Due to me being a selfish prick and wanting people to comment on my 24hour ordeal, I once again present it in it's full groly. Note: I hope I have the "Blogger" comment script up now.
Behold 24 hours of my life between 9:30pm Nov 11th 2002 - 9:30pm Nov 12th 2002
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Note that the places with lines indicate areas where I started writing again...*sigh*...
9:30pm: I am once again venturing into the exercise of logging all my activities within 24hrs. I just recently came onto the computer and talked to a friend about this escapade, he is doubtful of its use. I will try my best to show that doing this isn't a spectator activity, but something you have to do yourself in order to truly appreciate it.
9:40pm: Currently whilst still writing this, my friend asked about my exam and then we started on the topic of masturbation. Well I don't know how elaborate I should go into this, but fuck, people are going to find out anyway when I tell them. I'm not really an interactive person in my fantasies, but I'd rather observe. I'm not saying I
like observing people in the actual scene, I don't actually picture myself there...but to tell the truth it's like watching porn. My own fabricated low budget porn movie. I don't go into extreme things, but to tell the truth, I'm probably a "couples" porn type person. Tasteful....if you can actually apply that term to pornography. To tell the truth, the whole reason why I decided to start this activity now is not because I had an exam floating over my head (but that should be the case) but I don't exactly want to include my activity of masturbation in this. Ah c'est la vie, I can last for 24 hours.
I am currently elated about finishing my Advertising exam. Not so much as getting it out of the way as a singular thing, but more of because it was so close in time to my other two exams which happened on Monday. It was one of those exams that you know everything (or assume to know) and the actual stress of it all is getting it done. Writing it out was a long tedious task but it felt good that I was confident on an exam.
To give you an exact idea of what is happening; I'm really just sitting here, hitting small plastic keys that correspond to letters and chatting with my friend. This really isn't the very exciting...to tell the truth I'm motivated now only to see which machine is the most powerful of the next gen consoles, Sega Dreamcast included. Right now I'm about to leave.
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I had to eat some veggies being cooked up, however the problem is I'm a bit full. I decide to settle down a bit and once again watch TV, scanning for anything useful. I was actually watching "Forever Knight" during my mass consumption of nutrients. Another small set back to my journal entry was that I had to bring some food down to my mother. It took a while as usual. Me being impatient and my grandma always trying to be the fastest chef ever. Whenever you ask her, she said it's done, but to tell the truth it's far from done. So I hanged around the house a bit. I went downstairs to freshen up and actually combed my hair. I change my sweat pants into black jeans. It's been a while that I wore these since during exam time I went even more swiny and wore basically the same damn blue pants for a week and a half…probably more. I went back upstairs and said good morning to my dad through the bathroom door on my way to get my coat. I eventually went back downstairs I think…it's blurry now that it's been a long time since I remembered it.
It's kinda interesting when you do this activity because you suddenly become very aware of what you do. When you record down things, you almost instinctually cut down on the minor things you do in order to prevent your mind from storing too much stuff in the short term before you could get to writing it down, not to mention that writing it down is a mess sometimes. Also like I said before, sometimes so actions you would not normally do, you do anyway since you thought of it and you are determined to accurately record what you did. But now that I'm in a regular environment with a family asking me to do things, I have much more things to do hence I could not really hold back on what I do.
Eventually I started the car before I went out to warm it up, more of the engine than for me. I went out, with a box of food, (long noodles, flatbread with green onions and some soup from the veggies boiled. I drove down listening to Weezer's "Say it ain't so" I sang along with it. I really love singing in the vehicle when I play CDs, sometimes I don't care who it is. It's just that even though I may not have the most lovely voice ever what really hits me is how I sometimes get the right frequency (not the right pitch mind you) and suddenly become one with the music. It's neat to actually no longer hear your own voice but you in sync with the singer almost making you sing together and part of the album. I manage to listen to two Weezer songs on the account that their short as hell. I listened to Buddy Holly, another favorite, but I actually stagger my driving so hit the best part. When Rivers does the little "Doo wap" after the bridge involving kicking down of doors. I often do that, when I drive. I would take a longer route in order to listen to music, plus it's kinda like a small salvation from the worries of everyday life.
