Today has been uneventful in way of anything and in way of effects of Diet Coke side-effects.
Earlier though, I was looking at a website I use to find bargains for things and they had a coupon code for a free pack of 4 Diet Coke drinks. This made me salivate alot, and I desperately wanted a drink. The feeling elapsed when I focussed on something else.
I have been using a Brita water filter to drink water from as it filters out all the bad stuff and makes it taste fresher. I've been going to the bathroom more, obviously, but I hope my body is taking alot of sustainance from the stuff, which it hasn't had (water) in a very long time.
I hope the water drinking also clears up my complexion. My complexion isn't bad, but my forehead is kind of red and looks mildly agitated. I think it's because I haven't been drinking water and the fact I rest my hands on my head and face alot.
I've also felt more tired, even after eating sugarry things, which could mean that the caffeine is wearing off.
I have drank, since I woke up at 3:10pm, I think 8 glasses of water from the traditional 'Coca-Cola' glasses, which I now see is ridiculously ironic.
So I stopped drinking Diet Coke about 6 hours ago.
I read alot of literature on it, and apparently it's bad for me. It costs a little, so there's a little saving to be made too, and it'll shut my mother's piehole from whining at me.
I have yet to feel any side effects from stopping the Coke intake. I have decided to go 'cold turkey' and have replaced Diet Coke with H20. Water. It's a pretty shit replacement. It isn't even brown.
I have read alot of literature which says that Diet Coke causes me to feel: aches and pains, headaches, migraines, apathetic, depressed and actually increases weight gain (which baffles me somewhat). So for those reasons, I want to stop drinking it. Which is very hard for me, because I love it so much. I love it's colour. I love it's taste. I love the hiss it makes when I open the bottle. I love to hate the first drink I take from a bottle, and I love to love the last drink I take from a bottle. I love the new '...with vitamins/...with antioxidants' brands which have been released. I love replacing meals with it. I love eating it like a meal. I loved these things. I'll miss it.
So I'll post here and say how I feel about how it's going and blah blah who cares.
Diet Coke is the devil etc.
Post again tomorrow.
Tags:cokeless, diet coke, quit Current Location:Right here Current Mood: indifferent Current Music: The Eels - Trouble With Dreams
I can't stop myself from doing it almost all of the time.
It's like when you have a really bad itch and you can't stop yourself from scratching it. That's what it's like when I try to stop myself from doing it.
But when I do it it feels really good, but the bad thing is I need to do it all the time, including when I'm trying to get to sleep.
It's really easy to start.
What you need to do is stretch each muscle in your body, and in time you will be able to tell which one you need to stretch to feel good.
I started with my jaw.
What you do is you move your lower jaw all the way to the right, until it strains against the left side, and then the other way around.
Another one is the toes. Pushing the toes down into the ground until you can feel the strain pushing back.
Another is the top of the arm, what you need to do is push the other side of the elbow out, not bend with the elbow, the other way around, so that it strains the muscles of your bicep or whatever it's called. Push the strain and it'll begin to feel refreshing.
And it really does feel refreshing and new and fresh. It's great. If you read this, you should try it.
Have you ever felt the pulsating beauty of the world?
I have, and it doesn't feel normal, but it feels so good...
I look outside of my window and I see the world and everything that it is, every colour across the board, and it suffocates me. I find it hard to breathe, for the world is so remarkable.
And all at once I love everything, while I also hate it. And in that turmoil lies a grim, smashed beauty that I can feel, taste, almost touch as I look outside of my window.
And I can touch it. I can feel it. It's like a pulse, throbbing and beating through the air. But the air is so thick, how can we breathe? It fascinates me. The air is all around us, but between the air is nothing, how do we not suffocate and die. Everything is so heavy when you are surrounded by air.
But it's so beauitful. Everything is. I hate it, but I love it. It makes my mouth open and close slightly with the beauty, and my eyes almost hurt from the strain. And it happens whenever I look outside, or whenever I think of the outside.
My mind reminds me of a lampshade I saw at Ikea. White, overpriced, but with speckles of red and circles of blue placed haphazardly across the canvas.
