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I was half way through a conversation with one of the grooviest American chicks I
know. Nissa. We were talking abut trenchcoats and other such things, when at about
4:05 we both got up to go and get a coke. We were having a webcam conversation. Then
we were talking about how my coke was flat, seeing as it was from last night. She
said she had atleast 2 Twelve Packs in her house, she thinks she is addicted to the
stuff.

At this point I was trying to draw things. It was nearing half past, and she told me
she'd give me an idea, and a challenge to draw something. I was waiting. I waited a
while, while she typed, trying to explain what it was.

The challenge was a girl beginning to walk up a really long and winding staircase, that disappears, and fades away. She's got stiches where wings had been cut out, and the title of the piece is to be, 'Staricase To Heaven'. This should be challenging.
We kept on talking, she drew a little picture of me in paint, and sent it to me,
then went to bed at 5:08. Well, it would've been around 10:30 for her.

5:21, and I was bored out of my mind. Couldn't wait to get to Fudoshin training. I
decided to go and have a bite to eat. I ate some toast, and got ready for training.

My step-father drove me to the dojo, and I was there at quarter to seven. It started
at seven. There was only Soke, Sensei Daniel, Sempai Matthew, and myself there. It
was a fun lesson never-the-less, we were basically harmonising with attacks for the
whole time. If only there had been more people for the first day back.

When I came back, it was 8:39, and I went and got a drink, and had some more toast.
I drank water, seeing as there was only crap juice that I didn't like. It was
nearing nine, and I sat in my room, drinking my water, and playing UC on my Xbox. That was fun for the few minutes that I played. Just before 9, I started to wash the dishes.

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NEUROCAM QUESTIONAIRE - NCI-1001/02

1. How did you hear about Neurocam?

Through a process of biologically mediated memetic transmission. But just as a neurological synapse is unable to initiate a response unless there is a degree of conformational specificity to the neurotransmitter, I venture that there will be a differences to those who will respond to Neurocam.

“Let those with eyes see, let those with ears hear.” – Yehoshuah ben Miriam

2. What are your expectations of Neurocam?

I hold no expectations about anything, and thus I am seldom disappointed.

3. What is your lucky number?

According to the Random Integer Generator at www.random.org, my lucky number upon submission of this report is 100.

4. Do you instinctively turn left or right?

Over a great distance any instinctual turn will be indistinguishable from walking ahead in a straight line. As a long term thinker, the answer is yes.

5. Complete this sentence - "Neurocam is."

Neurocam is not a Google Who.
Neurocam is not a Google What.
Neurocam is not a Google Where.
Neurocam is not a Google When.
Neurocam is not a Googlism. (http://www.googlism.com)


APPLICANT PERCEPTION ASSESSMENT NCI-2001/01

4.00 pm "I will interpret every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with my soul." – Oath of the Master of the Temple, Aleister Crowley

4.15 pm A strong wind arrives...an ill wind that bloweth no man to good? We shall see.
4.30 pm Performed some Google searching on neurocam blogs to see if other sleepers are waking.

4.45 pm random act of bibliomancy upon copy to hand of “Albertus Magnus, being the approved, verified, sympathetic and natural Egyptian Secrets or White and Black Art for Man and Beast” – page 91 - “If desirous to See Miraculous Things”

“Take Argentumorium and wrap it up in a rag, and write, with wolf’s blood, upon parchment: Ada, Aba ebe, thanat do, Zancha Agola, Zaboha. Whoever carries these words on his persons will be honoured by everyone. What he asks for he will receive. If held before a lock, the same will open unto him.”

5.00 pm parchment with charm added to wallet. One should note the appearance of Miraculous Things, would appear contingent on having a desire for such manifestations.

5.15 pm Leave house through front door to buy bread and milk from nearby King Street, Newtown.

5.30 pm I notice a Mercedes Benz van being driven down the street, departing in front of a Synagogue. The care bore Learner plates, but there was only one occupant. Is it an illegal driver or a forgetful one? I shall never know without having opportunity opening the car door of this ferric Schrödinger’s Box and enquiring.

