I've been awake since 2!

This is the first time I've been on the interwebs since last weekend...

well...maybe not anymore...ah well.

hey yay! someone else is awake!

Al, I'm lonely as a MOTHERFUCKER. I'm feelin that shit. I don't know what anybody else is talkin' bout but GAWD-DANG; it is getting HELLA SOLITUDINOUS in here.

On the other hand though... life is fuckin AWESOME. I got a record label with bands on the charts and Canadian tours in the spring. I got a kickass job where I wake up whenever I want and make video-games. And my first game is almost complete (it's lookin sweet, too). Hell, I'm "senior artist" and after 6 years of experience in that field the AVERAGE salary (according to the april 2006 edition of Game Developer magazine) is 100K USD (plus full benefits of course). However, I make shit-all right now. But that's okay. I've got 6 years of cutting my teeth in the industry before I have to worry about making that kind of money. And besides which, I think my company is going to have some MAJOR successes in the next few years. I am MORE than happy to ride-out working at minimal pay to reap the rewards of company loyalty in a few years' time.

I live in a kickass house. I got a motorcycle. I play in my favourite band. My company wants to send me to GDC (the Game Developer's Conference; which is the new E3 now that E3 est mort), and I just got fuckin PAID today. (which means I now have more than $6 to my name... not to mention a maxed VISA). Okay, so maybe financially I could be doing a LITTLE better, but that's pretty irrelevant to how happy I am right now.

Life is awesome.

BUT (and this is a SSBBW-BIG butt): I am a lonely-ass motherfucker who barely has time to sleep and eat nevermind date some bitch and make-out and shit.

The good life has a double-edged blade I guess.


AL, I'm getting the distinct impression that you're in the same boat as me right now. You're working the job you always dreamed of working... but yet intimate companionship somehow seems worlds away. I don't get it. You and me are prime-rib real-estate and nobody wants to build a steakhouse.

thanks alison! (i'm actually taking a nap from noon until 4 tomorrow...that should get me throught...right?)

i hear you! except i'm going to bed tonight... tomorrow i shall suffer!

stupid papers...

best of luck Mary!

you know what the worst part of school is? knowing that you've procrastinated and therefore will not sleep for 48 hours or so...bah.

I understand alison, it was just friendly intellectual banter. Nothing like that to get some conversation going. Well as a fellow fulfiled single person, I know how it feels to get stereotyped as such. Especially when it feels like your mom wants to marry you off to the next acceptable girl that walks on by.

Percy, I rarely have any idea what I'm talking about.

For example, in my notes, where I had written down "tears" and a number of notes thereon, it took me a second to realize that referred to the division and separation of a muscle (say, of a rotator cuff, which I am studying) and not a saline droplet excreted from a lacrymal gland.

I think I may need to stop studying soon...

EDIT: by the way, feeling centered, alison? bwahahahahahahahaha....