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Artificial Intelligence, It's Not Just For Bots

One of the websites I visit for a racing league I'm involved with is prone to getting spambots posting random nonsense like this:

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Even if this weren't completely random looking, I don't get the point of it. What exactly am I going to be suckered into doing by viewing this? Even if I were that dumb, this piece of spam only seems suitable for other spambots to consume, like a tin can instead of a glazed ham or stick of slim jim. Maybe the spambots have been replicating with artificial intelligence, giving birth to a secret order of spambots that communicate together via English gibberish.

"Relationship between temperature and air pressure" placed at the end of this random junk could really mean "Murder the meat bags in six days!"

Ballad of Opeth

I think it's about time I post a music video on my blog, but I don't know how. I think it is via embedding, but on this video that's been disabled.

Here is an example of Opeth playing a ballad, which is another thing they do really well. You cannot say that Opeth is only "slow ballads" or heavy metal and guitar solos and growling. They capture many emotions in a variety of styles, but this song is slow and beautiful.


http://youtu.be/FBS7ejV9qEk

A Funny Line

I've been browsing through an old book of poetry I wrote in 2003 when I was really depressed , and didn't get along with anyone.

I know it's sad, but I think this line is funny too:

"Life is so terrible. So life is like a box of chocolates, only, someone has eaten them all except for the ones I don't like."

I sound kind of spoiled, some kids don't have food or their parents hurt them, at least I had a home to live in and no responsibilities. I think I realized this even then, and it only made me sadder to know that I wasn't enjoying life.

This is It

After much stalling I am now gathering my unneeded crap into piles of garbage so I can actually pack up the stuff I still want to keep. I'll be moving to Portland next week and I'm excited, but the logistics behind moving (especially so far) is a headache. Most of my things will go UPS to my parents place in CA, and we will drive ourselves to Oregon after I fly in (after some time to rest).

People here keep asking me why I want to move to Portland. I keep saying "It's the weather" but that's only part of it. Still, it proves my point when the weekend forecast is predicting a category 3 hurricane sweeping into the southeast, and my flight out just happens to be the morning it arrives! Damn, I hope it turns out back to the ocean. Yeah, Georgia can keep the humidity, the heat, the thunderstorms, the tornadoes and hurricanes (it snows too, but I like snow).

I'm looking to have a more active social life outside of work too. There is so much to do in Portland, not to mention the mountains, the coast, and Seattle and Canada are a short drive away. One of my favorite comedians, Maria Bamford, is going to be in Portland this weekend, but sadly I won't be there yet. Eventually she will come back, and there are other acts, bands, etc. that I would like to see in my town. Now I can!

I'll definitely miss the people I've known while here in Georgia. I never wanted to start a Facebook, but so many folks have requested it and I think I can enjoy it now that I have people to keep in touch with. It's going to be hard to leave my best friend behind, but we can still have fun talking on the phone. There is a good chance some of my friends will come out to visit, and one day I will visit Georgia again (my sister still lives here). After that, I'm looking forward to meeting new friends in Oregon.

I'll get the Facebook running later this week. I'm looking to take lots of pictures, and I'm planning on keeping a tally of the unique things I will see in Portland. Should be fun!

Opeth is my opeth

Another band I must now raise up to the height of best damn band is Opeth, originally from Norway, this band is the most intelligent and virtuosic of all black metal and heavy metal bands. They have an overall sound of Halloween, but without the cartoonish satanism and witchcraft of most other bands in this genre, so I should say instead that if Fall and Winter had a sound, it would be Opeth.

What would that sound like? It could be fast, thrashing electric guitars and fast beats. It could also be soft guitar strumming, long repeating verses of sad piano and guitar melodies, and smart electric guitar solos. Opeth can take you into a mellow mood that borders on meditation, and revive you with headbanging rock anthems in one song. Eastern melodies intertwine with native Norwegian style guitar and singing.

The lyrics are epic stories that get stuck in your head, even though they almost never repeat a line. It's hard to say that Opeth just sounds like black metal or heavy metal, since they produce an eclectic range of different sounds, often within one song. It's common to find Opeth music plays for 7 minutes or longer.

The vocals switch between melodic singing to less melodic growling, a common practice in death metal, but the difference here is in their lyrics. The music is dark without becoming tedious, and that's the most refreshing quality that separates Opeth from the rest. I simply love every song I hear. Thanks to You Tube playlists I can listen to Opeth for hours.

