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wStuff You Don't Wanna Know But Are Reading Anyway |
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I dunno how you found this, but alas, here you are. So enjoy the frightening fruits of my troubled little brain.
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wFriday, October 27, 2006 |
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feeling: amused
listening to: Bice - Moody Ark
Anyone up for the most random dippy pointless post ever? Too bad, cause I'm posting it anyway.
I have a little froggy. He's about 1 1/2 inches long and stands about an inch tall. I put the froggy in front of Strife's tank. Strife LOVES the froggy. So I decided to do an experiment, and put the froggy in front of Magnus' tank. Magnus... ran away from the froggy.
I also have a little piggy. It's about 1/3 the size of the froggy. The froggy can wear the piggy as a hat. I put the piggy in front of Strife's tank, thinking maybe he'd love it like he loved the froggy. Strife did not like the piggy. So I put the piggy in front of Magnus' tank. Magnus LOVES the piggy.
How adorable is this?
Ok, 3rd grade paragraph structures aside... I'm not sure why I decided to test these two tiny little toys with my fish, but it amuses me to no end that one prefers the frog and the other prefers the pig. Strife especially amuses me because normally he's easily startled by pretty much everything and takes off running (so to speak) from anything that comes near his tank. But he chased that little froggy all over the place and never shied away from it once. Magnus, on the other hand, is a little spazball and fears nothing... but he wouldn't go near the frog. But the pig? He WENT CRAZY chasing after that pig. I set it on the lid of his tank and he even jumped up to bite at its leg.
I am thoroughly amused. Bettas are awesome.
Anyway... my past few days have been occupied playing with my DVD burner. Haven't actually burned any DVDs yet, though. My first project involves putting Kimi wa Petto on viewable video DVDs and, because I'm a dork, I decided to make fully customized menus for each disc in the series (and any other ones I burn in the future). Backgrounds, music, animated buttons, the works. I'm finally done designing disc 1 after working on it since Monday night, and can easily reuse the templates I made for it when I design the next 4 discs, but I'm putting off burning anything simply because I have a feeling this laggy computer will crash during the process if I do and I'll have wasted a DVD. And I really don't want to waste these DVDs, because dad accidentally bought an expensive LightScribe enabled kind that cost almost $30 for a spindle of 30 (while 50 regular discs would've cost $10), and thus I hate to let any of them go to waste. But eventually they WILL be used. And if this computer eats any of them, I will surely whack it to death with a heavy blunt object of some kind.
So there we have it. I'm getting kind of tired, so I'll go away now.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/27/2006 12:54:00 AM
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wSunday, October 22, 2006 |
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feeling: grr
listening to: Gilgamesh - Rei -Zero- (yes, le gasp, I said Gilgamesh and not Girugamesh. How DARE I spell the name right when even the band couldn't. I'm such a rebel.)
I have noticed that I experience a lot more bitterness on Sundays than any other time. Not sure if it's because I'm always sleep deprived on Sundays or what, but especially for the past few weeks, I've spent my Sundays recalling certain bumpy spots in my past and how they helped shape the worthless lifeform I am today. Two particular people seem to be common targets when these moods strike. Two people who taught me a long time ago that, in general, trusting others is foolhardy and trying to mend a friendship wounded by petty squabbles is a waste of time. I don't really know anymore why I ever bothered with them. Desperation, I guess.
I'm not blaming these people for my own problems, by the way. But they certainly never considered it worth their time to make me see things any better. They did contribute to the loathsome thing I am today, but letting them win was my own doing. As was closing the door on any helpful influences that came after. Sometimes I think it's unfair that they're both happy and successful now in their own lives after they spent years warping and destroying mine, but whatever. If I could've bothered to care a couple years ago when it really counted, I'd be successful now too. Maybe even sort of happy. So there's only me to blame.
Welcome to my Sundays.
This isn't depression or anything. These days just make me want to go on the warpath and take no prisoners. It's a good thing I never really see the two aforementioned ex-friends anymore, especially on Sundays, because they might be quite bruised and baffled right now if they'd crossed my path in this state. Ok, probably not. I'm too flabby and weak to physically harm anyone. But they'd have gotten some nice soul-burning glares and an earful or two or ten.
I want to watch some Kimi wa Petto to possibly soften this mood, but VLC player is being an idiot for no apparent reason. And I'm not even going to attempt opening RealPlayer after all the lagging and crashing this computer has done all weekend. Oh well... I might finally be getting some blank DVDs tomorrow so I can start clearing some disk space. Not sure if that will help or not, but at least it'll let me increase my media collection again. Which temporarily increases morale, if nothing else.
I could use some chocolate as well.
Anyway, I'm going to shut up and return to the shadows now.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/22/2006 09:38:00 PM
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