It's probably old news, but I've found this cool site that indexes videos from youtube and google video by categories and artists.

http://www.indextube.com

It's really useful, I was really tired of going through all the garbage amateur videos when looking for music videos. This indextube site is like wikipedia, everybody can edit any page. I even fixed a few pages and added some missing videos there, check it out:

http://www.indextube.com/Weird_Al
http://www.indextube.com/Radiohead
http://www.indextube.com/Nirvana

Too bad there are still missing bands there, maybe I'll spend the night today adding them.

After practically having a nervous breakdown/panic attack and getting all boohooey to Gabriel the other day about not having enough moeny/ how I didn't ask for enough financial aid/how I'm gonna be a homeless graduate student the other day, I realized upon receipt of my (substantial) check today that in fact I apparently just can't do math or figure out financial aid froms or soemthing. Very relieved that I'm not in as dire straits as I thought I was, but I feel so dumb for getting so freaked out about it.

I just got kicked offline by some asshole soliciting donations for the police department. Buddy, #1, I hate cops, #2 I have no money, and #3, if it had fucked up this entry, I would have hated cops even more.

Anyway, I am having issues, so I think I'll just end there.

I'm gonna buy CDS now, yay.

Most of you have probably seen this, but if you haven't, here's a little Natalie Portman gangsta rap.

http://www.devilducky.com/media/42822/

Some other stuff going on, but I'll be damned if my lazy brain wants to write anything about it.

Man, this sucks.

I am up with a migraine. It started off as sleeplessness, transformed into a migraine, and now I'm just kind of wandering the house.

There's no way I'm going to wake up at 6 am to go to work. Hope I don't piss anybody off by coming in late. I'm sure I'll look like enough hot fine hell to convince people I had a rough night.

Today was a crying day, apparently.

I almost cried three times at work.

I almost cried while talking to a friend.

And I absolutely, to my complete shame, did break down and cry in the middle of some kind of confession about 20 minutes ago.

I've obviously lost my mind.

I'm so tired. and so sad. and so angry. and so tired.

And I just wish somebody would notice before i bled all over them.

Niall and I just got back this evening. We got a complememtary upgrade to first class from Shannon to Boston, which was very nice and made the return trip a whole lot less painful. The beginning of the week was cold, windy and rainy but it was nice the last couple of days before we left. Everyone at work told me to take pictures, but we didn't go anywhere new and the weather was crap so there wasn't anything I really wanted to capture on film again. I did take a pic of my father-in-law's new foal (just a week old), but I only did that because my mom asked me to. I really don't know why she wanted me to take a picture. It looked just like the last foal his mare had, except smaller. There was a big party the night before we left. I think we were the youngest people to leave before 2am. People with walking sticks were still there when we left.

5 days of work and then we're on to Peru!

Just when you think you're about as low as you can get, someone has to come along and kick you.

I wish that just for once my negative perspective on things didn't turn out to absolutely justified and right-on.

I can't figure out if I'm really lucky or really unlucky. Within the last two days I've gotten mauled by a feral cat at my new job at the animal shelter and practically burned my apartment down in a grease fire. Yet I am remarkably unscathed, save for a few bites, scratches, and burns.

I am somewhat afraid of getting out of bed tomorrow for fear of what may befall me next.

Niall and I have the opportunity to go to Ireland for a week in June. It would be two weeks before we go to Peru. Niall will go no matter what, but I'm having problems deciding. It's not that I have a problem being at home alone for a week. It's more that I'm jealous (bad green-eyed MLE), I want to go, he wants me to go, and I have enough vacation time to do this in addition to the NY trip in November.

If I go, it'll mean I'll have one week in Ireland, one week back at work, and then two weeks in Peru. Will I be compromising my immune system too much with almost back-to-back, long international flights (i.e. am I going to get sick on the Amazon, far away from any sort of modern medical facility)? Am I going to be digging myself a big ol' hole at work that will have to be filled in after missing three weeks in the space of a month? I'm pretty sure that my bosses will be ok with me going. I might even see if I can get a loaner blackberry while I'm gone. I'm just not sure if our office manager will be cool with me being gone so much all at once.

I'm watching Sleepless In Seattle and it's making me extremely homesick. Especially the one scene where Tom Hank's character is walking down 1st/Pike st to Pike's Market Place and then it cuts to him eating fresh water clams while his friend talks to him about meeting women; it almost brought tears to my eyes. Seeing all the familiar places in the movie made me want to pack up and leave everything so I could live in Seattle again...oh, wait. I'm poor :(

This morning I had a very vivid dream. One part of it disturbed me so much that I'm still debating over whether or not to post about it. I'm still trying to unearth the deeper meaning or symbolism in this one part because if I look at the dream sequence and take it literally, it's all sorts of fuckered up.

But aside from all that, have you ever had a dream in which you were someone else? In my dreams, I've always been me. I might have a different profession or my personality might be exaggerated, but I still look like me. This morning, in my dream, I was a fit, 50-60 year-old male with shoulder-length, grey, stringy hair and a very weatherbeaten face. In fact, I looked a lot like David Carradine did in Kill Bill (minus all the ass-kicking skills).

My head feels like it's not screwed on straight. It's been a while since I've had such a weird dream and I can't stop thinking about it.

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