I shut off the vehicle when I actually get to the store, and Buddy Holly is about 3/4 done. I go inside to bring in the food. My mom and I talk a bit about school and eventually feeling kinda tired about it I let her take care of a customer. While I take in the latest Superman Comic, kinda funny since Superman in this comic was cracking jokes like Spiderman; it was kinda a one shot "every hero must go through this" story where Supes gets super pissed and almost kills a villain because Supes suddenly stops playing boy scout.
When I was done I wanted to help a bit and started to put some beef jerky into the display bottle. My mom stopped me since she had to clean it out to prevent any bacteria growing in the bottle. She gave it back and I started to put the beef jerky in, a lot of it. I discuss the merits of Tuna with my mom, in regards to what I learned last night. She said Tuna nowadays have pretty high levels of mercury....that kinda bursted my bubble and made me think what my grandma was talking about this morning when I told her about Tuna. I wrapped up the rest of the beef jerky and put it in the vegetable cooler, just to keep it nice and fresh. I ask mom if she had to do anything else and if she needed me to help out and she said no, so I left.
When I got out to the car I wanted to listen to something different since I was a bit tired of Weezer at the time. I had the CD player set on shuffle and coincidentally "Sweater Song" was playing, my least liked of the Weezer Blue album. I take out my CD wallet but to remember that my Surfacing CD by Sarah McLachlan was not in it, but I looked anyways to see what other prospects are out there. Eventually I put in the Sarah McLachlan CD and skipped one track to hit "Sweet Surrender" I was more inclined to listen to either "Witness" or "Black and White" but Sweet Surrender had a neat little part I liked to listen to. I headed right to take the bypass road to get to the college. Eventually 1 minute into the song and when I was near Robert Olgilvie School, I decided to actually fast forward to the part I liked in the song. It was a quiet bridge part with some moody guitar static but what really hit it home for me was when the rhythm electric guitar suddenly strums their way back into song, prepping the listener back into the main pace of the song.
When I hit the bypass road, I finally went to skip to either "Witness" or "Black and White"; "Black and White" came up first and I sang along with it, wishing that I had McLachlan's singing voice, I didn't even care that it was a woman's I just wanted to sing my heart out. Eventually I got to the college slowed down and scanned around the parking lot to see if Patrick Perry was around. His beat up Toyota pick-up wasn't around to my dismay so I parked. I was walking to the college when I saw a pick up pull out from the visitor entrance. I kinda felt happy at the prospects of it being Pat, despite it getting ready to leave, imagining my waving to him, but to my dismay the dirty looking truck was NOT Patrick's truck. This happened again with another truck.
I went inside the closest entrance and walked down the hallway. I said Hi to Dr. Hamer and skipped the computer room. I was currently in the mode of finding Cassie whom I borrowed a pencil from last night for the exam. She wasn't around in the typical places of the atrium (which has become a clothing bazaar now) or the cafeteria. I went in the library and for once did not instantly log onto the computer's internet, tempting as it may be and started to write.
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10:00pm. Got off the computer with my friend and shut off the computer. I’ve decided not to waste all my time writing on the computer for one night, and had other things to do, such as waste my time in front of the TV. Seeing dishes that were obviously mine, I took a mug and a cracker wrapper (which I finished earlier) and brought them into the kitchen. I put them in the kitchen sink and garbage respectively. Eyeing something to cleanse my palette before I go to sleep, I ate a cookie that I made about a week ago. They were mint cookies, made from candy canes and regular cookie ingredients, but as of lately they lost their novelty. They used to be this nice little minty treat, however now they began to take on similar taste of mint chocolate: which I might add I absolutely hate.
While eating the cookie laying on the south most couch of the living room ( the one away from the window), I now have watched Thing Blue Line. It was a screener brought home from the store just for us to see; not so bad of a B movie, it was based on a true story of how these reporters essentially brought down an entire municipal government’s corruption of abusing their power to control crime. Made me kinda think, but nothing beyond the surface of who’s right and wrong.
