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Jay got a new G5. It’s without a doubt the sexiest piece of machinery I have seen in quite some time, and certainly the coolest thing in this flat at the present moment. (Topping my G4, I suppose). So today marks the new era for Jay’s computing and designing, a new enlightenment of ease and artistic freedom. So to Windows, adieu. This also marks my second Mac conversion of a best friend, within several months in fact. Perhaps a future in sales is in the cards for me, or maybe it’s just the fact that Macs sell themselves.

Pictures taken this weekend at the Mardi Gras Party. I don’t know most of these people and will likely never see them again. Don’t ask me who they are, I don’t know or really care, its just photography.

And so on to my comments of Mardi Gras. I am ever amazed at college life in general, and the alluring power of a grungy frat house basement, but my confusion into human behavior is renewed by this, a holiday dedicated to sin. I don’t understand how plastic beads can be used as currency, by civilized and borderline-educated individuals, to purchase acts of depravity that would otherwise be illegal and deemed unacceptable, even for the exchange of Dollars, Pounds, Euro or Yen. I don’t understand how a seemingly nice girl, with good diction, will throw herself at a scumbag fellow just because she likes his apparel. I don’t understand why people piece their tongues, or how others are attracted to it, so much so that they will engage in kissing for no reason. No reason at all. Beads are not a reason. I don’t understand why the only girls I am attracted to wear no make-up and are fully clothed, and I truly don’t understand why I find myself powerless to talk with them. Perhaps I just have nothing to say.

This Mardi Gras at AKL House, New Brunswick was relatively low-key (and low-brow). Anibal and others went to New Orleans, the birthplace of Mardi Gras and the death place of all this normal. This is a place where “fair is foul and fair is fair, hang in the fog and filthy air” LITERALLY. Its a place where you step in liquid no matter where you walk, where you see signs painted in blood and naked people confront you on the street. And this is based on my experience walking casually on a Wednesday afternoon. (Doesn’t anyone work in this town). I cannot begin to conceive a visual of the madness that is Mardi Gras. Perhaps the remnant revelry of the English, French, Spanish and Africans blend in such a way that the air itself, and water and buildings and trees and every other part of a city collide in such a strange harmony that people are drawn to it the way men were lured by the sirens’ song. Call me Odysseus.

Anibal doesn’t understand why I didn’t kiss a single girl this weekend or why I don’t do one-night stands (on a regular basis) or why I don’t drink, but I wouldn’t expect him to. He can have Mardi Gras, I still get Halloween.

And then its all back to normal. People from Arizona to Zimbabwe flock to N’Orleans to escape their day-to-day and enjoy a week or so of pure Dionysian madness and then all back to their lives as quickly and abruptly as were interupted. No evidence, no regrets. And when I wake up the next morning, and peer at my ever-aging visage in the glass, I may not see a handsome man, or a rich man, or any other spectacular man, but at least I see my true reflection, purely spoke and chaste as Diana. I hide nothing from that fellow who stares at me many times in a day and countless times in a life, just as I hide nothing from anyone else. He sees me for what I am, and I see him for what I will become if I am not careful. Does that make sense?.

So to all the revelers, Mardi Gras or otherwise, I hope it was worth it.

It’s hard enough waking up in the morning to go to class once a day, but doing it twice is hell. Today, as every Tuesday, I find myself drained by the early morning and late afternoon class schedule which requires me to nap in between. Its not that big a deal, except I always seem to run out of daylight and business hours.

The combination of false, non-sticking snow and long, boring, overly-worded lectures has a way of depressing the hell out of me. Generally, I am no so easily depressed but there are times when I, like the rest, just want to turn off my brain and go into a coma. And stay there. I don’t have anything important to say.

So I didn’t win Mr. Drexel. Oh well. The fact that I wasn’t the winner, or even a fan favourite doesn’t really upset me as much as the fact that I know things would have been a lot different if Kat hadn’t played me out and left me with no partner at the last minute – that was no fun.

I suppose its not entirely her fault, I should have been reminding her constantly instead of just a single reminder. Then again, thats what a reminder is, usually singular. Well, I learned my lesson, never depend on a woman for my own personally glory. And if I ever have to depend on a woman for things in general, I need to nag the hell out of them so they don’t forget, blow me off, make other plans, play me out, or mess with some other guy, as has been known to happen to fellas…and myself.

