I still want to type up something before I clonk out...
It's becoming increasingly obvious to be that I may have some slightly nihilistic tendencies. There's also people probably more cognizant than I. This is a bit disconcerting. I think bad to the limited scope my mind generally has.
I'm not a mouth-breathing half-wit like so many out there, but I'm still a half-wit I'm more than sure.
I wandered about trying to find a place yesterday. I can bury my head in a book but my internal compass was shot long ago. I see left and right. I can see forward and back. I really can't ever hope to super-impose these.
I left a book out a little too obviously. Well, it's worse when I called up my dad, wondering if I left the notebook with the DnD campaign in my room. My dad as well as I are terrible at searching and the like. It's genetic or something. He did see the copy of Screw the Roses on my desk. My explanation, which wasn't entirely a lie when all is said and done was, "I'm studying abnormal psychology". And I am. The DSM, and then some BDSM.
He complained the next day about how I waste my time playing video games and reading the Onion, and how I'm just cluttering my brain. This pissed me off, since he is religiously glued to the television and I haven't played a video-game on my computer in close to a week now*. I know his mention of The Onion was just a cover, but I also like The Onion. It's quite an intelligent thing despite its silliness and the fact that it actually recycles old articles back into the paper from time to time.
Friday... I feel I could have gotten more reading in were it not for me being a DM.
Saturday... Busy with homework for one chunk, getting lost downtown for the other.
Sunday... Some time to read and study and stuff!
And FAFSA tomorrow.
1. When I noticed the speed at which I am getting through some of my books it just seemed appealing to lay off the games.
I'm not a mouth-breathing half-wit like so many out there, but I'm still a half-wit I'm more than sure.
I wandered about trying to find a place yesterday. I can bury my head in a book but my internal compass was shot long ago. I see left and right. I can see forward and back. I really can't ever hope to super-impose these.
I left a book out a little too obviously. Well, it's worse when I called up my dad, wondering if I left the notebook with the DnD campaign in my room. My dad as well as I are terrible at searching and the like. It's genetic or something. He did see the copy of Screw the Roses on my desk. My explanation, which wasn't entirely a lie when all is said and done was, "I'm studying abnormal psychology". And I am. The DSM, and then some BDSM.
He complained the next day about how I waste my time playing video games and reading the Onion, and how I'm just cluttering my brain. This pissed me off, since he is religiously glued to the television and I haven't played a video-game on my computer in close to a week now*. I know his mention of The Onion was just a cover, but I also like The Onion. It's quite an intelligent thing despite its silliness and the fact that it actually recycles old articles back into the paper from time to time.
Friday... I feel I could have gotten more reading in were it not for me being a DM.
Saturday... Busy with homework for one chunk, getting lost downtown for the other.
Sunday... Some time to read and study and stuff!
And FAFSA tomorrow.
1. When I noticed the speed at which I am getting through some of my books it just seemed appealing to lay off the games.