While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance.

When this just feels like spinning plates.
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates.
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.

Radiohead - Like Spinning Plates

I snack upon creatures! - R.S.G.

nothing to see here

I haven't updated in a long time, so here it is.

I still do not have a major. I hate making decisions. Argh.

I am now 21. A ridiculous birthday party was thrown here for me...really wasn't so much of a birthday party as "let's all get drunk and use brandon's birthday as an excuse!" which is most certainly fine with me.

I'm kickin' ass in my 2 summer classes, Spanish 1 and Humanistic Traditions 1, thankfully. I need the GPA filler so I can get my full scholarship back, and appease the parents somewhat.

I was up all night last night writing an essay for humanities. I took a nap at 7:30pm for 2 hours, worked away, took a 2 hour nap at 7:30am the next morning, then slept for 1 hour at 8pm tonight. The reason I mention this is because I'm not tired, and I find that odd. Oh well.

Once again proving I am a nerd of destruction, I bought Eternal Darkness for my GameCube...and it's a great, creepy game. I've also been playing more DDR songs, and can pass a couple on the toughest difficulty level. Odds are if you see me do DDR now, you'll never recall ever seeing me move so quickly. Unless you were trying to run me down in your car or shoot me or the like.

and I haven't written anything of substance in awhile, and it's starting to irk me. Although, when I'm writing, it's usually not a good sign, so maybe it's a good thing no poetry has been stuck up here. I don't know. Personally, I'd prefer to be writing; situation be damned. Lines escape my keys and pen but not me.

Ignore this post. Testing something out.

I'm 21 now. It's time to buy a bottle of Jack, get a typewriter, and dissappear only to re-emerge with a brilliant piece of writing.

4 days until I am 21. 4.

ATTENTION WATER COMPANY: I did NOT use 48,000 (yes, forty-eight THOUSAND) gallons of water over two months. Obviously, you are all idiots. Look at previous bills. We go from a usage of 430 to 48,190? Does that sound odd to you? Yes, this bill was for 2 months. That should make this bill equal to approximately 860 gallons, leaving a mere 47, 330 gallon difference. And yes, my roomate's toilet was leaking. But...was it leaking at the rate of 64.6 gallons per hour?

When I become dictator of the world, you shall all face my wrath. I'll put you all under a fountain that will pour water over you at a rate of 64.6 gallons per hours until you are completely dissolved.

So start Scotch-Guarding yourselves now.

Alright, it's been awhile. Let's see what's been going on, shall we?

I almost killed my laptop. I spilled water on it when it was on. I ripped out the power cord and yanked out the battery before anything happened. Then I stripped off all the covers, removed all the keys, and had a fan on it for 14 hours. I put it back together, and it seems to be doing alright.

I think I'm going to withdraw from physics. It's a very frustrating class, and not worth it. Especially since I don't need it anymore since I'm changing majors too...

...I'm not sure. Parents are trying to talk me out of creative writing (though I know if I sign up for it they won't stop me). They're afraid they'll end up supporting me for the rest of their lives...hehe. So maybe I'll be doing political science, or maybe, MAYBE going pre-law. That's what my dad's pushing for, I think. I'd enjoy the problem solving/tactical part of it. I could never be a trial lawyer, but there's numerous other types out there that would allow me to sleep at night with a clear conscience.

I've been playing even MORE DDR, and I'm starting to get decent at it. Exercise I enjoy...anyone see this coming?

I went home for my sister's graduation...she's now out of high school. The graduation was alright. Since when did graduations become talent shows where students sing "What I Did for Love" and "There can be Miracles"? Oh well. So that was last weekend. Tomorrow I'm going back home to serve as pallbearer for my great aunt who died last night. They disconnected her respirator. She hung on longer than anyone had ever expected, toughed out emphysema for quite a few years. Finally, though, she doesn't have to struggle.

I guess that's about it. Not much else to report that's not covered in 354 other self-serving whiny posts.

Adios

I'm sick, courtesy of my roomate Jimmy. Damn you, Jimmy! Oh well.

I withdrew from organic chem 2 two days ago...now to nail down a new major.

Too tired to make a real post, have to study for physics...more later. Adios.

god doesn't close a door without opening a trapdoor

Well, I've 90% decided it. Fuck organic chem. Fuck molecular and microbiology. I like it but no more. I've had enough. Time to become a creative writing major. I've always been better at writing anyway (at least, that's been my opinion. Others may beg to differ.). I'll go take my organic chem test tomorrow. I'll fail it gloriously, then I'll drop the class, change majors, and alert the parents, who, theoretically, should be ok with this. We'll see what happens. But I don't want to deal with it anymore. Organic chem has caused me too much stress, and I want to be writing more anyway.

So, for those of you keeping score at home we have gone:
Psychology --> Molecular and Microbiology --> Creative Writing. Hey, at least I can write creatively about many random things.

Been struggling a lot lately for supremely stupid self-serving-ancient-events-type stuff that wouldn't bother anyone functioning on any plane of normality. Oh well.

That is all.