Bitscape's Lair

So much for privacy, dignity and sanity

Begin: Wednesday, May 5, 1999 00:29

Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 1999 01:06

Here we go. After entering into multiple discussions with friends about this strange practice of posting private thoughts on this most public of forums, I have decided it is still worthwhile for me, despite the potential embarrassments it may cause. It makes things more adventuresome anyway. Without risk, what fun would it be? So, without further hesitation, on with the lunacy.

Two more finals left tomorrow. At 1000, I will walk into my math final with no idea on how to do anything. I have missed many class sessions, I have not done my homework, I nearly flunked my last test, and I will probably fail the class even if I ace it, so there it is. I don't have the gall to to skip it completely. Besides, it might be fun to see how hopelessly clueless I am. Why not? Anyway, I won't have to wake up early to get there (which was also a contributing cause to my failure.) I feel like an idiot about the whole thing, but I've felt that way so long on the matter that I've come to accept it and get on with life. There's no point in brooding over it forever.

The public speaking final, my last one, will probably not be much trouble. The hard part in that class -- giving speeches -- is over. All we have to do for the final is watch and analyze one. Shouldn't be too hard (I hope). The only nasty thing about it is that it doesn't begin until 1530 and gets out at 1730, so I'll be the last one in my group of friends to finish everything.

After that, I have a fest to look forward to tomorrow night. Lot'sa caffeine, programming, fun, and merriment. I still haven't decided which of my multitude of projects to work on. If it's anything like the current trend has been, it'll probably be this web page. Getting CD Corner all spiffified. There's also the task of getting things set up on Core (bitscape.festing.org). But then, who knows? I may suddenly decide it's time to resume the long-dormant Warscape project and port it to gtk.

There is also a distinct possibility that I won't be productive at all; that I'll spend the entire time surfing the web, deathmatching, playing freeciv, magic, or any number of other distractions. If that does happen, I won't regret it either, although it would be nice to have some code to show for it. We'll just have to see how it goes.

Well, time to recount random events which have occured over the past 12 hours. I slept. Played some Magic with Bryan. Did some more tinkering with CD Corner. Read a little Slashdot. Ate supper with Neelix, Travis, and Jaeger. Watched the last 50 minutes of Xena, and Neelix joined. It was part 1 of the episode (I never remember titles) where she goes to China to assasinate the Green Dragon and has all those memories about her previous visit and how what's-her-face saved Xena's life and took her under her wing and taught her all those super-duper powers of the mind. That was what, the third of fourth time I've seen that one? Anyway, after Xena, Neelix mysteriously departed. Shortly after, Jaeger came over and we talked idly while Jaeger messed around on Kes and me on Dagobah. Then we played some Magic. Neelix returned, and the three of us played some more Magic, Neelix went to bed, I started typing Random Ramblings, and here we are. How nice. (If people are going to read the intimate details of my life, I might as well take the opportunity to bore them a little with mundane accounts of trivial events told in run-on sentences in the process.)

I'm starting to feel unseasonably silly now, so perhaps now would be a good time to stop typing before this descends again into a complete waste of server space, bandwidth, and mindshare demographics of the average readers of th aaaaaaaahhhh. Enough!


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