Do you want karate?
Friday's are supposed to be my one peaceful day of the week, but thanks to a party held in the Johnson Center last week, and now sorority and fraternity recruitment today, I'm constantly surrounded by total douche bags. I haven't seen "Open Water," but I imagine I'm stuck in a similar situation to the protagonists of that film: Completely surrounded by malevolent beasts, most likely, intent on devouring my genitals. If you've seen Open Water, and there is not, in fact, genital consumption, please don't spoil it for me. As I type this, there are approximately 25 dudes amassed about me. Something I fail to understand is how so many fat fuckers can be adorned in apparel proclaiming their love of athletics. One guy, for example, is wearing a shirt that says "Boston 10k Run" stretched tautly across the 225lbs that say "glutton." That's like seeing a quadruple amputee wearing a hat that says "puppeteer." Well shit, now the sororities are filing out, leaving me alone to emcee this sausage party. It's total manarchy in here right now.
School's started, huzzah! Actually, I'm really glad to be back in class. I'm lucky enough to be done with bullshit and be taking the things in which I'm genuinely interested. An educational institution takes on a completely different atmosphere when you feel you're enriching yourself with information you'll use some day. As I sit in class and listen to the professor lecture, I'm not retaining this stuff in temporary memory just until the test rolls around, but rather thinking of ways I can practically apply it to my personal work. It's nothing profound or necessarily interesting, seeing as I'm only taking a digital art class this semester, but as this is a subject I've been wanting to learn for awhile now I'm rather pleased to finally be jumping in. Right now we're working with Adobe Illustrator, and so far it's fully earning the "ILL" part. Photoshop is old and busted, Illustrator is the new hotness. Every time we go over some new function I'm like "Holy shit, that was awesome." I should probably stop raising my hand before saying it though. At the same time, it's also frustratingly obvious that whoever the A-Hole who created the Power Puff girls is, he made an assload of money using this program and maybe 3 tools. Right now I'm fluctuating between picking this shit up with great ease and punching myself in the throat after being consumed by madness and confusion. A lot of function's are relatively intuitive (especially after having experience with Photoshop) whereas some other shit I'd have an easier chance grasping if it was written in whatever the fuck those symbols are on the Predator's exploding arm band. I'm sure it will all come together eventually, and perhaps, at the end of the semester, I'll have yet another skill to add to the list of things I'm "not bad" at. I'm not bad at drawing. I'm not bad at coloring. I'm not bad at Mario Kart, or Spades, or jump roping, or arm wrestling, or maintaining personal hygiene, but I don't excel at many things either (though I did score a pretty boss 81 words per minute average on Typer Shark the other day). This could soon be another notch on the belt of mediocrity that holds up my non-descript pants. Though, regardless of what my proficiency with Illustrator levels off at, I'm going to walk away from that class with an ass kicking key chain. We were required to buy one of those keychain flash drives to save all of our work files to, so now I have a tiny little piece of plastic in my pocket with probably twice the memory the computer I have at home posesses. I'm all high-tech and shit. My clothes say early 17th century, but my keys say 23rd or beyond. My co-worker saw it the other day and our conversation went something to the effective of:
"Hey, what's that?"
"That's my house key."
"No, not that. That other thing."
"That would be my car key."
"No shit. I mean what's that silvery/red plastic looking thing?"
"Oh, that? Why that is the power cosmic."
Then her eyes melted out like the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc.
Speaking of work, I've been assigned to take over for my recently departed boss, meaning I'm now in charge of this rag tag band of misfits. I've re-named the Info Desk "The Mighty Ducks" and replaced my name tag with one saying "Emilio Estevez." If you come by and ask to borrow a stapler or something, be prepared to have it brought to you in the flying V formation. As a result of this recent power shift, I'm required to be here at 7am every goddamn motherfucking day. Fuck. I'm getting paid a lot more, which I guess is cool, but seriously, I hate this. I don't like being the boss. I don't think others like me being the boss either, as every now and then I randomly fire one of them just to make a clear distinction of who is the powerless and who is the powerful. For serious though, I don't like the hours AT ALL, I don't particularly enjoy having to be the killjoy who is required to discipline others, I'm not a big fan of paper work and I don't trust myself with repsonsibility at all. I'm only doing this until they hire someone who actually wants this job, but I've been told it could take several months. So while I'm temporarily "The Man" (in the bad way), rest assured I'm still permanently "The Shit" (in the good way).
