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I had several ideas of what I wanted to do with this. I recently fell back into the meaningless void that is blogging during the wee hours of the morning (thanks INSOMNIA™!), so I felt like this would be a more consistant way to get my thoughts cleared.

My original intent for this blog was to make my "Dear Anonymous..." journal go electronic. As I was reviewing old entries from years past, I realized that there was some case sensitive information in some of them. Common sense says that I should keep it as is; a private journal. I was considering getting a Twitter, but I don't think that I'm ADD or OCD enough to really change my status every 3 seconds. I still don't get the whole concept of twitter; what does it do besides let the public know that you're currently in the bathroom with explosive diarrhea, and you think you may have contracted the swine flu, all while brushing your teeth? I can see this going down in flames the way myspace did. Speaking of myspace, I think I'll just take a few excerpts from that blog to add to this.

I'm about to complete my first semester at Towson University (huzzah) as a double major in photography (fine arts) and graphic design. Thanks to this, I am beyond broke. I've met some cool people along the way, and unfortunately I have to deal with that one socially awkward person who won't shut up OR leave you alone. Seriously, I thought that I had escaped this when I left MC?! Despite my apprehension of leaving my comfort zone, I had to admit that I love where I'm at (NOT BALTIMORE), and I love what I'm doing. It's not the art school I had originally pictured myself in, but I feel like my parents and I both got what we wanted.

(RANDOM SHOUT OUT: HI DREAMER!!!!)

I can sort of say that punk ass is gone, but not entirely. That portion of my life will always be apart of me. Through the years I've definitely made some enemies. The point is that I have grown up over there years, and people need to realize that there is life after high school. Part of my growing up phase is that I've become very brash and sarcastic. Some people need that proverbial slap in the face, some times even a literal one. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and go do something with your life. Newsflash: no one cares if you were the most popular person in school, the most attractive, captain of whatever team, how punk rock, goth, stoner, gansta you were. None of that matters. If you keep living your life based upon those standards, then you're in trouble. Congratulations, your life is officially fucked! Another thing that I've noticed is that I have very low tolerance for bullshit. Going back to Towson's answer to MC's socially awkward; this guy was premed, but obviously couldn't handle it. He entered the art major thinking it was an easy task. He's just another unmotivated, no talent, waste of space rich kid that took the place of someone more deserving. Honestly I wouldn't question my grades if I just sat there voicing out my opinions on how I think "this (project) is bullshit!" Dude, how about you reconsider the art major? Because like the premed major, this isn't panning out for you, either.

The good news is that the workaholic is back. The bad news; the workaholic is back. I do miss the days when I could just hang out with everyone, and still get my work done on time. Now a days I don't have that luxury. I feel bad for missing concerts, recitals, etc, but the work never stops. The good news is that I have 2 weeks of school left. The bad news is that the work is going to kill me. It's going to be an overwhelming 2 weeks, but this too shall pass.

To add to the already overwhelming ordeal that is my life, I am currently looking for another job. The one I have now isn't panning out, and I am a heart beat away from beating down a customer with the ice cream spade! While talking to Dreamer, she told me of a Hot Topic hiring at Wheaton mall. No way. I already applied before (5 years ago to be exact) and I didn't think the application process alone was worth it. The manager at the time explained that the last page was crucial; "we want you to be creative with this. draw all over it, cover it with glitter, whatever. you also have to explain why you shoud get this job." Uh huh...so what you're saying is that I have to beg with glitter and pretty pictures...yeah....The only creativity that's needed in that store is to trick another scene kid into buying those ridiculous $50 bondage pants. I'm not going to lie, I used to buy those back before I had any common sense, and my current DIY ethic. Nothing screams "street cred" like overpriced pants with useless straps.

Seeing as how I have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to trek to Towson for class at 8:00 AM, I should get some sleep before INSOMNIA™ takes over.