The door of the Synagogue bore a container nailed to the door (Daleth) frame (Sheh’kef), in which is contained a mezuzah, a scroll charm containing the first two versus of the Shema prayer. Upon the container was the letter Shin, Tooth, Fire – Shaddai, Shomer daltot Yisrael, or "The guardian of the doors of Israel."

Do I stand at a door and is it to Jerusalem, or Babylon? And who are its guardians? As I take a photo a man in a red shirt deliberately walks in front of my camera. I then notice an acquaintance wheeling her child in a stroller down the street, directly past me, with no acknowledgment or sign of awareness of my presence, and yet I am only 5 feet away from her, holding my camera in one hand. I make no movement or greeting, just watch. Did she see me or was I being ignored? As I walk towards the traffic lights four more bright red shirted individuals pass before me in the space of half a minute.

5.45 pm I walked into a bookstore, browsing at the shelves. I pick up a faded copy of Krishnamurti’s 1955 lectures in Australia and randomly open to a page. “Questioner: I do not follow. I lead the way. Krishnamurti: Then you are a leader. If you are a leader psychologically, there must be a follower for you to lead, and he who is a leader is also a follower.”

6.00 pm Stopped in at Boost Juice and ordered a medium Rasberry Crush. I was given a large one by mistake.

6.15 pm A dark man holding a large Boost Juice crossed a road against the lights, in front of traffic. In a relaxed fashion he danced and jived out of the path of the oncoming cars. It was the first time I have ever seen Jay-dancing.

6.30 pm In the supermarket, the acquaintance who passed me without acknowledgment and hour before is now behind me in the supermarket queue with her child in the stroller. She approaches me and greets me. I do not question her on her earlier lack of acknowledgement.

6.45 pm Two local aboriginal gentlemen in loud colourful shirts are walking down the street, asking for cigarettes, and wishing passers-by a Happy New Year. People on both sides of the street either stare or purposely avoid them.

7.00 pm ABC News, detailing the ongoing Tsunami crisis

7.15 pm I commence to make Ginger Marmalade Chicken for Dinner. I usually use fresh orange juice in the stuffing, however in its absence I resort to having to squeeze mandarins.

7.30 pm I commence to chop vegetables for roasting- potatoes, onions and garlic.

7.45 pm The cat promenades down the stairs and demands to be fed, with its distinctive meow for this purpose – clearly understood by me in Doolittlean comprehension. Just before I submit to the request my partner informs me the cat has been fed at 5.30pm. I muse that humans can experience Pavlovian responses from “lower” life-forms without thought – what then does this say about the ease of manipulation by higher life forms?

8.00 pm Dinner now in oven. I stop, seated on the couch and listen to a CD (Hashisheen – the End of Law, Bill Laswell and various artists).

It is more than two steps to the door of a friend - you are stopping with the first step.
Tale of the Caliph Hakem

"Brother," said Yousouf, "you seem weary: doubtless you have come a long way. Will you take some refreshment?"

"Indeed, my way has been long," replied the stranger. "I came into this okel to rest: but what can I drink here, where only forbidden drinks are served?"

"You Mussulmans, you dare not moisten your mouths with anything but pure water, but we, who are of the sect of the Sabeans, we can without offending our law, refresh ourselves with the generous blood of the grape, or the fair juice of the barley."

"But I do not see any fermented drink in front of you."

"Oh, I have long disdained their vulgar drunkenness," said Yousouf, making a sign to a negro, who set upon the table two small glass cups surrounded by silver filigree, and a box filled with a greenish paste in which was placed an ivory spatula.

"This box contains the paradise your prophet promised to his believers, and, if you were not scrupulous, in one hour I would put you in the arms of the houris without making you pass across the bridge of Alsirat," he said laughing.

"But this paste is hashish, if I am not mistaken," said the stranger, pushing aside the cup in which Yousouf had put a part of the fantastic mixture, "and hashish is forbidden."

"Everything pleasant is forbidden," said Yousouf, swallowing his first spoonful.
The stranger looked at him with dark blue eyes, and his forehead contracted in folds so violent that his hair moved with the movement of the skin. For a moment one would have thought that he would spring upon the careless young man and tear him to pieces: but he contained himself, and suddenly changing his mind, stretched out his hand, took the cup, and slowly began to sample the green paste.

