observables that don't cummute can still have mutual eigenstates!

My CD player fades music in. Never really noticed that until now, but it's damned annoying.

I really meant to clean up today, but what was it I did? I sat here and played on the computer all day long, napped, watched TV.

Got the vilest Indian food on the world. It isn't that the food is bad, these guys just cooked it way the hell wrong. I was choking on chicken bones left and right, bit into a complete half of a lemon. Considering they were looking at me funny and laughing (God, I hate that), I wouldn't doubt they simply threw scraps into my rice and added a bit of curry. Nasty nasty. I'm never going back there again.

So what have I been doing staring at the screen all day. I did a sample history of US 66 through Texas, just to see if it could be done. I've been watching E! Television. E! is such a crappy network. The only thing worth watching is Talk Soup. But specials such as "The Women of WCW" and "Look at my tits" garbage makes me wonder what happened to humanity. We're a dying breed - our brains turning into Puree of Lowest Common Denominator.

I really got bored looking at the same RGB 128 0 0 screen and decided I needed some Windows wallpaper. I had a scene specifically in mind, but when this one called to me, I had to have it. Something about the determined defiance in her eyes I liked.

I present to you, in all it's glory, a shot from Macross - Do You Remember Love.



I need something to remind me to stand up and defy the crap that's going on.

I used to draw all the time. My talents have really degraded, since I stopped trying to sell my work, but this was what I wanted my stuff to look like. Look at the detail in the lips alone. Three shades of color in one spot. The detail. Mayhaps I will get there one day.

After I got done, and admired my m4d v1d30 c4p+ur3 skillz I made up a page about US 66, just to see ifI could do it. And I did. And it's nice.

Fuck you all who won't hire me. Bastards.

Beyond that, I've been sitting here, trying to find things to do while listening to the Monkees. Trying desperately not to fall into the black pit of despair. It's very hard. Despite what my journal has reflected since Day One, I'm usually a very happy person. I enjoy life, and my friends to the fullest. It's only just recently that the Fates have decided to put my head into a blender, making me just a nasty bitter person. I don't like it in the least, and when I finally get a job, I plan to take full control of my benefits and see a psychiatrist.

You're right, Alison. I've never known what it's like to be so black, until the last few weeks.

I want to be happy shiny again. I want to be whole. I've had huge chunks of life torn away from me in rapid succession. I want to be better. I want to be happy again.

I apologize to everyone reading this journal - it's much darker than even I thought it would be...I fully expected to be back on the Happy Track by now. Stick around. Hopefully it'll either get a lot better, or you'll have a fun time reading about The Perils of Jenn.

I'll be going back home, soon. I will finally be able to decompress, detoxify and unwind.

And now one of my favorite CDs has a huge gash in it.

observables that don't cummute can still have mutual eigenstates!

My CD player fades music in. Never really noticed that until now, but it's damned annoying.

I really meant to clean up today, but what was it I did? I sat here and played on the computer all day long, napped, watched TV.

Got the vilest Indian food on the world. It isn't that the food is bad, these guys just cooked it way the hell wrong. I was choking on chicken bones left and right, bit into a complete half of a lemon. Considering they were looking at me funny and laughing (God, I hate that), I wouldn't doubt they simply threw scraps into my rice and added a bit of curry. Nasty nasty. I'm never going back there again.

So what have I been doing staring at the screen all day. I did a sample history of US 66 through Texas, just to see if it could be done. I've been watching E! Television. E! is such a crappy network. The only thing worth watching is Talk Soup. But specials such as "The Women of WCW" and "Look at my tits" garbage makes me wonder what happened to humanity. We're a dying breed - our brains turning into Puree of Lowest Common Denominator.

I really got bored looking at the same RGB 128 0 0 screen and decided I needed some Windows wallpaper. I had a scene specifically in mind, but when this one called to me, I had to have it. Something about the determined defiance in her eyes I liked.

I present to you, in all it's glory, a shot from Macross - Do You Remember Love.



I need something to remind me to stand up and defy the crap that's going on.

I used to draw all the time. My talents have really degraded, since I stopped trying to sell my work, but this was what I wanted my stuff to look like. Look at the detail in the lips alone. Three shades of color in one spot. The detail. Mayhaps I will get there one day.

After I got done, and admired my m4d v1d30 c4p+ur3 skillz I made up a page about US 66, just to see ifI could do it. And I did. And it's nice.

Fuck you all who won't hire me. Bastards.

Beyond that, I've been sitting here, trying to find things to do while listening to the Monkees. Trying desperately not to fall into the black pit of despair. It's very hard. Despite what my journal has reflected since Day One, I'm usually a very happy person. I enjoy life, and my friends to the fullest. It's only just recently that the Fates have decided to put my head into a blender, making me just a nasty bitter person. I don't like it in the least, and when I finally get a job, I plan to take full control of my benefits and see a psychiatrist.

You're right, Alison. I've never known what it's like to be so black, until the last few weeks.

I want to be happy shiny again. I want to be whole. I've had huge chunks of life torn away from me in rapid succession. I want to be better. I want to be happy again.

I apologize to everyone reading this journal - it's much darker than even I thought it would be...I fully expected to be back on the Happy Track by now. Stick around. Hopefully it'll either get a lot better, or you'll have a fun time reading about The Perils of Jenn.

I'll be going back home, soon. I will finally be able to decompress, detoxify and unwind.

And now one of my favorite CDs has a huge gash in it.