Hell on Earth

I was at the University train station today. I don't remember it ever being so eerie before. There were moths down there, for God's sake, in the middle of the afternoon. I wouldn't have been surprised if rats, snakes and bats started appearing from down the tunnel.

Has anybody else noticed how going down the six-or-so sets of stairs to the platform feels like you're going to hell? A hell reserved for yuppies, metrosexuals, and people fashionable to wear their big Dolce & Gabanna sunglasses underground. Walking down those creepy horror-movie stairs made me want to scream out my sinful confessions left and right.

Newness

I have a new 80GB black iPod Classic. It is truly a thing of beauty. No matter how much my subconscious anarchist asshole inner self tells me I'm being a trendwhore teenager by getting one, I'm still admiring myself in the new, perfect mirror that is the silvery back of this wondrous music machine. Even the trendy yuppie-esque black leather case it's sitting in can't diminish its pure awesome.


What else is new? I read a good book: The Gum Thief, by Douglas Coupland. I'm back from camping. I really need a haircut. My brother's coming over sometime tonight. Mom's angry.

That one's not too new, and honestly I'm not sure what I did this time... but I had a revelation yesterday: This is like having Hugo Weaving's face as my mother. She always looks annoyed, and damn if I can tell whether she actually is or not. Usually she is. But on the off chance that she's actually not silently fuming at the world, and I assume that she is, she gets doubly pissed.

What is it with Asian mothers? They draw all these crazy lines everywhere and if you even cross one of them in your head, they know(!), and it's like Thor has found a suitable human host through whom to channel his supreme Norse wrath.

Too Much Hugo Weaving

1. Quels adjectifs te décrivent?
- Je pense qu je suis égoïste, indépendante, et un peu créative. (Comme Agent Smith.)

Clever Edna

Two Christmases ago, I received a book of Sudoku puzzles as a 'Secret Santa' gift (along with a V for Vendetta poster, but that's not important). I finished the 'Easy' and 'Mild' sections very quickly, but came to some struggles with most of the puzzles in the 'Difficult' section. I grew into the habit of doing as many numbers as I could, then giving up and moving onto the next one.

Recently I rediscovered the book of puzzles, and decided to give a go at finishing all the ones I couldn't do last year. To my surprise, I found myself able to complete all the 'half-done's easily. It felt nice to flip through the pages and see all the filled boxes. Knowing that I had become smarter, at least in this sense, I started to feel contentedly and smugly intelligent.


Then I realized I was measuring my intellect with Sudoku puzzles. The feeling went away.

What a RUSH

Neil Peart is the master of my heart. Literally. I don't think my heartbeat will get out of 4/4 time for the rest of my life.

I am the next Oprah.

Fact: cynicism is "in."

It's way cool to by a cynic. It's charming and for some reason that snideness gives people a certain air, though they remain "just like us" - cynics are just regular folks with an admirably cold realism in their mindset.

I thought it was pretty awesome to be a cynic at first. But I have now grown and learned that I am really not cynical. I don't face life with that bitter smile. I believe that people can alone be good for the sake of being good, without feeling morally obligated to pay back some debt they've convinced themselves they owe to the greater good/God/world/fate/karma/etc.

It's doubtlessly naive of me to have such faith in human beings, but I really do think that we're not all bad. Personally, I've stopped telling myself I'm worthless, puny, and undeserving in the grand scheme of things, or under the eye of God. It's because, to me, I am my own grand scheme of things, and I do believe that I am the one making my life worthwhile or not.

Practicality

Have you ever wondered what Girlicious girl you would be?
I know I have. And apparently someone else knows I have.

It's good to see that society has advanced so much with the advent of facebook applications.