After a few minutes, the effects of the hashish began to make themselves felt upon the young man and the stranger: a gentle languor spread over all their limbs, a vague smile hovered over their lips. Although they had hardly spent half an hour in each other’s company, they felt as thought they had known one another for a thousand years. When the effect of the drug upon them grew stronger, they began to laugh, to move about, and speak with extreme volubility, especially the stranger, who, a strict observer of all the prohibitions, had never before tasted this preparation and felt its effects strongly. He seemed a prey to extraordinary exaltation, hosts of new thoughts, unheard-of and inconceivable, traversed his soul like whirlwinds of fires. His eyes sparkled as though they were lighted from within by the reflection of some unknown world, his demeanour took on a superhuman dignity. Then the vision faded, and he collapsed limply upon the cushion.

9.00 pm Dinner is ready. The feast of the mind has ended, the feast of the body begins.


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NEUROCAM QUESTIONNAIRE – NCI-1001/02
1. I have a blog on blogspot.com and was browsing other blogs while
bored at work one day. I happened across
"http://capcoincidence.blogspot.com/" which seems to be the blog of
one of your operatives. I did a little bit of research and decided to
sign up to find out more for myself.
2. Neurocam will intrigue and probably frighten me.
3. We make our own luck.
4. Left.
5. ...going to open your eyes.

At 4pm, Monday 31st Jan I was still at work, feverishly working on a
project for Clover (a local dairy products manufacturer). My deadline
is Monday 7th which gives me one week to finish a massive project.
While at work the only strange thing that happened was I had to keep
logging out and back onto the local network, since for some reason my
password kept being rejected. It was very strange. I left work at the
usual time of 4:45pm and drove home very carefully. On the roads,
everything seemed normal. As I was driving past the airport a plane
flew directly overhead and landed shortly afterwards. I got home at
5:32pm and parked my car in the usual spot. I was I was walking
through the court towards my flat, I noticed a chameleon on the grass.
I had almost stepped on him and only just seen him in time. I sat
watching studying him/her for maybe 15 minutes. His colours were
amazing and his eyes fascinated me. He was truly a beautiful creature.
I took a picture of him with my phone and is included in this email as
the best thing that happened on this day. I got upstairs and made
myself and my girlfriend some pasta for supper. After at about 7pm I
got to work on my home computer, in an attempt to get a little further
with the clover project. I have included a picture of my monitor as
the worst thing that happened this day, as I spent my whole night
programming like a typical geek. I took a short break at around 8:30pm
as there seemed to be a party starting in the block of flats next to
ours. I got back to work after a few snacks and tried to ignore the
noise.


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NEUROCAM QUESTIONNAIRE – NCI-1001/02

1. How did you hear about Neurocam?
I didn’t hear about Neurocam, but rather read about it through a phpBB-based forum called Gaia Online.

2. What are your expectations of Neurocam?
I don’t really have any expectations of Neurocam... except I expect that Neurocam is not what they really seem.

3. What is your lucky number?
And what relevance does this question have to Neurocam? I don’t really have a lucky number... but if there was, it’d probably be three (what a coincidence this question is number three) or eight. Or 38.

4. Do you instinctively turn left or right?
I instinctively turn either left or right, depending on my instincts. But being right-handed, it’d probably be more instinctively to the right.

5. Complete this sentence – “Neurocam is…”
“... asking me to complete this sentence.”

END NEUROCAM QUESTIONAIRE – NCI-1001/02

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APPLICANT PERCEPTION ASSESSMENT NCI-2001/01
Monday 31st, 2005
(B) EXECUTION.

4:oo PM: Well, here we go; I’m not to entirely sure what to write, so it’s mostly going to be listless babble. At the moment, I’m in the shopping centre, (and you guessed it) shopping. Anyway, I look down at my watch and see the time, and I memorize what I’ve been doing until I come home. The shopping centre isn’t too full of people, but it isn’t empty either. Looking at people, watching their expressions, can be quite fascinating. Some people are out with friends, chatting and laughing, while others, the adults, are with their children and trying to control them or are trying to find whatever it is they’re trying to find. Most people just want to finish what they’re doing, and be on with it, me included.

