twitterpated
31 Oct 2000, 10:24pm

Tonight was a good night. A real good night. Except perhaps for the moment when I publicly discovered that tallulahville.com on Netscape on a Mac is a bad, bad thing, and not in a "fun" bad way, neither. I'll have to do something 'bout that. But you know I never said this was the best I could do. If I did, I was lying. God, I hope I was lying. Anyway, I already decided to remodel, and after viewing some supercool sites tonight I have seen the Flash-ing light...illuminating the fact that I really know damn near nothin'. Ah well, not like that was a revelation.

I'm nearing an endorphin overload that's been building steadily all day and is about to reach critical mass because I just realized there's a basketball game on. You know how I feel about basketball. Sigh...I need to get a grip. Today I remarked to my friend Janis that I've never done drugs because it's always seemed so redundant given my personality, and I think my behavior today amply attests to that. I think I reached about a 9.5 on the full-on Tallulah scale. Luckily no one was injured. But no one gets hurt in Tallulahville. We're all about the love here, sugah!

Weeeeeeeeee...supa-dupa-loopy today. Wow. I feel the T for Trouble in Tallulah rearing its mischievious little head. Trouble is good! Trouble is fun! No No NO! Trouble BAD! Bad Tallulah!

Jiminy Christmas. I need Ritalin. A tranquilizer dart shot in my hindquarters. Something. Sheesh.

washed up
30 Oct 2000, 11:11pm

My home is now littered with soap-making paraphenalia...the aftermath of my failed attempt to make soap (duh) for a class project (promotional design using an original logo). In my mind's eye, boy oh boy was it cool. In reality, boy oh boy was it a mess. Any notions I might have had of taking up soap-making full-time have been dashed, utterly. Washed down the drain, as it were. Luckily I had no such notions so I'm quite ok with it. So, in the fine tradition set forth since, uh...my birth, near as I can tell, I'll be completing this project at the last minute, like tomorrow, quite possibly during class, when it's due. But why mess with success, right?

I've come to the current conclusion that the thing I need to change in my life is a lack of consistency. I lack focus. I lack continuity. There is too much of everything in my life and it's all over the place. I need to pick a theme and stick with it. But really, this theory is bogus because I'm actually already quite consistent in a number of ways. For instance:

• I'm consistently late. (You could set a watch by it. But I wouldn't.)
  
• I'm consistently moody.
  
• I'm consistently thinking something needs fixing/improving/changing.
  
• I'm consistently thinking WAY TOO MUCH.
  
• I'm consistently speeding, largely because I'm consistently late.
  
• I'm consistently over-complicating everything.
  
• I'm consistently making lists like this.
  

[this is now, that was then]

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