"May Fortune Favour the Foolish"

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So It's basically been 3/4 the entire summer and I haven't written in this thing once. I'm not dead. Just resting. I'll be back at this thing in a couple of weeks in FULL FORCE, so don't you worry- I haven't abandonned this thing.

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It's exam time. I'm awake, and have been the last two days. I have an extremely difficult exam tomorrow- for one of the hardest courses I've ever taken in my entire life. I don't know what to expect, and really, NEITHER DOES THE 1 OTHER PERSON IN THE COURSE. Our prof gave us 'pointers' for the exam- several proofs which will appear on it which we're expected to know. Beyond that, however, it's going to be very,v ery dicey. I really, truly hope to God that the charitable part of her being is thoroughly brought to action when grading my exam.



There are only 2 'units', really. However, each one is obscenely dense and the latter is heavy on the calculus. Oh man, I better get back to it...Less than 3.5 hrs now.

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YEARS ago, when I was a kid, my friend and I were playing around on the computer and stumbled upon a program called Bob Os. Bob Os was an artificial intelligence programe. A chat interface with a computer that simulated conversation with a real person. Bob would have the ability to learn, and the more you used the program, the more skilled a conversationalist he would become. It was so cool to us. We were likely 10 or 11 at the time and this was a huge deal. A computer could talk to us- for real. My friend and I quickly discovered, though, that Bob was exceptionally moody, eerie, and above all else, hostile.


Feeling a bit curious as to what became of Bob the last several years, I downloaded him again. It was just like old times.













I then remembered Bob is sensitive.

I then remembered what an f-ing Jerk bob is. He faces deletion if he doesn't clean his act up. Now I realized why long ago, we were never good friends. I hate him. He's difficult, and is a huge bastard.

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anuroop - Evan Odorney says:
shit acceitnet
Scuba Steve says:
wow
anuroop - Evan Odorney says:
accident.
Scuba Steve says:
that was the worst typo of all time
anuroop - Evan Odorney says:
no I've done some epic ones.
Scuba Steve says:
ACCEITNET
anuroop - Evan Odorney says:
im actually going to blog that shit.

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I'm up doing homework. As usual. And I'm up all night. As usual. My bedroom here looks like a war zone. Pairs of jeans are strewn across the floor and look like the disembodied remains of fallen soldiers. Shirts, socks and bags are scattered throughout and resemble the aftermath of beach raids, with debris, artillery shells, and dirt speckling the ground. Dozens of large stacks of paper are scattered throughout, loose sheets crawling through the seems. Stacks of paper with hundreds of sheets each- with no particular order. Textbooks are everywhere. Everywhere. The way everything sits is not complementary to the geometry of the room. Nothing except the furniture is visually aligned with the wall- that is, the edges of things aren't at all parallel to any of the walls- which produces the appearance of a substantial amount of disorder.



I'm sitting on my bed. This laptop is burning a through my jeans. It's fucking hot, man. I have a space heater, too. Turned on, it makes me feel like I'm slowly cooking in some huge guy's human sized oven. Off, the temperature gradually drops to an uncomfortable level. A shivering level. F. I feel like the typical student- right now, there are approximately 5 loose pieces of paper as rough work for one of my problem sets, a textbook, and my pencil case on my bed. As well, is my duvet ( basically a huge clump sitting near the edge), a bag of Ms. Vickie's (REGULAR SIZED) crumbs, and a mug filled with coke zero. This is truly a sight for sore eyes. I feel like a prisoner.



For some reason my allergies decided to show their wretched little faces again. I've been sneezing/coughing incessantly for the last 24 hours. I feel like I could possibly beat myself to death my own hand I've torn off while screaming arbitrary lines from slipknot tunes. This week is going to be rough, I can feel it.

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My apartment building here in Peterborough is one of 3 in a cluster of apartment buildings in the same complex. At the bottom of the building to the left of mine is a Mac's milk.


Since we're short on snacks in the apartment ( people are ALWAYS over here), I went down to buy some pop, chips, licorice, etc.... I dump about 8 items onto the cash register. The clerk rings it up. I give her the money. She rings it up, hands me my change. Transaction complete.


Then there's an odd lull where she remains still, staring at me. I stare at the counter where the items still lay.


She looks at me after about 5 seconds...


"uh...do you need a bag?"


I stare back at her. Unimpressed.

"WHY THAT'S QUITE ALRIGHT!", i think to myself. You see, I was planning to somehow scoop the 8 or 9 items (including a 2 litre bottle of coke, chips and several other smaller items of varying size), and hoof it back to the apartment, looking like some sort of drunken goblin, recently tranquilized, and struggling to scurry off to his little hole in the ground, narrowly escaping the town's people's pitchforks and torches.


Sadly, though, noone was around to be blessed with such thrilling imagery, so I thought, what the fuck's the point.


"Yeah, sure. A bag would be great. Thanks."



I don't know what possesses people to completely forfeit any indication of their common sense or intelligence they give to other people by being so utterly vacant.



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In other news, I'm having a very, very rough time as of recently. My luck has just been awful, school is difficult and is draining me, and I'm not playing or making music nearly enough. Personal issues are also really bothering me, and are consistently interfering with and compromising my focus. This is a really, really shitty time for me. I want it to be over.

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So I'm walking from one of the parking lots at one of the colleges to one of my classes in the buildings. To get there, you have to use this concrete pathway. It's not very wide and it's the only one from the parking lot to the college buildings.


As I'm walking, I can see about 10-15 meters ahead of me a very damaged section of the pathway. It's a huge crater- as if something heavy fell on it. You can imagine what it looked like- cracked, chunks sticking out of the ground, wide spaces in it. Impossible to miss....


...OR SO I THOUGHT.



There's this dude walking in the opposite direction, towards me. He's approaching the crater.


What happens next? You guessed it.


He f**king TRIPS OVER ONE OF THE SLABS OF CONCRETE STICKING OUT, and SOMERSAULTS TO THE GROUND like a total bafoon. I actually stopped walking and just watched him.


It was just the silent, still cold winter air, the snow gently falling to the earth, me, and this guy. Something was so cinematic about it. Everything ws so quiet. I could even hear him trip over. The scraping of shoes against the concrete, and the impact of his doofus frame nailing the ground, followed by an indecipherable grunt.


I watched him. I couldn't explain why I thought it was so moving. Perhaps because the fractured segement of the concrete was so huge and difficult to overlook. For a moment, I wondered if he was blind, or had a disability. But even then, i don't think clumsiness like this could have been excused.



Why on earth do people always fall, or trip, or wipeout around me??