Chapter Seven

Would you look at that? A week of college has passed and guess what? What? I feel no different. In fact, life is even more lame than before on many fronts. Sure, I have this abstract notion of freedom, but I've barely been using it. Last night I'm pretty sure I was asleep by 9.
Classes are also much of the same and already vaguely troublesome, and in describing them, I find that it may be fun to use a list format. Hmmm...bullets or numbers...bullets or numbers...

Bullets.

• English 109H: So far all the work we've done in this class is child's play, and I haven't hesitated in informing the instructor of this. So our teacher gave us some "harder" weekend homework. *yawn.*
• Astronomy 206: I swear that our professor is going to keel over and die...he's like 90. He lectures slowly as hell and even more slowly as his aides are constantly fetching him water so that he passes out. Of course he's overwhelmingly knowledgeable, but there should be an age cap for these jobs. Honestly. Furthermore, he has this annoying obsession with making everyone in his class "respectable and well-informed citizens." Tear, tear.
• Math 215: Crazy, crazy teacher. He is actually very thorough, although the manner in which he is so is both funny and just silly, as I tend to feel like a kindergartener in this class.
• Math 223: Totally reminds me of my High School Pre-Calc and Calc teacher. 'Nuff said.
• Phys 251: The professor is pretty much Shiv's dad and the material we're set up to cover is once again pathetic. I retook Electromag because I only got a 4 on the Fizz Electromag and wasn't sure I could perform at the college level, but this is just ridiculous, and I'm surrounded by absolute knuckleheads.

Well, there's my short assessment of my teachers and classes. It's a pain, really. Of course, to answer the question everybody seems to love: Have I been doing the party thing? No. Why? I am 100% averted to such annoying social scenes. Meeting people in college=I don't care. It's now about my edumacation (even though I technically already have a 50% homework grade in English).

My damn advisor decided to revoke his acceptance of me taking over 19 credits. apparently Freshmen aren't allowed to do that and apparently I already was taking too many heavy courses for him to make an exception. Whatev. He said if I could prove that I could handle this semester, he'd still make an exception next semester. I suppose I'll keep my fingers crossed and whatnot.

There's a football game tonight. Steph and Aaron say I should go. I don't think either of them realizes how little spirit I have, and how much of a hassle it will end up being.

Stress metre's on high because of school and work-related matters, but expounding on that's just gonna be more of a downer. No roommate where I'm at yet, either :(.

I love the UA Rec Centre...seriously. Weights+Racquetball all the time=A chance for me to get fit again!

Well, I'll leave it here for now, I suppose. Until the next boring morning, then.

Chapter Six

Well, it's been quite some time since my last post. There are definitely some things to say, as well. First, I moved down to Tuscon. How do I feel about that? Considering the circumstances, very shitty, but elaborating on that any further would make this too whiny for my tastes and I'm gonna go for a different feel with what's to follow.
I've been slacking off with my writing a bit, but that's fundamentally because of the move and consequences thereof. Somewhat relatedly, I got in touch with a friend I always seem to be swinging in and out of motion with, and I suppose quite famously in my little clique. Well, it's a good thing because, while it presents me with some troublesome annoying mental conflicts again, it also gives me the motivation to hit the keyboard and sketch pad again, the ability to take the finishing step on some of my works.
However, that same...friend...has caused my greivance beyond what I would expect of myself. It would seem as though I am constantly feeling something for this lass, and it inhibits me from what would simply be more healthy scenes. Even now. Annoying. Severely so.
Ah, well, right now I honestly have other things to worry about. And more than ever, I need to focus. My energy is currently being way too divided. Totally not cool. Hm, an excess of sentence fragments in here. Very well. Until Monday, Peace, Love, and Acid.

Chapter Five

At least I hope it's five. I'm going to screw that up one of these days. It has been brought to attention that I can be, well, a cold bastard. However, if I was truly such, I ideally wouldn't be writing this blog.
Today my mother, for very understandable reasons, pulled out a bunch of old pictures and such. Needless to say, I have no care for such memories. It's not because I don't care about people, but I have a distaste for keeping most things, regardless of what the subject material may be, of whatever supposed sentimental worth it may carry. My mum reacted very well on the outside to what must've seemed like a complete apathy, but I could tell it bothered her a little. A shame, but nothing to be done about it.
A second reason as to why people might occasionally perceive me as such is because I have a general distaste for humanity, largely stemming out of a distaste for myself. This gets fairly complicated, and I don't understand the logic, or lack thereof, behind it myself, but I will do my best to explain through way of the typed word. I hold the basic belief that people are driven by various sins of selfishness. I hold this belief because, more than in most others that I meet, I see it so evident in my own nature, in the reasons for my own actions. Hm, that last sentence was somewhat choppy. Oh, well. Anywho, I used to get pretty depressed about this. Then there was a phase where I just had idealized goals of self-betterment is some epic sorta way. Now, I realize I've become fairly accepting of it, and apathetic about it, coming to the conclusion that it quite simply can be no other way. I dislike it, and dislike myself as a byproduct thereof, but cannot actively change it. Instead, I merely embrace my moments of altruism as much as possible until I return to being the selfish pig that I am, and becoming part of that same herd I know all humans are fundamentally a part of. By the course fo religion, it would just seem as some pigs get the chance to grow wings and fly out of the muddy pen. Good for them.

Ah, that felt inconclusive, but oh, well, it was destined to be. Maybe later. Maybe not.

Hm, I must depart from this screen for now, but I may come back to edit this with an add or two later.
Big rugby game on tonight.
BIG.