At 10:10 pm, thin Blue Line stopped and I surfed the channels until I hit “Good Eats” on the food Network. It’s by far my favourite cooking show since it teaches you the history and the best traditional (and often untraditional) ways to create the dish. On this episode it was Tuna, which ironically is best served Raw with a nice thin coat of searing. I won’t elaborate more, but for my habits, I surfed while the commercials were on. It was healthy apparently since it’s chock full of HDSL Cholesterol, the good one and nice fats that lubricate your arteries.
I eventually decided to go to sleep but I naturally went to the study to do something…..I threw in the excuse (for myself) that I was just checking on the Computer to see if it was off. I went downstairs and turned on my room light and bathroom light. I usually don’t but I was in the mental state of recording everything I do and upon looking on it, I think I went too far, almost to the point of what I “thought” I was going to do, I decided to do since for the sake of the journal.
I flossed but did not brush my teeth. Yes I’m swine.
Took me a while to get to bed since I shut off the lights and closed my door part way completely shut. This way it doesn’t let out a sliver of light for anyone to see if I choose to spend the night reading or something else. I went to sleep but not before listening to CBC radio. I often orientate my headphones so they seem obscure but more so if my family decided to check up on me (which they don’t only once like two months but still) I will have the opportunity to hide my headphone quickly under the sheets. Wearing them typically would involve having the headphones above my head, sending an obviously contrasting yellow band across my black hair.
CBC radio wasn’t too bad since it was discussing the problem people faced during communist Russia and how teens didn’t know to keep their mouths shut when openingly opposing Stalin. Eventually I settled on sleeping on my right side, facing the wall and having one piece of the headphone in my left ear (headphones upside down, so the right side of the headphone was in my left ear.) and the other piece under my pillow. I wasn’t worried about stretching cause it never happens, but it’s also for comfort so that that headphone actually in my ear is naturally in it, without me having to hold it in. Leverage.
I had some dreams which I forgot about, but they were pretty vivid. At one point I’m sure I printed off another Bob the Angry Flower strip for someone to see.
I woke up at 6 something….then went back to sleep. Once again around 8:00 and I realize that the tape player and he headphones are blocking me. The Tape player is sinking into the hole that my body made in the bed, and the head phones are around my neck, basically hitting my face when I moved around. I lazily tossed them aside cause I couldn’t be bother and since I usually sleep pretty still. I used the covers as my shield to the tape players actually making contact with my body. My pillow was hard as a rock, hurting my ear, so after 5 minutes of readjusting I actually flipped over my pillow. BRRRRR….it was cold on the side, yet somewhat soothing. A bit softer but I could feel the concrete like foundation on the other side.
I eventually got up at 9:20 or something, and brushed my teeth while pooping. This was a mildly better substitute to not actually having anything to read. I didn’t brush my hair because I noticed that nowadays my hair isn’t as wildly all over the place when I woke up. I went to the stairs glancing into grandma’s room and hoping she would still be asleep. She isn’t. This kinda dismayed me since I now have to keep more CRAP in my head for the short term until I could get around to writing it. My new goal to eventually get to the college and write it up there. I check on her and asked her how the stocks were. She said not so bad and went only to say how their were rising which I was hardly paying attention. I went back downstairs to my room to get a shirt to put on, cause when I was up in study to ask grandma I noticed it was cold. I came back up and wanted to eat something but I settled to just veg out on the TV. I decided to not turn on the lights since it would light on anyways.
I clicked through the channels. I have very specific tastes now, not even touching network TV of the big three or more like the big two (I never really liked CBS) In no particular order since I don’t remember it was Muchmoremusic, Much Music, YTV, Teletoon, Space, Showcase, TLC the Food Network Family Channel and TBS. After seeing my usually line up I surfed a bit until I stopped on TLC’s “A Personal story” A girl with huge outsicking ears decided to get surgery. Needless to say she looked great afterwards, even though the funniest part was that she was totally slammed when she was recovering at home. In order to hide my guilty pleasure I turned to MSNBC to look at the stocks, lots of green/going up. I said it was good to my grandmas as she passed and when she went into the kitchen I switched back. When she surprised me by backtracking she asked what this episode was and I said it was surgery. She told me to watch it and report back to her. YAY! Free TV! Without guilt!
