Lotsa Stuff

Leaves are changin'
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So, today I took a 30mg Ritalin LA. Didn't get the intensity I was expecting, but I was a hell of a lot more focused on whatever I did for 3 hours. I started out cleaning my room, then wanted to move onto homework. However, I figured I'd multitask and throw a load of laundry in.

Next thing I know, my entire dresser and closet are empty and I've organized and folded every piece of clothing I own. Then I tried them on to see how they fit, then got rid of the shitty ones, then reorganized everything back into the closet and dresser. I ended up having enough room to hang most of my favorite T-shirts on hangars now instead of folding them up into my drawers.

Speaking of clothes, I really don't like it when people buy me clothing. They're pretty much a billboard for who you are (unfortunately), and I prefer to have as much control over my advertising as I can. My most recent gift of clothing was far less terrible then I anxiously anticipated, but still, It's a principle of mine.

I'm just now starting on my homework for the day, including some 15 page philosophy essay I have to read and write a synopsis of. It's gonna be a long one. Especially when I'm going to interrupt myself with a quick trip to the gym, and more than likely find time to check out the new Left 4 Dead update. Oh, and there's always my long list of art assignments I have to finish by Thursday. Go me!

XX

>je ne sais pas
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Well, I am 20 years old now. I don't even know what to do with myself. I feel like I've always had some image of what I would be like when I'm "older", but I have no idea how anything will end up. I'm pretty sure I need to move out of Michigan though. The way I see it, the ships going down, and I need to jump out soon.

For my birthday, I got a bunch of food, a new shirt, and my favorite present so far, some 30mg Ritalin LA. Never taken Ritalin before, or any type of pill in fact, but I've been eager to see what kind of effects they have on me and how I can use it to my advantage. I've heard mixed reactions to this stuff, everything from turning kids to emotionless zombies, destroying imaginations, and antisocial behaviour, yet also great bursts of concentration, creative control, and memory. I'll probably try the first experiment next week.

Genre Bending

Signals weak. Don't want to jump the gun.
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I want to write a show that's part horror and part sitcom. Maybe have Manson and Dexter as college kids with one other dorm mate who is normal.

Skoo

>Tiffany Blews- oh oh oh oh oh
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First day of classes tomorrow. Boo. Don't have any books, supplies, got dropped from the waitlist for the creative writing class I've been dying to take. Fuck.

At least I have some good philosophy class and a drawing class. Those should tide me over while I take whatever communications class I signed up for and speech.

As an added bonus, I'm going to work my ass off this semester and see if it works. No partying, no super late nights all the time. I'm gonna be sober, working out, eating right, and have a strict list of priorities that actually make sense.

I hoping this will lead to better health, an easier life, better grades, and a way to get a new job soon, because work is fucking ridiculous. We have a new manager who has been with the company less than a year (I'm coming up on 2 unfortunately...), and he doesn't seem to know much of what he's doing. Yeah, everything is simple enough to where he can do it with whatever training he's had, but I'm pissed at the fact that I'm easily more knowledgeable about my job than he is, yet because he's got some bullshit degree from whatever college he is my superior. He made some pretty shitty pizzas today, put 'em in the oven, and then proceeded to tell me to watch what I'm doing because they looked terrible coming out 10 minutes later.

Now I'm stuck with an invalid boss whose first impressions are of some angry guy who can't do his job right. I didn't work my ass off here to get shit on at the bottom of the totem pole.