4:o6 PM: Finished shopping, so now I’m loading the stuff into the car. Looking around, I try to discern anything out of the ordinary... and see the usual going-ons at a shopping car park; cars going everywhere, people dodging and carrying bags, kids talking and running around everywhere, trolley people collecting trolleys. I squint in the sunlight and look around and into the sky particularly, as the clouds seem to be getting darker. You know what they say: “It’s always calmest before the storm”.

4:o8 PM: Okay, so I need more groceries. Go back, buy more stuff, and get myself a drink – pretty menial things. Looking around at the monotonous scenery, I spot a lone crow on a roof, tilting its head this way and that, searching for food by the looks of it. It reminds me of an old rhyme. One for sorrow...

4:13 PM: Getting back to the car, I look around the place again – still the same. So I’m on my way home, and I look at the scenery that rushes by, that seem so familiar and yet unknown. It’s still bright out and hot, making me perspirate sightly like so many other people are doing. The air-con inside the car is on, keeping me cool, and Linkin Park’s Numb (feat. Jay-Z Encore version) is playing loudly through the speakers, me singing along to the lyrics.

4:22 PM: Arriving home, I unload the bags and strain my hand while at it. Whoo, that’s the way to go. Looking over at the neighbour’s house, I can hear someone mowing the lawn and see what flashes of a person moving through the slits of the house fences. The acrid smell of cut grass and motor oil is in the air.

4:27 PM: I quickly change out of uniform and resettle some things in my room – the posters that cover my wall, my bag, and the various other things I own.

4:33 PM: Nature calls... use your imagination to fill in the blanks.

4:38 PM: Sitting around, eating snacks (a euphemistic word for the junk I’m eating) like some chicken and moachi. The TV is on, and my younger sibling switches to the ABC channel, and promptly begins to watch the children’s shows. I quietly look on while I eat. The air-con is on in the house, making things cool.

4:45 PM: I turn on my computer, bring up word processor and start logging in these events... though I don’t start ‘til later. Watch amusing children shows with younger sibling. I still haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, so I suppose it must be a good thing.

5:46 PM: Finish watching a show while also taking a rest from the day’s events. I return to the computer and accounting everything up until now. It’s still hot out, and the air humid.

5:58 PM: Wondering what the hell I’m supposed to write about for five hours... I mean, c’mon, I have a social life, but it’s not that interesting. And what’s gonna happen on a night like this? A lot, actually. Like they say – where a butterfly flaps its wings a typhoon blows away a city. Huh, nice analogy.

6:o7 PM: Listening to various music and background TV noise while still typing. Parentals argue about doing chores. It’s getting dark out, the day slowly fading to night. Insects start their symphony of chirps and birds quieten theirs.

6:o9 PM: Am going to go shower, so will not be taking any notes from here until I get out.

6:38 PM: I’m in the shower for half an hour... so what? I like to... indulge. Perhaps that’s not the right word; I just take my time. Yeah. Anyway, I’m feeling refreshed, and ponder what to do. Ever wonder how our life can be really... well, ordinary? Guess that must’ve been the reason I joined Neurocam.

6:41 PM: Reading back on this report and seeing how much of the time has passed. Hmm. Master of all thieves,

6:46 PM: Dinner is made – stir-fried hokkien noodles with whatever drink I can find. I eat and watch the television at the same time. What else can I do while I eat? Multi-tasker I may be, freedom of actions I am not. It’s getting dark now – nearly all sunlight has set ‘til the next rotation of the earth, and the streetlamps turned on an hour or so ago, give or take.

6:59 PM: Just thinking about why I would join Neurocam for no apparent reason. And thus continues a long string of psycho-analysing the human race.

7:15 PM: I’m still wondering what the hell Neurocam is all about, come up with possible theories and dismiss them. That and thinking that accounting/logging all this information is getting tedious, and that I could be doing better things... but still continue with the assignment anyway.

7:2o PM: Would I consider this out of the ordinary? Compared to what’s happening at the moment (which, I can tell you, is not very much at all), I guess I could say it is. Going to bedroom, turn on the lights only to find that it lasts a minute or so before the light blows/fuses out. The room is thrown into darkness and I silently curse. Of course, this happened at around 6:11 PM, but I decide to input it now.

