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This school is just screwed up... in so many ways. Some more amusing than others. Like a 15 minute argument over how they should have an observation room in this one ship that has the same gravity of the space station so when people came out they wouldn't FALL ON THE WALL. It eventually turned into some sort of "Well, a rotating room would be ideal" thing, and finally "No, I think the Enterprise might not have been bigger than Andromeda, even though it could have held more people." Then of course there's the plain old brazen cynicism (occasionally masked as "realism"). Then there's the universal constant, the introspective drunk. Which is only amusing because he has something written across his forehead in blue sharpie that makes it impossible for you to take him seriously. He was the only one drunk last night, as far as I could tell... and he made me feel really sad, because he kept going on about how he was going to die a virgin and how he was completely unattractive even by UofC standards and how he hadn't been in a relationship for 3 years. No one should be that sad about such silly little things. Sigh... I just don't understand the whole sex obsession thing, either. Guys... bah. I can see that he's really lonely though, probably because his roomie's got a girlfriend now, too.
Errr... anyway, however I got on that topic I'm getting off of it now because it's no more of my business than... umm... lots of other things that aren't my business. Unfortunately, I've forgotten what my real point at the beginning of this was now, and my subject doesn't really give me any hints. Since it means nothing but alliteration. Darn me. Hehehe. Ok... so I'll just come up with something randomly...
Alright... I think I've gotten myself into a bit of a corner here, concerning the whole Sick Asian situation (I'm sure those of you back at home will have tons of fun sitting around playing DDR and not thinking about this). So... we're well aware of my recent videogame obsession that has now leaked over a bit into being generally interested in Japan. Unfortunately, this brings me one step closer to the evil world that would be Anime on this floor. And it scares me. Liking Japanese things piques the Sick Asian's interest, and I don't need him to have another reason to talk to me all the time, do I? Unfortunately, he doubles as the only person who will listen to me ramble on about these things. So, do I quash my little entertaining obsession and keep him away, or allow him to stick around? Do I risk him becoming more attached? Do I go out and find some other Japanophile that wouldn't mind listening to me rant about the Xeno series every once in awhile? Do I drop out of college? Do I tolerate him calling me an otaku all the time? Otaku is a word I associate a bit more with my sister and such. I don't thikn otaku is a me sort of word. Ok now... the biggest question of all is... there's this convention in Chicago in May. I want to go, so I can laugh at all the cosplayers and stuff, because I find it to be absolutely amusing. However, you know there's only one person I know who would consider going to this... Yeah... exactly. What the heck, world? Why is the only person who listens to me also occasionally a freaky stalker? One that everyone will soon be thinking I'm dating... again. Because we're temporarily in a period where he's not quite so amazingly annoying (since he throws most of his true obsession into SoulCaliber now), and I allow him to talk a little more often. Urgh. Social interation is too difficult for me. I give up. Maybe he's just indulging me and my obsession so he has an excuse to talk to me all the time... Ohhh, that's a scary thought. I need to stop having opinions. That would solve everything.
Hmph... I wish I could remember the weird dream I had last night. It was pretty similar to the one I had two nights ago, and even the one where the guy dove into the long jump pit. They're like this one long continuous dream. Sort of weird. I slept in until almost noon again today, which I hate. My sleep schedule's all screwed up now, because of that play Friday. And I've really got to get some work done today. All I accomplished yesterday was laundry. Which is no small thing, but my GPA doesn't really depend on it. I am so sick of having to worry about my GPA, you know? I'm already pretty much screwed over for grad school, because it's only going to get harder from here, and already I've only got a 3.3. That's pathetic. And after this quarter... who knows. But it's really killing my motivation. I don't even want to deal with the way this school grades things anymore. It's so incredibly objective. I mean, there are people in the same classes but with different professors that give As to even the stupidest papers. It's not fair at all. And if I can't get a good GPA here, I'm screwed for getting decent aid to go to grad school. Which means I'm just one of those people hanging around with their BA. It would be a BA with a good name on it, but still just a BA. I suppose I could go to some stat school for grad school, but what the heck kind of fun is that? Ugh... why do I even have to think about this? I am only 19! How the heck am I supposed to know what I want to spend the rest of my life doing? You know what sucks, though? That you can work your entire life and always be just short of your goals. That you can have always wanted to hitchhike across Europe or something, and just never be able to do it because of money. Money is such a stupid, stupid concept. I wish I could come up with something to replace it. My mom's always bugging me to major in Econ or something, but I don't think I could bring myself to do it. I think the way I grew up, I just learned to hate having to do stupid things for minimum wage (like harass people when they're trying to go see a movie, and overcharge them for a food that comes from popped ears of corn. CORN!). The last thing in the world I want is to have to do something I hate, just to get by. But so many people in the world have to do just that. So I decided I'd go to a good school so I wouldn't have to worry about that. And still I'm screwed over. Money sucks, people. I think it will be my official pet peve.
