Nothing, really...

I joined Friendster. crschmid at uiuc dot edu, Christopher Schmidt.

The font that logjam uses in Exceed is actually very nice looking. I think it might have something to do with anti-aliasing or lack thereof - I'm not sure, but it looks different than on my computer.

I'd like to mention, once again, that I love linux. Just because of how geeky it allows me to be - like running a livejournal client from another computer because there isn't one installed.

I'm really sleepy.

I meant to actually write a bunch of stuff here, but I got really distracted by other things. Mostly Jess.

Eh. Work is over.

naim // cell // night // ndrumm

So, I accidentally killed X today, and my roomate looked over and realized that my screen name was still on, and said "Hey. You're still online." Upon being informed that my aim client runs in screen, and therefore simply detached itself when the controlling terminal died, he decided that he now has a desire to run naim.

Allie, this is all your fault, and I hope you realize it.

I like having my cell phone back. I missed being able to walk around with a phone and talk, which is what I did tonight.

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The cold was just enough that it nipped at my cheeks as I walked along, head buried into my black hoodie, merging into the night. The stars were out, and as I looked up, I noticed Cassiopia directly above me.

I strolled through patches of light and dark, quietly making my way northward, wandering almost aimlessly, but at the same time with a purpose. However, the stealth of my movement was ruined by my conversation... I felt as if I was filling the void in the darkness, but at the same time, taking a certain serenity from the air around me with it, replacing it with the brash tones of conversation.

I feel the wind and hear it as it rustle the leaves, and I pull the hood closer around me, protecting myself.

I feel the night around me. I feel it's presence, as much as I would feel the presence of another person. Upset at being intruded by someone so insignificant as me, but at the same time understanding, as it always is - the night, in a place like this, is never left undisrupted for long.

I experienced serenity. The night brought it to me.

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ndrumm is my roomate. I just paid for his account, so he's even got S2 comment pages now. Jess's best description pretty much fits: "Like a stoner, only he doesn't smoke." Additionaly, she adds that "Trying to have a linear conversation with him is utterly pointless."

Jess always did have a penchant for words that I never could pick up on.

There's more I could write, but I think I want this to be public, and nothing else that I could write in here would allow me to keep it that way.

Classtime

I'm not quite sure exactly what I'm doing. Once again, I have stayed up all night (although this time I decided I was going to even earlier, 3:30am). I wonder if maybe I should just switch to this schedule - around 5-6 I seem to get a burst of creativity. If I finish another hour's worth of work or so on this PHP project, I'll have another $20 to go gifting of random paid accounts with.

This schedule actually makes a certain amount of sense, for the time being: since I have no afternoon classes on mwf, I can come back, crash, and then wake up around midnight, then stay up for 12 hours or so... hmm.

I'm so fucked, aren't I?

Ah well.