January 31-february 1, 2001 — Only when she lets me

I should've just made my journal from 7:00AM Wednesday morning be the one for January 31 as well as January 30 so that I wouldn't have to cover the day from hell in this journal, too. But alas, I'd rather write about it in this journal than go through the trouble of changing the title. After the last couple of weeks, I'd be far happier to write a few extra paragraphs when given the option of doing either that or downloading and editing script databases. And I'm less of a nerd for it. But don't worry, there's plenty of nerdiness where that came from.

So yeah. On Wednesday, on no sleep, I went to breakfast, ate too much (not sleeping makes me hungry), learned two weeks of physics in an hour and fifteen minutes, ate too much at lunch, wrote the stupidest physics quiz ever, and felt sick.

But I didn't give in yet! Jeff and Johnston were talking about going to see a movie, and I was keen on seeing "Traffic," so I dragged myself to the subway and managed to remain conscious through the entire movie.

I think that when one is on no sleep "Traffic" is the sort of movie that looks a lot better in retrospect. While it was going on I was more concerned with a) staying awake, and b) hoping it would end soon, as the sooner it ended, the sooner I wouldn't be awake anymore. Nathan claimed that I didn't like it I was annoyed with the hopeful ending, but I think it was more my physical state that ruined it for me.

I ended up going to sleep at 8:00PM and waking up at 10:00AM when Bell Canada called to ensure that I was enjoying my phone service. I didn't realize I had the ratained for my braces in until halfway through the conversation. I must've sounded fantastic. He tried to convince me that Johnston and I were popular enough for call waiting, but I told him otherwise. I tried to go back to sleep after he let me hang up, but no such luck.

My parents mailed me another care package. I was amused to find an article about online diaries in it; I'm still kind of curious as to whether or not they read mine, now that there's absolutely no doubt that they know about it. I think the article would've been funnier to find in the package if I still thought that they didn't know. Although that's not to say that the article wasn't inherently funny -- the excerpts from other people's journals made me want to gag (in a funny sort of way). The Ottawa Citizen seems to think that "good online journal" runs parallel to "pseudo-intellectual garbage." Writing about the smallness of life or the philosophical nature of time in your journal does not make people want to come back. Or at least such is my theory. Says the guy with an audience of 25.

I did have a relatively productive day after my fourteen hours of sleep, though. I got my haircut and cleaned part of the room and fixed some bugs in the message board. I also got caught up on a lot of the Bran Van 3000 site, which made for a lot of emails back and forth. Sure, that doesn't sound like much, but getting out of the house for long enough to get a haircut is a pretty huge thing for me. Mainly because I hate getting my haircut. If I thought I could use one of those electric hair trimmers without gouging out chunks of hair left and right, I'd switch to doing it myself in a second. Plus, I always feel kind of ripped off paying eleven dollars (plus tip) to get my hair cut to 0.5" all over. It's not like it's a very demanding style.

But just when the day looked like it might be lost to the evil clutches of productivity, Johnston, Jeff, and I watched "Escape from the Planet of the Apes." Classic. With only "Battle for the Planet of the Apes" and "Conquest of the Planet of the Apes" left, the end is in sight and when no one's looking I plan on shedding a single tear.

And on that note...