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...