Wow.
I don't even want to read any of my previous entries. They're probably so fucking inane and worthless.
Anyways, this is what's going on in my life:
I'm still at BCC. This semester is coming to a swift end, and I am very happy for that. To say that it was tumultuous and capricious would be a gross understatement. Taking six classes was a stupid fucking decision, but it's almost done, and I think I'm going to come out with pretty good grades. Four As and Two Bs is good enough for me. Fucking Spanish class, and fuck math.
Yeah, imagine that: I'm actually getting better at math. I started studying with my buddy and I think I'm improving a lot.
Philosophy has made me a little bit disillusioned with life and the academic world. It's just so out there; everything is so out there right now. I don't even really know what to think about anything anymore. I'm not sure where I will be in ten years. However, I really want to travel and see some things. Iceland seems to be a contender.
I'm sticking with philosophy as my major, but I also think that I'm going to be majoring in linguistics. Yeah. Pragmatism finally set in. Great.
I will be done with BCC at the end of this year; I should have been done by the end of this summer term but BCC fucked me over terribly by only offering one summer semester this year. You don't even know how pissed I am. Ineffable hatred.
Anyways, I'm either going to New College Florida or University of Florida. We'll see how it goes I guess. I really want to go to NCF just because it's so small and I'm really into the educational philosophy of liberal arts schools. I don't know if a cynical, nihilistic asshole like myself can really handle UF.
I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, and I've been dabbling into a few short stories. They're pretty good; you probably wouldn't enjoy them though because you're a superficial asshole. This is the way of the world I suppose.
Work has become insipid. So has school.
I really can't deal with my job anymore though; two years of washing dishes can make you an angry person. I don't intend on staying there after this semester. Down with Florida Tech!
I realize that I have no friends anymore, and it kind of sucks. I really miss the days where I knew a lot of people and every weekend I had something enjoyable to do. Now I look at my buddy list and my phone list and realize that out of the ten people that I actually have listed, I don't want to really talk to any of them except maybe three-- and even those three are just going to be sitting around the house smoking pot and playing video games. I don't do much of anything anymore except read, go to the beach, downtown Melbourne, or exercise. It's monotonous. I guess it's growing up though; as we get older we just lose those associations that we've made and we start to have less and less in common with others. I'd give anything to be able to go back to ninth grade and start over again from there. I'm just now starting to realize how much fun I really had and how having essentially no responsibility was bliss. I'm far too nostalgic; it is bad to become a slave of one's past. We should instead harness its experiences and use it to become the sculptors of our future.
But that's just bullshit; let's get back to reality.
I'm glad that I stopped smoking pot, but that's the past.
It's really pretty puerile.
Writing this little blog has proven to be quite cathartic if I might say.
I'll go for now. I wonder if anyone actually reads this. If they do, they're probably just lurking assholes who are trying to ruin me.
So it goes.
Anyways, this is what's going on in my life:
I'm still at BCC. This semester is coming to a swift end, and I am very happy for that. To say that it was tumultuous and capricious would be a gross understatement. Taking six classes was a stupid fucking decision, but it's almost done, and I think I'm going to come out with pretty good grades. Four As and Two Bs is good enough for me. Fucking Spanish class, and fuck math.
Yeah, imagine that: I'm actually getting better at math. I started studying with my buddy and I think I'm improving a lot.
Philosophy has made me a little bit disillusioned with life and the academic world. It's just so out there; everything is so out there right now. I don't even really know what to think about anything anymore. I'm not sure where I will be in ten years. However, I really want to travel and see some things. Iceland seems to be a contender.
I'm sticking with philosophy as my major, but I also think that I'm going to be majoring in linguistics. Yeah. Pragmatism finally set in. Great.
I will be done with BCC at the end of this year; I should have been done by the end of this summer term but BCC fucked me over terribly by only offering one summer semester this year. You don't even know how pissed I am. Ineffable hatred.
Anyways, I'm either going to New College Florida or University of Florida. We'll see how it goes I guess. I really want to go to NCF just because it's so small and I'm really into the educational philosophy of liberal arts schools. I don't know if a cynical, nihilistic asshole like myself can really handle UF.
I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, and I've been dabbling into a few short stories. They're pretty good; you probably wouldn't enjoy them though because you're a superficial asshole. This is the way of the world I suppose.
Work has become insipid. So has school.
I really can't deal with my job anymore though; two years of washing dishes can make you an angry person. I don't intend on staying there after this semester. Down with Florida Tech!
I realize that I have no friends anymore, and it kind of sucks. I really miss the days where I knew a lot of people and every weekend I had something enjoyable to do. Now I look at my buddy list and my phone list and realize that out of the ten people that I actually have listed, I don't want to really talk to any of them except maybe three-- and even those three are just going to be sitting around the house smoking pot and playing video games. I don't do much of anything anymore except read, go to the beach, downtown Melbourne, or exercise. It's monotonous. I guess it's growing up though; as we get older we just lose those associations that we've made and we start to have less and less in common with others. I'd give anything to be able to go back to ninth grade and start over again from there. I'm just now starting to realize how much fun I really had and how having essentially no responsibility was bliss. I'm far too nostalgic; it is bad to become a slave of one's past. We should instead harness its experiences and use it to become the sculptors of our future.
But that's just bullshit; let's get back to reality.
I'm glad that I stopped smoking pot, but that's the past.
It's really pretty puerile.
Writing this little blog has proven to be quite cathartic if I might say.
I'll go for now. I wonder if anyone actually reads this. If they do, they're probably just lurking assholes who are trying to ruin me.
So it goes.