Diary

OK, after three days in a row when absolutely no one has even taken a look at my blog, I have to do something, even though I didn't intend to. I am overcrowded with various homeworks, labworks and all the other shit I have to do or else I will get my head cheerfully chopped off my shoulders and I was thinking of taking a little break from blogging, but I can't bear to look at the stats of my blog tumbling down.

First and foremost, yay for me and for my new band. I can already tell that the band is the most awesomestest band I have ever been a part of even if I have yet to play with them in a rehersal. The dudes are very fun to be with, very friendly, very approachable and outright great. I don't know how all the music playing, rehersing and creating stuff will go, but I am sure it will be great as well. At least they seem to be quite good musicians from what I've heard.

This kind of brings up problem that arises every time when I join a band - what should I do with the material of my old, already dissolved band? I have weighed various options for a long time, but haven't found a solution. On one hand, the material is great, the music is awesome, the lyrics are meaningful and it would be a pity if all of it simply disappeared. On the other hand, it is very, VERY difficult to get my previous band mates together for a reunion and recording the damn thing for real and for good. I want to do it badly, but they are simply unenthusiastic about it. This gives me another choice though - claiming the rights for all the songs and give them all to my new band, leaving the old bandmates credited for their input in small letters in the CD sleeve. Of course, I can be nice and only claim the songs where I had the most input (that would leave six songs out of twelve)... I simply don't know.

Of course, sooner or later we will have new material with the new band and maybe it won't be a problem at all, because I will forget the old band, but I think it's more likely I will still want to publish the songs... And I'm actually hoping for surprise reunion next year or the year after that.

And now I go fuck with labworks again.

RIGHT NOW: Fucking with labworks, d'uh.

I wrote a blog entry a couple of days ago but I deemed it to be too stupid to be postable. See, I have some quality control here after all. And it wasn't a very interesting rant anyway. No rants are interesting when written more because of boredom than anger.

Anyway, my great programming spree is over. A little test from Management is all that remains this week, and as far as I know, it's going to be a piece of cake. A program for my friend was very simple and a joy to write (seriously!), even though the numeric method it implements sucks a lot. Well, that's how it's meant to be after all - easy things don't work well usually. My own program... Well, let's not talk about it. After I wrote a page of its documentation (yes, we are required to provide documentation for our programs), I decided I can't bare it much longer and decided to rather get a zero for it than waste my time and brain cells. Linear algebra was never my forte and writing programs that implement the theorems of linear algebra - even more so. The third program - about concurrent programming using monitors - went fairly well though, which was kind of nice, given that I had only ten minutes to spend on it. Yes, I am fast.

Anyway, fuck the programming. It's not about it. I can't get my mind to programming anyway now.

My cat is quickly fading away. Just this morning she was able to jump up about a meter on a washing machine. Right now she's lying on the ground with her rear legs almost completely paralized. It seems that cancer finally reached the vital organs and nerves, so she has maybe a week to live... if we don't euthanize her, that is. I think we will do it, because it's a really pitiful sight to see her like that. The poor creature... It's a bit early to write all the good memories about the cat. It will quite probably be my next post. Right now I just wish that she will suffer as little as possible.

RIGHT NOW: Trying to make my cat feel comfortable during the last days (hours?) of her life. Death is a terrible terrible thing...

Fuck fuck fuck and fuckity fuck, it seems I spent last night thinking so much about the stuff I was going to blog about that I totally forgot to write anything in the blog! Very clever of me, especially when I don't remember most of the planned stuff right now anyway. OK, so let's try to remember everything...

First and foremost of all, I got an invitation to join a band. It is about a year since the last time I played in a band, so it came both as a pleasant surprise and a huge headache since most of my hardware wasn't used for that period of time and my skills aren't as mad as they used to be, and they weren't too mad even then. Anyway, I believe I will be able to cope with it... barely. I have three programs to write in the upcoming week - one in Java, one in C++ and one in Python - and they must be finished until Friday. There are no other variants - either they are finished by them or I am dead. Of course, the wonderful part about it is that I have started doing none of them yet.

This brings me to another great thing - the meeting of Lithuanian Formula One fans. OK, I can clearly see some of the people who know me a tad better than average confused. Yes, you remember it right - I absolutely hate Formule One as it is now. Doesn't matter really - I'm there to party and to promote some other racing series as well. However, this also means that I will most probably be absolutely unable to work on the three programs. This leaves me precisely four days and four nights for everything...

And I'll be damned if I don't make it.

RIGHT NOW: I have just spent three (four?) hours playing snooker online with my friend. That was quite fun actually, however, we're both terrible players and have lots and lots of things to improve. Well, if we play it as much as we played today, it might take quite a short time... and I will have even less time for the programs. Argh...

Oh, and yay for my new haircut. People say I look like a human being at last... What a nice way to put it, isn't it? Anyway, I kind of like it.

A day when you have to carefully read through 500 lines of code to find, what causes segmentation fault is not what I call a good day.

A day when you have to find an eternal cycle in the same lines of code after you catch the cause of segmentation fault isn't fun either.

Knowing that tomorrow you have a midterm test of Data Bases from SQL, when you have never in your life studied SQL and you have never ever been to Data Bases lectures - simply priceless.

Well, at least it snowed a bit today. I love snow.

I have a couple of thousands of Python lines still to come. Small part of them - tomorrow. A bigger chunk - next week.

Why why oh why do I understand programming? I could be some stupid moron instead and study... I don't know, marketing, management, anything else? Or, on another hand, why am I not a chick and can't use their *blink blink*, *look at me, I'm so cute, ain't I, so you wouldn't hurt me with a bad mark, would you?* and other special weapons that would help me immeasurably in this situation?

