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Nov. 28th, 2007 03:38 pmIt's been a little while since I've done any kind of blogging. I think I'm finally in a good enough headspace to do it again. Because nobody really wants to read "AGONY! WOE! MY LIFE STORY IS WRITTEN IN THE BLOODY TATTERS OF MY SHREDDED SOUL!" and it's never been as helpful as I'd hope it'd be anyways. Of course, the real reason I blog at all is because I like the sound and feel of compressing keyboard keys. Shhh, don't tell anyone. Most of my friends are under the misconception that I'm motivated.
I like to write. I like to write about pop culture, and sometimes I like to write about pop culture as if it were real. I used to spend a retarded amount of time analyzing the relationships of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now, I've moved onto Batman comics a lot of the time. I had a huge crush on Robin when I was a kid. I shied away from the batverse when the animated series was canceled, got into the comics sometime in high school, and the crush came back. Of course, that was a couple of years ago. Now I just feel dirty. It's been pointed out to me before that I'm not alone, but c'mon. It's the INTERNET. There's somebody for everybody on it. I'm just going to take solace in the fact that you don't know me.
I need a new user icon. I haven't actually written in any journals (I have three livejournals, a myspace, and a deadjournal... that is, if they haven't all been deactivated) in such a long time that I've found my Hanson obsession has waned to a mere like, and I've grown to dislike default icons with swears in them. I think this may officially mark the end of my teenage rebellion.
Right now, at this very moment, I'm sitting in the computer lab of my two-year college. I don't really want to be here, but since my license is suspended for another week and a half (I also hate traffic cops) I really have no choice but to wait until my mother comes by to rescue me. I also don't want to be here because I'm having some issues with a character model I'm working on (which also happens to be my final) and it'd be a lot easier to run away from my difficulty if there was actually somewhere to run to. Also, my group leader is starting to get all up in my grill (I've always wanted to say that... out loud, that is) about not going out of my way to produce extra objects for our graduation project... I've been ignoring him, because I've been careful to make sure all my side projects could be pillaged for useful parts, and because he works from home and makes his own hours, and so doesn't really "get it". I, however, am working two part-time jobs and going to school full time. Hell, I'm going more than full time, because I'm stuck waiting around between classes more often than I'm actually in them. Of course, he could be as super-busy as I am, and just be obscenely motivated. In which case I understand his crack-addled determination to achieve a 4.2 GPA even less.
I really want some peanut M&M's. I had some earlier, but I'm still hungry. There was a fundraiser banquet during lunch hours in the college cafeteria. The food inside was free, with a donation at the door. However, I was planning to pay for my lunch with my debit card, had exactly 75 cents in my pocket, which is a chump contribution for a free meal, so to avoid looking like a cheap-ass, I bought M&M's for lunch. And I want more. Because I'm fucking hungry. Then I started thinking about the starving children in Cambodia, and how my 75 cents probably could have fed them until retirement, and still felt like an ass. My M&M's are stare at me accusingly from their spot next to my keyboard. A super-hero would have forsaken the M&M's and donated the money. And then stolen the McDonald's fries from the kid next to me, because he's annoying as hell and obviously doesn't share my strong principles.
Anyways, that's all. After this, I promise to re-learn the lj cut. But I thought I'd just let my reintroduction to lj-land eat the page. Of course, I'd have to be friended by someone for this to eat their friends' page, but whatever.
I like to write. I like to write about pop culture, and sometimes I like to write about pop culture as if it were real. I used to spend a retarded amount of time analyzing the relationships of the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now, I've moved onto Batman comics a lot of the time. I had a huge crush on Robin when I was a kid. I shied away from the batverse when the animated series was canceled, got into the comics sometime in high school, and the crush came back. Of course, that was a couple of years ago. Now I just feel dirty. It's been pointed out to me before that I'm not alone, but c'mon. It's the INTERNET. There's somebody for everybody on it. I'm just going to take solace in the fact that you don't know me.
I need a new user icon. I haven't actually written in any journals (I have three livejournals, a myspace, and a deadjournal... that is, if they haven't all been deactivated) in such a long time that I've found my Hanson obsession has waned to a mere like, and I've grown to dislike default icons with swears in them. I think this may officially mark the end of my teenage rebellion.
Right now, at this very moment, I'm sitting in the computer lab of my two-year college. I don't really want to be here, but since my license is suspended for another week and a half (I also hate traffic cops) I really have no choice but to wait until my mother comes by to rescue me. I also don't want to be here because I'm having some issues with a character model I'm working on (which also happens to be my final) and it'd be a lot easier to run away from my difficulty if there was actually somewhere to run to. Also, my group leader is starting to get all up in my grill (I've always wanted to say that... out loud, that is) about not going out of my way to produce extra objects for our graduation project... I've been ignoring him, because I've been careful to make sure all my side projects could be pillaged for useful parts, and because he works from home and makes his own hours, and so doesn't really "get it". I, however, am working two part-time jobs and going to school full time. Hell, I'm going more than full time, because I'm stuck waiting around between classes more often than I'm actually in them. Of course, he could be as super-busy as I am, and just be obscenely motivated. In which case I understand his crack-addled determination to achieve a 4.2 GPA even less.
I really want some peanut M&M's. I had some earlier, but I'm still hungry. There was a fundraiser banquet during lunch hours in the college cafeteria. The food inside was free, with a donation at the door. However, I was planning to pay for my lunch with my debit card, had exactly 75 cents in my pocket, which is a chump contribution for a free meal, so to avoid looking like a cheap-ass, I bought M&M's for lunch. And I want more. Because I'm fucking hungry. Then I started thinking about the starving children in Cambodia, and how my 75 cents probably could have fed them until retirement, and still felt like an ass. My M&M's are stare at me accusingly from their spot next to my keyboard. A super-hero would have forsaken the M&M's and donated the money. And then stolen the McDonald's fries from the kid next to me, because he's annoying as hell and obviously doesn't share my strong principles.
Anyways, that's all. After this, I promise to re-learn the lj cut. But I thought I'd just let my reintroduction to lj-land eat the page. Of course, I'd have to be friended by someone for this to eat their friends' page, but whatever.
