Where I've been at the last few hours: CS3 Homepage
I wonder if I'm good at computer science...I hope so. Seeing as how I'm not so hot at anything else really. But what is being good at something? Especially in CS? I mean, this project is sad. Argh. School work seems to be dominating everything lately. I wonder what other people do with their time. Play bridge for hours at a time? Damn. This situation is so sad. Wow. I have some really creative sayings, huh?
If you were looking at my life from the outside, would you think it interesting? From the inside it's pretty drab. I need some change. Speaking of Change, it's the name of The Dismemberment Plan's new album. The Dismemberment Plan is an incredible band, they make wonderful use of dissonance. Dissonant pop is some of the most intriguing music I've ever heard, and The Dismemberment Plan does a great job. So yeah. Go listen to their album. Or e-mail me, and I'll send you their stuff. Or buy it. Or give them money. Or give me money. Or give me something else to talk about other than this random nonsense.
Now Playing: Death Cab for Cutie - Coney Island
"Everything was closed at Coney Island..."
I am in such a good mood. Physics is so done. Aaaaah. Man, it's a great feeling. I'm going to spend the rest of this exciting Thursday doing whatever, because I'm done with physics. ::squeals of joy::. It's like taking a massive shit. It has to happen, and you're not really looking forward to it, but after it's done, you feel so much better. Maybe it's also analogous to going to the doctor. But then again, I could be wrong.
I hope I finish designing my website soon. I'd like to be cool. And have my own website. Which would imply coolness. Yeah. But for now, I think I'm going to take a shower, and wallow in my no-physics-until-monday mode.
Check me out. I'm good music. I enjoy music, and I don't enjoy physics. I'll apologize to my many fans for the brevity of these last few blogs. I've been busy studying, and procrastinating actually studying. I don't remember studying being mundane in High School...then again, all nighters spent studying were rarely spent completely studying. I'll let your imaginations run wild with respect to what i've done there. *cough*
Man, I like listening to good music. It can be so fitting for an occasion. It makes me wish I were a better musician, or songwriter or something. Hell, I wish I were good at everything. Going to a college like Berkeley you begin to realize how small and insignificant you are. You're on your own, and even your friends are just on the periphery of your reality. It's not to bash anyone in particular, but that's just the way things are. That, and me failing physics.
Everything seems to be coming back today, huh?
The queen was in the parlor playing piano for the children of the king. Cry Baby Cry...
I have determined, after many long hours of calculation that physics is the devil. I feel so bad because I think it has the possibility to be cool, but fails miserably. Yes, you know of what I speak. And if you don't, be warned! Physics 7A at Berkeley is bad. In other news, I haven't been studying for physics enough and I'm bound to fail in a few days. Regardless, I should go back and study now. ::grumblegrumble::
I don't really know why I'd be updating a log that nobody would every view, but it's kind of fun. I'm special, see? Whatever. Anyway, college isn't exactly all it's cracked up to be. I have a midterm in a few days that I'm far from prepared for. Add to this a project and a paper and I'm about two shades off of fucked. But nobody said it would be easy, and I guess I'm prepared for the worst. After all, if I'm going to double-major and minor, these sorts of conflicts are going to happen often. And I'm certainly making the best of it by not working and choosing to update my web shit instead. If only it were a few years ago and I could make money by doing web design...
It's unfortunate that I have virtually no artistic skill, because that seems like fun too. Although I do make music, and I guess that counts. My album is done, which is odd, since I never approved it. It just kind of approved itself one day, and I'm too lazy to fix it. So if you want my album, you can get it. Point yourself to this site and buy yourself one for $8. It's pretty cheap, pretty bad, and I pretty much discourage buying it. But then I always look wistfully hoping some unfortunate sap who likes my music purchased one. Never seems to happen though. Ah, well. I suppose once I produce something that's not complete crap it may be purchased.
I always admire people who innately create unique music - not following patters, using obscure melodies and chord progressions. That's not me. The only thing making my music "Indie" is that fact that I label it as such and use motherfucker as a term of endearment. That's independent, right?
I was reading some of these web logs before, and they didn't seem that interesting except when they were talking about sex. Some were just kind of mundane updates about people's lives. Like Bridget Jones...although I didn't read the book. I saw the movie. But still, things like listing the number of cigarettes consumed isn't exactly quality reading. Then again, if I were looking for quality reading material, I probably wouldn't be reading web logs to begin with.
I keep coming back to this poem I wrote, in fact, just one line.
I am just a walking sigh, heaving my breath as the days go by.
I often think to myself if people listen to my rants. I suppose not. I mean, what are the chances anyone out there gives a shit about something like this? There's no instant gratification. In fact, there's not a whole lot of content. It's just me, kind of rambling when the urge hits me every few months. I guess reading web logs is a guilty pleasure of mine, I'm not sure if others share it. But if you do, e-mail me. I'd like to hear from you. In fact, if you write to me after your only contact being this web log, I will be more interesting than you could possibly imagine. I'll be great. I'll be superb and witty, and make comments you find hilarious and never would have thought of. I'll linger in your mind evermore, the quintessential companion, and you'll always come back to me when you have problems in life, relationships, school...
Oh. School. Physics. So much for being entertaining.
