is a fucking awesome movie.
So anyway, about exactly 1 week ago, my shitty laptop shitted out on me again.
Which it also did about 6 months before that.
We fixed it that time, but decided to not bother this time, and instead got me a much more competent laptop. This one has the feel of quality.
Or at least more quality than that shitty piece of shit. It's certainly more solid.
The last one was a Dell. I've never heard good things about Dells... And it was at the lower end of the spectrum anyway. This one is a more mid-range Samsung.
Anyway, news, anything interesting.
Not much, really.
Okay, that's not why.
But it's close :P
So, I just learned creepy shit on Morgan Freeman through the wormhole, and I want to explain it on here, so maybe I'll understand it a bit better, if you guys wanna read, that's fine.
I just learned that the way we see reality is only one way to see it. Our three dimensional way of looking at things is only one way to describe the reality we see. But there are actually 2 ways.
This comes from a huge debate in physics started by a guy I can't remember, and Stephen Hawking.
It started about black holes.
Or that's how I feel all the time, at least.
My God, I know my circulation's never been fantastic wonders, I mean, I turn red really really easily, my blood always goes to my feet, and my hands if I let them hang down.
People always mention that, it drives me fucking insane, woah, your hands are all veiny and red!, No, really, I've never ever noticed that. It's a good thing we have perceptive you here to point out after a few seconds what I've never noticed in my 15 years of existence.
Is fucking weird.
Most of the actual fear was the anticipation on the way to the bungee jumping place, and then I was over it mostly by the time we got there, I'd mastered myself.
And then it came back a bit when I saw the bridge, and how very, very high it was, 200 feet above the river.
And a bit more when I walked out on the bridge and was able to look through the holes in the metal grating surface and see how the river looked even farther away at the top of the bridge.
And then I saw people jump off, and it was weird.
Except that I leave tomorrow for Whistler, the ski resort.
Tomorrow, I go bungee jumping. Fucking awesome.
Then we have 3 days of skiing. Hooray.
It'd probably be soooooooooooo much easier to approach CAG if I was just buzzed or something....
So night, and see you guys again I guess maybe tomorrow, it depends if I'll have wifi up there. Well see ya.
God is a fucking badass.
So anyway, it's late and I'm tired, so I'll hold off the philosophizing tonight.
So, not much happened today. EXCEPT...
First, background, this was last year, in Chemistry, I was talking to one of my "one year, one class" friends. Do you know those? Like people you really like, and have for one class, one year, but they don't actually get into your inner circle of regularly contacted friends, and so when the class ends you fall out with them?
I spent like an hour writing a journal refuting something, then got really depressed and decided it was stupid.
What a great time.
Uh, not much. At all. Happening. I wore an excellent hat today. Excellence.
And then school shit...
Uh... I have nothing to talk about. How depressing. G'night guys.
Well well well, my friends.
I've been in Idaho for the past however many days. It's kinda depressing there, really. We were visiting my aunt, and her 7 year old son, and my grandparents. They're a bit of a mess, really...
I won't go too much more into it.
But, we did, in Idaho, visit a hair place to cut my hair. About my hair, I of course swim a lot, so however much I use swimmer's shampoos and conditioners and the like, it gets dry, and gets really poofy and wavy and blonde.
See, just look at this, Ron Jeremy's (the most famous male porn star ever) personal page:
Hehe you can be him for Halloween. But look at the porns on the side Tailspin 2- Deliveries In The Rear.
Hehe, it seems like every porno site is practically satirizing themselves.
Like, most of the porn sites I visit there's always some description generically about how people are fucking and blasting hot cum and the shit.
Just watched Pink Floyd The Wall today, for the first time.
If you don't know, basically it's about this guy named Pink who's like a rock star, and it has very little dialogue, most of the movie is told through the cinematics and music, it tells of how Pink's father died in I think it was WW2, and then lived with his overprotective mother, and then he went to a terrible boarding school, and then grew up and became a rock star and other shit happened.