I'm not alone

I stumbled across an article today that would've been fairly interesting, but became much more so because of a single part of a sentence within it. The article was about a "Scientific attempt to create the most annoying song ever". Such an article piqued my interest, naturally, as I have not been silent about my distaste for the singing of children. As I read further into the article, wondering what the rest of humanity finds repulsive in music, I blissfully read the following words:

"undesirable elements included holiday music, bagpipes, pipe organ, a children's chorus and the concept of children in general..."

A hahahha haha!!! I'm not the only one who hates children singing, its generally accepted now. I don't have to feel like a bad person for hating children (I didn't anyway); its not me, its science.

I've studied all your moves, baby!

Winning at chess feels good. When your oh so clever strategy plays out beautifully, thereby bringing about the destruction of your opponent's dreams, it's orgasmic! But what's even better than that? Dominating the same person twice in a row. How does it feel Doug? One would've expected you to learn from your mistakes in the first game, but your second was even more pitiful. I almost felt sorry killing your queen with a pawn, almost. I think maybe next time we play, I'll give you some kid of handicap or something. Perhaps I could start with only a pawn, and you could have 10 queens. It might be about even then. Who knows? Regardless, I hope that your appetite for pain is not yet sated; I still have a hankering for some chess.

Business? It's taken care of.

It is nice to be home. Got to sleep in my comfy bed with my comfy wife and catch up on all of the sleep I missed. What to do know? I kind of feel like hanging out with people, but I think I'd rather do as little as possible for a day. I'm getting old; can't handle that intensity without some recuperation time. I would like to do a podcast though, there's so much to sort through after the past week. I'm glad I decided to go at the last second, otherwise I would have missed all of the building, dancing, drinking, cooking, walking, and all around silliness. But most of all, I would've missed this:




Ah, memories...

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...