RIGHT NOW: Reading Phillip K. Dick's "A Scanner Darkly". I actually saw the movie first and was impressed (because Keanu Reeves is soooo cute, and I'm not even gay (no matter what Tiffy says)). I have also read Dick's "Ubik", which is also a very weird book. But they are well written weird books, I can give him that.

P.S. Sorry for a bit harder on the eyes blog background, but the previous got bugged for no apparent reason, and it's too late to spend additional five minutes carefully choosing from the pregenerated blog layouts (like I would ever bother with creating my own layouts anyway).

Oh... my... god... how scared I was today. Well, theoretically there was absolutely no reason for me to get that frightened, but theory and practice sometimes go differently. Anyway, there I was with one of my coursemates (the most favouritest of my coursemates, I must say, enter any droolings and overexagerated superlatives here you deem to be necessary). I was helping her with homework a bit (anyone who says "sure you were" in a sarcastic tone after reading this sentence will be shot on sight). I was perfectly informed that she has a boyfriend long time ago, but... let's be honest, I hoped to never ever meet him. However, the damn bastard came to her today right when we were doing homework.

I don't know, what got into me. We weren't doing anything that might have upset him even slightly, but I still went "Oh shit". I was ready to be killed instantly, smeared onto the wall or something else equally terrible happen to me. Anyway, I managed to gather my thoughts soon enough, so we just shaked hands, introduced ourselves... and I got the fuck out of there.

If you don't understand, why should I feel scared of him... Well, I don't either. But I would seriously rather not meet him ever again. That dude scares me just as much as that coursemate attracts, which is quite a lot.

RIGHT NOW: Converting Las Vegas oval from daylight to night. Saying that it doesn't go too good would an understatement. However, given (the lack of) tools I use for it, maybe the result isn't that bad after all. Anyway, I still think that the biggest problem with anything I and my online racing friends do is the lack of competitors, not quality of tracks, cars and other modifications we do. So if you know anyone interested in racing modded F1 Challenge 99-02... Champcar mod, to be more precise... feel free to inform them.

If you're really really interested, I am pretending to study for statistics midterm right now, which will be in an hour or so.

Whatever happened to my weekends? Right now it seems I'm doing a lot more work at weekends than I am on weekdays!

On a side note, my new pants are noisy. I didn't notice it until last night, when I went to the happy place. God, this was the first time when I seriously tried to walk as silently as possible, because my pants were making noise while walking!

OK, this will be it. I don't have any idea what else to write, because nothing fucking happens right now, and I work whole day, and it's boring.

RIGHT NOW: Eating breakfast, d'uh.

Hurray for me, as I finished my concurrent programming homework, yay! Actually, it would have been a very easy one, but professor decided to make everything quadruply difficult by imposing limit on the lengths of arrays. Not just any limit, but eight elements. Eight elements for a bloody application which works with 40 chunks of data! OK, I know, most of you don't understand a shit and saying that I had to setup nine semaphores instead of one will not impress you. Let's just say that it's like making absolutely random things work in an orderly fashion - bloody hopeless and brain hurting.

Today during a lecture of complex analysis (I'm the only one mad enough to have picked that subject) professor made me a cup of coffee while I was busy solving a problem. To say that I was pleasantly amazed would be a serious understatement. Even knowing that I don't like coffee all that much. Now that is what higher education in Lithuania is lacking a lot - interaction between students and professors on more levels than just lectures and studies. I am really impressed.

And I'm starting to think that it's getting a bit too obvious that I really enjoy spending my time with one of my coursemates and try to go somewhere with her a bit too often... Ah well, like I care. Like my chances to score anything bigger aren't infinitesimal anyway, so I think I'll let the people think what they want to think.

RIGHT NOW: Thinking, whether I should put links to the stuff I am talking about. Maybe I can rely on my readers' abilities to Google themselves? Hmmm... Anyway, right now I am listening to Pink Floyd - The Wall album, easily one of my favourite musical creations of the previous century.

Last time I tried to be brief, I wrote one of the longest posts in this blog (out of four).

This time I ain't doing that mistake. It's 2:45 am and I want to sleep badly..

By the way, today something went 'click' in my brain and all of a sudden I started enjoying concurrent programming and started thinking its problems are actually cool. Either I am going insane or the world is going to end in 24 to 48 hours from now.

By the way squared, Tiffy raised my girl-o-meter up to 15% just because this blog is called diary. Oh come on, don't try to tell me only girls write diaries.

RIGHT NOW: I have just watched Scott Nicholson's video review of Blue Moon City boardgame. The dude is really awesome at presenting boardgames and his reviews are really worth watching... if you're interested in boardgames, that is.

This... day... was... bloody... boring. I spent most of it procrastinating, and when I managed to convince myself to do something, it was Java app I have to do for Wednesday, because there was nothing better to do! I feel like I am degrading more and more day by day. This shit is terrible. Seriously. Think about it.

I did my Concurrent Programming homework because it was the funniest thing I could do at the moment.

If that doesn't strike fear or sense of pity into your hearts, you're a heartless motherfucker.

Anyway, late in the evening my sanity came back for a while. In the spring I got hooked with paper modelling. I grew tired of it after a while, mainly because the model I picked was crappy, but this autumn I got interested again and now I'm building an "Albatros" airplane. It's not too fancy and it's not a very difficult model, and it will definitely look weird because my skills are crap, but hey, this is ten million times funnier than coding concurrent shit.



RIGHT NOW: Watching Eddie Murphy's "Delirious" stand-up. Admitedly, he's not my favourite comedian of all times (I like Stephen Lynch, Pablo Francisco, Russell Peters, Monty Python (all six of them), Rowan Atkinson etc. a lot more), but heck, he still got some good jokes. And what's a better way to waste your night anyway?