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Time: Sat, 1 Jul 2000 00:03:59 GMT
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Number of users: 16367 (41 new since June 30, 2000)
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Node to user ratio: 36.161 nodes per user
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Link to user ratio: 134.229 links per user

New Nodes: Users Online (37): [Segnbora-t] [Deborah909] [dannye] [sensei] [JeffMagnus] [General Wesc] [moJoe] [hamster bong] [Lord Brawl] [prole] [JustSomeGuy] [Jinmyo] [ShadowNode] [davidgentle] [getzburg] [Stride] [Starrynight] [android] [Eraser_] [Electric Mollusk] [burnboy] [Lethal] [moa] [FordPrefect] [Katyana] [jes04] [chaosmind] [aethyr] [Jeeves] [ioctl] [no comply] [junkpile] [rangek] [kanon42] [spacklequeen] [Whisper] [MNU]

JeffMagnus node count: 3816 (2 new since June 30, 2000)
JeffMagnus experience: 6871 (5 more since June 30, 2000)
JeffMagnus experience to node ratio: 1.801 XP per node
JeffMagnus nodeshare: 0.645%
JeffMagnus node of the day: Everything 2 Civil War

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Today, I am no longer an EDB refugee. I experienced my first assimilation on e2. I am still suffering from shock.

Today, for Canadians is Canada Day. Woo hoo. Happy 133rd birthday, sweetie, from all your beloved citizens.

I do not like snakes, most especially the one I found in my house last night on my way to bed. Well, found if the definition of found is "Almost stepped on". Being in the desert, of course it had to be a rattlesnake(noisy sucker). If it hadn't been.. well, I don't want to think about that, I'm still really jumpy. And, of course, my first instinct was to go online and a) ask friends how THEY get rid of these things and b) look for webpages on the subject.. however, knowing the snake was within a few feet made me stop and get out of there.
So. Yeah. Didn't sleep there last night. And was really shaky for a while, and made the mistake of waking up a friend (I'm really sorry!) to try to calm down. I finally fell asleep around 4, then had to get up and come to work. Ugh. However... there was a funny point this morning..
My best friend, in her pajamas, walking around my house, banging on things with a roll of wrapping paper, singing "Here snakey snakey.. " hehe. Almost (but not really) worth it. Too bad I didn't have a camera. Now, to get some work done... Oh, and if anyone has rattlesnake elimination advice.. I'd love to hear it.
There is more to the universe than the way the sun sets every evening, the way leaves dance in the wind, but is there anything in the universe more important? Today, nothing matters aside from the trees and the cool breeze slipping in through my window, not to me. Perhaps even the text on this page means more than human existence. Sometimes I don't want to be. Today, I want nothing more than to just be, but without distraction.

Last night I drank four Mike's Hard Lemonade cooler's by myself, for some unknown reason. I spaced it out and mixed it thoroughly with food product, so it ended up having not much of an effect at all, other then a bit of the giggles and confused thought'y matter, perhaps a tiny bit of drunkin' noding.

My faults.. is this my fault?
I always feel guilty for something, nearly all the time, this sense of not being what I should be, not doing what I should have, being a disappointment to everyone. It usually doesn't make me sad, but rather indifferent. I give up because I don't think that it will matter much what I do, it won't be quite good enough, and even if someone tells me it is, I can't seem to believe it. I'm trusting, too trusting and it leads to a lot of hurt. I write, and I love my writing but it is never quite as good as it could be or should be. I doubt myself. I am very jealous of you, her, them, because I am not what I want to be. I feel anger when someone looks beautiful because I do not feel that I am or ever will be that way.

I lost control of my thoughts.. I did it on purpose?
I only drink when I can convince myself that it is what I actually want to do, because it is not, ever. I do not like to drink, I do not know why I do it other than as an escape from being me. Sometimes, I can't really cry like I need to until I drink.. but if I cry when I'm drunk, I can later tell everyone that it was simply because I was intoxicated and not because it reflected my real feelings. I escape again. It's all about escaping, but I never really do, because it is always with me, if not others.

We curled up on my bed last night and listened to music for a few hours, it was nice and she touched my hair, ran her fingers along my face. It was all a farce really but if anyone had walked in they would have easily mistaken us for lovers, which we are not, but soulmates, perhaps. I get so mad at her, but it's not her fault, it's my own, jealousy. Jealousy, stupid emotion, something I can shake only every so often.

