We all need direction to perfection.
It's the final countdown, gentlemen. Naught but three weeks remain. We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it...
Good, bad, or ugly, however you want to make it out to be, it's been a hell of a year. We all had our triumphs and we all had our mistakes, most likely more plentiful than our triumphs. But if you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything, and by god there are too many boring people out there to let these opportunities go to waste.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The way they sing
Captain's Log: 4/10/11 - Sunday
Only a month remains in the semester and all but the strongest of us are losing strength. BoardPlus supplies are dwindling with each coming day and some crew members have been driven mad by the repetitiveness of dining on campus. There is word of a group of refugees who have sought shelter and individually prepared dinners in the Claremont village, but these are only rumors. Besides, the trek to the Village Grill is long and trecherous, almost two Claremont miles in distance and fraught with unfinished construction projects and knickknack shops nobody ever really wants to go into.
Despite our exhaustion and our misplaced sense of deprivation, the community spirit is strong. One can only have the faith that our brigade will see success in completing the year. We will need to gather strength before the great final battle of May 8-13; some have suggested a small scale invasion and looting of the Honnold Mudd stacks, which tactical teams are currently investigating as a possibility.
My eyes grow heavy and I know I must rest. Viva la resistance.
Over and out.
Only a month remains in the semester and all but the strongest of us are losing strength. BoardPlus supplies are dwindling with each coming day and some crew members have been driven mad by the repetitiveness of dining on campus. There is word of a group of refugees who have sought shelter and individually prepared dinners in the Claremont village, but these are only rumors. Besides, the trek to the Village Grill is long and trecherous, almost two Claremont miles in distance and fraught with unfinished construction projects and knickknack shops nobody ever really wants to go into.
Despite our exhaustion and our misplaced sense of deprivation, the community spirit is strong. One can only have the faith that our brigade will see success in completing the year. We will need to gather strength before the great final battle of May 8-13; some have suggested a small scale invasion and looting of the Honnold Mudd stacks, which tactical teams are currently investigating as a possibility.
My eyes grow heavy and I know I must rest. Viva la resistance.
Over and out.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
This is the way that we love
Wow. Long time since, eh?
The sky is its somber shade of sheet slate grey, but the sun was here for a little while at least, just to remind us all that it's still there.
Upon successful completion of Spring Break 2011, there's a lot of a little bit of everything bouncing off of the inner walls of my skull, and not just because I spend 98% of my free time head banging furiously. But in approximately 2 minutes, my watch will tell me to smile, and maybe then my cerebrum can take a nice little break.
EDIT: Thanks for the kitten pic, Joost :)
The sky is its somber shade of sheet slate grey, but the sun was here for a little while at least, just to remind us all that it's still there.
Upon successful completion of Spring Break 2011, there's a lot of a little bit of everything bouncing off of the inner walls of my skull, and not just because I spend 98% of my free time head banging furiously. But in approximately 2 minutes, my watch will tell me to smile, and maybe then my cerebrum can take a nice little break.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"Of course I know. I've always known."
Welp, rehearsal is cancelled, which makes for a nice evening of writing in the Coop. Death in Vegas is playing through my earbuds.
Keeping a blog has made me realize how delusional it is to take oneself seriously as a blogger. Blogging is not an occupation. Given the shaky frequency with which I update this thing, it's not even really a hobby. But it's there when you need it and it's unobtrusive when you don't, a lot like the box of Star Wars bandaids that you keep in the drawer because you know that there's a paper cut waiting for you SOMEWHERE inside your textbook. The book knows exactly when you'll later be handling salty or acidic substances, and that's when it makes its move. The book KNOWS. Look at it, with it's smug ISBN number. Jerk.
But hey! It's Wednesday! Countdown 'til the weekend starts now. T minus one day (oh right, in the real world weekends start on FRIDAYS)
Keeping a blog has made me realize how delusional it is to take oneself seriously as a blogger. Blogging is not an occupation. Given the shaky frequency with which I update this thing, it's not even really a hobby. But it's there when you need it and it's unobtrusive when you don't, a lot like the box of Star Wars bandaids that you keep in the drawer because you know that there's a paper cut waiting for you SOMEWHERE inside your textbook. The book knows exactly when you'll later be handling salty or acidic substances, and that's when it makes its move. The book KNOWS. Look at it, with it's smug ISBN number. Jerk.
But hey! It's Wednesday! Countdown 'til the weekend starts now. T minus one day (oh right, in the real world weekends start on FRIDAYS)
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