7:32 PM: Looking through some work of mine. Decide to procrastinate and put it off for later. Of course, knowing me, I will regret it, but that’s how it is.

7:37 PM: I go out and eat some fruit... well, a bit of mango and watermelon, anyway. They are deliciously sweet, and with a lot of juice. I stay and watch TV some more, and notice that because it is dark, two-thirds of the house lights are turned on. Gee, energy-dependant-humans much? But I’m being hypocritical.

7:52 PM: I check back on this report and go through it... only to find it somewhat severely lacking in details. I mean, look at the huge time gaps. Can’t you just tell my life is so full of... life? At the moment, things just seem really half-empty.

8:o5 PM: Connect to internet via dial-up, and yes, it is extremely slow (in the sense when compared with ADSL or cable). I log into instant messenger programs and chat/catch up with mates, and check for any email. I have a few, but can’t be bothered reading them as they are junk.

8:2o PM: As I take the rubbish out, I notice the night around me; the grass, mown this afternoon, still smells fresh and carries in the air, along with the foul stench (heh, cliché much?) of decomposing waste. The air is humid but cool, and sounds resound through the night of chirping crickets, rustling trees and the usual air of an urban city. A bat flies overhead, gliding along the night. The stars are peaking out through the densely-packed clouds, and like a cat, I see everything in shades of black-and-white in the dark with what minimal light I have to work with.

8:3o PM: Thinking that it’s best if I do my work, but of course, will probably still put it off. Family members have gone quiet; some doing work, others watching TV. I can hear it in the background of my typing and music, along with the insects outside.

8:38 PM: I decide to start reading Marvel and DC comics. Exiles, The Legion Foundations, Excalibur, Thor: Son of Asgard, Wonder Woman, and the like. Hey, I love comics – what can I say? I could say that X-Men and Spiderman (and maybe Superman too) probably had the best comic-to-movie adaptations... but I’m digressing.

8:44 PM: Back onto the computer, and talking to a friend of mine on an instant messenger program, only to find that it doesn’t work; my replies are not following through. So I reset/exit the program and try again. The very fact that it doesn’t work irks me. I irk them with a vengeance.

8:51 PM: Program does not work, but I can still talk if only a little. I look at the time and I’m quite amazed at how fast the time has passed; and while typing all this, there is only 5 minutes left ‘til 9 PM.

8:57 PM: I’m listening to Irish music, and I appreciate it and its simplicity. The noises in the background have dimmed down somewhat, and the night-time noises still going full-force while I type this thing. And, throughout all of this, nothing exceptionally out of the ordinary has occurred... which may be out of the ordinary itself (if you follow).

9:oo PM: And here concludes my report to you mysterious people of Neurocam, as I slave away to edit anything I’ve erred just so it would look nice. Oh, and I know that it probably doesn’t count, but I guess I should say that I got an extremely strange-slash-spooky-slash-abnormal-slash-scary-slash-somethingelse phone call at 6:55 AM in the morning, by a strange half-english speaking dude on the mobile. The duration of the call only lasted a few minutes, take or give, and the reception was somewhat crackly. After the call finished, I checked for anything else weird and found two missed calls before the one I just received, and so checked for the number listed only to find none. Just hoping it’s not a psycho-rapist that’s broken out and stalking people. Vexing indeed.

ENDS APPLICANT PERCEPTION ASSESSMENT NCI-2001/01



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APPLICANT PERCEPTION ASSESSMENT NCI-2001/01 EXECUTION:

