Ugh, my retarded XP machine just crashed again and nuked my journal entry I was working on. As soon as I move, I'm switching that fucker back to linux.... I had 90+ day uptime streaks on that, and it's crashing at least once a day now. What a fucking ripoff... at least I only blew 5$ on the XP license.
Anyways, today was really monumental, and will probably stand out as one of the defining days of the last part of my time here at college. Some experiences like this fill your head with questions, causing you to reflect upon things more closely.... this time, I am left without questions at all, and the knowledge that my path is not to seek their answers. I am headed somewhere subtly different now. I wish I could explain more, but adding more words tends to dilute their meaning.
On a somewhat random tangent, I downloaded Brian Eno's "Music for Airports", and am really feeling it now. As I also mentioned, I've been downloading lots of crappy pop music too, for reasons still unbeknownst to me. I found two Twerk albums that I hadn't heard before, though, so I'm not turning into a total 16 year-old cheerleader just yet.
My Dad keeps calling me, and I keep avoiding picking up the phone. I know I should call him back, but I don't want to talk about that damn cult again, which is why he keeps phoning me. The other day in the mail, he sent me a 100+ page packet of "information" that they had been given... mostly news articles, clippings from papers, that type of thing. I was supposed to have read it and called him up, and of course, I've done nothing of the sort. My excuse here is twofold. I can't say I've been "busy", at least in the responsible parental sense. In fact, I've been at home pretty much all day long this week, not working and only running errands and such during the day. I'm usually always out, though, and I don't feel like being drafted into a cult when I'm with my friends or at the grocery store. Any other time is acceptable.
The other reason is that this shit freaks me out. I have no idea what to make of all of this, and the seriousness which my father has expressed towards this idea. It's like breaking up with someone, kind of.... you know you have to talk to them at some point, but you'd rather put that off as long as humanly possible.
Speaking of which, I also noticed that "evil" (as I have taken to aliasing this particular person) finally showed up online today, after nearly two weeks of not speaking to each other. She neglected to contact me as I was unrealistically hoping she might. And so, I shed away another layer of dead skin, and move forward through life to breathe fresher air.
Anyways, today was really monumental, and will probably stand out as one of the defining days of the last part of my time here at college. Some experiences like this fill your head with questions, causing you to reflect upon things more closely.... this time, I am left without questions at all, and the knowledge that my path is not to seek their answers. I am headed somewhere subtly different now. I wish I could explain more, but adding more words tends to dilute their meaning.
On a somewhat random tangent, I downloaded Brian Eno's "Music for Airports", and am really feeling it now. As I also mentioned, I've been downloading lots of crappy pop music too, for reasons still unbeknownst to me. I found two Twerk albums that I hadn't heard before, though, so I'm not turning into a total 16 year-old cheerleader just yet.
My Dad keeps calling me, and I keep avoiding picking up the phone. I know I should call him back, but I don't want to talk about that damn cult again, which is why he keeps phoning me. The other day in the mail, he sent me a 100+ page packet of "information" that they had been given... mostly news articles, clippings from papers, that type of thing. I was supposed to have read it and called him up, and of course, I've done nothing of the sort. My excuse here is twofold. I can't say I've been "busy", at least in the responsible parental sense. In fact, I've been at home pretty much all day long this week, not working and only running errands and such during the day. I'm usually always out, though, and I don't feel like being drafted into a cult when I'm with my friends or at the grocery store. Any other time is acceptable.
The other reason is that this shit freaks me out. I have no idea what to make of all of this, and the seriousness which my father has expressed towards this idea. It's like breaking up with someone, kind of.... you know you have to talk to them at some point, but you'd rather put that off as long as humanly possible.
Speaking of which, I also noticed that "evil" (as I have taken to aliasing this particular person) finally showed up online today, after nearly two weeks of not speaking to each other. She neglected to contact me as I was unrealistically hoping she might. And so, I shed away another layer of dead skin, and move forward through life to breathe fresher air.
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Dude I don't know if this cult you're talking about is funny or scary, but check this out:
http://www.factnet.org
Yup college grad is a big step.
Think of it this way. You're better armed with the means to do whatever it is you want to do. Part of that is about making money since it's required for general living type stuff, but as a computer dude the cool thing is you can get paid to things that you like.