I eventually ate, flatbread with green onions in it and wrapped long noodles with some soy sauce with sugar. Good. I decided to gloss over this. My grandma eventually wanted me to bring stuff down to the store.
11:12am I’ve decided to write this stuff backwards since it’s still fresh in my mind. It’s kinda hard to get back into the groove of doing the activity since you have to be really aware of what you do, depending on how much detail that you actually want to put into this. An alternative would be to actually write all of this crap down as you do it in a notepad, but for me I personally use it as more of a reference than the God Honest truth.
I’m typing up my journal again, but this time it’s at the college library. I usually frequent this library or the computer lab after I perform some task of my family, such as bringing food down to my mother at the store. I use my task that I have to do as a way to make up an excuse to use up time for myself…almost kinda selfishly since I should be studying. It’s kinda good because I usually keep it a minimum so not to bring up suspicion. Talked to Jamie a bit, a classmate in Bio 102. Off and on. He’s a kinda quiet guy and I decided to talk to him again when I saw him looked zoned out from what I later found out was a physics book.
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12:00pm: I realize that this would take longer that I've planned to type out so I leave the college library. It was a pretty bad time since I might have overstayed my minimum time I usually put in. I took the bypass road yet again to get to the store, but I say someone peculiar, a person at the gravel road I usually take was out of her car doing something. I didn't exactly investigate since there was no dead body, the most I can assume was that she was relieving herself by the road. I'm listening to "Building a Mystery" but this time during my trip down the road I constantly rewind to contemplate how well Sarah McLachlan composed the end of the introduction of the song into the main part of the song. It is started by a short quiet part with only her voice; followed by a few strums of an acoustic and a small stop and back to strumming; along with a electric rhythm guitar following it. Right after the strumming stoppage I mentioned before, the bass drum hits two times and then it goes into full beat along with the bass guitar. It's a neat little thing that I constantly rewinded about 3-4 times, wishing I could have it engrain into my head.
I eventually arrive back to the store, got behind the counter, grab a plastic white bag from under it and pick up the potatoes and some good tomatoes by the vegetable cooler. I went back behind the counter and asked if mom needed anything and after that I just left.
I came back home, determined to write down everything that has transpired, due to my increasing LACK of enthusiasm at this point. The fact that I had less access to the time I wanted when I really wanted to write hampered me. I got home and unloaded the veggies on the table and made my grandma aware of that there were here. I put my coat upon the study chair and asked if she would be long. She said just after she checks out this last thing she'll be done.
I'm kinda apprehensive on leaving her in the room alone since her playing on here is often like her doing anything, if you don't keep an eye on her she'll just keep on doing it. I leave her alone to her doings, hacking probably, and veg out on the couch, northern most. This time I don't change the channels since it's news and it's time for my dad to have a go at what he wants. It's not so bad, although the news isn't too informative, typical bullshit that doesn't affect me and the news that does affect me comes little too late with little consequence. Or to NOT be a bitter person about everything in life.
Grandma officially gives up the goods, and I type. I talk to Heirluck about this activity of documenting 24 hours of my life. After much unneeded confusion, I send it to him, a part of it. I have another on a disk that I did on school. He said we might hook up later but offers me small interest...just popping by the store. I thought we were acquaintances, but I guess we are merely "some people we know". I have to kick his ass at some game soon, just to put him in his place....BWA HAHAHAHAHHA.
When grandma comes back to the computer, I noticed that it was before 2:00pm, she usually has to stay on there until then. Therefore, I reluctantly give up the computer, once again feeling my enthusiasm dwindle on this activity. I eventually seem to have given up all hope on this venture since I so have some things to do of importance for tomorrow, yet I still want to do jack shit. Once again I veg out on the couch, just watching away at what was there, but I also eventually went back to my room upstairs.