4:00 Just sitting here, prepping to record all that I see and hear for the next five hours. Mara is leaning on my lap, and Sheila is sitting nearby. Ginny got up and left a minute ago.
4:01 Keith walks by, looking normal
4:01 Sheila asks what I’m keeping track of
4:03 I show Mara Neurocam website for explanation
4:04 Kati walks down the stairs, waves, and comes over
4:04 someone else walks down the stairs
4:05 “I’m sorry I didn’t take out the trash this morning, I’ll take it out later.” – Kati
4:05 Scott walks up while Kati and Mara are almost on each other
4:05 he thinks its weird
4:06 Mara’s licking my arm
4:06 I get my hat back from in Mara’s pants. It’s really warm.
4:06 Mara commences biting my arm.
4:06 Don walks by, looking normal
4:07 Mara stops biting and kisses my arm, then commences licking it, and kissing it more.
4:08 Spaceballs? Alex Celeste and Campbell realise it’s a VHS not a DVD and go somewhere else to watch it.
4:08 Gretchen and ME walk by
4:09 Alex Sowieja et al walk by, they’re now watching X-Men, instead.
4:09 Mara points out that I put the wrong “by” in an earlier entry (buy instead of by)
4:10 Mara’s playing with my side. And poking my hip. And my ribs. And laughing.
4:10 Mara pinches me. I say ow.
4:11 Mara is amused at my typing everything, and suggests that we do this every night.
4:11 she bites my arm, tells me I taste funny, and bites my leg.
4:12 Celeste informs me that certain x-men-watching people are too stupid to open the DVD drive on the computer.
4:13 Mara and I go to the computer lab and show them the eject key.
4:14 we play x-men, and start watching and arguing about x-men 1 and 2.
4:16 I show Mara the two emails I sent her last night
4:16 Mara bites me and starts poking my nipples
4:17 Mara pokes me really hard and I say ow
4:18 discussions between Campbell and me over X-Men details
4:19 I apparently unhooked Mara’s bra without touching it. She bites me and cuddles.
4:20 more biting. Ow.
4:20 Mara starts biting my ear, and her watch and pulls out one of my chin hairs
4:22 I now notice that over the last few minutes, random people walk by the computer lab at random intervals. It all seems so random. Maybe it is. Or is it?
4:24 Campbell reminds us that the guy who plays Magneto is Gandalf
4:25 Campbell is playing spank the monkey online. Unusual?
4:26 Campbell moved on to 3D ping pong
4:27 I admit openly the obvious fact that Hugh Jackman is hott (yes, with two “t”s)
4:29 more x-men discussion
4:31 Celeste thinks that the girl kissing me is just some random girl, then realises it’s Mara
4:31 I log into the Macintosh for Mara and let her onto LiveJournal so she can sit next to me, instead of on the other side of the lab
4:34 Mara and I kiss a bit and she nibbles my ear again
4:35 Megan walks in
4:39 Megan is poking around the printer/scanner
4:39 Mara is looking over quizzes and stuff on her LJ friends page
4:47 Mara’s reading this while hugging me from behind, restricting me to one-handed typing
4:56 not much going on. Mara says I’m fuzzy. You don’t want to know what has been going on the last 10 or so minutes.
5:35 I’ve been sitting around watching X-Men for a while. It’ll be over soon. I’m about to do some Pre-Calculus Homework.
5:45 Movie’s over, dinner time!
5:48 I got my package! I can’t wait to get back to the dorm and watch this! (I got a DVD full of music and visualisations.)
5:50 – approx. 6:15 Ate dinner next to Mara, conversations about random things…
6:15 – 8:40 Mara time. Just she and I and the computer lab. Oh, yeah, and the X-Men group watching X 2. Mara was browsing websites relating to various travel groups, and I saw some pictures of her as a kid when she sailed with her parents.
8:40 – 8:58 Mara and I played around in the snow, and put snow in each others’ pants. Weird, right? I’m not even sure if you wanted me to be this detailed.
8:58 – 9:00 End of assignment.

And just in case you were looking for something more creative:

A Day in the Life of an XXXX:

It all started with this email I got from Neurocam. Earlier on in January I received said email, after having replied to an email in confirmation of my application for Neurocam.

I turned on my laptop to look at something, and seeing what time it was, I remembered that I had to perform my duty to Neurocam soon. My Outlook reminder told me that I had five minutes left, and I snoozed it accidentally, rather than dismissing it, as I should have.

I opened a Microsoft Word document and began typing exactly at 4:00 pm Monday 31 January 2005. I’m just sitting here, ready to record all that I see and hear for the next five hours. Mara is leaning on my lap, making it very difficult to type while sitting cross-legged, laptop on my ankles/calves. Sheila is sitting nearby, and nothing is happening.

