Hmmmmmmmm.... What shall I write about now? Choices, choices. To go in chronological order, or reverse chronological order? I think neither. Let's just jump around from event to event, with no attention paid to sequence or progression. :)

Ok, I just got out of talk session with Jaeger, who has managed to make his way to Colorado for the weekend, and will be attending Starfest tomorrow. John De Lancie, Kate Mulgrew, and Lisa Howard (I think?) are the featured guests. And when he brought it up, it just wet my appetite for wanting to go. Both to see the celebrities, and the old friends, plus all the other fun stuff that's always sure to happen at those things.

My only problem: transportation. Grrrrrr. Must.... acquire.... vehicle..... soon. Or better yet, IMMEDIATELY! If only...

I'm still scheming a way to get down there tomorrow, but the odds do not look to be weighted in my favor. Not giving up hope yet though.

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Yesterday, as I may have eluded to briefly in last night's rambling, I got an email tip from a fellow Xenite (or actually just a closet sort-of might-be Xenite, if I dare make that assertion) that Lucy Lawless was going be a guest on Politically Incorrect.

I wanted to watch it. I really did. When I emerged from my room, I observed that bouncing was watching some random show which shall not be identified. I could have asked if he really wanted to watch whatever it was, and if he'd mind changing the channel. I could have set the VCR to record. But I really didn't feel like getting into a situation over it, or even be questioned at all about it, which would have inevitably happened. I just wasn't in the mood to put up with interrogation about Bitscape's hokey interest in actresses from chop socky crap tv shows. Sometimes it's fun to get into little pseudo debates about it. Last night was not one of those times.

So I returned to my room and pondered, and wished even more fervently for the day when I move OUTTA here and into my own place. Where I can come home from work, plop, do what I want, when I want, without having to speak to, or be bothered by ANYBODY about ANYTHING. When put in that light, a thing I read a couple weeks ago about the merits of staying single forever actually makes a lot of sense. [To tangent, or not to tangent. That is the question. To tangent it is.]

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In college, I had a strange time when it came to roommates. To be quite honest, they annoyed me. The first year, I was kind of stuck with whatever random people the deans decided to put me with. I was actually very lucky, because I ended up with some cool people. Still, they annoyed me though. Nothing in particular. I mean, I never was put with anyone who I would consider hard to get along with. Nor would I consider myself hard to get along with (and to my knowledge, none of the people I roomed with considered me hard to get along with).

Second year, I actually knew some people, and performed self-selection on who to room with. Still, the same annoyance. I mean, I could stay with people I really liked. My friends. The annoyance was not specific to any person, or action, or identifiable trait. It's just... when you have to sleep in the same room as another person, night after night, it grates. Sharing the same personal space. It doesn't matter who it is. I think even the best person in the world would be annoying when pressed together in a space like that. Yes, even you.

So anyway, I remember mentioning the not-liking-having-roommates thing to a coworker at my summer job after the first year back from ucollege.edu. And this coworker was like, "Well, that will help prepare you for when you have a wife and family." Conversation over.

Gag. And at that point, I remember silently thinking, "Now I REALLY don't want to get married. Hell no!"

And now, I've got my stupid new year's resolution thingee. Which I still see the merit of, but there is that inherent conflict. Call me a confused idiot. Yes, I am.
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brb.

back. My scheme just might come to fruition. heeheehee. Gotta wake up early tomorrow. :)

Well, today (today now technically being yesterday), I basically did a whole lot of NOTHING. Slept in nice and late. Got to surfing the web, reading some online journals, and journal-like writing. Had a miniature Queensryche binge, in which I listened to Q2K, followed by Promised Land, all while reading the writings of other souls who pour (or at at least attempt to pour) the essence of their lives into a few bytes/kilobytes/megabytes of text, which will likely only be read by a few.

Somehow, I got a sense of consolement from that. After last night's doubts, of me feeling unsure of myself, what the hell I'm doing, if I'm selling out, or being out of touch, blah blah blah. It was just cool to read about the thoughts and happenings of others who also have their situations, their hopes, their loves, their fears, wishes, dreams, doubts. Like Jodi Foster's character in Contact, but on a smaller scale. Sending out this packet of bits to the rest of the net/universe, in the hopes that someone out there will recognize it and return the signal. Is there anybody listening? Now I think I'll resume the Queensryche binge, and listen to a couple tracks from Empire. :)

Most of my afternoon was spent sleeping, but I also did some surfing and emailing. Boring to some perhaps, but today, it worked for me.

In the evening, I found my interest in the Xena tv series mysteriously rekindled (Gee, I wonder why), and proceeded to watch a couple of archived episodes from video tape before the rerun of the season five masterpiece, "Seeds of Faith", aired. Most enjoyable. :)

After that, I returned to Dagobah, happily found some more new email waiting, and Jaeger was logged in on Rage. He talked me, we had a little chat, after which I typed this, and now we're up to the present.

Well, I guess that did end up sort of chronological. :) Good thing it's over too, cause Netscape's leakiness has filled my swap completely yet again.

Who needs Saturday night schemes when you've got Queensrych music, Xena videos, and cool online friends? /me wonders. :)