sleepless fury

march the 17th

the 25 mph Wheelchair

Nothing spectacular happened today.

I did a lot of thinking. I didn't really pay any attention to my professors in class but I don't think I missed much - they usually don't have much to say. My mind was racing around thinking about stupid things like how many apples could I eat before I got sick. Not very intellectual things at all, but I didn't really feel thinking about deep stuff I guess. I walked around campus with a blank look on my face, and I wonder if that's the reason why none of my friends greeted me today. To tell you the truth, I don't even remember seeing any of them - maybe my mind was too involved in all that mental garbage I was thinking about.

Between classes I ended up in the computer lab. My father had been bothering me about sending him a report about the accident. Apparently he thinks that there was something else going on and doesn't believed everything I said, so he wants everything written down. One thing I've always hated about my father is that he has always had a hard time believing what I tell him, and that's a big reason as to why I really don't like talking to him. He always complains that I don't come to him about personal things and discuss my problmes with him. Well, would you go to a person who doesn't believe what you are saying and brushes you off when you are talking to them, or when they actually listen to what you are saying, they say things like "that was pretty stupid", and "how can you be that dumb?" and never support you but rather make you feel bad? Not many people would, and neither would I, so I never learned to talk to my father.

In any case, I spent my lunch time writing this fucking report that will never hold any real purpose because we were going to report a whole different thing to our insurance agency anyway. I sent the report to him through email. All to satisfy my dad's anal tendencies. Damnit, sometimes I just can't stand him. I may eventually just up and leave so that I don't have to deal with him anymore.

The report didn't take long to write so I spent a good deal after writing it just surfing the web which I haven't done for a long time. I just love ethernet connections. They are so fast and reliable and they don't make surfing the net a marathon. I found a couple of sites that were interesting but altogether nothing spectacular was found. I got really bored so I ended up making a names list for the journal, which can be accessed through the main sleepless fury page. It looks alright, but I'm not really happy with it for some reason. Oh well. I don't think I'll end up changing it anyway because it seems to be fine. No programming mistakes, but I do notice a grammatical error every once in awhile. I fix it as I see it I guess.

I got home and got a call from my dad. He told me that he received the report through his email. He then informed me that I should go to the auto body shop that was given to us by our insurance company and have an appointment made. I hoped into my car and drove there. I had a little difficulty finding the place, as it was located on some tiny off road just off of a main one, so it was irritating having to look for the street while all these cars were passing me. I found it in good time though and had the estimate done in no time. I'm bringing the car in next Monday morning and then I'll be stuck with a rent-a-car for a good week. I'm gonna miss my car.

I got home and cooked. Actually I barbecued, which kinda struck my sister and dad odd, as I never prepare dinner. Oh well, I felt like cooking something today. I ended up barbecuing some chicken wings, and if I say so myself, I did a pretty good job. Dinner was enjoyable and tasty.

I got several emails today from various friends at their respective colleges and I responded to a few them. Talked to Chel for a little while, but our conversation ended on a weird note - I think her ISP must have cut her off or something.

I ended up falling asleep a lot earlier that I usually do. I think I drifted off at around 10:00 pm or something, I'm not too sure. In any case, it's a lot sooner that I usually go to bed, which is around 3 in the morning. I think my body sensed that, because I woke up at 1 in the morning, and then I suddenly freaked out that I hadn't written my entry yet. I still couldn't get to writing it right away because I had to delete some guestbook entries, and my guestbook server was giving me problems. But now here I am writing, listening to Drums of Passion: The Invocation by Babatunde Olatunji. If you are into some real raw talent composed of tribal chants and an overwhelming drum display, this would be a great thing for you to pick up. It's so raw with its display of emotion - you can feel the energy rushing through you as each beat is pounded and as note is sung. Really a great piece of work.

Life can be so trivial sometimes.

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