Outlet #1

Hi all.  I doubt more than a few people will read this post, but if you do, I thank you.  For many, many years, I have kept mostly everything that happens to me to myself.  While most people complain, bitch, or otherwise vent their anger and frustrations to others to make themselves feel better, I do not.  I keep it to myself, bottled up.  Sometimes it leaks out a little in the form of irratibility, and I have to struggle to keep myself calm again.  Most of the time I'm in a "normal" mood, and, honestly, I don't know where all this pent up anger and frustration is kept, and, I might add, well contained.

Well, people of the world, this is about to change.  You may hate me for writing this down in a blog, but if I don't, I think I will do something.  Now I don't mean I'll commit any murders or other crimes, but I may do something to myself, but in order to survive, I...must...vent.

This is a personal matter, and this post is more for me than any potential readers.  But so far just writing about my current situation has achieved this.  

My main concern is work. Work, work work work.  That is, my job.  My rival, and manager, seems to get all the new girls who work there, while I'm left in the dust.  I don't know what he does.  True he's more vocal, and taller, and thinner, and probably better-looking, but...oh, I guess that's why.  He's nice to me, but I have a deep jealousy (and possible love-hatred...in the non-gay way) for him.

College.  I go to a community college, and my English class is sooo stupid.  My english teacher think her shit don't stink, and is far to critical of my and my classmate's thoughts and opinions.  I really can't stand her.  I know what you're saying: just pass and be done with it.  And that's exactly what I'll do.  My chemisty class is also a concern.  I have a difficult lab I still need to do, involving the synthesis of aspirin.  It's extremely error-prone, and I wonder if it's worth doing at all.

That's all my concerns right now.  Thank you for reading, and if you want, I welcome you to comment, flame, praise, etc.  I feel a little bit better now.

Dark Wikipedia and contact lenses

So I noticed something interesting today. If you're using Mozilla Firefox (Version 3 was just released and is highly recommended for use as your standard browser), you might know about the extension Greasemonkey. It allows you to install various "user scripts" (one of the biggest repositories being Userscripts.org) that change the layout of many websites. Some add features, some remove others, and even others change the entire color palette of a website. Being a dark skin fanatic, I had to have one for both Wikipedia and Google (there are several for both). Anyway, SKYY's version of Dark Wikipedia is an excellent script, and is the one I use. Incidentially, the links on Wikipedia are blue. Now you're probably wondering where the "contact lenses" part of the title comes from, and I'm about to tell you. If you happen to be wearing a pair, the blue links on the dark background surrounded by the white text makes a strange popping out effect, as if your screen is 3D. It's actually quite cool, but knowing very little of the human eye (I slept during most of my biology class, but my teacher sucked anyway), I don't have an idea as to why this occurs. Probably related to optical illusions and those polarized red-and-blue 3D glasses. Anyway, if anyone has contact lenses and Firefox, check this neat little trick out.

The Mysterious Letter

Well, I've been waiting for a while to post something on this blog, and now seems a good a time as any. Today I got a letter from someone in India. I don't know anyone from India, nor have I ordered anything overseas (that's from India anwyay). The writer's first name is Sanyay, and I don't know if it's a girl or a guy, but it sounds kinda like a guy's name. Anyway, I'm kinda afraid to open it. It could be a threat, a bomb, anthrax, you never know. So I could keep it, unopened, for 30 years, and one day finally open it, only to find that I should've opened it the day I received it. I think I will open it, and even though there could be something unpleasant, the mystery is killing me.