I'm thinking of taking the following ( Read more... )

I hate the world.

Why is it life just seems to be so easy for most people? Why doesn't shit ever just *work out*? Even when things are good, it always seems as if my life has to be overly complicated. Things never just... fall into place.

blarrgh

I swear to god the world is fucking with me. I mean, all in all I guess things are going alright. I'm just getting fed up with the way life seems to be conspiring to mess with my head ( Read more... )

or "Huh": A play in ten and a half acts.

1. It's a small world after all. Like... really.

2. I hate people

3. I really hate people ( Read more... )

Today was weird... but I'm finally back on my bike, which is nice.

Oh, and freezepop is coming to play mayfest (a pre-finals unwinding thing here)... aparently the plan is to get all the guitar hero guitars on campus and play along with them, yelling out "STAR POWER" at appropriate moments. Needless to say, that is going to be awesome.

So, due to a mailroom fuckup and a few mistakes on my part, my mid term grades are going to show me failing 3 of my 4 classes. I'm not actually, everything should clear up by the end of next week. I'm not going to getting stellar grades, but I'll be doing alright I think. Eh, still ( Read more... )

When my parents divorced, my mom started dating a guy named Dave. Whether or not they were having an affair beforehand is an issue of some contention, but they had known each other for a while[he rand a small diving business in the Caribbean].I liked him well enough, in that way I am apt to like most anyone given the right circumstances (as ( Read more... )

I just realized I semi-unintentionally, semi-intentionally(rather, intentionally but without realizing what I was doing as I was doing it) asked a girl out via an extended metaphor for attraction and human psycology based around the principles of market theory(the metaphor was, of course, intentionally humorous, mind you). Granted, she knew that I ( Read more... )

This is one of the first times I think I've ever seen an artist who mirrors my mental flights so precisely both in the image itself and the general spirit of the work. It's not just the images, It's something about the style... I can't explain it, but there is this quality that screams of something that until know seemed to be a somewhat unique ( Read more... )

I hear it drooling by the door ( Read more... )