So I got my grades for the last quarter of classes, yes that includes my art class, and I just gotta say…I must be an art genius. Ok maybe not, but I did do a lot better in that class than I thought I would. I ended up getting a B in it so I was actually quite ecstatic to say the least. I mean as most of you know I am typically a very pessimistic person about, well…everything and so I was expecting a D or a low C at the most. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about a B before in my life. I was kind of sad though because I really want to do well at this school and that B dropped my GPA to a 3.6 which is just downright unacceptable. Haha. I honestly want to try and keep it above the 3.5 which means I have to step things up a notch. The only problem with that is the fact that I now have another art-type class for the next 10 weeks. I am not going to have to really draw anymore, but I apparently need to understand art and know what paintings mean. I’ll tell you though; I have no idea what some of these artists were thinking when they painted. Most of the paintings look like finger paintings I did when I was a kid…too bad, if I would have known that that was “Art” I might be a millionaire right now, but oh well. So I am not really looking forward to that class at all. On the other hand my other class is “Audio for Gaming” which is going to be freaking awesome, once we all get our laptops that is, but I still think it is going to rock.
On the other side of things my roommate who I was sharing a room with that hasn’t been back in a few weeks turned up dead the other day. Haha, just kidding, how weird would that have been. He did get kicked out of the apartment though, apparently he wasn’t paying his rent so he owed like 950 dollars. So the rental company just came by and took all of his shit so the next time he comes by…all of his stuff is going to be gone. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when that happens, that will be a great day. Now I am scared who is going to take his place though. Maybe I got the bad one out of the way and I’ll get lucky and for some odd reason they’ll place an interior design girl in my room. If only…If only.
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Judging from your last few blog entries, it sounds as if you are becomming a thinker so I just had to post this for you. Confessions Of A Thinker
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then --
just to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I
was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't
true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking
all the time.
That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I turned off the TV
and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her
mother's.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but
I couldn't help myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau, Muir, Confucius
and Kafka. I would return to the office dazed and confused, asking, "What is it
exactly we are doing here?"
One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it hurts me to
say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop
thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job."
This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my conversation with
the boss. "Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking..."
"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But hon, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college
professors and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on
thinking, we won't have any money!"
"I think that's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently.
She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with
the emotional drama.
"I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for
the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared into the parking lot
with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors. They didn't open. The
library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra , a poster caught my
eye, "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked.
You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers Anonymous
poster.
This is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA
meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was
"Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the
last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just
seemed..easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.
Today I took the final step.
I joined the Democratic Party.
In response to the comment made by Jack... "THINKING" I'd have to say I didn't give it much thought until the last line.. & my only thought was... :) WAyne
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