So after 386 weeks of silence, I decided to write a short entry ( Read more... )

It is at last over completely. I've handed in my last paper, submitted my last CD filled with hastily assembled projects. If all goes well hopefully I'll be employed soon, though I'm not holding my breath on that count. But the important thing is that it is all over.

This posting is to inform everyone that I will no longer have to attend incredibly boring lectures day in and day out. As of 6pm today, I am officially a free man. Let the party begin! (Well okay not really, I still have a thesis due friday, but you get the idea.)

I game constantly. Whenever I don't have any work to do and frequently when I do. I call them breaks when I have a large projects to do. I get the shakes if I don't smack down one more monster, perforate one more terrorists body with the silenced round from my virtual special ops H&K. I need help. I hope this is just a product of the college ( Read more... )

Finally, a years worth of work and three weeks of frantic preparation and now its over. My capstone project is on the books and I can relax for a short time to cath my breath. It's times like this that I wish I drank.

Today I will read a passage from the Book of Evil Overlords, Cell B, line 174:

"If I am dangling over a precipice and the hero reaches his hand down to me, I will not attempt to pull him down with me. I will allow him to rescue me, thank him properly, then return to the safety of my fortress and order his execution."

I've got to learn not to listen to country music when its grey and raining out. The weather is depressing enough all by itself. Mix in a couple of depressing songs about last stands or pointless tragedy and I'm ready to mope about for hours. It almost saps your will to do ANYTHING. Theres only one sure-fire cure for this, but unfortunately I ( Read more... )

This came in from the mailing list that serves as a sort of ranting/complaining/whatever outlet for my major. The things that have shown up on this list over the years have oftentimes been odd and sometimes quite unerving, but this has to be one of the wierdest things to come up ( Read more... )

I sometimes wonder if Troy has always been this dreary of a place, or if the dreariness is merely a reflection of the idustrial wasteland of 19th century bussiness and factories that have ceased to exist. The entire city seems to reflect this gray decaying atmosphere and is incredibly depressing. There are projects to make things better, and ( Read more... )

In the southern part of Texas ( Read more... )