Late night blogging continues.
I don't have any idea why (do I ever?) I've been staying up so late these past few days. I'm certainly not doing anything productive with my time. I'm not doing homework, that's for damn sure, and I'm not really writing either. Most likely, I'm sitting here staring at this screen or playing counter-strike. But enough of that...
I was recently linked to Death Clock by Ken, and it told me I'd die in 2039 or something. which would make me about 59. That's all fine and good, but I think I'd put my death at around 40. Seriously.
My dentist tells me that I'm gonna need dentures by 35 or 40 because I don't take care of my teeth very well. Don't go thinking that I don't brush my teeth, because I do. But they'd like me to do it 3 times a day, with flossing. And no soda or sugar or anything else remotely fun to eat or drink, because it'll kill my already ruined gums. I got to thinking maybe I won't need dentures, because I'll be dead by then.
I look at it this way. I have the worst diet ever. True, I'm a college kid on a budget that can't afford to eat a decent meal every day. My breakfast might be a waffle or some cereal, which is fine. But sometimes doritos and coke for lunch just doesn't cut it. I'm not even talking about that though. Ever since I can remember, I haven't eaten veggies. Maybe some potatoes here, some corn there, but nothing else. Plus I eat junk food more than the average person, I'm sure. Combine that with my love for bloody red meat and greasy favorites like french fries or cheese pizza from pizza hut and you've got a recipe for DEATH.
It doesn't stop there my friends. I smoke like a fiend, so of course I can't exercise now. Not that you'd say I need to; I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 165 pounds. I've never been able to get fat. Then again I can't run a mile without having to keel over and die. So there go my lungs.
My mental health probably isn't the best either. I'm not insane, or mentally retarded or anything like that. But if you haven't noticed I don't have the best outlook on life. I'm depressed, bummed, whatever you want to call it almost constantly. I'm never excited about anything. I've lost the passion for life, if I ever had it to begin with. Trust me, it's not healthy, and I'm not really proud of it either. But what the hell am I gonna do?
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Monday, November 18, 2002
Some news and other things
In the words of Elton John in "Rocket Man" it's been a "long long long long time" since I've posted, obviously. I couldn't tell you why, because I don't know myself. I guess I just didn't feel like writing anything, so I didn't. I don't know if anybody clicks on the other links, but the other web sites I run are on their deathbeds, at least in their current forms. Why? Because I'm lazy and don't feel like doing a site that requires (in theory) at least an update a week. I know it's ironic that I'm still doing this one, but let's not go there... I don't have to anything but type words and the occasional HTML code for the blog.
I suppose there are other reasons for my disinterest in webmastering. My partner in crime, Ken (see his blog in the links section), has all of the sudden taken it upon himself to start learning the basics of being a webmaster. Now, you might be thinking, as I did, that maybe some of the responsibilities of Dissention or Disconnected By Your Smile could be shifted his way. Well, to do some of the things I did, you'd have to have some advanced knowledge of HTML and Photoshop, neither of which he possesses at this time. Which is cool, 'cause he wants to do his own thing, and more power to him for that.
On that note, Dissention is dead. No more e/n content-based web site for me. It'll be replaced by the tentatively-named Kevin's Ultimate Waste of Space. Basically it will be a personal site with a bio, pictures, links, a subsite for my radio show, and whatever else I come up with at the time. It's more for people to find out a bit about me, since I have the hardest time actually, physically telling people about myself.
DBYS is also dead. Ken's work will be moved off since he's making his own site for that. I'll keep mine on for sure, as an archive of my past writing. But the poetry/songs won't be updated, as I want to take a break on that to focus on short stories. I don't think I have anything more to say with a song. Lately, whenever I want to write like that, I can't. I put my pen to the paper, or my fingers to the keyboard and nothing comes out. Not that I've written a plethora of stories either, but my experiences this year have led to some ideas and I want to commit them to a full-fledged piece of work.
If you're one of those rare people who liked my rants and essays, fear not because that's exactly why I'm keeping this blogger updated (I will do a better job this time, I swear). My trademark fucked-up humor and forever pessimistic attitude will still be alive and well on Disconnected.
I think that's all I have to say for now.
In the words of Elton John in "Rocket Man" it's been a "long long long long time" since I've posted, obviously. I couldn't tell you why, because I don't know myself. I guess I just didn't feel like writing anything, so I didn't. I don't know if anybody clicks on the other links, but the other web sites I run are on their deathbeds, at least in their current forms. Why? Because I'm lazy and don't feel like doing a site that requires (in theory) at least an update a week. I know it's ironic that I'm still doing this one, but let's not go there... I don't have to anything but type words and the occasional HTML code for the blog.
I suppose there are other reasons for my disinterest in webmastering. My partner in crime, Ken (see his blog in the links section), has all of the sudden taken it upon himself to start learning the basics of being a webmaster. Now, you might be thinking, as I did, that maybe some of the responsibilities of Dissention or Disconnected By Your Smile could be shifted his way. Well, to do some of the things I did, you'd have to have some advanced knowledge of HTML and Photoshop, neither of which he possesses at this time. Which is cool, 'cause he wants to do his own thing, and more power to him for that.
On that note, Dissention is dead. No more e/n content-based web site for me. It'll be replaced by the tentatively-named Kevin's Ultimate Waste of Space. Basically it will be a personal site with a bio, pictures, links, a subsite for my radio show, and whatever else I come up with at the time. It's more for people to find out a bit about me, since I have the hardest time actually, physically telling people about myself.
DBYS is also dead. Ken's work will be moved off since he's making his own site for that. I'll keep mine on for sure, as an archive of my past writing. But the poetry/songs won't be updated, as I want to take a break on that to focus on short stories. I don't think I have anything more to say with a song. Lately, whenever I want to write like that, I can't. I put my pen to the paper, or my fingers to the keyboard and nothing comes out. Not that I've written a plethora of stories either, but my experiences this year have led to some ideas and I want to commit them to a full-fledged piece of work.
If you're one of those rare people who liked my rants and essays, fear not because that's exactly why I'm keeping this blogger updated (I will do a better job this time, I swear). My trademark fucked-up humor and forever pessimistic attitude will still be alive and well on Disconnected.
I think that's all I have to say for now.
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