It was witty and well written. I even did it on my piece of crap laptop. Then for some reason Opera had a fit and fastwordwarded three pages and I lost it all. This ladies and gentlemen is a perfect example of why you should blog in Word first. I would have, but the idiots who set this computer up at Computer whatever did a horrible job. I had been meaning to reformat, but I got lazy. Oh well. Add it to my list of things to do, along with registering my other computer.
Daily Offerings: September 2006 Archives
A few minutes ago I realized the one flaw in my Mike & Honey plan to beat back The Sickness was in the way I implemented it. Before the flaw becomes extremely apparent, you need to know the back story.
When I was in Oakville I used to frequent Starbucks a lot. I had the time and the money, not to mention the transportation to get there. It wasn't unusual for me to have three or more grande lattes in my system. This came back to bite me in the ass when I moved downtown. Not only did I not have a Starbucks I really liked, I had to walk to them. I also lacked sufficient time and money to satisfy what used to be an addiction. So Starbucks fell by the wayside when school started.
Suffice to say that after a while that lack of caffeine in my system made it really hard to stay awake for a whole day. I got used to it though, and completely forgot that there was never caffeine in my system. So today in combating The Sickness, the most common way I got Honey into my system was with tea; lots of tea. On top of that I also treated myself to a Vanilla Latte at Starbucks, and fought off a killer headache with some crazy American caffeinated medication Joey gave me.
Then as I was tossing and turning trying to fall asleep this all came back and slapped me in the face. Twice. I expect to be up for at least another hour before I can even think about falling asleep. So if anyone wants to entertain me, I'd love you forever.
Day one of the Mike & Honey vs. Sickness battle is coming to a close. The morning would have to go to The Sickness, the day would have to go to Team Mike and it now looks like the battle is turning in favour of The Sickness.
This is one of the more unpleasant periods of sick that I've gone through. While not as bad as the times where I'm absolutely bedridden, shivering and convulsing in a feverish delirium while Adam ignores my plight, this has the added bonus of placing me through almost bearable amounts of pain while I try and get work done. The worst part was when my body was sore to the point where it felt like my muscles were deteriorating on the spot. Second would be the random flashbacks to DAoC I've been having.
On an unrelated note, I find it really amusing when I read people's blogs and they say things like "steal my stuff and I'll cut you bad" and "everything on this page is copyrighted by me." Of course, these two statements (or similar statements) can usually be found together, on blogs that have photo layouts featuring celebrities in pictures that they obviously don't have permission to duplicate or edit. Does ignorance excuse people from being hypocritical? The answer might be yes, which would be good in the long run because I'm sure I fit in to that category most of the time anyway.
Tomorrow, or rather Today, Monday the 25th marks the beginning of the third week of classes. Guess what! I'm sick. I don't know if this beats Waterloo or not, but I'd say it's pretty close. Isn't that fucking lovely?
There's a bug going around my floor. At first I didn't even think anything of it. I went about my daily business as usual, submitting myself to the regular amount of studying, partying and suffering through other people's stupidity. Then another person got sick, followed by another after that. Saturday morning I woke up with a sore throat, but I assumed it was because my Friday night had been incredibly sketchy and for whatever reason my air condition was on full blast. This morning I woke up with an even sorer throat, but still tried to put it off to the fact that my Saturday night had been even sketchier than my Friday night, and that my air conditioning was still on.
Well it's off now. It's been on and off all day, but for the most part I'm starting to feel that my room is far too cold. Reminiscent of the time Adam and Eric were huge jerks and left me to fend for myself. I'm attempting to beat back the fever with tea, honey and baked lays. Sore muscles will hopefully stop being sore. As a last resort I beg for medication and my biweekly 'Make Sure I'm Not Dead Yet' doctor's appointment. I'm really hoping this won't happen. I spent most of the summer on medication trying to beat strep throat into submission. The time before that I had suffered through even more sickness because the medication decided that instead of helping me, it would make everything worse.
All this as I begin the '3 assignments a week for the rest of the term' period of school. I'm so fucking excited, can't you tell?
Anyone offended by the following contents can focus their blame directly on Jon from Slapdash, because I found the source of my annoyance on a link from a site he linked to, and I can blame the person who run's the intermediate site because that's not as amusing. In fact, I personally plan on blaming him for the fact that I had to stop my CS reading because I was so bothered by this. Oh ya, and people are probably going to think I'm a huge racist by the end of this. Sweet deal, eh?
Reappropriate (reappropriate.com) (yes, I'm linking because I’m not a douche bag and I have no problem standing behind my argument until obvious flaws are pointed out), had an article about the question 'What are you?' I stumbled across it from another site, but before I read it I saw that at the very top there was a post titled "Apl Song vs. London Bridge" (link). As much as someone's apparently very clever thoughts on the question 'What are you?' interests me, I'm more interested in reading about the Apl Song vs. London Bridge, because I had just seen BEP in concert and they performed both of the songs.
Well it wasn't the flattering or informative piece that I had tricked myself into expecting. Instead it was four paragraphs on how Asian Americans should stop letting themselves be stereotyped against. The source of this argument comes from a line in Fergie's new song, London Bridge, which I'd like to say was misquoted. Ignoring that "love me long time" is not the same "let me love you long time." This apparently shows that they're insensitive, and should be chastised, etc., etc. As much as I'm sure it was inspired by "me love you long time" I hardly doubt that any hip-hop group, never mind the BEP, should be chastised as racist because of a line like that. I mean, let's take away lyrical creativity from hip-hop and leave it as a bunch of people singing about their bitches and bling. That's a great thing to do for a dying style. But I digress; my beef was with the 'What are you?' post, not this one.
