Sex, Drugs, and Brian Eno

A brilliant title for a rather mundane entry. I just thought I should add something more to my blog than a blanked update about the various things that have happened in the two months since last I “graced” (I can hear you snickering over there!) these pages (or e-pages, if you like).

I suppose a title like this really needs some explanation. Sex: The hunt for a girlfriend goes on; the emotional rancor this causes is exacerbated by the fact that I haven’t had anything close to a girlfriend since kindergarten (I can hear you snickering again). Drugs: If apathy was a drug, you’d see me hanging out at Infinity’s End for twelve hours, staring at shirts, and sharing a laugh with my good buddy Herbert the Purple Hyper-Potato. Brian Eno: Well, I’m more of a New-Age guy than a Rock & Roll guy.

That’s that explained. And there I was thinking I had a good title…

Now, on to the purpose of this entry: I am a fool. I’ve managed to mince my schedule. Mince it into little tiny, easy-to-swallow but hard-to-digest pieces. And I’ve somehow managed to make myself completely miserable and lazy. (Is this my big talent? If so, I want a damn refund!) Not only have I bombed my Linear Albebra quiz (60/100), and probably my last Calculus quiz (Ooh! And we have an exam in Calculus tomorrow, I think…or is it some other day…), but I’ve somehow managed to take a cushy Computer Science class in which I know everything, and which assigns a hell of a lot of homework.

Just as I can hear you snickering, I can also hear you saying “Well, if you know everything, it should be easy!” But it’s still homework. And it’s still annoying. And it’s still more work than you might think. But the worst part is that every assignment, I’m reminded of my own idiocy for signing up for a class far below my computer-literacy level.

All right, then. I’ve finally got that nasty rant out of my system. Now that I’ve gotten two months of bottled-up whining done with, the next entry won’t be several paragraphs of bitching…

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Is This Thing On?

I know it’s been an extremely long time since last I wrote here, but things have gone all peculiar. My life has been swinging back and forth between boring morass and very-close-to-fascinating morass. I successfully completed my 50,000-word novel for National Novel-Writing month, and I’m now in the process of applying for a copyright for it, only because I’m hoping, within the next few months, to have it polished well enough to send to a publisher. Strangely, the biggest crisis that’s arisen on that front thus far is trying to decide whether or not to use a pseudonym. I don’t think I will. After all, nobody’s likely to bother me on my first book.

Another issue that’s been digging its claws into my life is the persistent need to move out. I’m starting to feel more and more like a dork for remaining at home for the first two semesters of college, and it seems increasingly important that I start making my own way in life.

Speaking of that, I’ve managed to get my midlife crisis out of the way. Better to have it at eighteen than forty, I say. I’ve realized — finally — that I have a finite amount of time on Earth, and I damned well better do something useful with it. Thus the sudden re-emergence of interest in working on my book.

And I’m sure I promised some updates on Charlie’s senior exit project. The thing is, I haven’t heard from him since early January. I hope he’s doing well, wherever the hell he is.

On a completely unrelated note, my quest to play the theremin has momentarily stalled; though I could have bought an amplifier at any time between now and Christmas, I haven’t gotten around to it. My schedule is very hectic and scattered, leaving my day chopped up into little useless islands that seem to work best as doorstops.

Why, oh why do I gravitate so much towards morass-ness (and why doesn’t English have a suitable word for morass-ness?)?