Keith Wales, the recently initiated Residential Assistant walks by at 4:01, glancing at me as he goes past. He’s one of my house parents, rooming up with Paul McLeod, my other house parent. Keith continues on past the library to my right/behind me, and on up the stairs he goes.

Sheila asks what I’m keeping track of at 4:01, because I told she and Mara that it was time for me to execute my Observance Assessment. Having explained it in simplest detail, so as not to overly expose what little I know about Neurocam, we leave the topic dead.

Mara asked what this Observance Assessment was for, and I showed her the Neurocam front page at 4:03. While I’m showing this to Mara, she kind of laughs a little. Kati Buckwalter-Hughes comes down the stairs towards us at 4:04. She approaches us and we start to talk. Someone else walks by right after her, coming from the stairs, but I don’t see who it is, being caught up in conversation with Kati. Judging by height and body size, and hair that I saw out of the corner of my eye, I’d guess it was Leslie Crapster-Pregont, Ellen’s little sister. I believe she may have been walking with Nick Hansen.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take out the trash this morning, I’ll take it out later,” says Kati to Mara. They’re talking about their wing chores. Kati and Mara live in the same wing, and from the little bit of information just revealed to me by the short exchange about garbage between Kati and Mara suggests to me that they are partners for wing chores.

Mara starts hugging Kati, while it’s still 4:05, and now two heads are in the way of my typing, forcing me to type mostly one-handed. Scott Merrifield walks by, stating that it looked very wrong, and that he wasn’t going to ask.

Mara started licking my arm, completely randomly to me, but knowing Mara, it was probably provoked by her rather fast-moving train of thought, or maybe by the voices that she claims reside in her head. All 15 of them. I have never been able to create permanent voices in my head, because I end up killing them. She can’t kill hers.

Mara had stolen my beanie earlier and stuck it down her pants, and I finally coaxed her into giving it back to me at 4:06. I notice that the hat is really warm, as if someone had been sitting on it (she might as well have been), and I put it back on. Following that, Mara commences biting my arm at 4:06. Don Ryan, the new It person walks by, being his usual techie self, carrying a laptop off towards the tech offices down the hall behind me and to my left at 4:06. I noticed that 4:06 was a rather eventful minute following the completion of this assignment.

Mara stops biting my arm, then starts to kiss it, then licks it again, then kisses it some more at 4:07. Alex Sowieja, Celeste Hockings, and Marion (Campbell) Jones come out of the library, asking if we want to watch spaceballs at 4:08. They start off towards the computer lab down said hall, and suddenly realize it’s a VHS, rather than a DVD. Gretchen Ernst and Mary Elizabeth Konrad walk by at 4:08. Alex, Celeste, and Campbell start to find somewhere else to watch Spaceballs, then instead, detour back to the library, return it, and grab the X-Men boxed set to watch in the computer lab at 4:09.

Mara is watching what I type, and pointing out mistakes made by poorly aimed fingers on a tiny laptop keyboard at 4:09. She pointed out that I accidentally typed the wrong “by” in one of my chronology entries (I had typed “buy,” rather than “by”). Mara, still reading what I’m typping as I type it, decides to start grabbing my right oblique, and upon seeing me type that, commences poking my hip. Then, poking my ribs, and laughing because of the running commentary I’m creating in typed form at 4:10. Mara then proceeds to pinch me, and I respond with a light flinch, and an “Ow.”

Mara is amused at my typing everything that happens, and (at 4:11) suggests that we do this every night. She enjoys it, and thinks it’s rather fun for something so boring and normal as me spending some quality time with the little electronic plastic box given to me by my school. Mara then bites my arm, tells me I taste funny, then goes on to bite my leg.

Celeste returns from the computer lab, and informs me that certain X-Men DVD watching people are too stupid to open the CD/DVD drive on the computer at 4:12. Mara and I get up, and head towards the computer lab, Celeste leading and getting there far before us. Mara insists on picking me up and carrying me, with my laptop. Kathy Jones (a teacher at the school, unrelated to Campbell) glances at us, smiling as she walks to her office up the hall a ways. I thought they were using one of the PCs in the computer lab, but I was wrong, they’re using an Apple. I decide that they really ARE stupid, and push the eject button very obviously placed on the keyboard with the eject symbol on it at 4:13. People need to get used to software-driven drives, rather than the usual hardware-driven drives common to PCs.

