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[RedKing]

I was late to work today, and stuff was exploding even before I was supposed to come in.

Wait...you work as a defense contractor. Are talking exploding in the figurative or literal sense? 'Cause the latter would make for a way more interesting work day.



EDIT: Sadness -- noticing that January's already been a busy month for Toady's banhammer, and we're not even halfway through it. Did people make a bunch of resolutions to be bigger jackasses or something?

[Rose]

Did people make a bunch of resolutions to be bigger jackasses or something?

I know I sure did.

Haven't been following it well though.

[dragnar]

Damnit. Interesting plot twist in an online RPG I'm playing, and all I can do is sit here frustrated by not knowing what's going on. I'm going to be sitting here, unable to think about anything else, until next week's session when it (hopefully) gets worked out. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I get WAY too worked up about secrets that other people know... were this something only the GM knew, I'd be fine with it. But it's something that happened over PMs, causing one of the other characters to suddenly run off and join the enemy... according to the GM, without magic involved. GAH! It's knowing MOST of things that I can't stand... *sigh* and this is why I read novels in one sitting, no matter the length.

[Nadaka]

I was late to work today, and stuff was exploding even before I was supposed to come in.

Wait...you work as a defense contractor. Are talking exploding in the figurative or literal sense? 'Cause the latter would make for a way more interesting work day.

Figuratively. Unscheduled expoding of hazmat would be very bad.

[RedKing]

But...but...everything's better with explosions!!

---Rule #14 of Everything I Need to Know, I Learned From Michael Bay

[timotheus]

I hate Yahoo OMG (http://omg.yahoo.com). I hate it so much. I don't care, I don't want to know about celebrity news. But, I keep going back to it, no matter how hard I try not to.

I've got to mess with my /etc/hosts file and add some urls..

[Kagus]

Lessee here, what's made me sad today...  Oh, I know!

I spent the last year in the Norwegian military, experiencing more pain, cold, exhaustion and meaninglessness than I previously had dreamed possible.  Then, shortly after our summer vacation (which I spent sick with my second bout of pneumonia that year), I met a girl who I quickly hit it off with, and we eventually fell in love.  My first relationship since my two year "engagement" to a girl which ended when I was 4 years of age.

The thought of her kept me alive through the rest of the pointlessness and strain I was put up to.  I spent all available time with her, and she presented the option that I could spend Christmas with her, and when I was done with the military I could move in with her and we could start our lives together in earnest.

Each time I met her again, the rest of the world vanished.  Every time I left, my heart shattered.  I had purpose and direction in my life.

Then, four days before my honorable discharge and the start of our life together in the civilian world, she informed me over Skype that we could no longer be together, claiming that I was "too good of a person to be with someone like her".


With no home to go back to, no job, and no idea what to do, I was pulled in by my best friend whose wife had just given birth to a baby girl.  I've spent my time since then wandering in a haze of confusion, doubt and uncertainty.  I reach out at whatever strands look like the potential next step, but have no faith in myself to actually pull on one.

I cannot force her out of my mind, and I cannot answer the questions that remain as to what her true reason was, or why she neglected to mention that something was wrong in the weeks leading up to her announcement, instead acting as though everything were okay and still making plans for us for when I'd get back.

In addition, all those I knew who had been single in the year(s) leading up to 2012 suddenly found their loves sprouting from the woodwork.  The only notable exception was a girl I knew who was dumped by her live-in boyfriend of three years only a week before I myself became a born-again single.

But it was foolish of me to imagine we could find some sort of comfort in each others' loneliness, as it was barely a week after I came out of the military that she had found not only a body to warm her bed, but three different suitors lined up to present their best.  So much for a sympathetic soul.


So here I am, pressured by the decisions I have to make, right now, in order to ensure that my life actually stumbles forward, and in hopefully the right direction...  Haunted by the thought of a girl who I still cannot decide whether to love or to hate, and the hole I'd dug into my heart to make room for her.

Moreover, I can't help but shake the feeling that I should already be over this, that I should already be moving on.  I just don't seem to be going anywhere.