Another impressive feature is this band shines on stage, I think half the videos online are live and they sound just as good as the studio work. Better just let the music speak for itself, because I could probably spend an hour describing how great Opeth sounds.

http://youtu.be/SOous91wrtE

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No More of This

Guys with girl's haircuts: this needs to end NOW!

I've ranted about inconsiderate shoppers and burnt Cheezits, but the shit is about to hit the fan. I'm not hateful against homosexuals, I don't believe everyone just chooses what sex to be attracted to, but I do believe it is a choice for a straight man to dress up like a woman and I just think that is a stupid choice to make. I don't mean cross-dressing either, I'm talking about the metrosexuals. It seems like the purpose of this style is to be as androgynous as possible without hinting at your real sexuality.

What does this style look like? It begins with the hair. Messy hair that's been stylized to look messy at any hour of the day. Uneven bangs that split down the face like a tear or a pear (lots of emo kids have these) and closely trimmed around the neck and shoulder area. On a woman these styles look fantastic, on a man they look clownish and effeminate. There may be highlights or one color, usually black, but it all says the same thing to me: hey man, girls are attracted to guys who look like 13 year old girls.

A man should not spend so much time and money on his hair. And do women notice a man's hair first, or something else? Men are competitive, does this mean now that guys are competing for the most sissified haircut?

Keep your damn skinny jeans and v necks, stop acting like your 13 year old sister! Sadly, I have a friend who thinks the metro dude is sexy. I try and remind her "Yeah, but he may be bi-sexual, and you aren't changing that. He is most likely a conceited fool." I find it discouraging that straight girls are attracted to gay men, even if they know they are out of the closet. Looks aren't everything, and if he isn't interested in your anatomy I don't see the point. A straight man is never going to be what that gay man is: another woman, with a penis.

Is that crude or offensive? I don't mean it to be, my point is that a man is never satisfied by just being friends with a woman. If a man is interested in you he wants what you got, but you can still be friends, he just won't be satisfied unless you put out. A gay man doesn't bring that kind of pressure, he isn't interested, so in that way he is another woman who shares a woman's sexuality.

This makes me ponder what gay men think of this look on straight men? I think of that show, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, and what was the point of that show? If a gay man hits on a guy sporting a metro look, and it turns out he does it for the chicks, doesn't that frustrate him?

If more women are turned on by this look, I can almost understand the trend that follows. It is true that men will do some stupid things to get a woman's attention. How about these classic suggestions: learn a trade, be handy, be polite, and make some money so you could at least afford a family even if you aren't ready to have one. Oh, and cut that stupid fucking girl's haircut off your head, you wuss!

My Family, or, How Not to Build Wealth

I just finished a very unsettling conversation with my mother. I'm a little surprised at myself for feeling so agitated, and maybe I'm not thinking rationally, but I don't have any one else to talk to now so all I can do is write this blog. Sure, I could keep it private, but I think this is something relatable and I like feedback. The issue at hand is how the estate was passed along by my grandmother to my mother (also her brother, but he is not an issue) and what is planned for sharing some of it with me, my brother and my sister.

The main problem is that my grandma didn't have a will or anything. My mom took power of attorney and sorted out the estate, which was very stressful for her, and now the estate is divided between her and my uncle. Already my mother has spent a substantial portion on not one, but two newish cars (she sold one before my grandma was dying to put credit back onto a credit card and somehow replaced it with another car, so there was no immediate need for two cars) and tonight her plan was for me to get a car as well. Now, my need for a car is slightly more substantial (my car has 156K miles and a broken water pump that causes it to overheat if I use the air or drive it very far) but I would prefer to have a pricey repair done on it than have another car waiting for me in CA or sent to me in Georgia.

Before tonight, my mom said she would be "giving me some money" but never said how much. I have feelings about the timeliness of that conversation but it's too deep to discuss right now, but I'll say it was inappropriate and not what I had in mind when I heard my grandmother was dying. However, tonight, after explaining how she brought home two cars my mom said she'd like to buy me a car. This is different than giving me an amount of money, simply because that leaves options with where the money should go. All of this discussion begins about a car and I have no idea what amount she even has to give me or spend, just that we should pick something sometime and she'll spend it. We had to go round-about it until she gave me a number that she wouldn't spend over. I'm very uncomfortable talking to her about it, but I told her I don't want to spend any of it.

I've become a miser, and I like it. That's how my grandma was, but in a severe way that got out of hand for her. I hope I don't become like that, but the way I'm thinking tonight maybe I'm a little crazy. Tell me what you think...but I don't want any of that money unless it's under the condition that it's mine to spend or save on what I like (being within reason, I don't want a vacation in Paris or a thousand videogames and movies), I just want that peace of mind in a savings account.

