Grar…
It’s a real pain in the ass to get over a cold when you can’t spend a day lying down and doing nothing.
In any case, the site launched, and to my amazement, nothing happened. Scaled demons did not rise from the salty depths bearing rusted, menacing hooks, Beelzebub failed to burst through my floor dangling the carcasses of un-baptized infants, and the masses did not revolt and string up my corpse in the town square for all to see and pelt.
In hind site, I shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. I checked every link on the site a thousand times before I ever uploaded it, and then several times over again. Ren is an artisan of code, and managed to mold an unruly beast into what now amounts to several thousand lines of code in the form of his personal prison bitch. It’s something I couldn’t possibly comprehend. Surely, a blood vessel would burst in my skull, and my bloated body would be found months later decomposing in front of the keyboard.
While everything else is reaching equilibrium, I’m starting to grow weary of my classes. This setup is starting to chafe, and I’m not comfortable with the amount of blood produced. Besides the general time crunch, I’m wondering just how well this semester will go. I can probably predict my trouble courses, but some might be deceptively difficult. It wouldn’t be the first time a teacher lured me in with light course work and a laid-back image only to sucker-punch me with a test covering things that were never once mentioned. I’ll have to wait for the first row of tests to finds out… I think… that’s the next week or two. It’ll be tough, but at least with the site up, I’ve removed that much burden from my mind.
My mind has been moving at a fevered pitch lately, something brought on by self-imposed stress and time constraints. I’ll repeat the same list in my mind over and over, as if exerting enough mental energy well somehow shred the laws of physics and decrease my workload. I’ve thought a lot though. Haven’t found many answers though. What will I major in? What can I make money at? What will make me happy? Who can I date? Who will I marry? What will happen with Dee? Cecil? Gabe? Should I change jobs? How do I meet people?
It’s an odd situation. I feel like I’m missing so much. I probably am, I just don’t know how to fix it.
That’s a lie. I know how. I have to decide on what will make me happy, I have to go out more, and when I’m out, I have to be confident enough to speak up. I’ve preached so often about refusing to talk yourself out of things, and going for what you want, but it’s amazing how rarely I can muster the bravado for it.
I think I need a wingman. I need to hit the Boro with someone that exudes enough confidence for me to well my own. That’s the best plan of attack I can form, I think.
Hm.
Pass the semester. - Working on it.
Decide on a major.
Date
Lose weight. - Working on it.
Get the site running. - Check
Get advertising.
Get New Age running
One in seven isn’t that bad I suppose.
In any case, the site launched, and to my amazement, nothing happened. Scaled demons did not rise from the salty depths bearing rusted, menacing hooks, Beelzebub failed to burst through my floor dangling the carcasses of un-baptized infants, and the masses did not revolt and string up my corpse in the town square for all to see and pelt.
In hind site, I shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. I checked every link on the site a thousand times before I ever uploaded it, and then several times over again. Ren is an artisan of code, and managed to mold an unruly beast into what now amounts to several thousand lines of code in the form of his personal prison bitch. It’s something I couldn’t possibly comprehend. Surely, a blood vessel would burst in my skull, and my bloated body would be found months later decomposing in front of the keyboard.
While everything else is reaching equilibrium, I’m starting to grow weary of my classes. This setup is starting to chafe, and I’m not comfortable with the amount of blood produced. Besides the general time crunch, I’m wondering just how well this semester will go. I can probably predict my trouble courses, but some might be deceptively difficult. It wouldn’t be the first time a teacher lured me in with light course work and a laid-back image only to sucker-punch me with a test covering things that were never once mentioned. I’ll have to wait for the first row of tests to finds out… I think… that’s the next week or two. It’ll be tough, but at least with the site up, I’ve removed that much burden from my mind.
My mind has been moving at a fevered pitch lately, something brought on by self-imposed stress and time constraints. I’ll repeat the same list in my mind over and over, as if exerting enough mental energy well somehow shred the laws of physics and decrease my workload. I’ve thought a lot though. Haven’t found many answers though. What will I major in? What can I make money at? What will make me happy? Who can I date? Who will I marry? What will happen with Dee? Cecil? Gabe? Should I change jobs? How do I meet people?
It’s an odd situation. I feel like I’m missing so much. I probably am, I just don’t know how to fix it.
That’s a lie. I know how. I have to decide on what will make me happy, I have to go out more, and when I’m out, I have to be confident enough to speak up. I’ve preached so often about refusing to talk yourself out of things, and going for what you want, but it’s amazing how rarely I can muster the bravado for it.
I think I need a wingman. I need to hit the Boro with someone that exudes enough confidence for me to well my own. That’s the best plan of attack I can form, I think.
Hm.
Pass the semester. - Working on it.
Decide on a major.
Date
Lose weight. - Working on it.
Get the site running. - Check
Get advertising.
Get New Age running
One in seven isn’t that bad I suppose.