Best. Winter. Ever.

I love the snow! Weeeeee! There's so much, it's crazy. I missed this last year. I didn't miss all of the douchebags that don't know how to drive in it, but that's another thing entirely. I wish it was closer to 32 degrees so that the snow would be better for packing, but I'm determined to make the biggest snowman ever regardless. It shall be done! But I might also settle for a vast array of smaller snowmen that one can easily cleave in twain by means of a claymore.

In other news, I now possess a device that is capable of capturing a portion of the visible light spectrum and rendering it as a 2-dimensional grid of approximately eight million points of red, blue, and green. I used it a ton at the bar the other night; its so nice to have one. It's so small and easy to use. Now I will have an endless supply of pictures with which to employ my crude photoshopping skills on. Unfortunately, I am not always motivated enough to post a hilarious or inspiring image with my posts. It's, like, 2 in the morning. Get off my back.

I am getting so unbelievably sick of all of this christmas music. Not only do I hear the same few sogs over and over again, but they are often sang by children. Come on! Kids can't sing, they just shout in unison. And if one actually can sing, then they're an annoying little prick anyway. And that one damned radio station, that my sister listens to, has all of these inane segments where they interview the stupidest kids in America about christmas. They asked this one kid what his most memorable christmas was, and the stupid little bastard says something like, "One year, I walked down stairs and saw, like, a hundred presents; and a bunch of them were for me!" Jesus fucking christ! That's your awesome christmas anecdote!?! You once got presents? I'm so glad I lost 30 seconds of my life hearing some incompetent shit relate a common ocurrance as if it was an earth shattering event. I suppose it's possible that he had never recieved more than a sandwhich for christmas before then, but nothing of the sort was mentioned. I can only assume that this kid is so dull that the most meaningful thing to him is the mindless consumption of a pile of gifts.

And some other kid was asked what the one thing that she would want to say to Santa was. Would she ask him how he gets to every house in one night? Or where he gets his food from since he lives at the north pole? Maybe she would just like to thank him for all of him hard work and all of the presets he selflessly provides her with. No. Given the chance to meet Santa and say one thing, she chose, "HEEEEEY SAAANTAAAA!" Are you kidding me? Not only is that the stupidest choice ever, but some asshole at the radio station thought it was adorable enough to play over the air. I'm so glad that I'm not subjected to the radio very often; It's practically unbearable at this time of year.

I seem to have gotten sidetracked. If I were to sum up my feelings right now, you'd get:
I love the snow.
I have a camera.
I hate children.
I want to go sledding tomorrow.

The end is nigh

I can almost touch it, it's so close... 2 days left. On December 18, at approximately 9 pm, I will no longer be a student! It's graduation time! I would like to take this moment to demand a party to be thrown in my honor. Or, if not a party, then at least someone should buy me a pitcher of beer (or two). I hope that my friends are as awesome as these two chums in the artist's rendering of my celebration.

The worst week is the next to last

Holy shit, this week blows! Next week is final exam time for my last semester ever. I'm not worried about final exams, they'll be cakewalks, it's this week that sucks. Nothing but projects and papers. Seriously though, I wrote an essay over the weekend, finished a project yesterday, started a project today, wrote an essay today, and have more crap due Thursday. Boo on this! It's so much work having a future.

Cutting = Hilarity

Oh man, I've been laughing my ass off at this website: grouphug.us. Its just a bunch of anonymous confessions by a bunch of angsty teenagers. Every other "confession" is as follows:

I seem happy to everyone around me, but I'm sad on the inside :(. My gf/bf broke up with me, but I love them sooo much! I think I'll die, I am sooo numb... I cut myself just to feel, but I hide it cause I'm scared to share my feelings. Boo hoo...

The first one like that, made me chuckle. Each identical post afterwards made me laugh harder and harder. I eventually started a search for the word "cut", and just laughed and laughed at how often it showed up. Seriously though, that made my day. I wish my grass was emo...

lucky arm

I'm so tired and so bored. Unfortunately, the only part of me that seems to be able to sleep is my right arm. My eyes burn, I can hardly focus, but these damn chairs are just too uncomfortable! What am I going to do? I'm stuck up here at school until 9pm, then I have to make it home. Arrgh!

At least I have my laptop and headphones. I can at least drown out my fellow students and their mindless drivel. Ahh, the loathing I feel for my classmates seems to have woken me up a tad. Perhaps I should continue on with this tangent. I can't stand that old bitch from my project management class. She's done everything, has an opinion on everything, and is a bitch about everything. I'd hate her enough from this class alone, but I've had her in three prior classes as well. She actually talked down to me in sociology because I was "too young and watched too much TV". I hope she dies alone...

Then there is my math class. Its some low level class called "Finite Mathematics" that I took to fill an elective slot. Man, some of the people in there so dumb it blows my mind! Just today, the big douchebag in the back actually insinuated that the formulae we were using must be wrong because he got a wrong answer with his laptop. The jackass refused to believe that he messed up. I hate that guy so much; every time he speaks I can almost feel the ignorance radiating from him.

Yay, I feel much more awake now. Perhaps I'll survive until my network security class after all.