So fixing my car would cost a fraction of a more expensive used car, and I would keep the most savings that way and still have a car. If a mechanic looks through it and says "She doesn't look good" then I will look into the issue of another car. I used to be just like my parents, you see they have a trend going back 27 years of spending through all their money when it becomes available, and in-between going bankrupt and being sadly foolish about making any money.

But the greater issue for me is all the focus placed on the estate of loved ones rather than mourning their passing in my family(my other grandparents had a lot of wealth that got divided up between 5 children, once they were gone the house they had lived in was sold and cleaned out, it had only monetary value it seemed). It's been less than a month and my mom has spent a good portion of the estate on two stupid cars she didn't need (some other things for the house but at least that's a real investment) and now she wants to decide what type of car I should have. Yes, if I went along with her I could choose a model under the amount she has in mind, but I'm more concerned about the future and what motivates us to spend money.

I'm also fighting against the urge to spend money quickly, putting myself at odds with my parents in all of this. They surely believe I'm being ungrateful, but I'm learning to be more considerate and independent than I've ever been. I don't want the kind of relationship with them they had with their parents, I don't want to resent them while they live and wait by for them to die so I can finally have their stuff. I want to earn my own stuff Goddamnit, what's wrong with this family of mine?

I can tell my mother is spending to keep herself happy, after all she just had a hell of a time dealing with her mother's things, and she hasn't had any income of her own for years now. I'm concerned however that this will be short lived, the money isn't being invested or saved up, and just taking what she has to offer me is taking her for granted. When I told her I wanted to make the decision with the money, to fix my car and save all the rest, she claimed to be confused and stated she won't pay to have my car fixed. When she reminded me "this is a freebie, there are no strings, you don't need to pay me back" I realized this isn't true, at least, she doesn't know it but there is a price to pay.

I've followed in her footsteps and have squandered certain sums in the past because at the time, there was a need for the money (just like my parents), and now it is all gone. Even my current car was purchased by my grandfather's estate money given to me by my parents, so why should they give me more money to get another more expensive car? If I had considered those "freebies" more than just a chance to spend money on a temporary need, for a temporary thing that loses value, what would my situation be like today? Wouldn't I be in school, in a better car, with a savings account, and some peace of mind?

I don't want any of this money because it will not motivate me to earn my own income, to strive for and work hard on a career, and because my parents aren't investors and they don't have a great retirement plan, just a monthly check from the government. I think they should keep it, but I also fear that they will lose it shortly. Cars lose value, break down, get stolen and wrecked, while people die.

All this time and my mother hasn't discussed what she is feeling, just what she has been doing. The only time she told me about how she felt was when she became physically ill from stress. I feel emotionally bankrupt in this family, I don't know how my sister feels, I don't know what my brother feels, I don't think I could bring it up comfortably or offer any consolation to them anyways, and no amount of money will change that.

In closing I have reflected on how my parents resented their own parents, even though they depended on them so much into mid-life, just because they could never be independent enough to make it by without asking for help. Only a few times my parents were rejected, but most of the time my grandparents were instrumental in helping us acquire yet another home, or yet another worthless car. All the while my parents squandered this generosity, but how could they know any better if this was the acceptable relationship between aged parents and grown children?

Even up to my grandmother's death my mother wasn't on speaking terms with her. I'm afraid of ending up this way. Even now I resent my mother for spending on those cars while refusing to let me fix up my own car for a fraction of the price. But what right do I have now, after my father paid for my car, it really isn't something I've earned. I don't even want to feel this way, it's poor judgment that they would spend so much without a second thought or a glance back at previous errors, but I would follow them further if I were to point a critical finger at them. sigh I have a lot of hard work to do now. But am I crazy?

Funny Thing of the Day

This is the funniest thing I've heard today: "Carve out your individuality by being inept." by Adam Carolla during his podcast. He's being sarcastic, BTW.

I highly recommend listening to this podcast when you have the time, I've been being doing it daily for 2 years now and I'm almost always entertained and provoked into thinking about important things. It kind of centers me, keeps me down to earth, and also reminds me to wash out the coffee mug when I'm finished drinking from it.

http://www.adamcarolla.com/ACPBlog/

Huh?

Got to love that You Tube. Most of the time I only interact with sane polite people who I can relate to. I don't often post controversial comments, but sometimes I have to chime in on a heavy subject, and I never hear back on any of these. To my surprise, instead I see more random replies to what seemed like totally innocuous comments, like these.