Have you seen the clouds? They are...wow.
And it feels like I'm going to die from the volume of everything that I see, so intense and so powerful at all times that it's a crime against nature for the world to exist.
It makes me want to fall to my knees and lie on the ground outside, and let life wash over me. Lie down outside and let everything happen around me, for me to absorb my life from the concrete. Feel the smell of the heat rising from evaporated rain as the slabs heat up in the sun, taking me away with it, pure vapour.
But you can feel it, the smell of freshly cut grass. I can feel that smell, and I love it, and I hate it.
I don't think it's normal, but I love it, and I hate it.
I'll go the whole wide world, whole wide world, just to find herrr.
In other news, it's been a long time since I've posted a blog.
Since the last time I posted I have done this:
Also, this:
And a little of this:
A hop:
One skip:
And three jumps:
The fans loved the new Scottish 101 video, which is great news. And I made the bloopers (2nd video) for fun. My friend Sean has been doing stop-motion animation recently, so I made the third video. The 4th was the moon before the lunar eclipse, the 5th was voyeur of a mountain and the 6th was a ride to work.
The stop motion video explains the first part of the title, 'Splitting seconds'. To make the stop-motion video, I set up a black chalkboard, pointed my webcam at it, got some chalk and opened up SplitCam to take snapshots with. For the whole movie, I took 178 pictures, and to do it all and compile it it took about 2 hours. It would have not taken so long had I made the avi correctly.
The process I went through was importing all the jpegs into Sony Vegas 7.0 then splitting the seconds (see?) so that they all resembled about a 10th of a second each. However, this was very stupid of me. Apparently, there are programs that do this for you, simply by opening all the images in the program and hitting 'Go'.
The explaination of the second part of the title is pretty mundane. I was sitting around trying to work out the time and thought it'd be interesting if I posted here the reason why I don't wear a watch. There's no real reason, but it's vaguely because I don't feel qualified for keeping time (see?). To keep time is pretty much a big thing. Keeping time? You're keeping time? Time belongs to you? I don't need that pressure.
My calendar has an X on the 7th of February, an X on the 21th of February, the letters OP on the 17th of February and DOC on the 19th of February.
I'm thirsty.
I get paid £81.90 in 3 hours and 30 minutes.
The temperature is -4°C.
It is clear outside.
The moon is Waning Gibbous.
The wind is blowing in a West/South West direct
The reason the last post was called New Physics, was from two little words that I read in the NewScientist magazine for the week of January 27th, 2007. The words are in the 2nd last paragraph on page 37, in an article about the Large Hadron Collider, the world's most powerful atom smasher, nearing completion at the CERN laboratory near Geneva, Switzerland. The words appear as such:
"Help might be on the way in the form of a controversial method for automating the data analysis. Some researchers, including Bruce Knuteson of Fermilab and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, say their software is the fastest way to reveal hints of new physics. Others see it as a recipe for confusion and wild goose chases. The way of the future experiments are done and analysed may hinge on who is right."
Hey look! There it is right there! Fancy that...
UH OH! I JUST FLIPPED THE PAGE!
The article I'm looking at now is on page 40-41 and is titled "Born under a bad sign". The article is basically collated statistical research on mental issues/suicides/et cetera that have happened and looked at the months of the birth of the people involved. The results they got were somewhat startling, and showed a pattern based on what you may be susceptible to based on the month you're born. Cool huh? What? Not enough? You want to know what you're susceptible to? God damn it. OK!
January: Nothing February: Schizophrenia March: Schizophrenia April: Schizophrenia & Suicide/Anorexia May: Dyslexia & Suicide/Anorexia June: Dyslexia & Suicide/Anorexia July: Dyslexia August: Nothing September: Alcoholism (males) & Panic disorders October: Alcoholism (males) & Panic disorders November: Alcoholism (males) & Panic disorders December: Panic disorders "The question is no longer if the seasons affect mental health, but how."
Next.
