Another Year (or semester)

So apparently it's finally fallen upon me to be justly annoyed because I, like so many before me, have to return to school. It isn't that I don't like school-- I do-- I just don't like having to get up every morning and drive into the city for sometimes as little as two hours (like today) to sit in a room full of people whose names I can't remember and not talk to any of them.

Of course, most would say this is my fault. Branch out! You'll never know unless you try! Just suck it up and make friends! No, yes I will, and shut up, either of my brothers.

Then again, anything would be a marked improvement over sitting on the sidewalk with headphones in, typing away at a computer in front of the building in which my next class is. But I did just remember why I love this school in particular, with that incredibly attractive guy walking by just now. He's probably an upperclassman and would thus have no interest in me. However, I have seen several people already whom I recognise; mostly it's the people I've seen in my daily sitting-around-and-watching-people-pass-the-cafe sessions from last semester.

Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky in my first class and someone from one of my classes last semester will appear. It is the required class for first years after all.

Fuck this sidewalk is cold.

These are a few of my favourite... words

It pains me that I just made a Sound of Music reference. I hate that musical. But anyway, since I'm still not back in class yet and immensely bored, I found this little ditty called Wordle from some friends online, and it takes you blog or journal or whatever, and gives you a pretty picture of what words you use the most; the bigger, the more frequent. Here's the one that I made for this blog:



Shocking, I uses the words "band" and "song" the most. I'm not a music freak at all.

Suddenly Twitter makes sense to me

Maybe it's the fact that it's nearly midnight, but like the title says, I understand the point of Twitter. For reasons unbeknownst to me, I feel the need to update people I know on the fact that not only can I not sleep even though I'm tired as hell, but I'm also sleeping in my friend's empty, creepy-in-the-dark, cold as fuck house and listening to the Spill Canvas. I mean, that's what Twitter is for, isn't it? Helping people stalk you and everything you do.

On that note, I heard a stand-up comedian say something genuinely funny earlier, and I actually laughed aloud for a few minutes. "Since the dawn of MySpace and Facebook, it's been so much easier to stalk people. I remember the days when you just needed a van. Maybe some candy or puppies. But now you can just hop onto the internet!"

I think the cartilage in my nose is freezing, and my fingers are fucking numb. Hard to type. Have to go back and fix terrible typos which annoys the shit out of me. But I'm going to attempt making biscuits tomorrow, the first thing I've actually cooked in this house since I've begun watching it. If I don't get lazy and just eat a poptart instead. Wish me luck.

You know, suddenly blogging makes perfect sense too, since this little spew of word-vomit is the reason blogs were invented. So tired. Can't sleep.

Holy Tramps!

Oh, whoa. Apparently another year has passed. No, I'm not going to go into the usual depressed "What the fuck have I got to show for it?" rant, because, really, I don't feel like it right now. All I'm gonna say is that shit happens, and sometimes shit doesn't happen as often or quickly as you'd like it to.

I do realise that it's 22.41 on the sixth of January and that I probably should have written this the majority of a week ago, but in hindsight (and foresight) it really doesn't matter. Who reads blogs nowadays anyway? Except for potential employers. And college administrators. And possibly soon-to-be-outraged parents.

But moving on from that! I had a pretty decent New Year's day—don't ask about my New Year's Eve, I'm being unusually positive–and I hope all of you did too. I don't usually have a resolution because I feel that if you're going to set goals for yourself, they shouldn't be based on something as trivial as the calendar companies making more money.

Now, I can't really think of more to say because I've drained my creativity for the evening writing, helping a fellow writer with writing, and... well, actually that's pretty much it. So now I believe I'll go to bed. Ah, sweet sleep, how I have missed thee.