A spider bit her, my best friend, and we joked about it, there really aren't many dangerous spiders around here, I don't think. Her finger was tingly for a while, but it passed. I asked my online friend who studies spider's what he thought, and he said that people rarely die from spider bites. Comforting.. sort of?

I wanted to set my SNES up last night and play The Legend of Zelda all night long, but I ended up not doing so, I think because of the effort it would have taken. Perhaps I might do this today.. a television amidst all of my plantlife, interesting. I used to play Zelda constantly when I lived in Manitoba, I'd stay awake until the sun started to rise and then I'd slip off to bed. Those were strange times, that whole year was strange.. that summer, the best probably of my life but it went so fast and seems so long ago now. I was trying to remember my grandparents old farm house last night and even though I lived there for a time, I couldn't.. that bothered me. Am I losing pieces of me? I think I might be.. unsettling.

Today is in fact, Canada Day, and I'm pondering if I really care enough to do anything in celebration. Probably not. Go, Canada, you are so dreamy and great and all that stuph. I want fireworks. Pretty colours. Maybe we can go to the beach near Owen Sound and watch some tonight..

I'm actually not sad today, or depressed, tired a little, perhaps.. but not content either. I feel strange, odd, not quite "right".. I like it.

We talked last night on the phone and I realized I'd missed his voice intensely. I could listen to him ramble forever, the words fall so sweetly from his lips that it matters not what he's saying, only that he's speaking at all. I tend to think, though, that he's probably more than me, more than I deserve.. he's too dreamy, too cool, for me, I told my friend last night, but I can't help but feel what I do. So let it be, she said, just let it be and so I do, I am.
Welp, this is it. The last day of my precious vacation from work. I had expected it to be used to find a new job. I had a job lined up and ready to apply for (Switching Meijers), but when my bro quit out of disgust from the Meijer I was planning on transferring to, I had second thoughts. Now it might be too late.

Sunday I probably head back to work. Monday's my birthday. And I'll prolly have to work. I had to bitch enough to get THIS week off for vacation, I'll be willing to bet there's no way in HELL I'm getting any days on Independance Day week off...

UPDATE: Well, whadya know... I'm not scheduled on Sunday or Monday. Guess they really hate me. :-)

Continued the belated quest for a driver license by driving through tract housing for half an hour. I never realized the amount of concentration it took to drive properly before - check the side mirrors, check the rear view mirror, stay in the middle and don't shave the mirrors off the parked cars. I need to get into the habit of hitting that turn signal all the time.

I took a spin later and now I feel a lot more secure with driving and arrogant - I have gasoline and the kinetic energy of 3000 pounds of metal traveling at 30 miles per hour backing up my every move. Fear Me.

SQUEEGEE

Well, today was a work day. I woke up and got on the internet and found that I had gained 10 XP on E2 that night, but didn't have time to write any new writeups. The 10 XP is the most I've gained so far (though I've only been a member for about five days), so that made me proud. It also boosted my XP:Node ratio. I then tried to find the address of where I was working on Mapquest, but my contact had given me the wrong city and zip code. Luckily I was carpooling, so my partner had the right address. The work was easy, and we ended up mostly talking the entire time. I finally got off work at 9:15 PM at night and headed home. I then paged my friend who said he was going to another friend's house to go "hot tubbing" and invited me along. I called that friend to make sure it was okay, told her I had to write some stuff before leaving, and hung up. I am now writing my daily journal on E2 before I head out.

I'm off hot tubbing! Goodnight.

Saturday. Airport. You can tell what sort a person is by where she sits in a restaurant. An easy theory, one I hesitate to apply to myself, because I know what the results say about me. I sit apart, by a wall, no one too close, but I like my chair to be turned toward the other people.

Two tables over was a boy with the best eyes, waving his fork and shrieking what I assumed was perfect Italian for "Look! A plane!" I watched them with him, watched as the sky went rose pink and the sun sank behind an Air France plane, its belly being filled by a Gate Gourmet truck.

Before it got dark enough to turn the windows to mirrors, it was hard to focus on the shadows of people walking by, their ghosts gliding over the runway. Half a neon sign reflected - I could only make out "ing." Banking? Shoe shining? I thought of as many ing-advertisable activities as I could, then turned to see the sign was Burger King. Burger King does not connote action.

The biggest newsstand has an "honesty box," drop your quarters in the slot and skip standing in line. Refreshingly old-world. I wonder if it works; I bet it does.

Change, radical change, we all need more of it. Maybe I'll start wearing hats. You never can tell with me.

