Apartment Hunting

I hate apartment hunting. At least in Boulder. Why must every single bedroom apartment here cost twice what they do in every other city? It's not like housing here in Boulder is particularly spiffy. My apartment now for example is a tremendous shithole. Yet it still costs as much as a decent home would per month in Boise. I can't wait to get the math out of Boulder come my graduation, if only to find a reasonably priced place to live...

In other news, I finally jumped on the smart-phone bandwagon. Yee-haw. I'm the brand new owner of an htc hd7. It's pretty nifty I suppose. the relatively cheap unlimited data-plan (30 bucks a month = Shazam) was what really convinced me to take the plunge. Anyway, it's real shiny and i'm scared I'm going to sit on it and break it in half. That's life!

My new semester seems like it's going to be rather shitty, but at least I'll be 21 for the majority of it, so I can drown my sorrows in expensive alcohol....

Back and Ready for Action

...Not quite, actually. I could use a couple more weeks of vacation, but that's life. I'm diving headlong into another nasty looking semester. But fear not friends, because I have a plan! Last semester I learned that even spending 8 hours a day working towards A's lands me with B's anyway, so I'm cutting down on work hours. I can finally run again if all goes according to plan!

Engineering is a bit like stage 3 syphilis in that I can't get it out of my head. I figure getting some exercise again will at the very least revitalize me a bit. I might even end up doing yoga also. Crazy, I know.

oh, FYI, my 21st is right around the corner, so be prepared for an adventure come 12am on the 29th. Or, at the very least, come ready to drown your sorrows in sweet sweet alcohol. I need to order some textbooks, because I procrastinated... And check out my new side-project over here. There's nothing there yet, but I'm going to start a drawing thing. It's going to be algebraic!

-Chris

Post Finals Reflection

It's always interesting coming out of finals. I always go in cursing the world and my decision to go into Engineering, and I always come out wondering why I got so worked up. That's not to say my tests are always easy. They rarely are. But once tests are done, it's almost comical looking back on how worked up people get. As the stress builds up, people get snappy, and sometimes down right cruel. I met a fellow engineer who actual told me, directly after I introduced myself, that he would happily throw me under the bus if he got the chance. What the fuck. I'm simply flabbergasted that some of my fellow classmates are such absolute fuckers. Being so cutthroat is a miserable way to live your life.

On the other hand, some of my friends from engineering are absolutely lovely people. If you read this Charlie, you should know that you are the type of engineer that will actually have the ability to change the world. Cutthroat assholes will inevitably be on the receiving end of their own mindset, as Karma is a Bitch.

Anyway, I'm going to write a more thorough summing up of this strange and interesting semester, but I don't have much time right now. I figure there are a few people who may be interested in my final thoughts on my engineering courses. I just want to let all of you out there know that I give you full permission to smack me around a bit if I ever start to act dickish during finals week. I try my best to be nonchalant, but stress has a tendency to bring out the worst in us. For now, why don't you watch this music video I posted from one of my favorite new bands. It's hard to be depressed while watching it. Cheers!

Melancholy Hill

The Gorillaz are really growing on me. Their new album "Plastic Beach" is really pretty cool. I'd have to say that my favorite song is "On Melancholy Hill," and their music video for this song is very in keeping with their crazy style. Don't be surprised if you get internal butterflies from it. Please enjoy:

I Just Realized...

...that I live a pretty boring life. Everyday, I try to think of something interesting to blog about, and I inevitably realized that all I ever do is study or participate in recreational substance abuse. Not especially interesting to read about when the latter of those two activities is inevitably accompanied by watching Futurama or Arrested Development. I need to spice up my life a bit, apparently.

The tedium of college life is often unknown to those fresh high-school graduates with stars in their eyes. All they can see is a four year period of freedom from parents and constant partying. Even drinking eventually becomes just another scheduled event though. If drinking occurs at the same time and day every week, it loses a bit of its luster, you know? Beer-pong loses its intensity, and you discussing the same introductory topics with drunken girls is no longer an adventure, but a chore.

