o/` Nirvana – Plateau o/`
Woo, I’m on the N’s. Speaking of which, Naru_Chan commented recently about changing my mp3 collection over to ogg. Well, ogg an mp3 strip different things from a cd song when they are compressed to the file format, although I might not notice it in most songs, the quailty would not be as good as it was. *Shrugs* I am not really concerned about saving space anyway, the few mb here and there that converting from mp3 to ogg doesnt matter to me (the reason for this mp3 culling was only to get rid of the corrupted ones, the ones that made funny skips or crashed my mp3 player). Not to mention I have almost 2000 mp3s, and converting them from mp3 to ogg on the 300 mhz server box where they reside would take WAAAY too long for me to be comfortable with ;) Don’t fear tho, as of about 6 months ago, all the music i rip from CDs has been in ogg format *points to her growing ogg folder*
Be careful what you wish for. Last night I was thinking back to when I was in high school, I have some *severe* depression, I’m surprised my parents didn’t take more invasive action to help me… but I suppose they had better things to worry about. I was never brave enough to kill myself, I think they knew that, and even the one day that I got very close to it (a story unto itself), I was never able to carry it out. Good thing too. But in my cowardly depression I did sometimes hope I’d die in other ways. I never saw much of a future for myself… I thought I was supposed to die beause everyone else seemed so well put together (I know better now, they were just as lost as me, but better at hiding it). So I’d be riding in the car with my mother, and hope for an accident where I’d die. All sorts of morbid thoughts, sometimes I’d put myself in a dangerous situation so that the chance of death was higher, so it could be called an accident. I then played with all sorts of thoughts of whether I’d go to hell or not, I did want to die, but it wasnt actually suicide, how would God view such a thing? I was only vaguely religious at the time, but it was enough to make me wonder if there was a place for people like me in christian dogma.
Eventually it seemed to me that it wasn’t people like me, people with no plans, who often died… but those people who showed “so much promise” those people who had “great plans” those people who actually seemed happy, that died in most tragic accidents. So I was just doomed to wander in a depressed state, my life was just going to suck. I watched my neighbor Nancy, a wonderful person who was like a second mother to me and countless others, a woman who gave and gave her entire life, die from cancer. I wished I could take her place, why let someone so great die when a little depressed nothing like me was allowed to continue my miserable life? At least then I could die in peace, people would remember me as a young, smart, pretty girl and they wouldnt have to see all that I was destined to fail at.
I wasn’t goth. I wasn’t anything. I was fairly morbid, and I used Disney movies and toys to escape into a place where I could survive. It made me a little wierd, but at least I am here today to talk about it, I’m not completely crazy ;) Now why do I dig up all this stuff now? The entire issue with these irregular test results is scaring the hell out of me. I am not dwelling on worry, I would make myself sick doing that, but at 11 pm when I try to go to sleep, or while we are watching commercials, sometimes the thoughts creep up on me. What if it is cancer? What if this has the possibility to kill me? What if it’s removable but takes away my ability to have children? What if I have to spend the next few years on therapy and medication? Where will this leave me with Myk? In any of these cases I’d definately have to give him the option to opt out of our relationship, I doubt he would… but it would hurt me terribly to burden him with this. And I can’t help but wonder if those “wishes” I had at a teenager are finally catching up with me
, now that I am finally in a happy point in my life.
Now I realize the chances that this is cancer are small, but cancer is a very scary word, and I am a very good worrier ;) I am scared because it’s been a year since the first irregular result, has waiting possibly damaged me some? *sigh* It’s all just very scary… Even if it’s not cancer it is quite possibly a problem that will need to be carefully watched, possibly something that needs to be surgically removed. Why can’t I just be healthy for once in my life?
I am not looking for pity, I’m way beyond that… this is just my weblog dammit, and currently this is a great worry of mine, hehe. I’ll move on now.
Last night Myk and I were both pretty down, luckily when we are both depressed we both spend all our time trying to cheer each other up.. so eventually a decent mood usually prevails. Unfortunately I find myself very happy that it’s friday, because on friday I can drink and not have to worry about sleeping well or getting up in the morning! Why is this unfortunate? Because I hate to drink because I’m depressed, when I drink when I am depressed I either melt further into a puddle of depression and feel absolutely terrible, or I get into this fake happiness that has absolutely no content to it what so ever, I have a terrible tendancy to talk a lot, and I find myself walking the fine line between happy drunkenness and being completely miserable.
Ok, I am really going to change the mood of this entry. I must think of happy things! So I went to a new irc server yesteray. It’s called nitrousnet.net. Seems to be like 16 servers, with a population of about 300. It lags, it splits, and I can’t see half the people join the channel, but it’s the new home of #brit-cit, a room that I was a member of for a bit. And hey, at least the services seem more stable than our crappy (windows!) ones on psiblade. So #brit-cit is pretty much the same, pretty slow actually… so I was wandering around other channels, found one called #linux … which seems to be dead despite the one person there, then there is #linux-help which is almost equally is dead, i had one person ask where I was from, then wandered back into oblivion. I don’t think I’ll stay on this server long, it’s pretty flakey.
That wasnt particularly happy. Ummm… Ah, I think I am going to expand on this php admin page for my site. Instead of having the php and mysql controlling just the updates section, I am considering writing more modules so it can control each of the menus too. I might never see the html of my index page again! Hehe. I helped my buddy from #goddess install the basic admin page last night… actually I didn’t exactly help, I sent him the package and he read the readme, apparently all he needed help with was making sure all the right libs were installed so php and mysql could talk to each other (sent me a screenshot of the php not recongnising the mysql commands), seems like he has everything working now tho… it feels so good to have someone using something I made! *grins*
So I don’t know if I have mentioned this (I just scanned through previous entries, doesnt look like I have), but this friend of Myk’s and mine, Ed (N-Tropy on IRC, we know him through real life tho) has been talking to me a lot lately. Apparently he has been working on a php admin backend for his site too, completely coincidentally I guess, but it’s been cool bouncing ideas for our admin pages off each other. He has more experience with PHP than I do and can sometimes help me out when I am stumped with a silly “i’ve been looking at code for too many hours” problems, hehe. Anyway, Myk seems to think that Ed is offering me help because he harbors some sort of attraction to me. Gah! He even asked me if I was “being nice to Ed” … well of course I am! I am treating him like I always have. Bleh.. even if he did have some sort of attraction to me (which I doubt), why should Myk be concerned? Does he feel a threat? Come on, Ed is almost 30, ca
n’t find a stable job (he’s into computers too, obviously), and he’s a bit weird. I mean he’s a cool friend, but DEFINATELY not my type, and definately doesn’t hold a candle to Myk %) Besides, I love Myk! Bah, he shouldnt worry so much. At least he’s not paranoid like my ex was “if a guy talks to you he likes you, so dont talk to him anymore” bleh, that sucked %)
Right, so that took me forever to write, hehehe, *looks at the time* Hrm, almost 2 and I havent done much today. *wanders off to begin working on her menu admin module*