Oh, right. My Super Smash Brothers Melee game save was corrupted, and now my entire progress is lost. Let's not dwell on the past. "Easy Come, Easy Go", -Cowboy Bebop (Session #03).
Uhm.
My front tooth to the left of my left big tooth hurt yesterday. Doesn't now.
I washed my socks on Saturday.
Films I've watched since my last post: Severance, Employee of the Month, The Matrix, The Matrix Reloaded, The Matrix Revolutions, The Departed. More probably, but I forget them.
Finished watching Cold Case season 2, it rocked. Will be downloading season 3.
Watched Heroes last night.
Hiro is too cute to be alive.
Then again, so is Lilly Rush.
Uh oh!
Who invited the Fresh Prince?!
(Because he's cute too)
Haha. That was fun, huh?
What's that? You want more fun info? Ok then, here's the filenames for all the images so far:
Super collider: 061121-giant-magnet_big.jpg Hiro Nakamura (Heroes): arton2279.jpg Lilly Rush (Cold Case): cold_case_kathryn_moris_01_150_176_CBS_Television.jpg Will Smith (Fresh Prince of Bel Air): 150x223.jpg
How great was that?!
What else!
Ok, random facts time. Let me find some first.
Facts:
1. Cats sleep 16 to 18 hours a day. (That's 75% frickin' percent of the day!) 2. It took Tolstoy 6 years to write War & Peace. (Which is about the amount of time it takes the normal person to read War & Peace.) 3. A lion's roar can be heard 5 miles away. 4. Cats can hear ultrasound.
Applied for a job two days ago, hope I get it. Sorry what? You want to see every single detail about the job? Well, Ok then! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Job Title
DATA ENTRY CLERK
BRX/12347
Location
BROXBURN, WEST LOTHIAN
Hours
25 HOURS PER WEEK MON - FRI 5PM - 10PM
Wage
£7,852 PER ANNUM PRO RATA
Work Pattern
Days , Evenings
Employer
Grampian Country Pork Halls Ltd
Pension
No details held
Duration
PERMANENT ONLY
Description
Should possess basic computer skills, particularly in the use of Microsoft packages together with the ability to key quickly and accurately. Duties will include entering data into production analysis systems.
Applicants to send CV to Liz Strange at employers address.
How to apply
You can apply for this job by sending a CV/written application to Liz Strange at Grampian Country Pork Halls Ltd, 220 East Main Street, Broxburn, West Lothian, EH52 5AW. Advice about completing a CV is available from your local Jobcentre Plus Office. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There you go! Told you this post would rock.
Rocks...
*SPECIAL FACT #5: Pet Rocks were a 1970s fad and were sold by Rock Bottom Productions for $3.95 each!*
Well, how about that!
Da-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaaa (New song playing now, Cowboy Bebop - Fantaisie Sign).
END!
(PS I'm officially Zach Braff's friend on MySpace!)
I'm watching The Matrix right now, and it's at the bit where Agent Smith is chatting to Morpheus about virii. And about how humans are the plague. Who didn't know that?
Now it's the gun bit. Frickin' loud. It's 4:20amish. I woke up at about 7pm, but I'm already shattered. I'll be going to bed after this film probably.
I'd tell you more about why this post is called New Physics, my Super Smash Brothers Melee tragedy, the new moon of February and the largest particle accelerator ever created...but I'm too tired.
Maybe I'll continue this post tomorrow with that above stuff.
I just woke up, it's 9:42am. I've slept for 11 hours 45 minutes. Yikes.
I'm typing this soon after waking to tell a long dream I had.
The dream started with me working at Sky. And I was there with some of my old employees, and we were in some sort of classroom, and we had to complete some kind of project. But, I had been ill the past week and hadn't gotten the documentation. So the first class was over and I went to the bathroom. But once I got there, it was filled with girls chatting over the stalls and stuff, so I was like, "Crazy day we're having eh?" and they were like "Yeah!" and I left.
