Everything seems to be going amazingly shitty lately. I'm having trouble housebreaking my dog, I've got textbooks shipped late and delaying my participation in two classes, and I even had to drop a class because I had no fucking clue when the goddamn thing started. One of those "last 10 weeks" of the semester things. (Did I mention I'm enrolled at two colleges this semester? It's a buttfucking nightmare.) I'm livid and just fed up tired right now.

If anyone has a joke or a funny comment/video to share, share away. I could use a good laugh right now.

With my final year of school about to touch down in T minus two weeks and counting, I've suddenly decided to get things done. Or maybe I'm just waking up from a long, lazy summer of un-productivity and sloth.

Today I put up the Original Poetry section of my site. I can't suppress my natural urge to edit even a copy/paste job. I'm a natural born editor. Damn. I don't know how I'm going to get through the Original Fiction. Thank God there's only a whole one fic to post.

Speaking of original stuff, I'm going to submit a short story to a popular magazine in hopes of winning the cash prize. No other reason. Young whores might as well learn the trade early on, right? Right. Of course, I still have to write the story...

In other news, since getting my motorcycle permit I've been looking around at rides other than the 150cc Sym that is my principal 2-wheel transport. The 250 Yamaha Star has caught my eye, but I doubt I'll be shelling out the cash for it in times like these, even though it's not too pricey. I've got more important things to focus on...like saving instead of spending. Nnnrrrrhhh.

I'm reading 1984, which was never a part of my high school curriculum. I've got a running list of classics to read and this happens to be one of them. It's not Stephen King, but at least it's something.

Thinking about changing my major. Again. Schools, too. My potential occupation field doesn't seem very promising. I just need something I can do until I publish my first book and garner the hatred of the world like my hero, Stephenie Meyer. In any case, graduating from tech school sounds so much more badass than a state college.

Started reading another Clive Cussler novel, Plague Ship. I inherited it from a cock-up of duplicate birthday gifts. As formulaic and predictable as they are, the dude knows how cultivate suspense and action. The sheer volume of his work is pretty admirable, too. And at least I can understand what the hell is going on, unlike my last experience with a Cormac McArrghy novella. Won't go down that Road again.

Ahh. Dinnertime. Everything is well.

I can't remember ever having a semester that lasted so F***ING LONG. FIVE F***ING MONTHS. All I can do is swear right now. At least it's over for the next few months. God, the agony that was Spring '09.

I've already started to get caught up on extracurriculars. Just yesterday I wrapped up Chapter 11 of Wedlocked and posted it; now that I don't have anymore finals to study for I can focus on finishing some kiribans, fanvids, fics, and maybe even website construction. I'm gonna start out slow since I don't want to kill myself at the beginning of my summer break, and I definitely plan to spend a lot of time AFK and taking it easy. I think I almost burned myself out this time around.

I've been so damned busy for the past two months I've barely had a chance to think an un-school/work related thought, let alone work on art or fiction. (And I haven't updated Wedlocked in over a month. Please punch me in the throat.)

I've got a final coming up this Wednesday (I have the highest grade in my German class, hu hu hu...but then again there's only three people in it) and another one the week after. And then I'll be free for the summer. I've got so much to do... In fact, if you look on my website (or below this entry if you're at my website) you'll see my current To Do List. It hasn't changed since I put it up.  (Another throat-punch please.)

Last night I had a dream that I was taking the SAT in a classroom crowded with shouting college students and blaring TVs. I had already arrived late at the school, and everybody else had finished with their SATs. I was moved to an empty classroom to complete mine. The problem was each of the sections I had to read were sort of like movies that had to be watched in your head, and I couldn't make it through one of them without being distracted. Then in comes this loudmouth professor with his film and chorus students or something. At first they were okay, but gradually everything devolved into chaos and pandemonium. I kept moving and finding a new seat, but I still hadn't completed one section of my test. The clock was ticking. Finally I'd had enough.

"I can't work here!" I shouted at the professor, gathering my books. "Your students are distracting me! I'm taking the SAT, do you know that!?"

The professor tried to insist that his students were angels, but I stormed out in disgust. I marched to the main office and asked for a quiet place to take my test. Unfortunately, all of the empty classrooms were locked, the library was closed because it was a holiday, and the staff and everybody was going to leave in an hour. There was no way I was ever going to finish my SAT. I still had seven more sections to do.

I was still wandering around and fruitlessly begging anybody for help by the time I woke up.

My head is still aching.

I took a test today in German. Don't think I did too well. Damn nominative accusative dative crap. But who cares. Since Monday's a holiday I don't go back to school until Wednesday of next week. You know what that means...


If anyone needs me, I'll be in my trailer.

I fail at serious art. Seriously. I blow on ice. I can't do anything original to save your lives, and I've lost all touch with traditional art media. Fanart (and Wacom) has ruined my creativity. But, like junkfood, it's tasty and you just can't seem to live without it. Or at least I can't.

Another thing that blows on ice? Hausaufgaben. Also known as homework. If I were taking more than two classes this semester I'd probably end up committing harikiri by March. Talking D-E-D dead. But I'll pull through somehow. I always do.

Idiots on cell phones. Walking. Sitting. Driving. Driving over pedestrians. They're everywhere and giving me brain tumors. Somebody make it stop.

Facebook. Every screen in the computer lab. Is there anyone here who isn't made of fail?

White boys blasting hip hop in their cars, with the windows rolled down and the volume extra loud so everyone can hear how cool they are. It's not your music, Whitey McDipshit. Creed and Moby is your music. Insert brain, try again.

Screeching valley girls (on cell phones) that end every sentence like a question and use "like" as a subject, verb, direct object, noun, adjective, and indirect object. Ladies, please, just . . . go die somewhere. The gene pool does not need to be pissed in.

Bros.

Skinny jeans and fur-lined, knee-high boots. This is Georgia, you cunts. Not the Alaskan fucking tundra. It was 46 degrees today. With sunshine. Move to Antarctica if you wanna wear that crap, because you look stupid doing it here.

Everything else is cool. My math class just might end up being the highlight of the semester.

I go back to school tomorrow.



Anyone else feel like pouting with me?