I held a man I once loved while he puked for 3 hours.
I danced and sang for him as he knelt down vomiting in a gutter.
He said it was all that was keeping him alive.
His wife lay at home vomiting in his bed.
I wept silently in his spare bedroom waiting to put him there.
I left him naked shitting and snoring in the bathroom.
Did he think the words I sang were about him?
After drinking away most of Friday night on the Cleveland Flats it was pretty tough to get up this morning. I didn't have a hangover but I only got about three and a half hours of sleep. But we dragged ourselves out of bed and headed for the Hard Rock Cafe.

Carin was hoping that 'NSync would show up, one of the guys in the band is a huge Hard Rock fan. We sat down a little bit before noon and ordered our lunch. The restaurant was crowded with 'NSync fans, you could tell by their age and of course the dead give away - they were decked out in band parafanalia. We had waited what seemed like forever for our food to arrive when our waitress showed up with an apologetic look on her face. As it turned out, the people sitting at the table behind us had ordered the same exact thing as we had and their waiter had given them our food. We didn't mind all that much cos we were trying to waste as much time as possible so that we could catch a glimpse of the band. Carin was convinced that they would show up but I wasn't so sure cos they had been there last year when they toured. Finally our food came and when we finished eating the band still had not made an appearance. The waitress offered us dessert on the house since we had to wait so long for our food and so we each ordered dessert. Still wasting time. We finished that and still no 'NSync, I was now sure that they weren't coming, it was almost 2:30, but I didn't have the heart to tell Carin that I thought it was hopeless, so I ordered a drink. We were becoming as obvious as the fifteen year olds who had ordered soup and crackers and it was embarrassing so we finally decided to suck it up and leave.

We went back to our hotel and took a nap. Then we headed over to the arena to see what information we could dig up. Carin wanted to know what hotel they were staying at. When we got to the arena, it was crowded with 12-16 year olds dressed in full hoochie momma attire. They looked so ridiculous in their toob tops, short shorts and way too high high heels. Someone needed to explain to them that just because the shoe looks sexy in the store doesn't mean that it will look that way on you! Ie, if you can't walk in your shoes, it doesn't matter how sexy the shoes are, you look like nothing but a fool.

Carin and I were in the middle of critiquing the most recent group of hoochie mommas to walk by us when three girls sat down next to us. I could hear them chatting among themselves but I couldn't make out what they were talking about. For some reason I decided that it would be a good idea to talk with them. Through discussion I found out that they were friends with a couple of the people in one of the opening acts for 'NSync and they had hung out with them the night before. They told us which hotel the band had stayed in and that they were leaving that night. They didn't know which hotel they would be staying in in Buffalo but they did tell us the three hotels they usually stay at. And since downtown Buffalo is pretty much a hole it didn't take us long to figure out which hotel they would be staying at. The show was starting so we went in the arena.

As we were walking down the aisle to our seats I was finally getting excited about being at the concert. Last night's show had been really good, I was impressed with their live performance. They had made some changes in their music, changes which gave the music more substance. And the accopellas were awesome. But what really got me excited about being there was that I could see the stage clearly from the end of the aisle and as the usher was walking us to our seats we were only getting closer and closer...we were in the fourth row, we could see the entire stage without standing up. I have never been so close to a performer ever and it was so exciting. When a band member walked to the edge of the stage we were at maximum only ten feet away! It was incredible. And the whole arena was screaming to the point that when I leaned over to say something to Carin she couldn't hear me even when my mouth was less than an inch from her ear and I was screaming. And when I saw how close I was tonight I knew that I had to meet that challenge, I had to meet 'NSync.

After the show we booked it to the hotel they were staying at. I could see the tour buses as we neared. But they weren't 'NSync's. They had already left, it was Pink's tour bus that was parked out in front, one of the opening acts. As we were standing there, she walked into the hotel and we caught a quick glimpse of her. We waited for her to come out again, hoping we could at least get her autograph. While we were waiting this guy came out of the hotel, got into a car and took off. About a minute after he had left one of the girls screamed, Oh my God! That was Rob Lowe! No one believed her until he came back and Carin and I saw him...it was Rob Lowe. He was in town shooting a movie. The funniest thing was that no one else recognized him. And that's when I truly realized how old I was! these kids were born the year that St. Elmo's Fire came out!!! Oh my aching bones!!

After it became apparent that Pink wasn't going to come out again we went back to our hotel room and crashed. Tommorrow we will go to Buffalo!!

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