Nothing in Particular

...all is right in the world.
That is all.

Watch, in awe, as I bend technology to my will!!!

...by which I mean I've configured my palm device to use the school's internet.
The World Wide Web is at my fingertips.
...and I post to Livejournal.

In other news, I have already consumed a red bull and have yet to feel its effects. It may be a long week.

I am currently typing this from my palm device and, quite frankly, it's awesome.
Due to my cash cowhorrible learning disability, the school has seen fit to give me a bursery for 'assistive technology. Hence the new toy.
I am also rather drunk from the bottle of wine I am drinking. Form and style in my writing go out the window when booze is involved. The wine is nice: The Naked Grape Merlot.
I am also hanging out with Simon, which is fun because he is cool! He brought over his 'One laptop per child' laptop, which I think is a great idea for third world countries.
In other news, 4chanAnonymous has declared war on Scientology. This facinates me to no end. I would post links to videos, but drunk. Googling will assist you.

I miss LJ. More updates to come. On the go, because now I have no excuse.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a bottle to finish,

Effbomb OUT!

It wasn't until I listened to the mid-sized, animatronic Santa Claus singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" that I realized I was excited.

God almighty, today was fuckstarted from the moment I woke up.
It started with Yardsailing with my good friend Kevin who'se LJ Username escapes me. up by 8 and out by 8:30. We were gone until noon and then came back with treasures, tiny chibi Gundam toys included. Afterwards we decided to spend time at the Harbour Art Festival and met up with an amateur circus act. Poi was spun, torches and swords juggled and tampolenes leapt upon.
Exhausted from the day's activities, we went home and Kayla indulged herself with a nap (the beginning of which was nearly 3/4 of the Battlestar Galactica episode we'd been watching).
Awake, food and back to the festival with Buddy and Breiland who magically appeared, seeming to spawn from the Aether to my front door. But I digress.
The Zero Gravity circus,a second and competeley professional Circus , was just beginning when we got there.
The acts were fantastic; post-show, we met up with the performers who had earlier expressed an interest in partying with us. So they stroke (striked,past-tense of strike in this context?) the stage and we met up with them in their hotel room, had a beer and left. They went to eat, we went to Jolene's new apartment and to be honest, I forget her LJ username as well. How embarrassing.
(Her place is magical, Jesus. Ceilings that go on forever).
Then we went to Kilroy's, Jack's then met with Shawn who drove us first to Mark's house, then to Scotia's. Mark, it turns out, is a bass player of, in my estimation, high calibur(sp?). Scotia's was fun and the hallmark was the excellent conversation with the Circus Folk.
Home came soon after, provided by the peerless, gracious Kevin.
I am very, very happy.

~Peace.
Oh, also. Pictures of me in clown makeup to come!

I just came back from two shows at the same time. I don't care what anyone says, show-hopping is legitimate exercise. Living down town is a fantastic thing, no worries if one is, say, far too inebriated for one's own good. Home is just a short walk away.

Spent more time at Riel's camp this weekend. Many, many hot dogs were massacred and digested. Their screams still haunt my slumber.....
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One other thing... I can now proudly proclaim that I have been covered, head to toe, in fish's defecation.

...that is all.

I have just purchased a laptop. Despite my past quarrels with out of the box models, I bought an HP and, rather to my surprise, the world didn't explode.
When I had my own laptop, before, I was posting on this thing most every day and, honestly, I felt very good doing so. Here's hoping the habit continues.

Had the Battle Royale party last night. Played lots of magic, too.

We went out to have a cigarette after the movie had finished and a woman approached the Death Stairs tentatively asking us to use a phone in exchange for a dollar. This was the same woman who we had heard banging on a door on the ground level and shouting. She was also barefoot; explaining as she walked up the stairs that her boyfriend had stolen her shoes directly off of her feet and then had left her there. I handed her my cell phone but whomever she had decided to call was unavailable. Walking back down the stairs afterward she explained that the person she had been visiting, her cousin, was likely "cracked-out" and unable to answer the door. There was something unexpected in her tone and expression that was difficult to place.
Then, bathed in the bright neon light cast by the casino sign, it hit me. She wasn't distressed or frantic as I had anticipated someone in her position to be. This was commonplace for her;to be expected.

I didn't have the heart to ask her for the dollar.

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Been out at Riel's camp and am going back for the night. Had fun today and should be more fun tonight and tomorrow.
~Peace.

Firstly.
Yesterday seems to have meshed in a seemless yet unfortunate blur with this morning. I woke up wired and in desperate need of coffee, which in itself is extraneous, once again unsettled by some elusive worry; the same that's been plaguing me since the move. Its been affecting my moods, my relationship with Kayla and the way I react to friends; even family, not that there's alot of that here.
( A little too personal. )
I'm definately overreacting, there hasn't even been all that much adversity. Kay's parents have been very understanding about our situation and have welcomed us into their home. I'm just so focused on making no waves that I'm turning inwards with all of my stress and aggression. I know it isn't healthy. I know it is damaging, both to my psyche and my body. I guess that's why I started this journal. At least this way I can channel my stresses somewhere where it won't hurt myself or those around me.
An old friend once described to me a state of mind, much like an emotional auto-pilot. While in its thrall you feel nothing, exist as nothing.
Well, nothing human anyways.
She called it the Cold; where Sun won't warm and wind doesn't chill. Where love won't make you smile.
Some call it a blessing but, to me, it is a travesty. For better or worse, emotions are who we are. They create us and the relationships with those that we adore, dispise or,sometimes, both.
I'll be cold, no longer. Mark my words, Journal; I will be human again.

The White Stripes were fantastic; I just wanted to get that out of the way first and foremost.
Its obsene that I keep coming back to this damnable website over and over again. Everytime its the same. I'll post for a while, then get bored and stop.
But hey, its a free ride and since you're here, I may as well start the cycle over again.

I guess these days I should have more to write about anyhow, what with the drastic life-changing, move-far-fucking-away whirlwind of insanity and suchlike. Or maybe I'm just dramatic.
Either way, it should be an interesting run, LJ m'lad. Let's see where it leads.