The video is by a female gamer who is into WoW, a parody about giving advice to men who want their wives or girlfriends to play WoW.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_0g2kSg3VM&feature=relmfu

My comment was "Very nice. Now if you could teach us how to trick ladies into playing Minecraft, you might become a millionaire!" My comment was meant to reflect how WoW has a more diverse core of players while Minecraft appeals to very nerdy guys with too much time on their hands (including me).

Today I see these replies from some random person, who sounds strangely like a spambot (who is trying to sell BDSM? I don't know):

***male feminist supporter talking to male unknown !

ladies won't understand create power supply, collect wealthy minerals, construct military buildings, keep the power supply high for the ammunition and the fuel in the military vehicles, solve a riddle of many strengths of many soldiers with many weopens and vehicles many speeds thick and thin armour, etc=COMMAND AND CONQUER GAMES to play online with close friends against AI players !

ladies enjoy life, males construct civilty.

ladies won't want free gifts, ladies want money to spend for herself and her household!

i am male and i know that ladies should have fun and lots of parties !

i know that males should be the servent for feminist ladies and seduce them into oral orgasms and BDSM !

oral is a version from BDSM ; )

BDSM is a fantastic massage all over the body, extreme BDSM always leads to injury !

LADIES LOVE THE NINTENDO DS (mind solving games) AND THE NINTENDO WII (sport games) ONLY !***

Huh? I like the part that calls me "male unknown", like a terrible Sci-Fi movie. "Security alert! We've got an unknown male in sector 6!" I also like how they can claim "ladies only love the DS and WII" despite the fact that the woman who posted this video plays WoW on PC.

So, men build "civilty", that's why we play war games simulators? Or, just my theory, because men are very competitive with each other. And I wonder what the current Secretary of State knows about "solving a riddle of many strengths" and keeping the armed forces stocked up on supplies and military funding? Good thing she's not a woman...oh wait.

Coffee Trivia

I first saw this yesterday and it popped up again on Yahoo today. It's actually accurate, except for the part about the macchiato. According to Starbucks recipe cards, the macchiato involves pouring the espresso shots over the foam, thus "marking" or "staining" the milk. In the video they describe it as "mostly coffee stained with milk" which doesn't make sense, you don't stain coffee with milk and it's not how we make them at Starbucks. Maybe other cafes do?

It's a cool video and I'm pleased they explain the difference between a cappuccino and a latte. This pairs so well with my older post called "Petey Vanilla Bean", just like a classic coffee cake pairs with a cup of Pike's Place!

http://www.yahoo.com/_ylt=AmD1KqMJgEoyfTCopYgrlCSbvZx4;_ylc=X3oDMTZzOWIzZTlhBF9TAzIwMjM1MzgwNzUEYQMxMTA2MDMgbmV3cyB3aG8ga25ldyBjb2ZmZWUgZHJpbmtzIHYEY3BvcwMyBGcDaWQtOTY3OTgEaW50bAN1cwRpdGMDMARsdHh0A0hvd2NvZmZlZWRyaW5rc2dvdG5hbWVzBG1wb3MDMQRwa2d2AzE2BHBvcwMwBHNlYwN0ZC1mZWF0BHNsawN0aHVtYmxpbmsEdGFyA2h0dHA6Ly93aG9rbmV3Lm5ld3MueWFob28uY29tLz9uYyZ2aWQ9MjU0MjI2NTMEdGVzdAM3MDE-/SIG=126a8bfac/EXP=1307375889/**http%3A//whoknew.news.yahoo.com/%3Fnc%26vid=25422653

*POST EDIT* Ok so that link is freakishly long!

Some Ron Paul Humor

A long long time ago I subscribed to the Libertarian newsletter but I've since become disinterested in them. However, this issue featured some Ron Paul jokes in the manner of the Chuck Norris jokes that became so popular on the Internet. I thought these are pretty good:

*Ron Paul has no alarm clock, but instead wakes every morning to the call of freedom.

* Ron Paul doesn't cut taxes. He kills them with his bare hands.

* Ron Paul doesn't go the gym. He stays fit by exercising his civil rights.

* Dr. Paul delivers babies without his hands. He simply reads them the Bill of Rights and they crawl out in anticipation of freedom.

* King Midas shook hands with Ron Paul once. Nothing happened.

* Ron Paul has two first names... and is proud of it.

* Ron Paul was born 75 years ago, but he is only 45.

