To any of you who wandered here, because I posted to your account. I really have this account because 1) I wanted to see/post on others blogs, and 2) because I needed to let off steam a few months ago.

Sorry to disappoint. I may at some point write actual entries, but don't hold your breath. Unless you're underwater and don't have gills.

Too much

Why am I doing this? Really. You think this will advance my life? Make me happier? Eh. Probably not. So why do it? I don't know. If you can answer me this, let me know.

Of course, I could easily say what this is that I'm doing, but I don't think it matters. I think this all the time. Maybe that says something about me.

Too Serious

Why do some people take things too seriously? Project for class, no one wants to do, we all get A's as long as the results are generally reasonable (it's a negotiation between multiple parties). All but 2 of the 15 people are fine with throwing together something reasonble, fair, quick, and easy. These 2 are determined to fight for their fake clients. Why? There is too much else to do here with exams looming and all the rest.

One of the many reasons I don't like people. Blech.

You'd think

You'd think I'd be doing homework. Anything to avoid working, I suppose.

I went walking with a friend today to pick up her kids from their day care. As we approached the many kids playing outside on the playground, I realized it got harder and harder to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I really don't like kids. I don't even know why. But if someone told me I was a father, I'd punch them in the face. Hard. Twice.