Another update from Anschutz
Alright team, huddle up. Here's the gameplan.
Today: Finish the COMS 331 Paper. I'll do this when I'm done here.
Tonight: I do believe if I can get a hold of Neal, that I shall go play free poker at the titty bar. Nothing's better than bowing out early only to be consoled with the false affection of topless women. Plus, I deserve such an evening, with how busy and rush rush things have been lately. It'll take my mind off of all the shit.
Tues-Fri: Go to class and work a lot.
Wed: ABSC Video Exam. After that, I never have to go back. Rock the fuck on, Joesus Christ.
Friday: Close video department. Again.
Sat: 3 and a half hours of degrading bagging. Just when I think that I'm done with it, they keep pulling me back in. Ah well. Fuck em'.
I was getting pensive in my ABSC class this morning. I was thinking "wow, I was a weird kid growing up." However, I miss those days. Life was so much simpler. I didn't have to worry about the horrendous mold growing in the sink, or how I'll pay my bills, or trudging in the cold to my job. Perhaps I just think too damn much. Hell, at work the other night, the new girl said to me "when you walk around, you look like you're deep in thought." Probably because I always am. At points I feel like a prisoner in a very weird mind. I don't understand how it works, I just kind of use it. I have a basic recipe knowledge of it. I don't have to reason why I come to conclusions as I do, it just occurs. I'll take it over anything inferior, though. At least it worls the correct way, and has a pretty decent conscience attached to it.
Thanksgiving was fun, I suppose. Diane's kids were there *shudder*. That was indeed the down point. That night, Dad and I sat down, had a few rum and cokes, and really gained an understanding of how our minds work. We're a lot alike, Dad and I. He's a really good guy.
Well, it's time to go back to the daily grind after this few minutes of escape. Off I go, then. Will I live? Die? What adventures await? Only time shall tell, my friends.
I hope my writing has been enjoyed. It feels good to be able to store some thoughts in here and free up some thinking space. I can then look it up later, and continue where I left off.
Arrividerci.
Today: Finish the COMS 331 Paper. I'll do this when I'm done here.
Tonight: I do believe if I can get a hold of Neal, that I shall go play free poker at the titty bar. Nothing's better than bowing out early only to be consoled with the false affection of topless women. Plus, I deserve such an evening, with how busy and rush rush things have been lately. It'll take my mind off of all the shit.
Tues-Fri: Go to class and work a lot.
Wed: ABSC Video Exam. After that, I never have to go back. Rock the fuck on, Joesus Christ.
Friday: Close video department. Again.
Sat: 3 and a half hours of degrading bagging. Just when I think that I'm done with it, they keep pulling me back in. Ah well. Fuck em'.
I was getting pensive in my ABSC class this morning. I was thinking "wow, I was a weird kid growing up." However, I miss those days. Life was so much simpler. I didn't have to worry about the horrendous mold growing in the sink, or how I'll pay my bills, or trudging in the cold to my job. Perhaps I just think too damn much. Hell, at work the other night, the new girl said to me "when you walk around, you look like you're deep in thought." Probably because I always am. At points I feel like a prisoner in a very weird mind. I don't understand how it works, I just kind of use it. I have a basic recipe knowledge of it. I don't have to reason why I come to conclusions as I do, it just occurs. I'll take it over anything inferior, though. At least it worls the correct way, and has a pretty decent conscience attached to it.
Thanksgiving was fun, I suppose. Diane's kids were there *shudder*. That was indeed the down point. That night, Dad and I sat down, had a few rum and cokes, and really gained an understanding of how our minds work. We're a lot alike, Dad and I. He's a really good guy.
Well, it's time to go back to the daily grind after this few minutes of escape. Off I go, then. Will I live? Die? What adventures await? Only time shall tell, my friends.
I hope my writing has been enjoyed. It feels good to be able to store some thoughts in here and free up some thinking space. I can then look it up later, and continue where I left off.
Arrividerci.