Friday, February 21, 2003

 
This is not a monthly check-in, this is a rant.

I have just spent the last several hours putting in an all night study session for my two tests later this morning. I am tired, hungry, and, up until my scalding hot shower a minute ago, cold. Tired is something that goes with the territory. Hungry I can deal with fairly easily. Cold is insufferable. The cold set in about 2:30, the time when our room sinks from frigid to arctic, and from there, became progressively worse. By 6:30 it had reached levels that defy any description ouside metaphors. Imagine you're in hell, and, being the kind of person who can generally adapt to the heat, Satan has decided to impale you on a giant ice stalagmite. At first you scream as your body sinks on to it, then, your major organs begin to freeze as your system shuts down from shock. you lose all feeling except that excruciating bite as frost begins to form on your extremities. Soon, your joints are unmovable, the tears of pain in your eyes have frozen them solid, and the saliva and blood running down your throat have followed the example set by your glazed, frozen eyes. You vaguely remember hearing that eventually, the pain gives way to a comfortable numbness and eventually you die peacefully. After hours that seem like days you remember that you are, in fact, in Hell, therefore 1) you are already dead, and 2) the horrible, debilitating cold and the pain that wracks your whole body will be with you for the rest of eternity. It was the kind of cold that makes you hate to be alive, much less awake. It was the kind of cold one would only expect to run into in the most inhuman and inhospitable environments, like in the depths of Stephanie Chen's soul.

On a completely unrelated note, follow me throught this hypothetical situation that ends in a multiple choice question:
Lets say you are a moody, bitchy, person who makes no attempt to restrain their natural tendency to be unrestrainedly verbally brutal to those around you. One day, you look around and realize just how many of your friends you have alienated.
Do you:
A) Make no attempt to be more pleasant/less bitchy, moody, and cruel, and pout about how you don't have any friends
or
B) Try not to tear into people like you found them under shedding pine tree on Christmas morning

Well, fuck. I had alot more ranting to do, but it seems I'm out of time.
Adeiu
posted by David 6:04 AM