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| I feel like I should write something meaningful.
Nah.
Well, that was the original idea.
But you know how those go...up the ass and down the shitter. Not necessarily in that order.
"So..."
I could write a story, but I think I'll just wallow in my filth.
It's not like anyone reads the well-thought-out essay-length entries anymore.
I don't.
I used to. But now I just skim. Sorta like my attitude towards life. Strain, skim, repeat.
Whatever.
The advice of the day from me...go meet as many different types of people you can, any kind of people. Observe, talk, interact.
Do something. Work. Work hard at something. Yeah, or be like the rest of us.
I don't need your sympathy. Money would be nice. Maybe a massage and a
bullet in the ass. Better yet, a bullet and a massage in the ass.
I can't get excited about things anymore, everything makes everything else trivial, even the importantly trivial things.
What is sex? I don't mean the general and the two colonels in the humvee, but all that other shit.
Unprepared. I hope you're as unprepared as I am.
For what?
Life. *Gong.* No. I don't know. Where are we going? Where am I going
with this? Are we getting anywhere? Or does it just end in a string of
zeroes.
...0000000000000000...
I am a master at wasting time. Too much.
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| Back from Grayling...
Things I've noticed on the trip.
1. I play golf like it's field hockey.
2. Appreciate sidewalks.
3. The immigrant/minority demographic all but disappears north of Saginaw.
4. Columbus, Ohio...as boring, uneventful, and homicidally routine as it is, I sorta missed it.
5. My grandparents don't understand a word of English, but they still laugh at Austin Powers.
6. I am not witty enough to come up with witticisms on roadtrips and 8-hour drives.
7. People...I can't live without people. Those silly assholes who piss
me off and make me want to castrate them with a golf ball, I missed
them.
8. UM's campus in Ann Arbor is pretty cool. Very respectable. Their football team, not so much.
9. I like houses with lots of hallways and doors. My dream house will
be a 3D maze with hardwood floors with stucco siding. And then I'll
stab 'em, I'll kill 'em all, the fuckers...hahahahaha!!! Um, right,
moving on.
10. I hope I don't become a realtor anytime soon. ever.
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| Well fuck. 3.47 this quarter, B in biochem, B in mol gen. Fuck. 3.91->3.86. Oh, this is gonna be ugly.
So much for ending on a high note...eh, whatever.
EDIT:
Some advice for those of you going to college...in no order of importance or accuracy or applicability.
1. Get to know your professors well, personally. Don't be shy, don't be a stalker. Don't ask for sex on the first date.
2. Don't fall behind and resort to catch-up cramming. Chances are, you don't have what it takes.
3. Know how and what and when to study. Do homework. Regularly.
4. Know how much work is required outside of the classroom. Provided
that you stay awake at least 50% of the time, attending lectures is
beneficial. You're also paying for it.
5. Keep pace. Pace, pace, pace. See 2.
6. At the beginning of each quarter/semester, know what you're getting
into. Don't take more than you can reasonably handle, or else you'll be
out of gas by the time finals roll around.
7. Study with people who are also studying. Don't do it by yourself
next to a computer (or a TV, iPod, whatever). No, you don't NEED the
computer to study. Nice try.
8. You're the only one responsible for yourself, nobody else gives a shit. No excuses, weakling.
9. Focus. And stay focused. Don't let your mind wander aimlessly. If
you find yourself doing this, it's time to get rid of some things in
your life.
10. Thoughtful effort - put in as much as you can and be satifised, no regrets. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
That's all for now, folks.
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| Ugh, fuck it all.
I don't need to announce the beginning of the end.
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| DONE!
DONE! ALL FUCKING DONE. | | |
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