August 22, 2000 — A message from Down Under

We at anti-greg received our first Australian visitor on Monday (or at least that's what IP tracerouting would have us believe), and their message: "u suck." It's slogans like these that make it all worthwhile.

I started trying to add anti-greg TV to the homepage without doing a full re-design, but that doesn't look like it's going to be possible. (Well, it's possible; it's a matter of aesthetics.) As such, tomorrow I'm going to dedicate a couple of hours to a complete redesign. (Here at anti-greg, if it takes more than two hours it's not worth doing. This motto goes along well with our other core principle: just because something's not finished doesn't mean it should be placed online. Half-assed jobs and uploading things before they're done -- that's the anti-greg way.)

Now then. Greg's day.

I woke up late, with no plans of going to work until early in the afternoon, and even then, only for a few hours. Really, I was far more interested in picking up my new septum jewellery from Living Colour, but my parents didn't need to know that. When I arrived at Living Colour, I bumped into Laura and Andrew just as they were leaving (with Andrew disappointed that his septum jewellery had not arrived on time), and we ended up going to Second Cup after I paid for my triple-beaded septum ring. (Not only will this piece of jewellery scare away people I wouldn't want to talk to anyways, but it also filters out stupid people who do like piercings. Those who ask me how the third bead is floating there, and who are convinced that magnets are involved, are likely not destined to be amongst my best friends.) A brief stint of me going into tag-along mode ensued, and I eventually ended up at work. The servers I needed to use were broken (watch me hide my surprise), so I popped in my new septum jewellery in the washroom at work and headed downtown. I got a few odd looks, but nothing to be proud of. I think I need to get a larger gauge in there...

Back at home, with my parent-appeasing septum retainer in place, I received a call from an old friend desperate for a ride to Manotick. I ended up driving him in spite of the fact that we don't talk much anymore. Not so much because we hate one another or don't get along, but because we had a bit of a divergence in lifestyle choices. In that he's about as far from straight edge as one can be. And don't get me wrong, I still hang out with plenty of non-straight edge kids and get along with them just fine; take my word for it that the gap between us is pretty significant. He's hoping to move to Amsterdam, for instance. No joke. Anyways, I drove him for old-times' sake and to avoid feeling like the pathetic human being that I am.

I'm going to try to finish reading "A Prayer for Owen Meany" tonight, and then wallow in boredom. I'm so neurotic; yesterday I was reasonably happy and looking forward to finishing work and getting to Toronto, but now I mostly feel lonely and sad. I think it's spilt over from last night, when I was feeling so alone at work that I wanted to cry. Unfortunately, my bad mood has left me feeling a bit less than eloquent, so I'm not going to try to elaborate or explain any of this. Here's to looking forward to tomorrow...