I'm still grasping at straws to try and find something to give me comfort, some way to assure myself that things will get better, to scratch the itch.  To brush it off and see the new possibilities that, surely, must be waiting for me.  Nothing seems to fit.  And as I try and clutch at those around me for support and sympathy, I find that I am startlingly lacking in people I trust, or that I trust to be able to help.


Yeah, pretty sure that's what made me sad today.  It stands between that, or that the pre-made pizza I ate today was soggy in the middle.  That's kind of a bummer too.

[ChairmanPoo]

For what it's worth, I think you should try to center on self-improvement (in the learning and education and job experience sense, not the "sweet inanities self help book" sense) and not just hook up with someone because you feel lonely (yes, I know this is easier said than done). People can forsake you, and you can lose your material goods, but experience and skill is for keeps.

Also for what it's worth: your profile says you're 21. By the time I was 23, I had grown much less heartachey and prone to infatuation than I used to be. What I mean to say is that the bleak lovesick outlook is something that fades eventually, so at worst (or at best, I guess, depending on your outlook) you have a couple of years of that left.

[MAurelius]

Strangely enough I'm sad that the vast majority of native English speaking Americans can't write or speak English even 1/100 as well as Kagus, who is apparently Norwegian.

[Blargityblarg]

Strangely enough I'm sad that the vast majority of native English speaking Americans can't write or speak English even 1/100 as well as Kagus, who is apparently Norwegian.

Kagus, I think, lived in America but maintained dual citizenship, which meant he had to go for mandatory service in the Norwegian military, which he has just finished.

[Truean]

My sleep schedule is rather insane. I'm going to bed at .... 2ish... 3ish am and waking up at about 7.... "Waking up," isn't really what I do at 7 AM but it's what I'm going to say it is, because I'm sure I'm still quite asleep. I kinda hope I get this day job thing. The hours and lack of appreciation are killing me. 

[Kagus]

I'm a little bit of each.  Born in Norway to a Norwegian father and American mother, moved to the states before I was a year old, spent four months in India (see "India fortress" in my siglinks), signed up for a year at Norwegian folkehøgskole while I was there (see "Sandy fjord" in siglinks), finished that out, went back to the states for a bit, Norway again for New Year's 2010, where I found out I'd been drafted.  Queue military service 2011 (yeah, that's right, the third link).

As to the lack of callouses on my heart, I'm not sure if I'm reacting so heavily to this because of my innocent heartachey-ness, or because of my logical mind which is STILL trying to find the answers as to what really happened, and rebels against the confusing explanations she kept coming with.


But, yeah...  I was well aware that I lived in a country that couldn't speak its own damned language.  I was apparently ranked as having English reading comprehension at a university-grade level when I was 9 years old.  I don't know if that says something good about me, or something bad about American universities...

[Lord Shonus]

"University level" comprehension is quite good. While I forget teh exact means of determining it (It was explained to me when I was evaluated as such when I was 7, so quite a long time ago) the examples of books that you should be able to follow included Dickens and Twain, two of the most difficult authors in the English language.

[Sirus]

My question is: Do native Norwegians constantly speak and write perfect Norwegian? Or do they use local slang and dialects?

I assume it's the latter, because my theory is that the problem isn't natives unable to handle the language, it's that they handle it too well. Language rules get relaxed when there's a very good chance that the person you're conversing with will understand you anyway.

[Kagus]

Haha, yeah, some of them are actually nice enough to write cleanly, but there are a LOT of very entertaining dialects and everyone is so damned proud of them that they have to use them every chance they get...  This doesn't get any easier with the fact that there are essentially two different versions of Norwegian, and they're different enough to basically be two separate languages.

And, well...  I read The Hobbit when I was 7 or 8, does that count?  I honestly don't remember a thing from it, my mom just told me I picked the thing up and read it.  Well, actually, she gave it to me to get me to stop reading The Godfather, which she deemed a little age-inappropriate...


I assure you, everything's gone right downhill from there.