Last thing I'm going to mention is that these last two weeks have made it painfully clear that I am TERRIBLE at small talk. I mean really fucking bad. With the start of the new semester I've had at least a dozen people I know around campus come up to chat with me and I'm pretty sure I've blown every conversation in some way. Either I've been too distracted by work and appear rudely disinterested, said something weird, or just kind of awkwardly stared silently at the person talking to me. I don't know what the problem is, because I'm not very shy, I legitmately like all these people, this journal should be plenty indication of the fact that I have no problem talking a LOT...I guess it's the absence of a real subject to discuss. Talk to me about movies, or video games, or comic books, or music and be prepared to hear me drone on for fourty minutes. Come up and say "So how's school?" or something equally vague and I have no response but to stare blankly and kind of mutter "s'alright." This is why I've sworn off Instant Messenger, as it's nothing BUT that type of conversation. I don't know if anyone I may have treated this way would be reading this, but if you are, I apologize.
Ok, that wasn't the last thing I'm going to mention, but hopefully these are:
1. I've done research into setting up a domain name and web site as was discussed in an earlier comments section here. I'm seriously considering shelling out the cash to make it happen, but I think I need some more conceptualizing as to what the page will actually be about. I feel that whole decision is akin to preparing for a child, meaning, you don't want it to come out permanently fucked up and retarded.
2. One of my roommates just started working for Cox cable. I could give a flying fuck. At least, that's what I thought until I came home the other night and found a digital cable box lying on my bedroom floor. I hooked that shit up and started playing around only to discover, dude, holy shit, we get ALL THE FUCKING CHANNELS. We get all the fucking channels for FREE. And when I say "all the channels" I mean all the channels. I think you know what channel I'm talking about, awwwww yeah!
Alright, this was long as fuck. I don't anticipate anyone to actually read it, I was more or less just rambling for therapeutic reasons. Boo-yah.
PS-If you're into shit that is totally awesome, check out these stills from the Sin City movie: http://www.darkhorizons.com/2005/sincity.php
PPS-Ok, just to be sure, you did know I was talking about the Spice Channel, right? Awwwww yeah!
School's started, huzzah! Actually, I'm really glad to be back in class. I'm lucky enough to be done with bullshit and be taking the things in which I'm genuinely interested. An educational institution takes on a completely different atmosphere when you feel you're enriching yourself with information you'll use some day. As I sit in class and listen to the professor lecture, I'm not retaining this stuff in temporary memory just until the test rolls around, but rather thinking of ways I can practically apply it to my personal work. It's nothing profound or necessarily interesting, seeing as I'm only taking a digital art class this semester, but as this is a subject I've been wanting to learn for awhile now I'm rather pleased to finally be jumping in. Right now we're working with Adobe Illustrator, and so far it's fully earning the "ILL" part. Photoshop is old and busted, Illustrator is the new hotness. Every time we go over some new function I'm like "Holy shit, that was awesome." I should probably stop raising my hand before saying it though. At the same time, it's also frustratingly obvious that whoever the A-Hole who created the Power Puff girls is, he made an assload of money using this program and maybe 3 tools. Right now I'm fluctuating between picking this shit up with great ease and punching myself in the throat after being consumed by madness and confusion. A lot of function's are relatively intuitive (especially after having experience with Photoshop) whereas some other shit I'd have an easier chance grasping if it was written in whatever the fuck those symbols are on the Predator's exploding arm band. I'm sure it will all come together eventually, and perhaps, at the end of the semester, I'll have yet another skill to add to the list of things I'm "not bad" at. I'm not bad at drawing. I'm not bad at coloring. I'm not bad at Mario Kart, or Spades, or jump roping, or arm wrestling, or maintaining personal hygiene, but I don't excel at many things either (though I did score a pretty boss 81 words per minute average on Typer Shark the other day). This could soon be another notch on the belt of mediocrity that holds up my non-descript pants. Though, regardless of what my proficiency with Illustrator levels off at, I'm going to walk away from that class with an ass kicking key chain. We were required to buy one of those keychain flash drives to save all of our work files to, so now I have a tiny little piece of plastic in my pocket with probably twice the memory the computer I have at home posesses. I'm all high-tech and shit. My clothes say early 17th century, but my keys say 23rd or beyond. My co-worker saw it the other day and our conversation went something to the effective of:
"Hey, what's that?"
