Spring 2011

I've either just signed my GPA's death warrant, or I've locked myself in to have my most difficult semester ever.

Or I've locked myself in to have my SECOND most difficult semester ever, behind my first semester as an English Major attempting to take American and World Literatures at the same time, plus other classes.

General Bio
Intro to Chem
Intro to Chem Lab
World Lit II.

Yeah. Say a little prayer for me.

Of course, the obvious benefit to cramming these all into one semester is that if I somehow survive, the beginning of Summer Vacation will mark the end of my "general education" (horrible term for horrible things) requirements AND my major core class requirements.

All that'll be left are those nifty Creative Studies electives which for 3 hours of course credit require your body and soul as collateral.
Don't get me wrong. They're awesome classes.

But I'll have FIVE left to take, and I predict trying to take more than ONE per semester would be like trying to grow a second head just to have two conversations at once.
Man wasn't meant to possess that power.

They are offering them during Summer and Winter intersessions, so if I jumped in next summer I might be able to graduate by...the end of summer 2012, if we all live that long.

Of course I may just have to man-up and take two at once just to get my bachelor's before my 30th birthday.

It's a weird feeling knowing how little I really have left of college.
Been in it for so long (and yes, my year off counts as "in it") that thinking about the end, and after, is kinda scary.

I've been motivated by this big, grandiose idea of "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR DEGREE IS IN, AS LONG AS YOU LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING", which has been very beneficial, but now I can't help but wonder if it's all a load of BS compared to just trying to get bills paid.

Of course once I'm done, my wife will be able to jump back on her bachelor's (I predict a dance degree in her future...just so she doesn't have to take any more Music Theory), and it'll be fun watching her find new motivation to kick ass and take names.

But we'll see about where I end up.

I've never had aspirations for a particular job...my life's been more focused on making and improving the various arts to which I've set my hands and heart.
If I could find a way to use it to pay the bills it'd be amazing, but it seems all careers in the arts either involve teaching someone else [to do what you'd rather be doing yourself], or a crapshoot that could take you soaring with the eagles or dragged through the muck with the worms...or both, depending on the day.

Election Blah Blah

So a lot of people have been getting their panties in a wad about the elections this week, from Congress down to assistant spitoon boy.

Seems like almost everyone's got a reason to be angry, afraid, or deliriously happy.


Especially angry at anyone who would dare NOT FREAKING CARE about the election outcomes.

I've lost track of the number of politic-nicks I've had to endure beratement from, in the process of (sometimes for the tenth time) explaining to them that I USED to be all up in arms to (at first) keep those damn Democrats from winning, or (then later) keep those nazi Republicans from winning.

Fact is, neither side is really that different.
They're all overstuffed, overwealthy, power-hungry bastards constantly trying to grab more money and power for themselves and keep it out of the hands of everyone else, ESPECIALLY EACH OTHER.

The day we see a middle-class, third party candidate show up with more than a halfway decent chance of winning MIGHT be the day I show up at the polls.

But our elitist overseers would never let that happen, unless the dude (or dudette) had alreay been bought, paid for, and stored snuggly in the pockets of those already in power to use as their poster-child.

So, till then, I'll refrain from wasting time and energy taking part in a corrupt, flawed system, and enjoy a Smirnoff Ice and some teryaki beef jerky while watching cartoons at home on "ELECTION DAY".