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( Neverwinter Nights Chapter 4 spoilers behind cut... )

tattered_pinion, at what time did you say I should sell all my items?

See you later, livejournal.

If I didn't already never eat Mc Donalds, I never would again!

I just watched Super Size Me, and it was terrifying. TERRIFYING!
I've decided that although I already never eat Mc Donalds or Hungry Jacks, because they make me feel like throwing up, no really, it's true, I'm going to try to limit all of my fast-food intake to Nandos. Because I can't give up Nandos *weeps*
I had delicious food today though. Corn! On a cob. Oh, it was gold. [Ahahaha]

Today was... interesting. Work isn't so bad, just long and boring, and, you know, not the ultimate way to spend time that could otherwise be spent doing other things. But you know, whatever. And money, and stuff. Don't really like the new guy. Is boring, and after tentative investigation would appear to be completely useless in regard to conversation. But it's okay, because Kat and I spent two hours speaking about the glory of the RPG, and Dungeons & Dragons. To think! She's been working here for nearly 6 months and I only found out she liked that stuff today.

Found out that, while I like Elvis, there is only so much Elvis that one can take in one day. Tash proposed an Elvis Movie Marathon, and after the 5th movie I just couldn't take it anymore, so I put on Futurama. :D

Customers anger me, especially particularly retarded ones.

Was thinking that it'd be really cool to somehow make a fanfic with SG:1 in, say, Faerun. But I'm not going to write it. I'll just imagine how I might write it on the public transport devices that I use to get to and from uni. I might get tempted to write it, but I won't. Because we all know that I'll end up being some kind of unstoppable awesome dragon, and then SG:1 would be all "Dude, you can so totally pwn the Goa'uld in a single round of combat!" and I'd be all "Yeah I know." And then they'd be all "I bet you couldn't do half a round of combat though, which is too bad" and then I'd be all "Bring it, bitch"
So you can see why I wouldn't write it. But it'd be mad, or something.

LJ-cuts anger me today. I like having random useless stuff. But I will anyway because I am courteous. Or something. Although, since it seems that the length of the entry seems to have a negative, linear effect on the amount of comments [and so I assume, greedily, reading], I might not have to bother, if it's true that people scroll past mind fizzlingly long entries. Or maybe I'm boring. I can totally and seriously deal with that. I read my livejournal.
Like I have a choice.

Ooh, random.

You might have noticed a recent lack-of-Ghan on msn and google-talk lately. That's basically because I don't want to talk to people online at the moment. It's nothing personal, it applies right across the board. Admittedly, there is one exception to the rule - the singular reason that I'm ever on msn or google-talk at all!
So yeah. It's just an aversion to IMessaging programs that I have at the moment. Don't worry, I'll probably get over it, or something. I don't know. I'm enjoying the private entry feature of Livejournal too, although it's not like I'd ever put anything I seriously wasn't comfortable with people reading on something like Livejournal. Because as much as I love it, I'm not entirely confident in it's private-powers, or whatever.
But again! Nothing personal to anyone. I just like updating things for myself. Public and friends-locked entries are basically just comment-whoring I think. Because I like comments! They make me happy.

But then, people make me happy too! I'm not against people at all, don't fear that I'm regressing into my "Woe angst oh god I hate the world" mode [yes, I had one. Oh, how I had one]. Although I do at times become angry with humanity. But ultimately it's more amusing than enraging.
But where was I? Oh yes. People. Unisfa, the people I consider my Unisfa-friends, are all awesome. As are all my other friends. I am quite happy socially at the moment. For the whole year. You might use a much, much better word than happy, but I like the word happy.
It's very emotionally onomatopoeic.

Damn, I can't spell anymore. I think. I'm not sure. But really, spelling something right is still pretty bad if you thought you were wrong. I think. Maybe not as bad as spelling it wrong and believing that you are irrefutably right, but still fairly poor.

I'm a bit worried about my brain. Something's changed. I still hunger from and delight in new knowledge, but I don't really have very many interesting thoughts anymore. I can't think up interesting topics for debate, although I do think a noteably larger percentage of situations and circumstances are amusing. Which is interesting. Maybe capacity for interesting, deep and meaningful topics of debate and angst are directly linked. Oh well. I can still get involved in interesting debates, so would rather be without all that juicy, juicy angst. I'm surprised I found Philosophy so boring, for example. But I did. Oh, how I did.
But bigger than my considerable hunger for knowledge, is, oh, you know, the burning, boiling pit of determination that is ambition. Yes. I know. You don't have to mutter "Macbeth" at me and roll your eyes. I want to be successful. And to me, being entirely honest, success is measured on a scale where happiness does outweigh wealth, but not by a great deal.
Y'see, I want stuff. That is all. Which interests me. Oh, and fame. I want fame. Not heaps of fame, not the mental-disorder-inducing fanaticism that happens to some people, but a comfortable level of fame, like discounted fuel [when I have a license], and tiny children [or angst-swathed teens] coming up to me in my gloriousness and timidly asking me for my autograph, or, "do I know you?"

Enough on that.
I think I might go play Neverwinter Nights now though. So close, so close to achieving my goal.

One last thing. I think Uni has made me so much more pretentious and arrogant. Oh, so much more. Which is kind of saying something. But oh well. I kind of like being arrogant. And proud.

( My Nation-State is the Bomb )