By 4:14, the DVD is in the drive, and playing. We had a quick argument about how to play the DVD, and I yelled “JUST WAIT!” right before the DVD auto-played. We start watching, and arguing about X-Men 1 and 2, while Alex proceeds to get us lost in the DVD with the controls in the video window on the Mac. I love the 21” Apple HD Display, it’s so big and beautiful! I ask Mara if she got the two emails I sent her last night, and she says no, so I show them to her on my laptop at 4:16. I love wireless internet. It’s so...wire...less. Still 4:16, Mara bites my left shoulder blade, and pokes my nipples. Crazy silly girlfriend of mine, oh, how I love her. Then, at 4:17, Mara pokes me really hard, and I vocalize my objection to such treatment with an “Ow.”

At 4:18, random details about X-Men are flying about between Campbell and me, while Alex listens intently, but is trying to keep us from revealing the plot, because he hasn’t seen it. At 4:19, Mara complains to me that I unhooked her bra, even though I didn’t even touch it. Apparently, I now have a magical ability to unhook bras without even seeing/touching them. She bites me gently on my forearm and cuddles close to me, which is an interesting feat on rolling computer workstation chairs.

More biting at 4:20 from the mouth of Mara. Ow. She starts biting my left ear, and then her watch, on her left wrist, which was on my face pulls out one of my chin hairs from the right side of my face at 4:20. UBER Ow!

Just now noticing, at 4:22, though seeing them out of the corner of my eye the whole time, people walking past the computer at seemingly random intervals in seemingly random directions. It all seems so random. Maybe it really is...or is it?

At 4:24, Campbell feels compelled to remind us that the guy who plays Magneto in X-Men plays Gandalf in LOTR. She is playing Spank the Monkey online at 4:25. By 4:26, she moved on to 3D ping-pong.

After being asked by Campbell at 4:27, I openly admit the obvious fact that Hugh Jackman is hott (yes, with two “t”s). By 4:29, more X-Men discussions have ensued, and I have moved over to the Macintosh next to the movie one. At 4:31, Mara rolls on over to me, and starts kissing me, and Celeste sees this, thinking that it’s some random girl, then realizes that it’s Mara. I log in to the Macintosh, and let Mara on to her LiveJournal, so we can cuddle, rather than being on opposite sides of the lab. At 4:34, Mara and I kiss a bit, and she nibbles on my ear again.

At 4:35, Megan Roberts walks in and heads for one of the PCs. Around 4:39, Megan is poking around the printer/scanner, I’m assuming to either scan something, or waiting for something to print.

Mara’s reading this while hugging me from behind at 4:47, restricting me to one-handed typing.

Until 4:56, nothing much was going on. Mara tells me I’m fuzzy. You probably don’t want to know what’s been going on for the last 10 or so minutes...Or you might, but I’m not telling you in detail. Kissing.

At 5:35, I decide to post another entry in this, because nothing has been happening, other than me watching the movie. It’ll be over soon. I’m about to start doing some Pre-Calculus homework.

It’s 5:45! Movie’s over! It’s time for me to eat. I’m not allowed to take my laptop into the cafeteria, so there will be a blank spot in my chronology. Before I went into the Cafeteria, I checked my mail at 5:48. I got my package! It’s my DVD! I can’t wait to get back to the dorm and watch this! I got my Happy 2B Hardcore DVD with 15 songs and visualisations. They’re so trippy-looking, from the clips I’ve seen.

From 5:50 until approximately 6:15 I ate dinner sitting next to the lovely Mara. We conversed about all sorts of things, of which I remember none (sorry). From 6:15 until 8:40, Mara and I spent some time together. Just she and I went to the computer lab, except if you count the X-Mex group being there watching X 2. Mara was browsing websites relating to various travel groups, and showed me some pictures on one of the sites of her as a child when she sailed around the Caribbean and other places with her parents. From 8:40 until 8:58 Mara and I played around in the snow, and put snow in each other’s pants, weird, right? I’m not even sure if you wanted me to be this detailed in the first place.

End of Assignment! Have fun reading up on my life!

With all due respect,

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