I’ve removed most of the last post because I realized it was just stupid complaining about junk.
It could have been more aptly summed up in:
Classical theory is difficult and I’m getting tired of it.
That’s all.
Burn out April 21, 2007
Another fricken paper.
…Enough complaining.
Classical theory, your ass is mine!
Save a life, donate to Zorak (for a new computer) April 18, 2007
Why does the industrial section of Leth always smell like playdough? Playdough with extra salt, I mean, what the heck makes that smell? *shudder*
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Well, my server keeps crashing or my mac sounds like it’ll explode everytime I try to play Second Life so I have been unable to procrastinate my last two essays with that pastime (last time finals came around, I developed a neurotic obsession for Paper Mario on the N64, I think it’s simply the NEED for procrastination, I spent at least 20 mintues watching As the World Turns today…that’s pretty long for a soap opera, and Dr. Phil yesterday…). Therefore, as I drove home through the rain, in my mind formed a waking dream that will never come true… …. …..
If I lived in Second Life I would be one of those people who listens to techno on a regular basis. Not because it outshines indie emo but because it would go so much better with the anime-like world. And when techno comes out of a computer, it seems to make more sense. If I lived in SL, I would hit the jazz bar some evenings even though I hate jazz because they have the most awesome dance moves. If I actually lived in SL, I would remember how to access the dance moves and people wouldn’t laugh at me when I walk in a venue because I end up sitting on the middle of the dance floor instead of shaking my bootay.
If I lived in SL, I would learn how to make something people would want to buy. And because it’s SL, they would probably buy anything so I’d make juggling equipment because it’s just that fun. I would make wobbly, flubber-like objects that you can juggle and you don’t drop them because you program your avatar to juggle perfectly. So then I’d be rich. And I’d buy a log cabin and put it in the middle of a metropolis and only have beanbag chairs for furniture. I would drive one of those stand-up scooter things that make you look like one of the X-men.
If I lived in SL, I would be smart enough to only take part in clean living. I would have learned from my first life that gambling and wild sex and all those other things are just going to come back to you in the form of a horrid virus like Micro-iphylus or Mac-herpes. Though you really can’t help it if you accidentally teleport into a crazy bunch of people dressed in cat suits doing something you never wanted to watch through your brown eyes that were purple yesterday and green before. If I lived in Second Life, I would be the snazziest, fittest person ever. I would smoke like a chimney and never die of lung cancer, eat McD’s everyday and never get diabetes, and heck I’d just fly around a lot.
But I don’t live in SL. My avatar looks brand new still because he glitches everytime I try to change his appearance. He took his shoes off and I can’t get them back on and I can’t recognize anyone because they all look like grey blobs since the images take eons to show up. And it makes Zorak (the avatar) sadder than he’s ever been. Right now he’s stuck in the floor planks of some nightclub I tried to go to before the computer starting messing everything up. And there he will stay, for the rest of my Second Life.
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Okay so the rain made me a little melodramatic… give me a break. You’re the one procrastinating and reading this… Oh wait, I’m the one procrastinating and writing this. Jeez.
You’re bleeding from the eye?! April 11, 2007
Okay, so does anyone really feel good after a class presentation? Like really good? Or do you just have this sinking feeling that you and your group worked your asses off, had one shot, and… hrm now it’s over and … What just happened, I blanked out and suddenly all these people are being taken to the emergency room because they’ve been skewered with suckers.
Well really, the classroom is slanted, I was at the bottom so you can’t lob the suckers up in the air very well without using some force or hitting the ceiling, which causes them to spiral down on people. But this is also the problem of passive spectators who have been over-heated to sleep and stare forward with that “I refuse to put my hands up to catch the sucker” look. So yes, I feel really bad if I hit you, but it’s just candy.. and how else could I energetically get it to the right side? hmmm? Well, I’ve apologized so I guess that’s out of the way. Though that is the most unexpected presentation conumdrum that I’ve dealt with… ever.
But to be real, most groups (including ours) did really well, especially talking in front of a class that size, most students armed with newspapers or laptop games. There goes my dream of being a prof, jeez, too much pressure.
Arrrgh April 9, 2007
Has anyone ever noticed how sociological dictionaries can be altogether useless at times?
Not dead yet April 6, 2007
Just for the record, I will resume my witty and essential blogging whenever possible, probably after exams. I think this is probably the best blog I’ve had yet and it’s only going to get better so… KEEEP READING IT! lol
By the way, there has been some murmuring about starting up (or restarting) a sociology club… is there anyone who would be interested in that and if so, what kind of things would you like to do with a crazy soci club? Marx and beer nights are sounding good to me!
Watching The Illusionist and 5 minutes into it… it sucks. I think.
