December 7-8, 2000 — Tired of sex

My observations for the past few days:

1. There are a lot more people reading antigreg these days than I thought.
2. Of these people (the ones who don't know me in real life and found the site by chance), those dropping in and saying hi in response to journals are predominantly girls; those leaving death threats or making fun of other Gregs on the message board are mostly boys.
3. I just made the sort of gross generalization that always offends me when someone else is the one writing it.

So anyways. Two days of catching up to do. With a life as exciting as mine, it'll be hard to cram it all into one journal entry. Insert guffaws here.

Speaking of which, I'm starting to get the feeling that people might start coming into the site with the wrong expectations as to what the content's generally going to be like. I remember Laura asking me what it felt like to be living a soap opera (much paraphrased and from my rather foggy memory, but you get the idea), and well... it's not always going to be this way. So it becomes a matter of wondering whether or not anyone will stick around if things aren't as semi-interesting as they are now. I guess we'll have to wait to find out.

In the meantime, life's still been happening.

I studied all of Thursday for my calculus exam. It went disappointingly, but I'm sure I did a hell of a lot better than I did on the first term test. What made it all worthwhile for me was having "Tired of sex" by Weezer stuck in my head for most of the day. And so, out of nowhere, I start laughing during the test (somewhat quietly, I don't think anyone noticed) as I sang it to myself and changed the words from, "I'm tired, so tired, of having sex," to "I'm tired, so tired, of calculus." This would be funnier for you as a reader if you'd heard the song before. But whether you have or not, I'm still pretty fucking lame.

And, showing complete disdain for all sense of order or pacing, I'll skip back to before my exam and to the truly important event of the day: someone in residence found antigreg. Actually, I don't know why I'm acting like this is such a big deal; I guess I just worry that people might make something of it, and it's easier to keep an honest journal when I don't have to acknowledge it's existence to too many people that I see everyday. So anyways, Sarah, the residence adviser (or "don," I guess; I don't understand the roots or significance of that word) tracked the site down because, little did I know, there was a sign on the front door advertising the fact that I'd finished http://www.branvan3000.com after months of neglecting school work; from there, she went to the forum at Grand Royal. And from there she clicked on my profile. And actually read it. And saw the Web cam picture with the "anti-greg.com" tag at the bottom. What're the odds, eh?

Really, this is mostly one of my stupid little keeping-people-in-the-dark schemes, like neglecting to tell my parents about the site. And all of these schemes will no doubt come back to haunt me. I think I'll try to tell my parents at Christmas. Although I've an aching suspicion that they might already know. In any case.

So Sarah found out and visited my room to take a look at the Web cam. On the plus side, I'd planned on telling her last week to see what she thought would happen if other people found out, but she wasn't in her room when I went. Now I just get to be curious as to whether or not other people have visited and just not told me. Ah well, worse has happened. I took my Web cam picture out of my Grand Royal profile, for now.

So that was Thursday. I was asleep by 10:00PM while Johnston hacked away at his English essay. This made up for my night of physics hell on Monday, so I didn't feel bad for sleeping as he toiled in the fire-and-brimstone-ridden pits of MLA. Besides, I was nice enough to edit when I stumbled out of bed at 10:30AM.

Then there was a tour of the greenhouse for biology; it was the absolute last day to do it before the exam, so it was fun to see the other people who procrastinate as much as I do. Although I worry that some of them might've been on their second trip through, which just isn't cool. How I loathe people who try. If only I had the energy to join them...

Jeff and Amy dropped by while Johnston was just about ready to pass out and gave us a Christmas gift: potatoe guns. I intend to take out someone's eye with mine. Volounteers are encouraged to enquire within.

Speaking of Jeff, he was kind enough to inform us that we're so loved in our residence that people are leaving mattresses in front of our door when we're not around. I always thought they'd left it beside our door for no apparent reason, but he told me that he'd found it covering the door and moved it to knock, but we hadn't been home. It's only a matter of time before garbage cans of water are leaning against our door, ready to destroy our belongings when we try to leave in the morning.

And yes, people do do that here.

Anyways. With Johnston asleep and Jeff and Amy gone to Trinity College, it was time to catch up on lost time and watch movies until my mind turned off. On the agenda were Pi with director's commentary, Gladiator (yes, again), and Pitch Black. I recommend all three. Although I'd seen Pi too recently to sit through the entire director's commentary, I did enjoy sitting through the cut footage and behind-the-scenes pseudo-documentary. Gladiator was just as good this time as it was the other three times that I've seen it in as many months. And I didn't notice the difference between the Pitch Black director's cut and the version I saw in the theatres, although I admit that it has been a few months.

So yes. Thumbs up to all three of those movies. And I hate it that my journal is turning into a movie review. Or three movie reviews, rather. That I'd seen all of the movies before just helps push the point of how horribly I'm wasting my life.

But all this does a nice job of leading up to my new goal: if I'm being retarded and reviewing movies in my journals, I may as well shoot for the stars and hope that if I give every movie I watch a really good review, I'll get recognized on one of the posters for a really bad movie that can't get a good review from anywhere else. If "Thumbs up -- Greg Sullivan, antigreg.com" were to appear on the poster for Mighty Ducks 5, my life would truly be complete.

Alright. So now that we're caught up and I'm sleeping enough again, my journals will be a lot funnier and a lot less inebriated-sounded. Promise. Speaking of inebriated-sounding, head over to x-entertainment.com and read the Street Fighter 2 article. Matt sounds like he was on something when he wrote that. And like he was on a mission to offend minority groups. I hope he's got some better SF2 material on hold; I expect better from a fellow Chun-Li fan.

So where was I? Oh right, writing less shitty journals. So yeah, I promise. Starting tomorrow.