I rested in the bed for while, a long while. First I rested on my back with my knees hanging over the edge, conforming to the shape of the bed. Obviously my blood flow was getting cut off. I moved to a more normal position fully on the bed. Until around 3:00pm. I didn't think of much, the most was a dream where my father came in and decided to test the room for drafts in the windows. I'm feeling guilty of all the mess in my room and look outside. It's snowing on the bare ground we been having for a long time this winter. Apparently I noticed that there were clothes out there on the front lawn, in the center of the triangle of the two trees left standing and the old tree we cut away long time ago. My father's and my clothes, strewn outside in order to be dried I would think. He asked whether or not I have brought them in probably from the summer, but I quickly lied and said "Yes" and head out. I eventually wake up from there.
I got back on the computer after I heard my grandmother leave it. I'm a bit tired, but I get going again. This time I actually log on MSN messenger and see that both Rob and Mike are online. More concerned about my journal, I typed away while I waited for them to invite me into a conversation. It's just that I don't really want to open up a new window and hinder them, but I get fed up after 2 minutes of waiting and message Rob and Invite in Mike. We talked about the usual stuff but one of the few topics is how I would get a GF and what to do during the holidays. I was in a bitter mood at that point chatting to them, kinda being snide and realistic, but they didn't seem to notice, or I just ended up confusing them. My grandma called out for me to eat and I said I will be right out. I float back and forth the conversation and typing, and just stopped chatting at one point just to focus on the journal. They ended up discussing about the new design of the new WTC which I was interested at first, as a viewer, but I didn't participate in the conversation.
Remembering that I had to eat, my grandma called me earlier and decided it would be for the best. As I walked in, I saw there was battered fish to be eaten, plus when I got to the cupboard there was something steaming in the steamer. I washed my hands in the sink, I filled my bowl with rice. And sat down. It was pretty stupid of me since I knew that there was fish, yet I still gotten a bowl instead of a plate. DUH.
Eventually I just put a large dish above the bowl and flipped it over. making a perfect little dome of rice. I also brought out a small plate of steamed pork with garlic and some black bean sauce from the electric fryer which was steaming the food. I used a fork, but I seriously wanted to use chopsticks, for the pork that is. But with the fish and the rice on the plate, I was hard pressed to go with the fork.
The meat was tender and soft, perfect, but I smelled a hint of ginger. I really hate ginger. So I ate a bit of the pork, but I scarfed down the fish. It was really good. It was actually some fish that a friend out ours gave to us. I don't' know why it was so good, but I think it might have had something to do with the batter that was partially uncooked. It kinda had that "fat" texture to it, you know when you eat a big o piece of fat from a steak. I've finished, knowing my limits even though I wanted more to eat.
During the beginning of my scarffest I actually got a phone call. It was for my dad. Eventually I asked what that was about it he went on this lecture about advertising. I was busy surfing the channels to find something worthwhile in order to keep me company during my eating. I had to walk away since I know I would never hear the end of it, but it was informative. I ended staying at TLC again with "While you were out".
Personally I don't really like the show "While You Were Out" due to the fact that some of the interaction is REALLY stale and out of pace. The hosts, especially the brunette, have like "zero" personality. And I mean these personalities' humor seem to have originated in the 50's it's so stale. But I stick with it.
Another thing was how stupid the contests are. There's this real lavish expensive gift and a gag gift, which the humor behind it makes me want to gag. And the host presents it in such an un-enthusiastic way. It's like
"I want to be better but I can't cause I stuck hosting this show with God awful humor."
But the last thing that really irked me was the partners or the "victims'" reactions. It's this very subtle almost passive aggressive acceptance of something happening to their house. Even the women damnit. I might be sexist, but I seriously love seeing emotion, I don't care who. I want the guy to gush or the girl to gush but it's just so plain. Like all this heartache and work and all we get is "I'm surprised" or "Wow...I like it." There's no:
"Oh my *bleep*ing God this is great? Holy *bleep* is that what I think...NO...NO! Get OUT!...*continue on rambling*"
However it's uncontrollable. You think that after whatever trip they had, they'd be tired and more hysterical in changes. Instead I see constipation. That is why I love "Trading Places" SO much more. There's more emphasis on work and just talking....none of this bullshit of games. Plus you know what they do? They BLINDFOLD people....they should try that in "While You Were Out"
Eventually I finished eating and came back out. I vegged out, watching a bit of this and that like "Untalkative Bunny" and some of "Medabots". Medabots isn't too bad if you get past the bad short-term storyline and the pretty bad character design at sometimes the animation isn't too bad. I actually swore that I saw at one point their animation being more fluid at one point.
