Wimpy snow happened today. Bureaucratic nonsense about paperwork happened today.

It's funny how I can waste time and just sit until my brain can't think anymore. And what am I thinking of in the meantime? Nothing.

Lost to State the other day. I think it was either expected or inevitable. In which case, absolutely nothing happens.

I'll resist the urge to say something personal, but it's at times like these that I want to hit something repeatedly.

A conversation today brought to mind the thought that yeah, I did write. What happened to that? My response had been, it's an evil shovel to dig up whatever I want to write about. Is that an excuse or a legitimate crutch?

What I would like is several days alone with a computer, possibly on a beach somewhere. Just let me loose and let me work past it and write. But is that a possibility at all? I sit here and I'm thinking that I don't want people to see me doing this, and then I don't, and it's another opportunity wasted.

Plenty of people to listen and not a chance to say it. Head games are tired of me.

I get this feeling that I need 1. a hobby or 2. something else to obsess over. I think I'm losing it. Or the closet romantic broke the door.

I was sort of hoping to hold off the girl emotional codependent type thing until at least graduation. Sigh.

Went home Friday and insomnia'd all night. Why.

Eventually I'll need to start thinking up new ways of making my site pretty besides giving it a makeover, like content.

Wondering how repressed I can get without spraining something.

Answer: because I can't make it otherwise.

Q: Why not go to some other nifty site that has these features for the low low price of free?
A: Then I'd really feel like a tortured youth with my wild blogging ways. Links, anyone?

I'm still censoring myself. This is, after all, a public forum. While it's supposed to let out my inner muse into a controlled environment to play and experiment, all it's doing is making me defensive about whatever it is I'm feeling at the moment. Damn it, this always happens.

There should be a longer entry, but my time limit on restraining full frontal sarcasm is up.

...... the only other matter that I'm contemplating is whether Aycock really got around.

Probably safer to go to sleep.

Terps threw an airball. Their show at redemption/assertion of superiority sucked.

In the meantime, filters are the bane of my existence as I head boldly into Java territory. I still remember when Netscape 3 came out...and the wait for Java to load, if it ever did. That extra sense of dread carried over now that I'm going to learn how the thing works.

In the meantime, it's Pink Floyd time. All people asserting otherwise can whine in hell.

After tenting, my life has rapidly returned to the near mundaneness that it's attained in the past years. Friday night (certainly not date night) consists of foraging for food and then doing nothing, and then possibly wandering down to help out with the movie.

This is the prospect of having no weekend beyond that of doing stuff and then wishing I had more time for sleep, then proceed to squander all available sleep time for...something else that's not so exciting.

Meanwhile, one roommate is sick and the other is happy that she has her laptop back (celebrating with insanely long run-on away messages). And somewhere out there, someone else is probably playing Joni Mitchell.

Well, the game happened.

I take back what I said about the even-odd thing. I'll just say that the Cameron Crazies are damned crazy, and damned loud. It's a wonder that those bleachers survive ONE game, let alone an entire season of crazy college kids pounding on them chanting "DEFENSE" (stamp stamp clap clap).

The bonfire is directly in front of my dorm, as is my window. There are at least four benches in the fire right now, our RAs are sitting on OUR bench to prevent it from being taken.

My CF card is completely full of pictures. I estimate that half are crap, half of the half are blurry, and the other half of the half of the half MAYBE will be worthy of some scrapbook in the distant future.

I think I'll take off my wristband now. And I'll think I'll close my windows. There's only so much of "go to hell Carolina go to hell" I can listen to before they're already in hell.

Onwards to Maryland. I even bought a shirt.

The greatest thing about a college campus is that everyone shares everything, including vicious germs with really big teeth.

With any luck, those crazy UNC kids will learn from us (cough, real cough, fake cough again) and share it with their friends (who likely won't be so cool and haven't written any entries in their Slashdot journals).

It's not so overly cruel as it is maybe bitter that Cameron tickets require tenting.

Just got back from K-ville after surviving in the freezing (well, about 30 degrees Fahrenheit. That's just below 0 Celsius for you metric snobs) temperature. Listened to Krzyzewski talk, got hot chocolate, got a CRU (campus crusade) mug to commemorate absolutely nothing, and also watched a past UNC basketball game where we plowed through a first half, pathetically couldn't seem to finish the second, then powered through overtime (maybe it's odd numbered periods that we only have luck in).

Anyways, personal check 3 has been completed. Need only do personal check 4 before we just wait for wristband goodness. Funny, but there was a tree with budweiser cans (not mine) by the sidewalk, and my first thought was that it wasn't balanced.

The maniacal laughter that I mentioned earlier has been squashed to a pulp due to the cold. In the meantime, I'm going to see how much I can babble due to the cold, the flu, and also exhaustion.

Yeah!

First time tenting in K-ville for basketball tickets. First time reg'ed for /. Well, I've read it for enough years to qualify as a truly apathetic Anonymous Coward.

Insert random maniacal laughter that dies off to pathetic silence.