I Think I'm Accident Prone

My morning has been full of injuries. While cutting a piece for a Styrofoam bust, I've burned my hand with a hot glue gun in several places and stabbed my thumb with a cut-away blade. I was bleeding a lot everywhere. There weren't any bandages or anything, so I had to McGyver one using masking tape and tissues. Earlier this week I cut my fingers twice, however, those were just nicks, and I had access to bandages.

This is making me think I may be accident prone, but it's not like these were my first injuries.

I've melted the skin of my right hand with scalding hot milk that overflowed onto my hand when I used to work at Starbucks, and before anyone says anything it wasn't my fault. The customer ordered an extra hot cappuccino, which we're not technically suppose to make extra hot (only cappuccino) for the very reason it will overflow, but
"The customer is always right!" 

(coughbullshitcough)

And of course, I can't forget the half a dozen times I cracked my head open when I was a little kid of one or two, and the fact that I slammed my head into the ground repeatedly 'cause I had teeth problems when I was still little and it hurt. And don't make a joke about how this explains a lot about why I am the way I am 'cause I've already heard it. Hell, I was the first one to say that joke.

All of this points to me being accident prone. Then again, it could all be in my cracked head. I'm such the actual accident prone people are much worse off than me.

This Might Be A Problem

Second week in the semester and already I think my schedule is going to kill me slowly and painfully, while draining away all of my vitality, willpower and creativity, not unlike cancer or a potentially good manga plot that either ends prematurely or has a horrible ending despite being given time to mature.

I'm being completely, three-fourths serious.

You don't want to see me when I'm 100% serious... when my cynicism is at its peak.

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I barely have enough time to complete the work assigned Tuesday for the class Thursday, and on Wednesday I pretty much spend the entire day at the college. Overall, a hell of a lot to finish and do research on with just barely enough time to complete it, as long as I don't sleep much and embargo almost everything that makes me happy.

I do know what I have to do about all this, in order to make all of this much easier to do without losing my last reserve of sanity.

Right now, however, I feel like complaining.

Tomorrow, I will start organizing myself, but 'til then I shall complain.

I like to complain. My grandfather, who I'm told I resemble, complained a lot, too. So, I shall complain as well, then get my act together. But not until I'm finished complaining. I'm not happy 'til I'm unhappy.

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Okay, I'm done.

Back And Slightly Better Than Ever

My plan is to go back and add posts than I probably would have written if I had actually maintained this blog over the course of the summer break and then pretend that the blog has always looked like this.

Yay for denial!

That is all.

Now for something different.

First, I am very surprised to find that the Government class that I was kinda forced into due to circumstances I don't want to take about 'cause it depresses me is not actually that bad. It will still be a little horrible 'cause I hate the topic with a passion greater than any hate ever known to man or beast, but the teacher seems like he could make it at least mildly interesting. Plus, I assumed that because it was class about government, it would also be about politics as well. Yes and no. It's impossible to completely separate the two because politics influences government, but it's not a political science class so not as much politics as I thought there would be.

All of my other classes are going to be a ton of work but fun as hell, except for the class that shall not be named 'cause it depresses me. Other than that, it will be awesome.

Oh, and I have no class on Fridays, which is good since the rest of the week except Monday will be so full, I doubt I will receive much sleep. On Fridays I can crash and hopefully not burn.

My Other Blog

I thought I might as well post a link to my other blog I made for my Intro to Computer Graphics class, since I'm leaving it alone as a record of what I did last semester.

Take a look.

Or else.

It has mostly awesome stuff and some not-so-awesome stuff. Also a papercraft I made of myself so you can make your own little me to take with you and be your only real friend in this harsh, cold world of ours. Although, it's a little version of myself so maybe not so much. Depends.


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At the moment I can't remember if I got an A or a B+.

Holy Shit, It's Already March

Where was I when it became March? Do I miss a meeting or something when it was decided or announced? 'Cause it can't be March already.

Right?

But it is... it is indeed March, much to my chagrin...

How can it be that two months have passed since my second semester started, and I have not noticed? I know February is shorter than most months but not that short! It doesn't feel like two months have passed. Maybe it's 'cause I haven't done enough from my perspective to warrant the passing of two months of time or the cliche "time goes by when you're having fun." I don't know, and that's what is frustrating about it.

Uhh... it's March, and I still have a lot of shit to do. Some for school, some for myself, and a little towards both. I'm not gonna get much sleep for a while. Just perfect.

I think I'm starting to hate March. No offense, March. Usually, I have no reason to dislike you, March, but I'm pissed at the moment and need an object to vent my anger upon. You just happened to be there at the wrong time.

Deal with it.

Conversation

It's nice when people actually know what the hell I'm talking about and can add meaningful dialogue to the conversation.

And even better is how the number of participants in said conversation grow.

I mean today I started talking to one person I knew, then someone else I knew passed by, heard the words "Meiji Revolution", and engaged in our conversation. He didn't think anyone else even knew about the Meiji Revolution, let alone use it in conversation. Moments later, another person who this time I did not know joined as the conversation shifted towards social hierarchy, linguistic relativity and degradation of language, and morality.

All together a very entertaining and interesting conversation that would have lasted longer if no one had class.

Just got to love art college. Never boring.