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My roommate has a disease. Sleep apnea.
I could care less about this, except that it does effect me.
1. When I go to bed, I want to sleep. I’m awake now. The sound of someone struggling against all odds to breath, sounds way beyond snoring, screaming for breath (as well as various other things), choking, essentially drowning in my living room does not bode well for my own sleeping ability. I have fucking 12 hours of class and work straight tomorrow. He’s in the living room because no one could share a room with that.
2. When I wake up, I don’t want to find any dead people. This is something I would prefer not to deal with if at all possible. No dead people in my house please.
3. It’s unsafe. Since he’s not sleeping at night really, he’s napping off all day. At the computer, on the couch, on the front porch, basically, wherever he is. It seems fairly likely that at some point he will fall asleep cooking. Why should I die from his disease?
4. It’s treatable. DePaul costs at least 10-15 times more than the surgary could be. Insurance covers it either way.
5. It’s annoying. I could see this turning into a sort of Cask of Amontillado perfect murder type situation. I don’t want to have to live with that guilt.

What kind of bastard writer gives two characters a generation apart with different genders the same name, opens a book with 92 pages narrated by a retarded man, lets 30 and -20 year time gaps happen from one paragraph to the next, waits five pages to tell you what the hell is ever going on and one reading of his book isn’t good enough, no you have to read it twice at least, who would do this? William Faulkner, that’s who.

I dig honey in tea because you barely taste it until the last sip and a half and then it’s just like drinking honey. It’s a good way to end it. To put it in Forrest Gump terms I want life to be like that.

A lot of good stuff is going on, it seems like fall for Chicago is when all the good shows, movies, exhibits, parties, weather, sweaters, etc. comes to town. I’ve been grossly busy with the 5 classes and work thing going on, but I’ve found a little bit of time for hang out in there. It sucks, this schedule is giving me sorts of mood swings so in addition to being in class or at work for up to twelve hours in a day, sometimes I finish and can’t enjoy anything anyway. This website has fallen off as well, sorry. I’m calling reasonable excuse.
Learning two programming languages at once is a bitch. One is super bloated (VB) and one is super sleek (ML).
It takes money to travel. Working like this there has to be a goal at the end so here it is: I’m skipping town when I’m done with school, maybe have a few months here if I’m still working then I’m packing a bag and going across the Atlantic and staying until I run out of money. I don’t want to be done with school. I enjoy learning. There are classes I still want to take that I’m just not going to be able to (Philosophy!) It’s so taken for granted that in school you get someone who really, really (usually) knows what they’re talking about just spouting off about something (hopefully) you want to know about. When that is the case, no amount of reading is as good as learning like that. I don’t want to work yet. Like real job business. It seems wretched.
It’s way easy to spend money. I want new shoes, computers, pants, records, books, nice clothes all that. But spending goes against the plan. I’ll hold on to that. I have booze money and that’s it.
Let’s hang out.

“He knows that there are in the soul tints more bewildering, more numberless, and more nameless than the colours of an autumn forest… Yet he seriously believes that these things can every one of them, in all their tones and semitones, in all their blends and unions, be accurately represented by an arbitrary system of grunts and squeals. He believes that an ordinary civilized stockbroker can really produce out of this own inside noises which denote all the mysteries of memory and all the agonies of desire” (G. F. Watts, page 88, 1904).

Fall is great because sweaters.
Two things for everyone:
I finally saw that Queer Eye for the Straight guy show and lived up to hypeage.
I saw Andre from Outkast’s new video and it is amazing.
Hooray for lots of good shows.
Homework is a lot.

FTP is back up. Email me with a login and password for the IP.
Use Soulseek. It blows everything else out of the water for p2p.
I’m sick. It sucks. Not enough sleep.

Back online at home. Dependance is gross.

What a horrible day. Today sucked. I have 75 infected files on my computer, it won’t work properly, my graphic design teacher is new and says David Carson is his hero, I was at work or in class for the last 12 hours, we’re all 10 steps closer to death, our rights are getting taken away every second, my roommate wears cologne and let his friend pile 40 tons of garbage in our living room, I’ve got this turning feeling in my guts, my pants are all loose and shit, I’m tired and crabby and want to cry and I’m sorry for making people think I was in a bad way when I wasn’t and now I am and I’ve got no one to complain to. I guess you had to read this shit so I ought to feel a little bit better. Sorry for the livejournal-esque breakdown.
Stephanie and I didn’t really break up on vacation, although it would have been funny if we did.
You don’t know afro pop.

I’m in Providence, in a Brown dorm. Peace out.
Stephanie and I broke up.