Automotive Failure
A little rant for today: I hate when people buy shiny new cars but don't use them. Common is example is the screaming fast Corvette, Mustang GT, or [insert-expensive-fast-car] that is cruising in the fast lane at a whopping 55 mph on the freeway. Yes, your car is hot now would you please get the fuck out of my way so I can drive. Why did you even buy that car if you don't want to go fast? There are lower-trims available. Are you an idiot for wasting all that disposable income or are you just afraid of letting the engine run if your not on a track with your helmet on?
I'm not saying every car should be going 90 mph or faster if it can. I'm just saying that if you buy a car with a purpose, Use it for that purpose. Don't mod your civic with a 3" exhaust if your going to put around at 30 mph and annoy me with the sound of your muffler.
The same logic applies to people who refuse to ever do anything with their car in order to preserve it. Show cars are of course excluded but not resting a bag of groceries on the roof so you can open the door is just silly. "OMG, it's new so I don't want to scratch the paint." Paint will be scratched, tires will wear out, your pretty car will eventually die. Enjoy it while it's alive and well.
NOTE: I should be back to real posts shortly...
The Edge is Near
So it's finals time @ UMBC. Unfortunately for me, I'm really feeling it this year. Overhead earlier: "I've never worked this hard for such bad grades." That sentiment wraps up my feelings right now as well. What started out as a possible 4.0 semester has deteriorated into "I pray Jebus gives me a 3.0" semester. Chances are I'm falling below that 3-0 mark, which really sucks.
Enough about the bad -- on to the good. I got some things cooking in my head that should be interesting. This summer is going to be crazy. Once things are a little more solid I'll plug them here of course.
I still haven't given the blog any real publicity yet. No Facebook, no e-mail/forum sigs, nothing. It's not ready yet. Soon though, I hope anyway.
It's really early in the morning and I need food and sleep. Two more finals to go and I'm free (well free to become a slave to my social commitments anyway).
Death and Dreams
A very tragic event occurred recently at UMBC. A friend of many and a true light of the world faded with the passing of one of UMBC's most promising, Jamie. You can read a rather blunt article in the Retriever Weekly. While I may not mourn as hard as other people, what I have noticed is that he has appeared in my dreams.
I had a very realistic dream in a present day situation. I knew he was dead and yet I saw him in front of me. He had his classic smile as if nothing was wrong in the world but didn't say a thing. Now, I'm not one to brandish my craziness so I didn't say anything and tried not to look but everytime I caught a glance, I was sure it was him. This is particularly striking to me because I have really poor vision -- even with my glasses. So sometimes, I'll think I see people and it's really someone I don't know. However, this was Jamie standing right next to me.
Needless to say, I was a little creeped out when I awoke that morning. Is this a normal thing, to dream about the recently deceased? Is there some deeper meaning to this dream I'm not yet aware of. The former is for the readers to answer, the latter I don't think I'll ever know.
The Losers’ Bracket
Senioritis - the realization that every academic notation on your transcript thus far will soon become irrelevant when compared to next stage of your life your about to begin.
This realization makes me want to believe that grading systems need to scrapped. The fact is that they don't. We need ways to evaluate one's performance in comparison to other students. What happens to people who have passion but little tolerance for things outside of that realm of passion. I think this mindset makes me something of a failure in the eyes of the system. However, myself and others like me have a more efficient use for society than as bottom-feeding workers.
My real issue is that people who cheat through school (through cop-out classes and actual methods of cheating) will come out of school with respectable GPAs. Those people will go on to b.s. through an interview and land themselves a decent job. When faced with the pressures of real performance the people who actually can't cut it will be fired and slowly plummet to some pit of darkness.
What about the flip-side situation? The people who selectively apply themselves based on their interests and end up as trash in the system. Where's the losers' bracket in life?
It seems like there isn't one and I'm pretty sure that feeling is true. The system is single elimination and those who choose to deviate have to carve their own path.
All this stemmed from a conclusion I've had for some time on the purpose and validity of academia and college experience. I guess that will be another post.
In other news, life is awesome. Enjoy the nice weather.
New Initiatives
I recently found DannyChoo.com and got to reading some of his back articles. Consequently, I've been refueled as far as passion is concerned. I've resolved to return to Otakon for one last hurrah (read: blowing ridiculous amounts of money beyond my budget). I figure I'll be 21 soon and at that point running around Otakon with a bunch of 15-year-olds just isn't cool, even if most of your time is spent in the game room.
Also thanks to Danny Choo, I've put some thought in to not what it is I want to do but how exactly I've been living my life to get there. Consequently, I've started working towards programming, writing, and soon (as funds permit) artistry.
To sum things up my life feels pretty good these days. I'm sorry but chances are your life sucks a lot more than mine.
How does this tie in to the blog? Well, I've decided on reaching an average post count of one post per week. That means I 52-posts by the end of December. To reach that goal I plan on going for 2 posts a week during the summer and hopefully, about 3 posts every two weeks starting next week. This post, doesn't count toward that goal.