And so the struggle continues, to find logic and rationale in the errors I make with the opposite sex, to determine how they work and how, if at all, I can make them work for me, for my enjoyment, betterment, or general satisfaction. In time, I want to work for them, or rather ‘her’, but thats another story.

I’m making pretty good use of my weblog, I reckon. True, the site is far from complete, but that’s what happens in my busy life, things get pushed to the back burner for a while until I get really frustrated and focused, usually on a weekend after being dissed by some girl. Grrr. Still, I’m glad I put in the time and actually figured out how to produce a proper working blog, this will come in handy when I travel more, because I can have random shit saying “today, I saw Stonehenge. Tomorrow, Gibraltar” or something to that effect. Dig. Cool. Yea. *sigh*

Somehow, I got sick. Not terribly sick, not afflicted or ailed or taken ill but just sick. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, except for the fact that I have dance auditions and tomorrow have to go home and then Saturday is Mr. Drexel and I have no time to relax, not this weekend. Rather annoying, more than anything else.

highlight of the Day: Girls Gone Wired. I voted for Morgan, but I think Sarah and Laura will also do well. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

I think the problem is a lack of subject matter rather than a lack of a mobile camera platform. I have never ever ever in my life said to myself, I wish I had a camera attached to this phone, partially because I often carry a camera (although don’t take nearly as many photos as I would like) and partially because its ridiculous. If all these people are taking pics with their phones, where are the images? I don’t think I have ever seen a cell shot, because anyone who is tech savvy enough to have a weblog, or even a regular website and such will most likely own a digital camera. For that matter, I would say that most people who are tech savvy have digital cameras anyway and would therefore choose not to buy a camera phone because they know how ridiculous they are. Which leads me to ask the inevitable question – who uses camera phones? I don’t think I have ever seen on up close.

So its official, I am going to graduate without having had the chance to take a single design, art, foreign languages, physical ed, shop, or history class (unless you count History of Jazz which is really a music class). I did manage 3 English/Lit classes and 2 dance technique classes but the fact still remains, its a crappy system. I think whats worse than not having choices about taking a range of courses is the fact that we are mislead the entire time into thinking that the entire University is open to us and we can take whatever our minds are craving, just to give a test to a foreign subject. Nope. Pre-reqs, major-only restrictions as well as curriculum boundaries have killed all that. And when I get my degree, I will be so thoroughly uneducated its not even funny. How can I call myself educated knowing I didn’t take of the above type of classes over the course of 5 years. Sucks.

So www.perezfox.com v4 officially works. Its not terribly pretty but it works, the weblog and the domain and all. Now the fun begins of trying to customize it all and make it hot. This will take some time but at least the site is functional and I can make frantic rant-like entries from any web browser, which is so nice.

More as it develops.

LUL threw a party at Toto. Jay and I were there. Lot’s of drunk people, crowded dance floor, overpriced drinks, you know how it goes.

There is something so insulting that comes with each homework assignment a professor gives. It’s hard to describe really, its a combination between embarrassment and pure caustic animosity to admit to myself, and to anyone else, that I have to go home and do homework for the seemingly pointless reason merely to hand it in the following week.

I’ve nearly completed an entire University degree in Engineering and I admit truly that I have learned nothing by ever doing a homework assignment. Papers, yes. Projects, yes. I do them, there seems to be some a sort of pride associated with completing a project or a paper – when its over, you can read it or hang it up or show it to someone else, but homework is one of the most thoroughly unrewarding things I do on a weekly, if not daily, basis. And yet, I still find myself doing it, just for the sake of doing it, not to piss of my professors, or sink my grade, or perhaps to simply evade that look on my father’s face when I bring home non-A’s.

Currently, GPA stands at 3.4. I have no doubt it would be damn near 4.0 if not for homework.

So, yea, apparently I figured out how to create a functional weblog using Movable Type. Thats pretty cool considering how mad it was driving me for the past few weeks. In reality, I have learned a lot these past few weeks between this and the LUL site on which I am working – or rather doing the entire thing by myself.

So, yea, the day wears on and this is basically just another test. These entries will probably both be deleted when I move to perezfox.com, in a few days.