"That's my house key."
"No, not that. That other thing."
"That would be my car key."
"No shit. I mean what's that silvery/red plastic looking thing?"
"Oh, that? Why that is the power cosmic."
Then her eyes melted out like the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc.
Speaking of work, I've been assigned to take over for my recently departed boss, meaning I'm now in charge of this rag tag band of misfits. I've re-named the Info Desk "The Mighty Ducks" and replaced my name tag with one saying "Emilio Estevez." If you come by and ask to borrow a stapler or something, be prepared to have it brought to you in the flying V formation. As a result of this recent power shift, I'm required to be here at 7am every goddamn motherfucking day. Fuck. I'm getting paid a lot more, which I guess is cool, but seriously, I hate this. I don't like being the boss. I don't think others like me being the boss either, as every now and then I randomly fire one of them just to make a clear distinction of who is the powerless and who is the powerful. For serious though, I don't like the hours AT ALL, I don't particularly enjoy having to be the killjoy who is required to discipline others, I'm not a big fan of paper work and I don't trust myself with repsonsibility at all. I'm only doing this until they hire someone who actually wants this job, but I've been told it could take several months. So while I'm temporarily "The Man" (in the bad way), rest assured I'm still permanently "The Shit" (in the good way).
Last thing I'm going to mention is that these last two weeks have made it painfully clear that I am TERRIBLE at small talk. I mean really fucking bad. With the start of the new semester I've had at least a dozen people I know around campus come up to chat with me and I'm pretty sure I've blown every conversation in some way. Either I've been too distracted by work and appear rudely disinterested, said something weird, or just kind of awkwardly stared silently at the person talking to me. I don't know what the problem is, because I'm not very shy, I legitmately like all these people, this journal should be plenty indication of the fact that I have no problem talking a LOT...I guess it's the absence of a real subject to discuss. Talk to me about movies, or video games, or comic books, or music and be prepared to hear me drone on for fourty minutes. Come up and say "So how's school?" or something equally vague and I have no response but to stare blankly and kind of mutter "s'alright." This is why I've sworn off Instant Messenger, as it's nothing BUT that type of conversation. I don't know if anyone I may have treated this way would be reading this, but if you are, I apologize.
Ok, that wasn't the last thing I'm going to mention, but hopefully these are:
1. I've done research into setting up a domain name and web site as was discussed in an earlier comments section here. I'm seriously considering shelling out the cash to make it happen, but I think I need some more conceptualizing as to what the page will actually be about. I feel that whole decision is akin to preparing for a child, meaning, you don't want it to come out permanently fucked up and retarded.
2. One of my roommates just started working for Cox cable. I could give a flying fuck. At least, that's what I thought until I came home the other night and found a digital cable box lying on my bedroom floor. I hooked that shit up and started playing around only to discover, dude, holy shit, we get ALL THE FUCKING CHANNELS. We get all the fucking channels for FREE. And when I say "all the channels" I mean all the channels. I think you know what channel I'm talking about, awwwww yeah!
Alright, this was long as fuck. I don't anticipate anyone to actually read it, I was more or less just rambling for therapeutic reasons. Boo-yah.
PS-If you're into shit that is totally awesome, check out these stills from the Sin City movie: http://www.darkhorizons.com/2005/sincity.php
PPS-Ok, just to be sure, you did know I was talking about the Spice Channel, right? Awwwww yeah!