The 'What are you?' (link) post is about the evils of the "innocent question" 'what are you?' in reference to people of colour. Leave it up to The White Man to want to point out everyone's differences and "Other-ize" people. You know, because it's not AT ALL possible that someone who's been raised in one of the most boring cultures in the world could be curious about someone else's culture or heritage.
I'm not going to parade around the fact that I'm not white like everyone else (despite the disgusting amount of racist remarks I get from trashy white people in my comments), and no I'm not going to play the gay card to claim that everything I say here could not be offensive. But what I am going to do is point out that it is so incredibly typical of every single minority out there to automatically assume that everyone is out to get them. Trust me, I deal with it everyday, and I admittedly feel that way more and more often. That's stupid though, and I'm working to stop using it as an excuse unless it's blatantly obvious that it is in fact someone being a douche.
I'm just particularly bothered because 'What are you?' is one of my favourite questions. I don't randomly going around dropping the WAY-bomb to everyone I meet. On the other hand, I'll more often than not bring it up with people that I have had decent conversation with. Everyone has a story, and 'What are you?' is just one piece of that story. Sure, -ism's are out there, but at the same time reverse-ism's aren't going to make the world any better off. At the very least it's not going to let me finish my CS work.
Last Friday when Miguel told me that 5ive was closing, I totally didn't believe him. I mean, it's Miguel. I take what he says at face value, and then try and verify it. Now if he was to say "I'm so drunk," I would reply with "It's 10:02 a.m." but I would believe him. He was convinced, having heard it from every fag on his msn list. So I decided I would prove him wrong. I went out with some of the people from my floor to get wild because getting wild is what we do best. By getting wild I mean we predrank way too much, went to Seven West to drink more before walking over to 5ive.
Only, 5ive wasn't open. There was a big poster on the door saying that the closing party would be September 20th at 9:00p.m., and that cover was $10. That's what I get for doubting Miguel on something in the wonderful world of faggery. So we went to Fly, I got really drunk and that was that.
At that point we had made plans as a group to go get as wild as we could at the closing party. It's what I'd been looking forward to all week, as pathetic as that sounds. It's actually more like what I'd been looking forward to since Tuesday night because I got really cranky. Not the point. The point is I went, and it was awesome.
As shitty was the music was for large parts of it, I had more than enough to drink to compensate. I also had enough people around me so that I didn't have to interact with a lot of the people I didn't want to interact with. For the record, if I've just told you how much of a jerk I think you are because you have no respect for other people's feelings, inviting me back to your place because your boyfriend is somewhere else isn't a recommended course of action. Just in case you were wondering.
More importantly than that, or the fact that I was bombarded with Vibe songs, or the fact that the security guard is so incredibly frustrated with me, is what happened right at the beginning of the night. Knowing that the line would be huge, I made sure we got there early. I have no problem predrinking, and then drinking more at the club while people filter in. It has the added bonus of being able to watch people as they arrive.
It's exactly why I saw Steve when he came with a friend of his. As I was collecting myself to go say hi, the (cute) boy he was with came over to say hi to Adam. My thoughts at the time: "Figures". So I went to harass Steve because it seemed like the cool thing to do. I also made him do sing one of the songs from Vibe because it had been stuck in my head since classes started. Conversation ended abruptly when his very angry looking exboyfriend arrived, so I went to talk to boy who knew Adam. Now, being intoxicated I'm sure I made an absolutely lovely first impression.
Conversation when something like this: "So how do you know Adam?" – "We worked together at Dairy Queen." Insert standard Oakville conversation about things like high school, and a really rude comment made about IR. That's when this little gem popped up in the conversation. (Warning: I'm using quotes, but I was hammered. So I could totally be misquoting, it just seems to make more sense as he was speaking) "I actually didn't even recognize Adam when I came in, I recognized you first." Confused Mike says "what?" and get the best answer in the whole entire universe. "Ya, I recognized you from your website." !!! Attention The Internet: I might actually pass as e-famous now. Score.
It's the middle of the night and I'm cracked out on non-drowsy allergy medication. At this point anyone who knows what I'm doing in life is asking two questions. 1. Why are you bothering to take that shit when your sleep schedule is iffy as is, and 2. I forget what 2 is because it's 4:30 am and I'm cracked out on allergy medication.
Since the last major thing that I bothered to mention was the fact that I was in Michigan at a wedding and visiting Elissa, since the pictures from that wedding are still on my camera, and since Elissa has since returned the beautiful Toronto, I know that I have a story for the world. I'm slightly dealthy allergic to cats. If I'm around them enough without the right amounts of Benadryl, I tend to stop breathing and wake up really cranky. Now I want you to remember this internet, because it's very important in relation to the next fact. Four weeks ago, my family got a kitten.
By got a kitten, my sister got a stray and then two days later when I showed up at home it was roaming around my house. Sweet. Suffice to say I've spent the last little bit extremely anxious to move out. Don't get me wrong, I think the kitten is adorable. It's just interfered with the last few weeks of my life, up to and including now, the point in time where I'm trying to be coherent enough to pack.
This explains why I have piles of dirty and clean clothes, instead of boxes and suitcases of clothes ready to go. It also explains why my computers are still up and functioning, instead of placed ready for transport. It explains why the closest that I've come to REAL packing is the shopping bags from h2o+ and clip in my car, and the one from Shoppers hanging in my bathroom.
I attempted to pack up my video games only to find that SNES has gone absent without leave, and that I hooked up GC again to played "slightly-intoxicated Mario Party 6". That ladies and gentlemen, is as far as I've gotten. When I regain coherency later in this day I'll probably make a mad dash to locate the chargers for things like my phone, my camera, and my laptop. I'll probably find a suitcase to stick clothes in, and try to cram videos and games away in a box too small for its contents. And if not, expect some phone calls telling you I'm commandeering your day so that you can help me pack. Actually, just expect the calls.
