Don't know if I'll renew or not, or even when I'd be able to renew as an unemployed community college student...
THE NEW TRANSFORMERS ARE OUT AND THEY'RE BAD-ASS (although expensive)!!!!!!!!!
I'm still in summer classes and I've been busy as fuck for the last few weeks, but they end next week. After that, I'll be heading to Chicago for Pitchfork a week or two later. From now till the end of that period is just crammed with shit for me to do.
Man, I'm going to end up buying a shitload of these Transformers; I can just feel it. I've also got to save money for Chicago, renew my subscription here, and buy a couple of Wii games I've been eyeing.
Probably time to start job hunting again....
...which means I'm sitting here alone, in the intense heat, watching Waterworld. Incredible
Seaman is a real dick in this movie...
I used to consider them a metaphor for my frail psychological state. I've been feeling a bit better, so I had kind of hoped they wouldn't show up. Ohh well...
Anyone know what pesticides I should use for the job?
I don't know why. Everything is kind of freaking me out. It's like two giant hands are crushing me.
I think I might still be a failure.
I still hate myself. I still hate who I am. I still think I'm ugly, untalented, and that I can never fit into society at large.
I imagine the formula is, while passing a joint back and forth:
"Hey, what the hell ever happened to Hulk Hogan/Flava Flav/Tom Sizemore/Andrew Dice Clay?"
"Fuck if I know."
"Dude, we could totally make that into a show if we found him. And people would totally watch!"
And then a show is made, relient on public curiosity and cult fandom.
The American Dream
An American businessman was standing at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.
"How long it took you to catch them?" The American asked.
"Only a little while." The Mexican replied.
"Why don't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" The American then asked.
"I have enough to support my family's immediate needs." The Mexican said.
"But," The American then asked, "What do you do with the rest of your time?"
The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life, senor."
The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds you buy a bigger boat, and with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats."
"Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own can factory. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise."
The Mexican fisherman asked, "But senor, how long will this all take?"
To which the American replied, "15-20 years."
"But what then, senor?"
The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO (Initial Public Offering) and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."
"Millions, senor? Then what?"
The American said slowly, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos...
I like that quite a bit. It reminds me of Siddhartha; it's always the simplest thing. I think that'll be my new goal, and maybe I can shorten it into a mantra.
College feels like such a waste. Even though it's only community college, it's for something I'm not particularly interested in. Essentially, I'm going into a field I don't really enjoy just so I can secure myself while I consider a fuller range of options once I've matured a bit more as a person. I used to want to go into psychology, because I felt I understood, but the depression has really started to melt away now that I see all my friends are in the same hallowed boat that I've been in for awhile. Political Science seems kind of interesting to me now too, but I'm already a little over a semester into my two year degree, so it'd be hard to jump into a new program which I may also lose interest in rapidly.
Somebody told me that in Sweden or Switzerland or one of those countries in that area of Europe, they cut fulltime employment hours back a bit, and it created more jobs in addition to giving people more free time (in which they go out more often). Essentially, it was a kick to the economy. I could never see that happening in the US, but it sounds so nice.
It'd be nice to open a small specialty shop in a small town where everyone knows eachother. That'd be the perfect life to me, and my aspirations will probably never go further than that. I don't know what kind of shop it would be, but I used to joke with a friend of mine about there being a distinct lack of candy-specific stores in our area, and how there was a row of specialty shops on a main road that always had one space up for rent. Hmm...
Bleh.
