Well, so I didn't see Star Wars last night, but I think I'll see it today at three o'clock on 42nd street. Not at a naughty club, either, but a genuine movie theater. Sure, there aren't that many naughty clubs left after the reign of the last mayor (not that I'm complaining - it's always awkward to walk by a naughty club - one wonders if people think you are considering going in or what not... not that it really matters if people think you're going in.... except that as an observant jew, it does matter to some extent...) er, right. Tired. You can probably tell from reading this stuff and nonsense.
I really like this song "Most Events Aren't Planned" which is Vida Blue. You can actually download a few live versions (and a couple of remixed studio versions) of it and other songs they play at vidablue.net. Eh.
I feel like I never use my brain at all. I do the most simple-minded things there, most of which involve searching for physical files with specific names on them (I think a lot about how a file-tracking system could be computerized - ie have each file folder have a small chip on it which would emit a signal continuously stating only the name, social security number etc. in the file - a handheld reader would receive the signal. to search for a file, one would just put in the name of the student and it would tell you how far it was, or if you were near it, etc. I think some stores use this technology for inventory purposes - each item has a chip that continuously beams the signal "I am here." or something like that.
I feel so fat. But then Julia tells me I have to put on some weight. Does this mean that I've got some weight disorder? She hasn't seen me without my shirt, nor will she until after the wedding, but when I'm not wearing a t-shirt I feel disgusting. Ugly. But then I put on some Django Reinhardt and have a cup of tea with soy milk and a little sugar and all feels right.
I have to do some writing today. I might not go to see Star Wars today after all - maybe that will be tomorrow night. I feel time pressure. If not tomorrow night, there is always Sunday. Lots of fun day.
My room remains a craphole, my laundry needs to be done in a bad way, and I have to buy groceries. Some things can be done in multitask mode. I can't wait - soon enough I will be living in an actual home and be able to do laundry in machines that don't need quarters.
Will I want to stay in Australia? I don't know yet. I have to be there more than zero amount of time in order to figure such things out. Maybe being far from the parents will push me to grow up a little. I'm such a kid in so many ways. Not just the huge "the good news is you've found your inner child" thick advertisement I got when I worked at the disney store. any disney stores in melbourne? I hope so. Wow that was rambling and silly.