a little trick called "I'm a genius!"

I know I've said it before, but even I marvel at how great my genius is. I mean, I'll think I've peaked and think, "surely I can get no greater than this!" But then something will happen that takes me to a higher plateau! Can it be possible for one to be this great?

(yeah, I made this exact same post to gtg, but I'm still wanting to brag to more people about how great I am!)

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Woah, a bit woozy right now. Had around six hours of sleep. If you could call it that. So I'm pretty much dazed. Just waiting for customer feedback on some problems I'm working on. Killing the time web-surfing.

I've been trying to figure out a word for my usual disposition. I wouldn't exactly call myself an optimist. I mean, I'm a firm believer of Murphy's law, and truthfully don't really trust anybody or anything. I guess I assume everything will go wrong, but have to believe that it won't. A hopeful pessimist, perhaps? Or a reluctant cheerleader? Those are both actually two words, but I digress. I guess someone needs to play the part of dreamer or romantic (and I'm not talking about that corny stuff, I mean it in the "literary" sense of the word.), the one who is all "life is good!" (How can anyone not think Amelia is cool?)

Now for more from the thin veil:

1) It seems like everyone is like "that" nowadays. I can't and won't be. Though it is pretty arrogant of me to think I'm some sort of bastion.

2) Screw the rules. They're stupid anyways. And the world is too diverse to pigeon hole things. And don't you folks worry, I'm not going to do anything dumb, I just wanted to mention how stupid certain rules were.

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What's up with "nay" going into disuse? Its a cool word. Much fancier sounding than plain old "no". And if someone asks you a Q, and you ansfer in the negatory, you can be all "Nay, I say!" and its like a little rhyme!

Oh, and I guess I'm all caught up on Television Without Pity recaps (or rather they're caught up with all the season finales for the shows I watch), so that's one less thing I have to entertain me. But they did mention that the Felicity website talks about how Elena survived! Anyways, for some reason, they've cut out the scenes explaining it. It turns out that right before Felicity goes to bed for the last time in the alternate reality, she suddenly realizes Elena will die. (One of her best friends, and she only realizes now that her trip to the future will kill her?) So she tells her to go to Duke instead of Columbia. Thus, at the wedding, she is surprised to see Elena and Tracy walk in. That's all fine and well, but as I've said before, if Elena didn't die, Ben wouldn't cheat on Felicity! Weak!

Oh, and lesson for the day for all you prospective fighter pilots out there: Never go to guns to prove a point. If you got a missile lock on the enemy, use it. While you're fooling around, his wingman is on your six tearing you a new one.

And what's up with some of the guys these hot (or at least decently attractive) chicks are going out with these days? Its like I see this couple at lunch and ask myself, what's she doing with him? And here I am, all by my lonesome. Surely I am a greater man than he! I mean, I'm the total package here! Clean cut looks, brains, a sense of humor, not to mention such great wit and charm! The only bad thing is that there isn't enough of me to go around!

compatiblity

Got this from bowelsofhell:

How Compatible are You with me?

I'd be interested to see the results!

Random thoughts

Ah, wacky hijinks occurring in the workplace right now. They're planning on doing something that will cause hilarity to ensue! But anyways, what I wouldn't give for a pair of tweezers right about now.

Its an overcast day, which is good as it won't be as hot moving the last of Ben's stuff over to Krug's. Another reason I'm doing it myself rather than let him do it: So certain people won't bump into each other. Ah, living the sitcom/WB drama life!

Hey, that mad cute nerd-girl came back again today. Though she asked the same question as she did a couple of weeks ago, which I was pretty sure I answered succinctly. I'm suspicious! Or mebbe she's secretly wanting to see me under the guise of asking these lame-ass questions. Okay, prolly not. Oh and pretending to type into the air to simulate someone typing in to the keyboard, who does that? Man, am I an idiot! I'm sure she's thinking, "Wow, thanks for the visual, otherwise I wouldn't know how to use one of those, how you say, keyboards? Jackass!"

useless facts

Is it me, or am I an endless depository of useless facts? I just seem to have a knack for it. Like hanging out at Scott's parents house on Monday waiting for Sato and looking at the Mt. Vernon '94 yearbook. And its amusing, because I prolly remember more stories about the class of '94 than most of the people who were actually in it. I know Holli doesn't even remember half the stuff I do, and she was actually there! And its not like I consciously make an effort to remember these things. Like Bob's next door neighbor Dave (wow, I just realized both Bob and Scott had neighbors named Dave. If Hieu did too, that would be too freaky!). When we stayed at Bob's house for the ski trip, I just happenned to see Dave's b-day marked on the calendar, and it stuck in my head. I remember telling Bob, "Oh, did you wish Dave a happy birthday?" And he was all "How the hell did you know that it was his birthday?" Or when Andy was talking about Six Flags last night. I was all, "Oh yeah, didn't your classmate Mandy used to work there as one of the parking bus drivers?" I can't remember if it was him or her that casually mentioned it once like SEVEN years ago, its just somethink I remember. And yes, knowing such useless facts has saved my life, lest one forget the "Frogs in Winter" incident back at Fort Valley.

Oh, and I think that chick wasn't wearing a bra! Yowza!