From Russia, With Blocks

Its done.

Yes we can.

I have 36 “Draft” posts. Some are from years ago. A lot of em aren’t even worth posting about because the context has passed on.

I have a hard time finishing things.

That’s an understatement.

I actively try to leave things as unfinished as possible.

I have a slew of lists of things that are unfinished and could type em all out right now. But that’s not too productive. I keep on carrying that baggage; it’s always on my mind (and on my OmniFocus todo list) forever.

I’ve stopped living, I’m only experiencing. Level Grinding. Except I’m fighting monsters that were strong 2 chapters ago; the XP I get from them is not worth the time it takes for me to select “Fight, Attack” over and over again.

No more.

I’m no longer a scratch pad — I’m a canvas. Paint, paint paint paint paint. The research is done. I know more than needs to be known.

It’s time to lead the prayer.

One misstep'll kill ya

Something I saw today is making me feel like crap. Knots in the stomach, sweaty/tingly extremities, and propensity to cry at slight emotional instability. I must be syncing up or something… Sigh.

Someone once told me, “You paralyze yourself when shit goes wrong, so that you’re unable to get up and make it right”. Looking back at my blogger-days posts, I can see myself beating myself up so hard over shit like this. When it comes to intrapersonal stuff, I have a lotta deep, dark wounds, which I try to hide with wit & sarcasm & aloofness. When something got through those defenses though, I shut down. Hard.

These days, I feel as if I’ve made some progress–at least mentally, but I still get that physical/emotional hangover. And this event hits really close to home. Blah. Said I’d stop writing self-indulgent posts like this after blogger. I guess I just don’t know when to stop sometimes.

Gotta Get up, move on, and make it right. It’s the only way. To survive.

.:.

On a tangentially related note, I was reading the blog of one of my few frenemies yesterday. Turns out he had a lonely, shitty birthday on the 5th, and he has no real friends. I saw the title and thought I’d feel good readin’ the post, especially after the way he treated me the same day many years ago:

While b-day boy and all the cool kids (i.e. everyone else) were locked in his room laughin’ and havin’ a ball, I was sittin’ in the livin’ room babysitting his two elementary school brothers. I asked if I could come in, to which everyone replied, “NO.” Even homeboy’s mom ignored me and didn’t even look at me as she passed by to take snacks & sodas upstairs.

I have never forgotten how lonely, out of the loop, and plain shitty I felt that day. This experience, along with my first heartbreak still gives me hella insecurities and make up the biggest of my aforementioned wounds. Simple things such as not gettin’ a call back from someone can lead me to thinking that everyone hates me and I have no friends. So while I never wish ill on anyone, with this guy, I thought I’d be happy to see some karma in action.

I’m not. I pity him and his square head.

.:.

Fucking life. Fucking karma.

I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to do that.

I’ve been tempted to post about Palin ever since she was picked. But I couldn’t muster up the effort… she’s just too depressing (What a fucking “spit in your eye” to Hillary). I guess I was waiting for this inevitable trailer:

Note: I didn’t have the time to resize the video, so just watch it in full screen.

In response to this.

Ugh…politricks. Do you think that the trailer would be (not “will be”… please) true to life?

PS: Too many scratched records though. Shoulda used a “wah-waah-waaaaaah” or something instead (does anyone know the official name for this classic sound effect?).

PPS: Once again, truth is stranger than fiction.

[via Gruber]

Update: Leave it to the internets to take a quote & photoshop the hell it.

When I first came to SD, I was hella trippin’ out cuz all these ppl had THE MARK OF THE TRIAD on their shoulders. wtf? are all these fools aliens/infected/wtf?

I asked, and they said it was some shot or something… I never got this crazy ass death-shot. I figured it was some military-SD-complex-shenanigans-foretrade.

Now I know.

PS: Search google images for “vaccination” or “immunization”. Some crazy ass pics.