who cares

you can read this. i want you to.

oh wait.  i figured out the photo thing.

avatar?  what?  where did that come from? 

oy ve.

posted by: monsoon at 20:15 | link | comments (1) |

what is going on with motime?  i've been gone for two months and there's all this new-fangled stuff i don't know how to use.

 

and what's this talk of advertisements?  i guess i don't mind.  i trust howard and everything, so no complaining there.  but why don't i have a picture next to my name like everyone else?  since when do i get 5mb of storage?  where's my profile picture?

AND WHERE'S RANDIS?

i am so flustered right now.  i can't even start trying to catch up with you people.  maybe later.

posted by: monsoon at 20:13 | link | comments (4) |

I am officially sick of college.  I drive there, back and forth, telling myself that i'm being productive when I know I'm really not.

And look what I've done.  I've started writing with proper capitalization without meaning to.  Curse you, community college.  Curse you.

Now I'm here I don't know what to say. 

Hello.

I find myself constantly relating my life to the sims.  I can't go more than two week without seeing each of my friends otherwise our relationship with drop below a 45 and my social meter will get low and I might be too depressed to clean my room or work on my homework.  I love them.  I hate how hard it is.

I'm throwing myself into psychology.  Who knew a subject could make so much sense.  My teacher is a tiny little suspiciously gay-looking woman who's constantly joking to herself under her breath about random tangents to the topic at hand and telling embarassing stories about her daughter.  What's not to love?

But I often find myself loathing the entire operation.  "The Operation" being the public school system at large and the various persuasive meathods hundreds of people throughout my life have used to get me there.  What, prey tell, am I accomplishing?  This is not what I want, I know that.  I don't want any of these careers.  It's strange how people just don't even think twice about what they are doing. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to college."

"Why?"

"So I can get an education."

Why?"

"So I can get a good job."

"Pleas define 'good'."

And this is where all my perception got all messed up and I had to back track into the conversation to gather the my thoughts and strong points, and ultimately found...  nothing. 

Absolutely nothing.  What am I doing?  Going to college, trying to do well just in case, in a few months, I start to want to be in college again and find that this was just a phase.  How sad is that?

posted by: monsoon at 11:41 | link | comments (1) |