And of course…

* Chuck Norris has a list of 5 people not to mess with. Ron Paul is all of them.

Why The Terrorists Hate Us

We let 10 year old girls sing our national anthem at our nationally televised sports championship games.

http://sports.yahoo.com/nba/blog/ball_dont_lie/post/Video-10-year-old-wows-NBA-Finals-crowd-with-so?urn=nba-wp4339

Now I'm going to be a mean old grouch, but I did find it a little too much. The girl was basically screaming at a high pitch and over exaggerating the low notes, but it was still better than most adult singers who give us way too much ornamentation after every phrase. There was no pitch way--yy-yy-yay-y---yyave that most adults add just to show off.

It's a good thing, and more proof our country is the best.

Fear of Dying

Last night my grandmother passed away, we had been expecting this for a week. She was my last grandparent, and I haven't seen her since I moved to Georgia. She didn't want to have a funeral, so there is no service.

My grandma had a big presence whenever she was around, she was very observant and sharp. She could also get under your skin, she had an endless need to talk and describe things at detail when she told stories, but she also had a tendency to argue. If she believed something was true, you couldn't shake her from that position.

When I think about all my other grandparents, I was most close with her. I realized several years ago after my grandfather died that she wasn't likely going to live 10 more years so I reached out and made an effort to keep in touch with her. This was also a difficult time because my parents weren't talking to my grandmother over something she said after my grandfather (her ex husband) passed away. It's true my grandmother could be a difficult person to understand, and sometimes she couldn't be tolerated, but I will still miss her.

The point of my post is a deeper thought. I've thought about this before but after a while I tend to forget. What we seem to fear most is death, but if you spend enough time thinking about it death is only a release. No, I don't want to die, that isn't natural. But I don't think it is death we fear, instead what we are afraid of is life itself. After all, it is in life that we dread death, perhaps we imagine death will be a continuous dreadful existence that lasts eternity?

It's in life that we have feelings, experience pain, and grow attached to what's familiar. In life we have things to protect, including other life, and we have a tiring need to stay alive as long as we can. If you think about it too long and add it all up it doesn't seem to have any point, no payoff, only one day we will die. And we don't know when we will die! How horrible is that?

I'm not trying to bum you out, only reflecting some common feelings towards life and death. My point is that once you understand that life is the big scary thing, death is more acceptable, but not welcome. I think the point is to relax and release your fear of dying and focus on living without fear. The good news is that you don't have to live in fear, these thoughts tend to take center when we focus on the unknown, but if you concentrate on what you do know and what you can do, the fear melts away. We don't have the option to live forever, at least not without dying first (and having faith), but we do have some choices in how we live. That's the big scary life option, live in fear or have fun and be happy!

I Don't Like This Cheese

Is there ever a good time to discover you don't like gouda cheese? I fixed some pre-made gnocchi tonight that came with a cheddar and gouda sauce mix. Yuck, I couldn't even finish it. That cheese smells like feet!

I should've been more careful. I recall from watching old cartoons that limburger cheese was the most lethal stinky cheese, and I'm sure gouda wasn't far behind.

Winning versus Losing

A few weeks ago I had a frustrating experience during my Sim Race on XBox Live. Last week I had a complete opposite experience and after thinking about the two I realized something. First, here's the exciting details about my fake racing...well, it's simulated but I take it so seriously.

Two weeks ago I had a decent race going. I ran third all night, and I wasn't expecting to finish any worse or any better. It was on the very last lap of a clean race that I turned into a corner just at the wrong time so my car hit a vicious bump that turned me up on two wheels before sending me tires over roof rolling to a deadly stop. Imagine a really bouncy rubber ball just hitting the edge of a curb and launching at top speed away from you, it's not coming back. This destroyed my car and I could barely limp around the track to finish in dead last.

I was so mad, I wanted to scream but my neighbors might have called the cops. I had laundry going at the other end of my apartment complex so I took a walk to cool off. I had many feelings, I was embarrassed but I was also mad at myself for losing focus. I also struggled to understand why I give such a trivial game so much of my time and energy. Still, I couldn't shake the awful feeling of shame and frustration for several days.

I had two options for the next race: I could spend the week angry with myself or I could focus harder. My best track was coming up next, so I chose to focus more. I practiced a lot all week, so once again I was invested in the race results. If I crashed again it would be so ridiculous I might never race again. There was a lot of pressure I put on myself, but in the end it proved beneficial.

