Stella & Pikachu

Today, I headed down to Robarts Library and tried to print my course syllabus for Organic Chemistry. The first computer I tried would not open the pdf file, so I had to scoot over to the second one; they're all in rows, and while most of them are at sit-down desks, the one I used was a stand-up.

So I sent the syllabus to the printer, but when I got to the printer, there was a sign saying that my card was no longer valid and I would have to upgrade to a new U of T card to access the funds on it to print.

Anyway, long story short, I'll print my syllabus tomorrow.

I then headed to Stella's Place with my brand new Diablo scarf that I had ordered previously and received in the mail yesterday, and when I arrived... the studio activity for the week was finger-knitting a scarf. So I started to finger-knit a scarf, but I quickly realized what a futile effort it would be to create something I had no need of. So with help from one of the facilitators, I finger-knit a cozy-thing for my Nintendo Switch.

Speaking of which, I'm excited to eventually play this game:

I'm not sure when I'll open it. I really should open it; I don't want to have too stressful of a semester.
It's getting really late and I have class tomorrow. I'm content with how easy it was to write all these words. Took me less than 10 minutes. Wow.

It feels good to feel alive again.

Typo checkup on 2024-03-16.

Arthurian message

Considering how gloomy my last post was... this cheers me up.

A laugh of despair

Gliding through the effervescent blinding light of the Dark Forest, I feel warm tears slowly dissolve into icicle trinkets that hang from my shocked eyes.

I saw Orion, the hunter today. He is as bright as ever. And I hate to use this word, because I despise it, because it is entirely true, that I am grateful that I can still see stars at night. I can even make out constellations. In the middle of a city.

In the middle, there was nothing but energies swirling around me. And I can't see. I can't see because the icicles melted away to be replaced by poisonous particles that exist because of the cancerous plague we've unleashed as a species.

So I laughed. I laughed a twisted cry of mercy, and the laugh was almost inhuman that I had no choice but to cry. So cry I did, for a fleeting moment, until the photons hurt me once more.

X-rays have nothing on the radiation... the radiation that perversely invades every soul caught in this City of Blinding Lights.

GBS & HW + Env't = Faith

George Bernard Shaw wrote: "Life is no brief candle for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations."

This mixes well with what Hayley Williams sings in Last Hope: "It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going. And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing."

As an environmentalist, the worst part of it is that too many people still drive SUVs solo everywhere in this dead water city. My worry is that what kids will be breathing in 50 years will not just be smog, but something more akin to smog-haze-sludge because of human irresponsibility.

In other news, I'm taking a 1st year chemistry course this semester at the best university in Canada. Wow!