...you have got to be shitting me.

I'm breaking my neck trying to just break onto the level y'all naturally reside in - just trying to be a tad more normal - and you're giving me shit because you jimmies got rustled over getting asked a fucking question about your extensive education?

"More neutral language".

Lemme break it down for you.

"You lay out quite a lot of experience". Premise. Expression of admiration for knowledge.

"Did you read about all of this?". Question.

"I seem to remember your official education being something in design and/or construction and/or engineering". Reason for questioning.

"More neutral language" my ass. Turn this more neutral - you'll end up with binary. Have to tiptoe around your landmine already just to get a fucking answer out of you - and that still ain't good enough.

Fuck this shit. Can't catch a break worth a dime for being myself.

You're confusing my sincere curiosity for antagonism. You're a highly-educated person whose knowledge lies beyond what the diploma might suggest. I'd like to know how you got there.

Please, don't suggest that I'm doing something out of ill intent if I ask a question - especially of you, since you know damn well what I think about you. I'm already barely talking around here to not upset people.

People do far better at a task when they understand why they're doing it. That's the reason I won't vote for forcing people to post to #newtohubski.

I would, however, vote for making primer the next step after finishing registration and including a paragraph or two about what to do next. Hubski isn't exactly common-sense for the tone set by an average Internet discussion. A bit of guidance can go a long way towards inclusion.

Speaking of the primer: mk, the primer text runs out unexpectedly at this line:

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Doesn't seem planned.

Welcome to the babyface club.

But wow we have reached peak Autism haven't we.

The hell? Since when autism is a synonym of sane people's stupidity?

Was wandering around the mall today. Saw a real cool mug. Reminded myself that I wanted a Captain America mug for a while. Haven't found anything remotely good for me online. Made rough sketches of what I want.

Ideally, I want the latter (the Winter Soldier) to turn into the former as it heats up.

Finishing the illustrated guide to Tomsk soon. Only need one more place. Weather's grouchy lately. I'm waiting for the Sun.

Doesn't sound to me like this is something for Hubski. The forum doesn't have enough reputation to attract users on its own: I've never heard of this place from outside again after I've settled here.

Not that it will kill spammers' effort, either: Hubski would still have users who'd view it, and that's... audience enough?

This is a #happysaturday I can get behind.

My sister downloaded an app to make getting wallpapers for my iPhone easier. The app sent a notification today: "A new truck of wallpapers has arrived. Want to take a look?"

Taking selfies with friends always feels good. Now that I've gotten the hang of it, it's also quite handy after parties. :)

Wearing my black tanktop. Feels very nice.

Imma proud owner of an iPhone 5C now. ^_^ My sister was upgrading and gave the old one to me.

Will post celebratory selfies later.

EDIT: Posted.

Things are going quite well, in general. I've been down with a depression bout for a while, and getting back on my feet feels better. Bruce Lee is said to had been so sad about missing another episode of his favorite soap opera that he'd be drained for days after. My trigger is... people.

The last two weeks or so have been solely devoted to the discovery of myself and my place in the world. byonic once told me, in one of our private conversations, that I've "been hitting mental gym non-stop" since we've met. I believe I have good reasons for that, wearing as it is on me; something I'd like to talk about in extent in a separate post. Things have changed a lot for me in the meantime; I'd like to take my time and examine the results before talking about them in public.

Our American teacher, Patrick D. Maloney, continues to bring joy to the classes. He brings a different point of view, which feels both refreshing and slightly confusing. I appreciate having him around the uni, especially since he's started the Open English classes (where everyone is welcome and where he helps with whatever improvement you'd like to achieve in speaking the language) here.

A groupmate of mine said something today during his class that made me think. She was among the few people to talk to him directly, and at some point he pointed at her and said something to the extent of "That woman is a <something>", making it sound like a compliment. "Well", she replied, sounding offended, "first of all, I'm not a woman..." -- at which point I could barely contain my laughter. She's 19 or 20, and she took offence at being called a "woman" by a man thrice her age. It's saying as much about the fact that women in Russia are very insecure about their age (#russiabynatives) as it does about the perception of "girl" vs. "woman".

It tapped into the thought process I had for quite some time now. All this time, I've been looking for a girl, and it had me settling for the slightest show of interest - and to quite a bit of heartbreak, cynicism and depression afterwards. For a while now, I've been looking for a woman; not by age but by the way she takes living seriously enough to both enjoy it and achieve her goals. One can be a man or a woman in their 20s. I'll leave it here since I fail to form a coherent line of thought on the matter

I think I met the hostel girl again today; the one that treated me well when I stayed in the hostel she hosted at the time. Y'all've forgotten her from my Pubski on the matter in late August, but she took a special place in my mind ever since. I was shy and I was hungry (which messes with my head), so I didn't reach out to her at that moment: "Hey, it's you! Remember me? Here's a hug because I appreciate how well you treated me. Keep being you because you're cool"; and now, I regret not doing so. If I see her again, I'm going to do exactly that.

Have stuff to tell but am too tired to continue. Questions are acceptable.

I've realized recently that I've hurt all the people I ever cared about. Been apologizing to some of them lately.

One of those people used to be my best friend. I would like to remind you just how socially brash and inept I was to emphasize the importance of that title. She stood by me through a lot of my worst, but we couldn't handle the growing pressure and parted ways.

She seemed quite receptive of the opportunity to get back together that she herself has presented. I had good memories of our time together, and byonic has advised me to go for it if that's what I wanted, so we started to chat. Rehashed the time between the two points in time for both of us. Talked a bit about her life and job (teacher of foreign languages; we used to study together).

I don't want to be bullshitting myself. It's not going to be perfect. She took some care of me - to the extent of her abilities - back when I didn't know how to do so myself, and I'm grateful for it. The good memories and the promise of her being a sincere person are the only things that make me want to try. If she doesn't respond with the interest that she says she has, there will be nothing left to hold onto, and I will be done with it. I was always the one to initiate things, and I can't stand it when I'm the only one to do it: it just tells me that the other person is not interested enough. That's what sane people who care do, right?

Same thing I do everyday Pinky, try to take over the world!

"Try" is why he keeps failing.

I kind of like the stuff I've made just playing around with things so far.

Beyond entry-level to understand the language, I've never taken a course or read a book on JavaScript. All the stuff I've learned so far was from playing around. As long as there's no responsibility for you to be good at something (job requirement, people depending on you etc.), just have fun. Having goals (in my case, different game concepts) helps one develop by making them search for something new, so chase something if you like it.

I've started writing again a couple, and I don't want to stop. It may be inane or of terrible quality, but I am writing. This story had to start at some point, anyway: it's been brewing in my head for more than five years.

Along the lines, fictional language development. I've finally figured out what I want the verb system of one of them - Cyridar - to sound like, so I'm going to draft a table of the 100 most common verbs for it.

Already made myself some food, which I'm proud of, considering I had to skip uni because I was too depressed. Chicken roll and rice with a sweet-and-sour sauce from the shop. The roll had too much sauce in it and no cheese, but it was a good snack either way. The rice was nice, too.

Going to sleep earlier today. I've been doing the Five Thirty Challenge for the last two weeks, which has helped me stabilize my sleep and uptime. The goal, as per the title, is to get the wake-up time down to 05:30 AM. I could be making my mood plow through the floor, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm more productive than ever, barring the time when I was jogging (it's winter here, and while I'm looking into it, I'm not jogging for a long time).