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Home is boring! (Then again, so is school). But school is warm. (There's work at school). True, no work here... (No getting paid either, though). Gosh-darn my manager who didn't deliver the message that I'd be back! (Have you switched sides?) Maybe... (Why are you talking to yourself?) You started it... (I think you're scaring people.) ... Me too.
La la la. I'm so bored. I had to go pick my sister up from school today, but it turned out she had a french club meeting that she'd forgotten about, so I had to wander the school in search of people to talk to. Unfortunately, the teachers that are friendly to me and encouraging had already left... so the ones I did talk to made me depressed. Evil them... evil, evil them and their "what are you going to do with computer science?" Darn them and their implied "your view of the world is totally wrong, you're going to end up debugging other creative peoples' stuff." WHAT THE FREAKING HECK?!?! I'm not creative...? Actually, that's a bad question. This was the math teacher and guidance councellor I was talking to... I didn't really have much opportunity to be creative for them. But then... ah, screw it. Why is it so easy to damage my self-confidence anymore? (Well, you know I blame the UofC, so it's hardly worth saying again, non? Hehehe).
Perhaps if I manage to get up at something resembling a reasonable time tomorrow, I'll start writing again. I've got a few interesting little experiments nagging at me (they're always "experiments." I can't write straight-out "this is supposed to be good" stuff... It's always got to be "let's see how this turns out, don't worry if it's good because it's an experiment..")
La la la. I'm so bored. I had to go pick my sister up from school today, but it turned out she had a french club meeting that she'd forgotten about, so I had to wander the school in search of people to talk to. Unfortunately, the teachers that are friendly to me and encouraging had already left... so the ones I did talk to made me depressed. Evil them... evil, evil them and their "what are you going to do with computer science?" Darn them and their implied "your view of the world is totally wrong, you're going to end up debugging other creative peoples' stuff." WHAT THE FREAKING HECK?!?! I'm not creative...? Actually, that's a bad question. This was the math teacher and guidance councellor I was talking to... I didn't really have much opportunity to be creative for them. But then... ah, screw it. Why is it so easy to damage my self-confidence anymore? (Well, you know I blame the UofC, so it's hardly worth saying again, non? Hehehe).
Perhaps if I manage to get up at something resembling a reasonable time tomorrow, I'll start writing again. I've got a few interesting little experiments nagging at me (they're always "experiments." I can't write straight-out "this is supposed to be good" stuff... It's always got to be "let's see how this turns out, don't worry if it's good because it's an experiment..")
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you, uh, bore me...and...put me to sleep...
...yes...
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