December 26-27, 2000 — Goals

I decided today that I plan to be mentioned in "Hit and Run" on suck.com within two months. I have a complete plan of attack and I think I can pull it off with two days work and a budget of $21. Canadian funds. I also plan to reach one million page views per month on antigreg by May, the one-year anniversary for the site. I have very complex and multifaceted plans to make each of these goals a reality, so before you start giggling, remember my one-year plan to meet the members of Bran Van 3000 back in 1997. See how well that turned out? When there's a will...

Actually, that's not true; a way seldom actually arrives along with a will. I was obsessed with this one girl in high school up to grade 12 and was doing everything in my power to get her to like me. I managed once to arrange to go to a movie with her and a couple of other people, but that was as far as it went. I had long hair then, and so there was little chance of willpower alone getting me girls. But look at the charming individual that waiting 19 years before having a significant other has transformed me into. A collective sigh of relief is in order; imagine how cheerful I might otherwise have been.

But I digress.

I'm replying to all my email, meaning that this is the most typing I've done in almost two weeks. My hands are cursing at their misfortune, after being teased with a few days off by the thought that they might have time to heal. I'll teach them to dream of pain-free living. Although they're hurting a lot less than usual right now, my hands and wrists both, so I can't complain.

But yes. Boxing Day. I didn't actually go as consumerism-crazy as I'd talked about in my last journal. I bought a plain tshirt for $6 (well, it's not really plain -- it's a v-neck with blue sleeves) and a neat-looking jacket for $50. It's grey and made of polyvinyl chloride. (How I love those tags listing the materials in clothes.) More importantly, it's very minimal as far as design goes; my dad said initially that it looked like something an East German teenager would've worn in the 1970s, and he now says that it looks like something out of Star Trek. Draw your own conclusions. That I dress like a moron is the conclusion that I like to arrive it.

Anyways. I couldn't find a piercing place that was open, so I had to take out my septum ring while I was interacting with relatives. Every once in awhile I'd go down to the basement and shove something through the piercing so that it wouldn't close. It would be a little painful if I waited too long since it would partially close and I don't have anything tapered to 14 gauge. (Forcing a blunt piece of metal through a hole that's too small for it isn't always completely comfortable.) Aren't piercings fun?

All my relatives had been told long ago by one of my parents about my trip to Nova Scotia, so everyone was asking about it and what it was like to meet someone off the Internet. It was rather embarassing, really, as I'm not all that good at discussing things like that with anyone, much less family.

And today we drove home and I tried to return to my normal schedule of replying to email and writing journals and deciding which Internet exploits to pull next.

I called Gillian as soon as I got home; that I missed talking to her after one day away makes me optimistic that I'm not falling into my trap of forgetting people if I don't see them often. But at the same time, I also worry about how much I'll miss her when it's too expensive to talk to her much at all. If only Bell Canada provided 800 free minutes to Luxembourg each month, too.

I think that's about it. Oh, and if Sarah, my residence advisor and the one person other than Johnston in my residence that knows of antigreg, is reading this: that business about not being able to get into ones room during Christmas holidays was a bit over-stated. A small amount of creativity and the determination found in having left all ones underwear behind was all it took me to be chillin' in Burwash when I visited on December 26. Just sayin'.

I think I'll write a journal entry tomorrow even if nothing happens so that I'll finally have a journal discussing a single day instead of 2-5 days. I'll never reach one million page views unless I get with the program as far as posting regular journals is concerned...