellies. Oooooo sporting wellies, I think there's a gap in the market there. But yes I'm being a bit bored but it's my own fault for being lazy. If you suggest an activity I'll offer the same reply every time; "Nah, can't be bothered". Apathy, ladies and gentleman, has reached new extremes.
Having started reading it on Monday night I finished Touching the Void yesterday afternoon. I know it's a terrible cliche, but from the moment I picked it up I just couldn't put it back down again. It's a real-life (that's real life, not Hollywood's "based on a true story") tale of a couple of blokes who try to climb a mountain and run into... well lets say difficulties, and the subsequent harrowing account of their attempt to get off the mountain. It's written by one of the two fellows it's about (Joe Simpson) and he describes the events from his perspective. T'is all about the strength of human character and the hope and the friendship and all (don't pull that face at me!). He can be a bit technical at times, he's bound to be what with him being a proper style mountaineer bloke with all the ropes and hats and scarves, but it's the first book that's ever succeeded in really moving me. I got rather emotional at certain bits :)
If any of you lot actually read regularly then I'd recommend the book, it's only fairly short (one reason I finished it in less than 48 hours) and if you don't like the thing you can always hit me over the head with it for being a rubbish literary fairy. Oh and I had jokes made by people on the train about the title "Touching the Void" so you're too late to be witty and vulgar at the same time :P
On a bright note the rallying is on tonight and also everything I see (and I mean everything, even stuff in Middlesbrough) reminds me how lucky I am to exist. Right now I' m just really happy to be bored! Oh and I had a chemistry exam this morning which went well (illustrating how I find my studies so important that crucial exams are almost forgotten three hours later). Right then, time for some computer games methinks....... Nah, can't be bothered. I'll just go to bed instead.
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
My spider sense is tingling! Three months ago I couldn't get excited about anything; the most marvellous things ever wouldn't even cause a raised eyebrow in advance. I hated it. It felt like cardboard, but cardboard inside my head. *wonders if flaming skulls are made to burn by packing them with cardboard* But today I'm experiencing excitement with absolutely no good reasoning at all. I feel like I'm a day from the first F1 race of the season, or hours from leaving to move myself to Scilly, yet the only thing coming up in the next few days is a chemistry exam! Honestly I feel like I'm about to be given a million quid or something. I keep having moments of a shiver down my spine, a big grin on my face, and in a situation of real excitement I'd start thinking about whatever wonderful event was headed my way. But instead I just give myself a puzzled look and enjoy the rather confusing but pleasant chemical signals I'm sending myself. Today, for no good reason, the world is especially good.
One thing I've been battling for recently is a workable sleeping pattern. I've spent the last two months going to bed at daft o'clock, waking up at even dafter o'clock and then sleeping during the day. It ain't been good for me and I'm pretty sure I lost some of my va va voom as a result. Well Jono said I was getting morbid at least, which I regard as some feat since I never think of let alone talk about death, and I was aware that I was finding it harder to converse and that when I was I was talking with little or no flair. No emphasis on the words that need emphasising. Like SMELLY. Now I'm going to make extra effort to talk like an excited person. Which I am. For no reason. Hmmmmmmm
I've finished Freelancer. Or at least completed the main storyline; there are many more worlds for me to explore and many more amusingly shaped asteroids to find before I hang up my flying goggles (You need goggles in space so all the grit doesn't get in your eyes). I've been playing Grand Prix Legends a bit too. This for, people who don't know, is a game designed solely for reclusive grand prixophiles who enjoy tweaking with the toe-in and the anti-roll bars. It's also the most difficult game I've ever played by a country mile and furthermore one of the most fun. It's a racing game where the need for racing is minimal and it's enjoyable enough just to drive around the track on my own. Of course the addition of other cars causes me to crash every five yards. This is a bad thing.
I have a flying pig. A dangerous flying pig powered by elastic bands. And I've started reading in bed (wtf!!!?). And I've started taking cod liver oil (wtjf!!!!!?). And I've all of a sudden rediscovered my need to learn new things. Hence the reading in bed and also looking up Celtic history and Viking place names in google.
Where the cod liver oil capsule thing has come from I'm not sure. They just sit there in the cupboard in the regular use of my parents and I'd never really paid them much due. To be honest they always seemed a bit intimidating due to their size plus their fearsome reputation for tasting rank. Oh do shut up Wez, it's an hour til food time! Then the other day I tried one and quickly realised that compared to the stuff I usually gobble down they are fairly minute, and of course being capsules that just disappear down your throat you can't taste a thing. Until you burp that is *cringes*. I've been taking vitamin thingies for ages too. I hold out no hope that either of them do me any good whatsoever but they're certainly not doing me any harm and as the pointless saying goes "Anything that doesn't harm me can only make me stronger". Or is it "If it ain't broke, don't fix it". Hmmmmm, conflicting advice there.
Anyway if you've got something awful to confess, now is the time. I'm feeling very forgiving as nothing in slightest matters; anything smelly will soon be forgotten when whatever it is I'm getting excited about actually reaches me. And now, doing my best Cartman impression, "Screw you guys, I'm going to look up the Byzantine Empire"