I got back on to see if anyone else was on, but to my dismay...no one available that I want. This isn't too bad since it gave me a chance to focus. another friend came on eventually. He questioned my "Super Mario being a communist" thing and he eventually found the link to it. This bought me some time, but in order to carry on the conversation AND to write, I eventually asked about him. I basically asked him about his interest in anime and computers in order to stall for time and finally catch up!
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How to say, this is the anti climax. The last four hours of my ordeal had me looking at the clock often on and off. Basically I vegged out again on the TV finding what scraps would satisfy me. Yay, Jackie Chan Adventures. Despite the overally "Mickey Rooney" version of "unkul" (as Jackie himself says) it's not too bad. It has some great scenes where it's extremely fluid but it's brain candy. They've changed Jade's voice which now sounds like a little boy rather than ...umm...Jade. Let's just leave it that I hate it now. Considering she's the pixie that follows Jackie ALL around the world, it's hard NOT to avoid her deafening suckitude.
I drive grandma down to the store around 6:00 read the other Superman I missed (god awful artwork and story....Mztplkztsieialkjerljalj....just curl up and DIE already) and read in the back the Vancouver Province and the most recent Wolverine. Needless to say I felt a bit gypped with the small story tween Wolvie and Lady Deathstrike; nothing gained and nothing lost....except for criminal lives. Snicker. They'll fucking write her back in....I know it. So eventually I get out and work. The events were a blur or I suppose I would much rather leave it as a blur due to my lack of enthusiasm at 4:45am in the morning.
Basically my mom went out, I worked at the store and used the internet for a long time to flame some people (results may vary) and met a few interesting customers.
Interesting customer #1: This guy comes in and asks if my mom is around. I say no. He leaves it at that until he started to talk again. I said I can handle the situation, but basically it's about some overdue bills he has. I eventually find it and let's just say it's was more than substantial in his overdue of billage for movie rentals. Of course the dude isn't capable of paying them, hell he was even afraid of asking my mom anything about the bills. Of course his two friends were amazed that we kept records back so long about 5-7 years. His male friend actually said: Maybe you could check up my bills, Which I replied "sure if you want us to". Needless to say, our customer would not be renting from us again despite him being responsible for said late charges.
Interesting customer #2: I'm not too sure why very polite people scare the fucking hell out of me. It's like the whole Mr. Rogers syndrome, the pops and gentlemen of the 1950's are today's pedophiles and serial murderer profiles. This one guy very politely came up to the counter and said:
"May I have a small pack of white Zig Zags please if you can?" (or to some extent)
Now I was almost on the brink of laughing on his polite ways, especially from a person who is buying tobacco papers. That's like a rig pig politely asking for a pipe cutter or something. I jokingly asked if he was old enough. That's the thing, underage people who ask for smokes seem very polite. Well at least to me.
I ate a small hot rod (the beef stick), a Pillsbury Pizza Pop, a bag of candy, some chips, Pepsi (591ml plastic bottle), read the new Playstation mag not in that particular order. Watched Dead Heat a B movie with Keifer Sutherland. I fastfowarded that shit obviously, and missed the ending. I think I ended up my 24 hours with a sit in the office doing some office work and filing.
upon reflection I realize that I wasn't as enthusiastic about this activity this time. Obviously the first time is the best, but it also could be the fact that I didn't really hit the inner me in the past 24 hours. Nothing that is the typical me, but then again this is a perspective of what I could be at times. Kinda like a behind the scenes look of one day of my life, without going ballistic and freaking people out.
Well nightsky you non-believers.
