So. This is me, posting a blog entry. Mostly at this point I'm looking at how this site works. It's not as snazzy as Jeff's Blog , but it's free and I already had an account here. I'm shy about talking about myself. Putting myself out there. I don't tell anyone personal details. I keep my distance. That's the way I've been all my life. But I'm never going to get to where I want to be in life if I stay that way forever. And that's aside from the fact that I can't get a god-damned ...

Apparently feelings are something you're supposed to feel . Who'd have thunk it? I've always thought of emotions as something that colored my thoughts. Just something that adds a certain quality to what's going on inside my head. Apparently emotions are supposed to be something that you can actually feel in your body. I'm pretty sure I do have emotions, so I must be just not paying attention to them. It's a new definition for the mind/body problem. That was a philosophy joke. Ha. Se...

Well, I found this slightly interesting: Your Linguistic Profile: 65% General American English 20% Yankee 5% Dixie 5% Upper Midwestern 0% Midwestern What Kind of American English Do You Speak? I wonder what the Yankee terms I use are. And I've never been to Dixie or the upper midwest. The test can't be very accurate, since I only got a total of 95%. (I never heard an easy class called a "crisp course," a "gut," or a "blow off" before....

I feel like I've got so much work to do, and not enough time to do it. I don't know where all my time goes. I don't spend rediculous amounts of time poking around on the internet. Reading random JoeUser articles and such. Reading whatever gets posted on snopes.com . Just a little bit of time here and there. I think the problem is that I squander small blocks of time on trivial time-killing activities like those mentioned above, instead of trying to accomplish some small part of the w...

This makes me cry, but then this makes me laugh. Two very different emotions evoked by the same blog site, written by the same person. I tend to think of everything having a single theme, but in reality people are complex and multi-faceted. It's a lesson that hasn't quite made its way into my consciousness. I tend to think of people as being homogeneous, the same all the way through. And then I'm surprised when I see a different side of someone. Emotions and thoughts that I didn't k...

Me: I don't think I'd want a pet, because they have such short lifespans. I'd be sad if it died. B: You see, you can't live like that. So true. I was at a pet store the other day, and the furry critters they had for sale there were so cute. I know my mom doesn't like rodents, but some of them are just adorable. Not having any pets is just another way that I avoid forming emotional attachments so that I can't be hurt. I think I should get one. As long as I don't turn into the equi...

So I found out that the interview that I thought was on Wednesday was actually on Tuesday, and I missed it. Majorly upset about that, as you can imagine. Here's the thing, though. As soon as I found out, I got into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and slept for two hours. I remember doing that in the past, going to sleep when I feel bad and hoping it's better when I wake up. I always do feel better after a nap, but I'm wondering if maybe I should try to find a better way to deal with...

I believe it was Chris Rock who said that insurance should be called "In Case Shit Happens," and the policy should be that if shit doesn't happen, you get your money back. A friend of mine remarked that, even though this wouldn't be the best business model for the insurance industry, it would be more "moral." That's not the way I see it, though. Insurance isn't like putting money aside so you'll have it in case shit happens. It's more like everybody putting money into a general fund so ...

Check out the Google ads at the bottom of the sidebar. Google has analyzed my blog and determined that anyone reading it needs serious mental help. Which can, of course, be obtained over the internet. I'm not really miserable 24/7, it's just that when I'm in a good mood I don't exactly dwell on it like I sometimes do when I'm in a bad mood. Plus, it doesn't take as many words to explain it when things are going right. When i started this blog I had an idea that it would provide insight i...

Way down at the bottom of the sidebar, right there on your right, just above the ads, is a list of referrals. That is, the links that brought people to this site. At this moment it tells me that 24 people came here from google.com. A few through Gmail (most likely because they put an article on their watch list and got an email when a comment was left. At least one of those is me.), but most from the search engine. "Egyptian girl" seems to be the most popular search, probably because the...

I was just looking at Neil Gaiman's website and noticed that his new book is coming out on my birthday this year. I usually don't like to spend the money for a hardcover book, but maybe I'll get myself a birthday present this year. The cover looks a whole lot like the cover of American Gods . It seems to have a pretty similar theme, though, so maybe that's intentional.

My grade report came in the mail today, and I noticed that it's calling me a 5th year student. I guess that must mean I'm really behind on doing my co-op, since I just finished my third year. In a 5 year program, you're a 5th year student if you have 144 or more credits. As of now I have 155. I really need to address this co-op situation if I want to graduate.

Sometimes I feel an urge to write something here. Express what I'm feeling, or something like that. The problem is I don't have anything specific in mind that I want to say. Maybe I'm feeling something that I just can't identify and put into words, or maybe what I'm feeling is just the need to reach out, so there's no specific set of words that would be meaningful. I do feel better when I write things out, though. It's actually kind of funny: if you had told me back in high school that ...

So there I was, sitting in the living room playing Eat Hot Death! , when suddenly I hear "Pete! Pete, come here! You've got to see this!" What was it I had to see, you ask? It was a really big worm that my mom found in the compost pile. I've known since I was four that playing with worms was the best part of gardening. I'm glad to see she's finally come around to my way of thinking.

Forlorn lover leaves ring in unlocked car That article seems to me to be a bit out of place on HappyNews.com . Sure, it's about somebody who left his car door unlocked, and instead of getting his stereo stolen somebody left a $15,000 diamond ring on his seat. But it's just as much about someone who bought a $15,000 ring for someone and then gave it away with a note that said "Hopefully this will land in the hands of someone you love, for my love is gone now." There's no merry Chri...