I'm not gonna lie: with a few exceptions, the front page is a fucking wasteland. The thing is, while time is an issue, the biggest factor is probably motivation. I've thought about reintegrating myself into the Epinions community for months now, since there are a number of things that I have wanted to contribute my two cents to. Now, if only I could get laid, I'd really be in business.
I don't think anybody reading this really gives enough a rat's ass to know about this, so I'm not really gonna get into it, but for the first time in god knows when I'm actually happy with where my life's taken me.
I don't need to rack up a 30 year debt to study English it's right fucking there, you know? Plus, being a history major has taught me how to analyze things in a way I hadn't before. If I wanted to study Hemingway or Dostoevsky, I'd go to the library or to Borders and pick up a fucking book by Hemingway or Dostoevsky. Like a real man, I've bitched about my pursuing a history degree once or two on my blog, but it's a decision I've come to stand by recently.
So, in the next two weeks I have to write something in the way of 20 pages, familiarize myself in the ways of Nazi cinema, study the development of modern American warfare, talk about how a double murder trial plays into the political workings of 17th century France and link the postmodernist movement to Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar." Honestly, I love writing, but that shit's gonna be the death of me. Sometimes being a cancerous boil on society's ass isn't so bad.
My mommy sent me 20 dollars in the mail, so I can buy the reputedly awesome new Jay-Z album tomorrow. However, since my friends are at least casually into anime, and as I'm a hanger-on, both years my logic has been: what the hell? That's about as deep as I've gotten into anime since Cowboy Bebop's initial run. I caught an episode of Death Note a couple months ago and continuously muttered "What the fuck is going on?" throughout the entire block. Not that I've ever been a fanatic, but when it first gained real exposure on the American shores (ala when Toonami picked up Dragonball Z and Gundam Wing) I thought it was really cool and unique.then somewhere between high school and college it got perverted, or I got jaded, either way, with a few exceptions, I just got sick of it. Do any of my handful of friends even venture to livejournal anymore? Did I actually have friends on here to begin with? Well, fuck it, I feel like talking about stuff.ĭespite the fact that it's been years since I've been into anime, I attended ACEN for the second time this year. Huh, haven't really updated this in awhile. So yeah, I've got friends, writing, music and a good therapist. And I'm hellbent on getting this guy I know to dance with a girl before the year is over, 'cos seriously, my non-existent lovelife is bad enough, but I'll be damned if I'm just gonna stand by and watch some other shmuck wallow in perpetual loneliness-the poor pathetic eternally freshman bastard. I've found a place in the campus coffee shop that leaves me in a perfect state of Zen-no bullshit, it's like the bench from that episode of Scrubs. I have no idea what the hell I'm doing with my life, but hey, things could be worse. Tricky officially sucks (seriously, I went into his new one with low expectations and was still disappointed at how shitty it ended up being). Raphael Saadiq, My Morning Jacket and Nick Cave rock. I have old friends willing to let me bitch/vent/complain/sulk/panic about various things. One dollar bowling night is officially the greatest night of the week/year. I have a new bunch of friends who I may or may not be living with next semester. I've recently been converted to the awesomeness that is Tom Waits. I'm in graduate school and kind of hate it but have come to realize it's about the best place I can be right now. Greetings whoever the hell is reading this.