Yesterday I went out to Julie's house to have a snowball fight. I was later notified, after the last bus home had run its route, that Julie didn't want to drive me home. See, that's why I hate accepting favors from people. They can discontinue them at any time, and it's bad manners to say anything about it if it fucks your shit up. "Oh, I don't mind driving you home anytime!" So I spent a dull 6 hours in the U-district waiting for the bus to start going. Whee, woopee, wahoo. Got home at 7 or 8, went to sleep real late this morning, woke up at 9 pm. It's the start of another productive day. I have lots of time. I should go to QFC and buy Coke. I vaguely remember already having a thing of Coke. Oh well. You can never have too much Coke.

A while ago, while watching TV at a friends house, I decided that the Coca-cola corporation's advertising campaign had been completely successful on me, and that I would evermore be inclined to look with favor upon their products, especially Coca-cola itself. This inane little revelation manifested itself during any TV commercial for beverages, during which I felt obligated to intermittently emit "Coke!". My sense of brand loyalty has been perverted into an unswaying allegience to Coca-cola and Coca-cola products. Other commercials and ads may attempt to secure a share of my interest, but it is impossible as I only see Coke; I only want to wear Coke stuff and Coke shoes and have Coke emblazoned across all my things. Others may drink Coke because Max Headroom does, or whoever the master corporation had last recruited to lead its cheers, but I drink Coke because It is Coke, and Coke is It.

Sometimes I get a little too involved in my absurd little games. If I'm not careful I could end up making a religion out of them. Speaking of religion, the aforementioned company is a hundred and eleven years old.

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Never mind. I will take a shower and then sit right back down here with a towel on my head.

Advertising just wouldn't be the same without all the faulty logic. TV in general, I guess.

Meep, oh, okay, meep, thanks, meep. That's. hmmmmm It's time to get caffeine.

Cold and rainy outside, but I got my fix. I feel like doing something time consuming that has no real impact on anything. Making test designs is the perfect free time activity for right now. This nocturnal schedule combined with being by myself all the time makes it almost seem like the rest of the world isn't really out there, or they all went to do something somewhere else. Fight a war, or catch a plane, maybe. Meanwhile I forgot to turn in my field trip permission slip, so I stay here in study hall. (This is a terrible metaphor, but it happened to me all the time in elementary school, so thats how I think of it.)

Post-modernist stupidity = irony. BUY COKE, FUCKER!

Life is a big part of T.V. -- Julie's roommate Mike