Seems I have one year left in college. Went in a few days ago to make sure I wasn’t missing any gen ed classes. Seems there was one I now have to take since I switched as it’s not a waved class anymore. Just intro to philosophy, so i’m fairly certain I can just take it as an online course during the break. Unless the budget at CSUC forces them to cancel classes I need then it looks like I’m only about 20 credits from graduation. Wasn’t expecting them to tell me I needed to apply for graduation next semester but it’s certainly welcome. Next question is what the fuck do I do after I graduate? Get a job? eh. Masters? Maybe.
I don’t know. Just sitting back tonight writing more papers as usual. Feels like everything is going right for me lately even though I’m bored out of my mind writing a paper on “The role of the Hadley cell on the Earth’s global circulation.” Everyone has to do things they don’t necessarily want to do but it’s been a while since I’ve had to do something like this where I had to choose to do the boring in order to save the interesting. So many thing’s I’d rather be doing. Maybe someone will call and break my trance of paper writing boredom…
It has become apparent that it will be necessary to have a private island to further my goal of dominating butte county. You have to start small if you want to conquer the world.
Oh what a life it is when you’re flying bind. Never seening where you’re going next; often bumping into people you’ve never met. Did you ever see? Do you still have eyes? Did you ever have eyes? Who knows. Not that it really matters. At least you have a rudder to keep you on course. No matter that you don’t know what the course is; they’re all the same. Sure you’ll get stuck but thats half the point of the journey. The best you can hope is that the current doesn’t switch direction on you or that you’re not going in circles like the rest of the world.
You read that right. Ridiculousness is that way of things all of the planet. We’re all part of a continuum in which we start in diapers, end up in diapers; keep trying to ultimately fail; exist for short time ultimately doomed to disappear. Yet here sitting, typing, watching my incense burn and flicker as the soot layers around the tip; falling to the try. There are no winners or losers in this game since the reason for all of this is unknown and even the concept of winning and loosing is something we’ve created during our stay here. When we’re gone and there are no humans left in the universe will we all be forgotten or might the memory of us linger like the cent after the smoke has dissipated from sight. Ripples in time are the best we can hope for.
Seems every semester I get the cold at least once. There was a period when I didn’t get sick at all and oddly enought thats when I worked at the hospital. Maybe it’s because I was exposed to it all day long while I was there and built up a super immunity to it, but probably not; just more self conscious about what I was doing. Was pretty sure I had something last week but turns out I didn’t. Then when out with some friends, drinking, dancing, and having a good time; I’m pretty sure I caught whatever cold was going around. Was one of the better times i’ve had in a while but still not too sure if catching the cold was worth it. Only thing I’m certain of is that knowing how to do at least a few dance routines is pretty helpful when out an about. Missed the mini-chico riot though.
As the back door openned, stepping out into the night time air, it was aparent that slowly the warm air has left and autumn has crept up on me slowly. Breath does not yet condense in the night air but soon will. Sitting here slowly working over a small project to see what protected areas of california have high fire threat levels. The professor left the assignment completely open ended which will allow me to do, for the most part, whatever I please on this.
Thought I had strepped throat earlier today but turned out to be just delusions in my mind and the allergy season cauased by all the dead leaves blustering around in the air. The wind has been somewhat brutal lately when I’m riding my bike around out there. Oh well, so far the semester is going my way and that’s what counts.
At least I have music to pass the time.
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Should there be another way to go about all of what I want to do in life? Maybe. Don’t suppose I’d want to do it any other way than how it’s fallen together. Retrospect seems all well and good now but who knows how things would actually play out if you had gone back and changed a few things about yourself. Could be that you would be worse off.
Looking back it seems like I should remember this as a shit year in my life. Grandpa dying, Mike dying, moving down to the bay fairly hastilly; you see the point. Wasn’t ’til having been back a few months that my life smoothed out and realizing having a few tragedys take place in a short time period doesn’t necessarily mean the whole year’s going to be a bad one. Well… unless you count the whole market crash or the possibility of McCain Palin being in the white house. Other than that… life seems alright.
So far this semester has been treating me alright. Not too much work and not too little work. Still have time to do things and not feel like im becoming obese. Still holds true that all of my classes tend to dump larger amounts of work out at the same time.
