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Re: Now I remember, omg
Damn what a strangely normal exodus story given that they're all strange. Does your dad, by chance, have a way to kill his lovers with cancer? Yeah, bad taste. He did teach me how to untie my doubleknotted shoelaces in one go, so I am indebted to him. Honestly wish I had a dad like he seemed: flawed, but no doubt hunting out better things-- not givin up like mine. But c'est la vie, I mean it both ways nearly, cuz I also wouldn't want my life any other way. It's been hard, cuz apparently that's the only way a dense guy like me learns. Barely knew Maddy and co. if I did, so I'll bypass it.
Stuck in Oakland for years and years now whileI try to get my environment right. I can finish up a philosophy degree here in a year... at UC Berkeley. But I HATE being an undergrad. I hate doing anything remotely BS and waste-of-time. I've read more than the grad students. Don't need them to F with me, while I sit in chairs for 6 hrs, write papers I don't wanna, on topics that don't matter .... blablabla. Hate it. Love lectures, but it's just indicative of the comedy of philosophy. Its fucking nihilism. Know one knows anything. Vain and worthless, mandatory topics abound. Hard to be serious about. I'm into the philosophy of mind, and I guess neuroscience eventually... but we'll see how that pans out. I'm too much of an ass to be an academic. I'd rather punch people in the face to prove an argument out of impatience.
Been in the Bay Area for like 5+ years. It's beautiful, hands down paradise. Meditteranean all the time. Bad days are few.. and it's just the drizzle you see every other day up there. So.. I'm stuck in paradise till I get my money right. Get professional and bounce the hell out, because everyone here is a transitional flake. Can't fucking live in a place founded on the promise of gold, on a fault line, with the most brilliant minds competing for coffee jobs. Lazy art. Too mellow. Too passive-aggressive. No price on human life. Could get shot anytime. My neighbor could walk right through my glass walls.. literally.. and that's why I have a machete on my desk. Shitty Grapes of Wrath CA, where everyone comes when hard times hit, for the sun, at least, get fucked, raped, and leave no trace. Cuz there's too many stories to tell like that. So much so, I can't protest anything lest I get sent to jail and it's fucking barbaric here. So la-di-da.
I want to roll like the Mob, with legitimacy. I want mansions, condos and money continuously re-invested. Fuck getting fucked by this game. Being a peon. Living on bread and (please, god?) peanut butter. I'm an upbeatnik with technology. Can shoot, edit, master a whoe movie on a P. Can start a business on Ebay. Start a viral ad-attacked website. What's preventing that? Mediocrity. Daily struggles. Pssh. I'm gonna at least try doing art for awhile, since I have some connections. Writing a book yet? To hell with being the maids and janitors for the boring and oppressive. If you haven't... start with a short story. Do it. Have you seen A MOVIE lately? They suck compared to any given 5 mins of my life. Write it down.
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Re: Now I remember, omg
Damn what a strangely normal exodus story given that they're all strange. Does your dad, by chance, have a way to kill his lovers with cancer? Yeah, bad taste. He did teach me how to untie my doubleknotted shoelaces in one go, so I am indebted to him. Honestly wish I had a dad like he seemed: flawed, but no doubt hunting out better things-- not givin up like mine. But c'est la vie, I mean it both ways nearly, cuz I also wouldn't want my life any other way. It's been hard, cuz apparently that's the only way a dense guy like me learns. Barely knew Maddy and co. if I did, so I'll bypass it.
Stuck in Oakland for years and years now whileI try to get my environment right. I can finish up a philosophy degree here in a year... at UC Berkeley. But I HATE being an undergrad. I hate doing anything remotely BS and waste-of-time. I've read more than the grad students. Don't need them to F with me, while I sit in chairs for 6 hrs, write papers I don't wanna, on topics that don't matter .... blablabla. Hate it. Love lectures, but it's just indicative of the comedy of philosophy. Its fucking nihilism. Know one knows anything. Vain and worthless, mandatory topics abound. Hard to be serious about. I'm into the philosophy of mind, and I guess neuroscience eventually... but we'll see how that pans out. I'm too much of an ass to be an academic. I'd rather punch people in the face to prove an argument out of impatience.
Been in the Bay Area for like 5+ years. It's beautiful, hands down paradise. Meditteranean all the time. Bad days are few.. and it's just the drizzle you see every other day up there. So.. I'm stuck in paradise till I get my money right. Get professional and bounce the hell out, because everyone here is a transitional flake. Can't fucking live in a place founded on the promise of gold, on a fault line, with the most brilliant minds competing for coffee jobs. Lazy art. Too mellow. Too passive-aggressive. No price on human life. Could get shot anytime. My neighbor could walk right through my glass walls.. literally.. and that's why I have a machete on my desk. Shitty Grapes of Wrath CA, where everyone comes when hard times hit, for the sun, at least, get fucked, raped, and leave no trace. Cuz there's too many stories to tell like that. So much so, I can't protest anything lest I get sent to jail and it's fucking barbaric here. So la-di-da.
I want to roll like the Mob, with legitimacy. I want mansions, condos and money continuously re-invested. Fuck getting fucked by this game. Being a peon. Living on bread and (please, god?) peanut butter. I'm an upbeatnik with technology. Can shoot, edit, master a whoe movie on a P. Can start a business on Ebay. Start a viral ad-attacked website. What's preventing that? Mediocrity. Daily struggles. Pssh. I'm gonna at least try doing art for awhile, since I have some connections. Writing a book yet? To hell with being the maids and janitors for the boring and oppressive. If you haven't... start with a short story. Do it. Have you seen A MOVIE lately? They suck compared to any given 5 mins of my life. Write it down.