Don't despair over me though, because I have a plan. Starting next semester, I'm going to start artificially enriching my life. I'm going to hide treasure somewhere in Boulder and write my friends a treasure map. I'll purchase gifts for people, but only hand them over upon their answering of an asinine and confusing question. I'll go on crazy adventures fueled mostly by a certain delightful substance that makes me crave Eggos slathered in Nutella. If CU Boulder Engineering is going to try and beat the life from me, I'm certainly not going to make it easy.

Toeing the Line

I'm beginning to develop such an obscure and broad collection of television quotes and trivia, that I've started to scare even myself. Throwing out some Always Sunny zings among my like-minded friends is one thing, but I actually told a female acquittance to get her "greasy sausage fingers" off of my net-book today. I wasn't being mean-spirited or anything, but that didn't really go over too well. I think I might just be slowly losing my mind. It's an interesting thought really. What would being crazy really be like? Maybe like this:

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Well, hopefully we won't have to find out. Three weeks off of school should help me reset my internal wiring a bit. I at the very least need to stop zinging my girl-friends with Frankisms. That's a dangerous game right there.

More likely, however, is that I'll continue to lose grasp on reality until I either graduate or drop out and live in a hermit shack somewhere. Don't be surprised when I start turning up covered in sap and gurgling bear.

Yeah, but I don't touch the sausage...

Hey Chris, what's on your mind?

No one asks me that anymore. Not from lack of caring I hope. My friends just aren't the type to sit down and discuss feelings. We're too manly! But really, it would be nice to record my thoughts somewhere...so I will.

School is on my mind most of the time to be honest. I really hate it, because thinking about school inevitably puts me in a bad mood, and then I think about school some more. It's like an endless cycle. Thanksgiving break was a chance to break the cycle, and I intend to do just that. Unfortunately, the only way to stop thinking about school involves not doing homework, which is probably a bad call. And that's my dilemma. Fall back into the endless cycle of homework and depressing classes or stop doing homework and fuck myself in an entirely different manner. Choices, choices.

Friends are another thing a think about a fair amount. Not very specific, right? It's almost crazy, the divide that exists between my friend circles. I have my engineering friends, defined as those people whom I attend my classes with. As much as I enjoy being around these people, the fact that 95% of the time spent with them involves the doing of homework makes me almost dread their company. It's not them themselves so much as the ever present school conversation that occurs. I hate talking about thermodynamics during class, let alone during my relaxation time. It's a shame, because one of my closer engineering friends is an infinity awesome and entertaining person, yet this person's presence almost guarantees some sort of engineering talk. On the other hand, we have my "real" friends as I generally call them. These are the people I drink and relax with. It's probably not a coincidence that none of them are engineers (at least not anymore). Unfortunately, the majority of these friends are graduating this year, leaving me to a very engineer-y fate.

Finally, similar to the majority of my male peers, I tend to think about my lack of a relationship quite a bit. I have mixed feelings when it comes to finding a girlfriend. I'd probably be happier than I am now. Considerably happier as a matter of fact. I am kind of a cranky asshole most of the time after all. Yet anytime I find a girl I'd happily date, they are either already in a relationship, or I passively drive them away with my dickishness. I'd ask my friends for advice, but I'm not sure any of the people I know are particularly apt when it comes to building successful relationships. It doesn't help that I can never muster the balls to ask girls out. I suppose that's what alcohol is for.

I know I generally come across as kind of a bitter asshole. I really don't like that this has become my reputation. It's my own damn fault of course, but I am trying to be a nicer and friendlier person. Old habits die hard though, you know? I doubt I really have an audience with these blogs, but if you know me and happen to read this, I just want you to know I am trying to change the way I present myself. Don't hesitate to give me tips, alright? Also, more people should sit their friends down and give them a penny for their thoughts. I occasionally have awesome ones, so I might very well charge a quarter.

~Cheers!