Errr... anyway, however I got on that topic I'm getting off of it now because it's no more of my business than... umm... lots of other things that aren't my business. Unfortunately, I've forgotten what my real point at the beginning of this was now, and my subject doesn't really give me any hints. Since it means nothing but alliteration. Darn me. Hehehe. Ok... so I'll just come up with something randomly...
Alright... I think I've gotten myself into a bit of a corner here, concerning the whole Sick Asian situation (I'm sure those of you back at home will have tons of fun sitting around playing DDR and not thinking about this). So... we're well aware of my recent videogame obsession that has now leaked over a bit into being generally interested in Japan. Unfortunately, this brings me one step closer to the evil world that would be Anime on this floor. And it scares me. Liking Japanese things piques the Sick Asian's interest, and I don't need him to have another reason to talk to me all the time, do I? Unfortunately, he doubles as the only person who will listen to me ramble on about these things. So, do I quash my little entertaining obsession and keep him away, or allow him to stick around? Do I risk him becoming more attached? Do I go out and find some other Japanophile that wouldn't mind listening to me rant about the Xeno series every once in awhile? Do I drop out of college? Do I tolerate him calling me an otaku all the time? Otaku is a word I associate a bit more with my sister and such. I don't thikn otaku is a me sort of word. Ok now... the biggest question of all is... there's this convention in Chicago in May. I want to go, so I can laugh at all the cosplayers and stuff, because I find it to be absolutely amusing. However, you know there's only one person I know who would consider going to this... Yeah... exactly. What the heck, world? Why is the only person who listens to me also occasionally a freaky stalker? One that everyone will soon be thinking I'm dating... again. Because we're temporarily in a period where he's not quite so amazingly annoying (since he throws most of his true obsession into SoulCaliber now), and I allow him to talk a little more often. Urgh. Social interation is too difficult for me. I give up. Maybe he's just indulging me and my obsession so he has an excuse to talk to me all the time... Ohhh, that's a scary thought. I need to stop having opinions. That would solve everything.
Hmph... I wish I could remember the weird dream I had last night. It was pretty similar to the one I had two nights ago, and even the one where the guy dove into the long jump pit. They're like this one long continuous dream. Sort of weird. I slept in until almost noon again today, which I hate. My sleep schedule's all screwed up now, because of that play Friday. And I've really got to get some work done today. All I accomplished yesterday was laundry. Which is no small thing, but my GPA doesn't really depend on it. I am so sick of having to worry about my GPA, you know? I'm already pretty much screwed over for grad school, because it's only going to get harder from here, and already I've only got a 3.3. That's pathetic. And after this quarter... who knows. But it's really killing my motivation. I don't even want to deal with the way this school grades things anymore. It's so incredibly objective. I mean, there are people in the same classes but with different professors that give As to even the stupidest papers. It's not fair at all. And if I can't get a good GPA here, I'm screwed for getting decent aid to go to grad school. Which means I'm just one of those people hanging around with their BA. It would be a BA with a good name on it, but still just a BA. I suppose I could go to some stat school for grad school, but what the heck kind of fun is that? Ugh... why do I even have to think about this? I am only 19! How the heck am I supposed to know what I want to spend the rest of my life doing? You know what sucks, though? That you can work your entire life and always be just short of your goals. That you can have always wanted to hitchhike across Europe or something, and just never be able to do it because of money. Money is such a stupid, stupid concept. I wish I could come up with something to replace it. My mom's always bugging me to major in Econ or something, but I don't think I could bring myself to do it. I think the way I grew up, I just learned to hate having to do stupid things for minimum wage (like harass people when they're trying to go see a movie, and overcharge them for a food that comes from popped ears of corn. CORN!). The last thing in the world I want is to have to do something I hate, just to get by. But so many people in the world have to do just that. So I decided I'd go to a good school so I wouldn't have to worry about that. And still I'm screwed over. Money sucks, people. I think it will be my official pet peve.
