Edutainment with Ranting

Winning my trophy for most boring class of the week for the second consecutive week is…. <Ding> CompSci 101 for making doing nothing on the internet more interesting than giving a damn in this class.

Today ran into Linden in HUB and she was sitting with a friend from her building named Lindsay. She is what I like to call a “Magic Crystal Girl” not only was she almost painful in her attempts to be upbeat (Which would not have been so bad) but as an added bonus she showed a naivity that I find SHOCKING in this day and age. Best of all was her bizzare need to relate EVERYTHING to “Friends” using the old Ross and Rachel nugget at LEAST 5 times.

Ok so she is in Nutrition and I should not judge but seriously what the hell is wrong with people?

Well the prof is done tormenting me early so FREEDOM. Yes I should blog more, I will try.

I am liking school these days (tho I am barely in) but I think I have settled and finally have the mix of fear and determination I brought to first year back. I would like to blame work for all my school woe’s but more than a little can be laid at the feet of my own actions (Having to work for example) but honestly I sometimes feel like I am living someone else’s life like somehow I was co-opted into Scott’s life with his death taking me from the place I was to the place he was going to go. I still am unsure what people think of my odd brand of madness these days tho it is relatively benign being a jovial kinda thing. I feel like the demons are under control and although I still fear many things I do well at disguising it. I am sure some among my friends wonder why I use tales of my past so often. Indeed the tales of my adolesence and high school years are a bad combination of negative to outright foolish and yet they are a part of the man I am the man I became. Just because I am governed now does not mean the flashes of rage don’t come just that unlike them I rule them instead of them me the impulse is there left for dead in my mind. No holes in the wall and all my furniture fine.

What I was, who I was is fading away every minute of everyday until the me I was is gone a faint ghost of pain in my mind. So much I seek to do is to save others from the events of my life to keep other individuals from being railroaded to the trailer park due to their idiosyncracies rather than their actual intelligence.

Its late and the thoughts were upon me placed upon a page they lose their power over me.