Pay Attention Now...

They preach what they're told, not what they know

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I get it buddy. You're the victim of some complicated, convoluted, and oh so compelling whirlwind of neglect, bad relationships, and even worse situations. Spare me the details, I don't care about your rainbow flag, "save the children" fanfares, or effortless excellence in theatrics and drama.

Really, it's hard not to get annoyed sometimes.

Summer Blues: Part I

>looking for nothing
>dinner bah
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My fucking life. Shit.

I can't even begin to explain what the hell is wrong with me lately. I have no motivation to do anything. It seems that work is the only fun I have all day, and that's definitely a stretch.

I can't read, I can't bring myself to play WoW, I can't make music, watch movies, eat something, anything. I just have no desire to do any of it. The only problem is what I do have attention for. I just tried drawing while listening to System of a Down. I came up with a face, and a little hair before losing all interest in art in general.

4chan doesn't amuse like it used to, nor does gamefaqs, facebook, myspace, wis.dm, or stumble. No one emails me, the only 2 blogs I read rarely update (kinda like me, heh...), and there are so few people that are entertaining on AIM it's sad.

Anyway, BAWWWWWWWW.

Time Escapes Me!

>robotic
>enslavement and sorrow
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It's been a goddamn month since I've written anything and I'm kinda pissed at my lack of drive to do something productive. At least I kind of accomplished some stuff like finished a semester of school with a 3.6 gpa, rearranged my room and computer stuff, and started playing CS:S. Well, I kind of started playing World of Warcraft again too. Whatever. It's summer and I need to do something.

Here are some goals I'd like to accomplish:
>make music with Julius Mode or Burlap Baby
>read a lot of literature
>work out often
>become more frugal so I'm not always dirt poor

Baby Politicians

>wow, i fucking suck at css
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Today, at school, were the student government elections. What a joke. For some reason, I was 20 minutes early to class - a rare occasion. As soon as I enter the building, I'm bombarded with fliers, people talking, hand gestures, and whatever else goes along with getting people to vote for you.

Some girl I've never seen before (big surprise) walks up to me. She's running for something. Not president. I don't know, maybe senator. She asks me if I'm going to class. No shit I'm going to class, does she think I like to walk around inside college campus buildings at 9 a.m. for fun? She doesn't get the hint that I want to keep walking and would prefer it if she stayed stationary. She follows me, opens up one of her little booklets, and props it in front of me so she can show and read it to me as I walk to class. Christ!. I get rid of her by going to the bathroom, then get rid of her pamphlets by introducing them to the garbage bin.

Fortunately, I found a way to Solid Snake my way around them for the rest of the day. Mostly because of fear.