Not only did I win the pole (I started first place), but I took a commanding lead the entire race, so I only had to drive as fast as I wanted to. The main competitor in my series is very good and has won every other race this season, except two. That night, I beat him soundly. He made two mistakes that cost him the race, and I had a flawless race.

I was happy and my team owner was pleased, but it also felt inconsequential. I wanted to brag and boast, but who cares what happens in some video game match besides the people involved? Sure I still think it was an accomplishment, with all the thoughts and feelings from the previous race weighing in, but in the end I think I spent more time in the place of frustration and dissappointment versus my successful follow up. I just didn't have a similar reaction.

This could apply to non-simulated situations as well. Think about a hefty bill and how that feels, versus an awesome discount or a rebate. Maybe I feel entitled, so my reaction to a freebie is more like "It's about time I got my break!" when maybe there are breaks every day. Perhaps the amount of time spent brooding over a have not or a failure overshadows the true wealth we normally have.

Ultimately my victory last week squashes the tumble I took before it, so perhaps next time something goes horribly wrong I won't feel so bad if there is still the possibility for sweet retribution. When that isn't a possibility, I better tread carefully!

A Singularity

I am convinced life can be defined by a singularity
Only forwards
Never backwards
And gravity is not a force of attraction
But the only resistance to a cold lethal nothing

Huddled around a small ball of heat
Steadily resisting the pull of nothing
Falling inwards keeps us warm
Always afraid of going outwards
To the space in-between the planets reach out to save us

Our science warns us that gravity is weak
So you can never take it back
You can never have it back
History belongs to the vaccuum

A weakly burning slowly aging life is still short
Immense stars that outnumber our dreams burn brightest intent on their own destruction
Yet in gravity they hold fast
Outliving the generations
A beam of light from what is no longer there
To mark the age of the only original survivors

Weakly pulling a tug from something somewhere unseen keeps calling me
Under duress I dare and escape
From a futile existence
There is no escape

Once I was so small
Yet I attracted the most attention
What force do I now possess
To repel life from a singularity?

Midnight June's Roommate Checklist

If you get a profile of a roommate that looks something like this, you'll be more likely to choose someone who isn't going to ruin your life or just bum you out. This comes from what I've read on your blog so I have an idea of the type of person you won't like having around.


"I'm a young college student who needs a warm place to crash. My favorite activities are talking loudly on the phone at all hours of the night, grooming my pets in doors and dancing randomly to rave music at 3 AM. I like to cook but I don't like doing the dishes, even if there is a dishwasher.

I have a sizable cardboard box collection and a few of them are flattened for storage, but I do require one extra closet space or at least a corner of the living room to store them in. I also own 3 ferrets that need plenty of exercise, a loud and unfriendly parrot that likes to try and bite people, and a very old pug that snorts all day and has issues with its bowels.

I'm a very friendly and welcoming person. I don't like to judge people for their decisions and lifestyle. Therefore, I tend to invite strangers over to spend the night. I'm looking for a home with a large couch or futon so my new friends will have a place to crash at night. I suffer from sleep apnea so I snore loudly, and I need room to stretch when I sleep so I don't ever share my bed. I'm hoping to move into a home that is open to all kinds of people, and that doesn't have a strict policy about having permission to keep company over at any time.

I get along with most people, but I can't stand it when a person talks down to me just because they make more money than me or pay more for rent. I don't like people who try to parent me and require me to do chores, I'm a mature adult who can take care of things when I decide to. I don't like when people dictate what I talk about. I'm not a puppet, I like to speak what's on my mind. It's important that when somebody has a problem with me that they tell me to my face.

I have my own car, but it has a very new look to it so I prefer to park it in a covered area especially when it gets windy outside. I don't like to live with people who are so stiff and predictable that they get upset if I decide to rearrange their things, especially if those things aren't used. Carpe diem, I like to live life by the moment! I hope my roommates won't be so uptight if their things get wet, because I think random water balloon parties are the most fun. It reminds me of being a child, I like most things that remind me of being a child. I miss being a child. I think most people are unhappy because they have too many responsibilities, and they would be better off without them.

So I'll be graduating in 6 to 7 years so I hope my roommates and I will be best friends until then."


So yeah, don't pick that person next time and you may find a responsible adult instead who goes to bed at a reasonable hour, who doesn't leave random people on the couch without warning (or just doesn't have people come over, didn't the spend the night thing end when we were 10?) and who won't touch your shit. Sadly, I was thinking of a few real people I've known who remind me of this person describing "themselves". I think you'll find a much better match next time, and soon this mess will be a memory.