Fuck it

Read the title, it's a summary of things.

On loitering

So, instead of being at college and learning new and wonderful things, I find myself sitting in a nearby coffee shop at 8am, wondering why the hell I agreed to college in the first place. It's too early, I didn't sleep for more than twenty minutes at a time and every time I try to stand up, some force tells me that it's too much work and that I should not bother.

It's the exact same feeling I got every day I went to high school. Odd coincidence? I think not.

I guess the only real difference I've managed to pinpoint so far is the fact that this schooling is not free. VERY not free. Three textbooks cost me close to $250, and two of them were used.

Now, all that said, I know I'm not exactly the first person to complain about school fees and book prices and all the regular crap, but honestly, I feel like I've been ripped off by somebody who doesn't even know how to rip you off properly. If you're going to rip someone off, you steal just enough money so that they don't know the difference, so they will come back and get ripped off again. $250 for three books? I really don't want to spend that much on that many books ever again.

By that reasoning, the college book store is the real loser, eh?

Sure it is. I'm the one with the lighter billfold.

At least the coffee is starting to kick in.

Days

Few days, actually. Left until school, that is.

At least I have this spanky new MacBook Pro, which contains more power than I will need for school, but was bought under those auspices anyway. Thus far, I haven't used it for anything even vaguely educational, which is oddly satisfying.

I suppose one would call it a "small comfort" compared to the looming specter of college. I'm probably being a whiny bitch, but school has never given me anything except grief and another thing to waste my time with. It isn't as if I won't go, I just doubt I'll even come close to enjoying it.

Maybe I'll just play games on the college's wireless network all day.

Press record

I have two videos on YouTube, and they're not about my friends and me doing something inanely stupid.

They're down below, if you want a look. Check my account page on YouTube for the one or two more that I have.

In memoriam

This sucks.

This does not make for good times.

As odd as Bernie Mac was, he definitely made me laugh. His last hours did not sound like fun at all. I won't quote them here, but one can find them around the internet.

I'm sure he'll be missed.

Well

This is interesting. I would call it "good," even.

The end of one tale...

My tenure at a job has ended, finally. It has been over one year of working, and I've grown tired of the job and will now move along. The month of August is and will be, as they say, my oyster.

As for September, not only will I celebrate the passing of another year since the day I was born, but I will also be mourning the loss of my free time; I've heard college eats free time for every meal of the day. Sometimes even snacks. I'm fully and completely screwed.

But I'm getting educated.

On a side, and vaguely interesting note, I will be posting some project pictures of a device I'm working on. It used to be a cassette-carrier in the form of a suitcase. You know, cassettes? Tapes? Music? Never mind, you're all too young..whatever, this device is being recycled for my own personal uses. Pictures and updates will follow, once it gets started.

Also, I will be busy for the next three days; not like anyone will notice, but the world requires the information anyway.

Music

Self expression is a bitch, especially when you're fully aware of what you wish to express, but can't grasp the method of speaking it.

Really round-about way to describe an old cliche and a state of mind. I have no issue with ideas, it's getting them off my head and onto the medium that isn't as easy. I've been taught, even told, exactly what to do. Somehow it never actually gets done the way it should. It sure as hell comes, but never in the exact way it's supposed to.

Gorramit.

Naturally, the thing that has taught me thus far in how to create may be retiring soon, which leads me to the conclusion that complete failure, breakdown and disambiguation is nigh. Pulling down a self made and self appointed castle is more difficult than razing the oppositions'. A castle in itself is annoying enough; weapons of siege are hard to come by for cheap in this day and age. Also, I doubt the Americanskis would be willing to let some of those tasty 155mm mortars into my possession, monetary concerns aside.

Maybe I should just pay more attention to the obituaries. Slightly less depressing.

Disturbing developments

So, back on the World of Warcrack. God damnit.

Job's ending soon as well, so no more cashy cash. Times are looking lean.

Maybe I should eat something other than chocolate.

Interesting...