So I went back to the classroom, and because the side of the table I was sitting at was too crowded, I changed my seat and went and sat on the floor at the far right. Next to me, on a chair, was this pretty hot girl. She was talking to me about the project, and I told her I didn't know what it was about because I didn't have the documentation. So she said I should definately ask the teacher for it, so I said, "Nah..." Then the teacher said she was going to come around and ask each of us how we were getting along with the project. When it finally came to me, I told her that I didn't have the documentation because I had been ill all week and she said that was fine and walked off to get some.
Then the dream changed and I was coming home from work, on a bus. The dream changed again and I was entering my house, going upstairs and lying down to sleep. I fell asleep, then I woke up. When I woke up, I felt utter, utter confusion. I didn't understand what was going on, since I haven't worked in Sky for so long. In retrospect, I think I was being me at that point, and not a dream-me. So, from that moment on, I think my actions are the actual actions I would take during the following circumstances. Meaning, that after I woke from the dream, I thought I had actually woken from a dream and was awake.
So I wake up, and my mind is reeling. I shout my mother upstairs, but I hear some crazy noise downstairs, like her telling my brother and sister something speedily. I look out my window, and I see my mother getting out of a car with her real-life boyfriend and they are bringing boxes out or something, loads of them. I'm like, Ok, and I put a shirt on. Halfway through putting the long-sleeved shirt on, my mother comes bursting through the door and hands me a new computer monitor, after giving (I heard) my brother a new computer. I'm like, 'Where did you get this?' She gives no answer and leaves to get more boxes. Then her boyfriend comes in and shakes my hand, while I'm still all tangled in my shirt.
Then it changes, and I've made the decision that since my mother is rich now I can spend some cash. So I decide to get a flight to Connecticut. I take the plane there, and get off, and remember pictures that Amanda had shown me (but in real life, hasn't.) And I remember that Amanda connects to Camfrog from the back of a fast-food restaurant (which she doesn't). So I go to this restaurant, and it's right at the back behind a bar. I see Amanda sitting there, but she's totally fat (mwuahaha) and I'm like, 'Weird' and I sit down behind her. She doesn't notice me/who I am, picks up her laptop and leaves the restaurant, and I'm left sitting there trying to figure out how she made herself look so not fat on cam. (lol)
I come out of the restaurant, and go into the town, and remember more pictures I've been shown (but haven't) and remember being told about some kind of amazing store, which I kind of recollect thinking was a pawnbroker/cobbler/locksmith or something. Then I remember walking through a kind of miniature market, which was inside a corridor of a mall, and the guy was selling stuff. I was eating something and humming a song, and remember thinking that I should buy Scottish memorabilia since they have better Scottish stuff in America than in Scotland. (Uh?)
On my way to the store, my mother and sister appear out of nowhere. I ask them how they got here and they just shrug. So I'm like, right. Then I ask my mother how she got all her money, and she says to me, 'I just sold things that people already had, three times!' And we're walking around. We get a hotel and spend the night there. The next morning, we look for some transport, but my sister keeps going missing. If we aren't looking at her, she vanishes around a corner or something. Then when we are walking, she goes missing and we find her and she says someone pushed her. I asked why and she says it's because some guy thought she was a girl called 'Raquel' who looks just like her. This girl Raquel is like the dog in Eureka, and goes around like some kind of evil knieval, pissing everyone off and beating the shit out of people. During the rest of the dream, people keep thinking she is a girl called Raquel and trying to hurt her.
We come to this car dealership, but it's owned by some kind of ex-con, and she tells us to take one of her old green vans, and in the lot there is about 30 green vans and nothing else. So it cuts, and we're driving down the street in this van, and suddenly the police are after us. We pull over, but it's the 'British police'. They are police in America who only go after Brits who are breaking the law. Two busfulls of these policemen arrive, all in stereotypical english accents, and tell us that the van is stolen, and tells someone to escort us to the station. As his (the sergeant who told us our crimes) bus full of policemen (the bus has no windows, and it's kind of like a victorian tram on wheels) pulls away, he asks the policemen which of them would like to buy his uniform off of him, and they all start going crazy and pull out money to bid for it. Then it pulls away and I don't hear anything else from them, as we are being escorted to the police station.
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