Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2004-08-03 03:22:02 (UTC)

Victoria's Secret Sales Rep Neighbor

It's 1059pm. It's the same sort of night that's been going
on for the past week. Slightly windy, perhaps some chance
of rain. I can't see the stars.

I did remarkably well on my exam. 96%. Funny, because I
thought that I did pretty badly. The probability stuff
didn't make any sense at all, and I was coming up with
incredibly small numbers. I mean, the probability was 80%
and I was getting probability results that were almost
negligible. Well, it doesn't matter now.

So, ... I was late to class. About 10 minutes late, as
usual. Although, I don't think the professor really minds.

For some reason, I keep thinking that Mickey is here.
Mickey, being the small Jack Russel Terrier dog that
belongs to my sister. My sister got him from a
breeder, ... I didn't know that there was someone like
that on the island. I thought they were all mainland.
Being a breeder doesn't seem like that lucrative a
profession. Maybe it was just a hobby or something.

At any rate, I keep thinking he's here. I have these
sensations that my feet is being licked. Something that
Mickey does when he's rather bored. Or, maybe I'm rather
bored for thinking that something's licking me.

So, my University Library was able to acquire the book
Lisa was searching for. It's a genealogy book that was so
rare and obscure that when the interlibrary loan finally
managed to find a library that had a copy ... the only way
to acquire it was through microfiching the whole thing.
Lisa was not very amused. So, basically we have the book
now. It's ... just in microfiche form. As if people have
microfiche readers commonly set up in their homes. Well,
it doesn't bother me much. I mean, ... I'm not the one
who's going to have to read it. I think.

My work out is going well. I'm gathering new information
on how to make for a more effective work out. I've cut
down my reps and sets to something that is beyond
counting. I mean ... before what I would do is just do
alot of reps and sets and just keep on going till I was
tired. Well, I've stopped that now. I'm working on about 8-
12 reps and maybe 3-4 sets. It seems that my workout time
is increasing so I think that's a good sign.

I've been working on my arms, chest, and abs. Yet, I've
totally been neglecting my cardio and also my legs. The
legs isn't that big a deal, I can start that easily. The
cardio ... that's a bit different. The way I use to
supplement cardio was through running. But ... I don't do
that anymore. At least, not here.

I was thinking of hardcore sex, and tons of it. But the
problem is, I don't really have much of a bedmate. I
suppose the therapist could substitute for a raunchy sex
partner, but ... that would just be a little too weird for
me. I mean, we're just bed partners. Not intimate
partners.

I guess I'm going to have to do the running. That or take
up aerobics. But considering that I'm way too old fashion
and not really into aerobics ... I think I'll do the
running instead.

Speaking of sex, ... my neighbor upstairs is moving out.
There is a "For Rent" sign on her door, and I suppose
she's leaving now. I'm going to miss her alot ... Well,
actually no. I'm not. I don't even really know her. The
only reason I might miss her is because she didn't make
any noise upstairs and ... for all we know, the next
occupant will be alot more rowdy.

Although a few years back we had this girl move in
upstairs and she was like ... working at Victoria's
secret. She was a bit bland though. Too bad she moved ...
although I'm not real sure why she moved. Well, ...
actually I think I know why. It is pretty cramped
upstairs. It's enough to give anyone cabin fever during
the winter.

I'm sort of wishing that some hot chick will move upstairs
and so we can ... "hang out" a bit. I mean, not like in
any sort of intimate sort of ... supplementing cardio sort
of way. Just, it would be nice to actually meet a neighbor.

I mean, isn't that what people did in the "old" days? Meet
their neighbors? Today's society things are way too ...
isolated. People wearing headphones as they walk the
streets, ... people doing their own thing. Not to mention
the headphones thing is like a fucking accident waiting to
happen. I rely on all my senses to guide me. I couldn't
walk through streets with headphones. That's like asking
to be hit by a car. Darwin's law in progress? I hope not.
Else that would mean something I am not too comfortable
accepting. Besides, didn't I disprove Darwin?

I guess I can understand the isolation though. The
population of the world doubled in 100 years. It just
means that more annoying people in the world. I mean, if
for every person that comes into existence, brings with
them a random set of personality quirks ... and assuming
that my theory of the personality grid is right ... then
that means every birth we see a 99% chance that we're
going to meet an asshole.

Then doubling the world's population? It's enough for me
to want to nuke the planet. I guess I would start with New
York first. Just because, I'm more ... "acquainted" with
the people here shall we say.

Maybe the whole eastern seaboard while I'm at it.

I'm sure though that my calculation is pretty off. It
can't be 99%. I'm not that mad yet.

I'm over exaggerating too. I mean, I haven't exactly met
everyone on earth either.

Well I guess I will end this here. I should have been
doing my homework, but I had way too much fun talking with
Laura.




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