June Bug.

I got things done today. 

I actually did stuff. 

I have a white board in my room with a list of things to do, and when I get home I can erase 4 or 5 of them.  

Before work: two loads of laundry, put lights on my bike, started reinstalling my work computer, and I got a hair cut.  

Further more, no video games so far today. 

The last post I made may have seemed like I was really depressed, but I took the party as a wake up call.  I've decided that, inspired by my cousin, I'm going to do as I hinted at.  No video games in the month of June.  

It will be challenging, I may need to remove my gaming computer from my apartment for that month (or reinstall only linux on it), and I may need the help of my friends, but it will be worth it.  

So, wish me luck, and good night. 

Up to Par

Recently I was at a friends graduation party.   She made it, and did quite well, and I'm happy for her.

At the party though, I realized that I have some work I need to do on myself.  It was an odd feeling going to a party filled with friends and family of her and her roommate, all quite skilled people.  Dancers, and doctors, and theologists, and activists. 

And there I was, wondering what I could talk about with them.  Work... work was all I could come up with. 

I had pretty much the same conversation with three people, and I didn't have very many conversations.  Mostly I just hung out by the food area.  I probably looked like a freeloader... 

It is apparent, that I need to take up interests in something other than computer games and tv shows/movies. 

Also, I need to figure out how to talk about my interests.  I just feel I'm not good enough in any of them.  I could talk about how I got a picture in a newspaper.  I could talk about how I wish I took photos of the snow storm, and the hockey game.  But those all seem so trivial compared to "I'm a doctor, what I do saves lives," or "I spent a semester in a 3rd world country trying to avoid crime lords, and I have a motorcycle."

I know I shouldn't hold myself up to others.  I know I have my own skills, but I'm pretty sure I botched my college career so far, and mostly because I am addicted to games and stories.  Not as bad as my cousin, who when into therapy for it (16 hours a day, had to drop several classes, and still almost failed out of college).  But he's getting better after taking a break. 

This summer, I plan on working on that.  I plan to get more into photography, programming and learning.  Plus I might even take a vow of abstinence from video games for the entire month of June.  Maybe I'll start a web comic, or learn how to animate. 

I just know something has to change.  Video games should not be my life, especially when the rest of my life depends on these years in college. 

And to my friend, sorry if I rained on your party.  The only person I knew there was you, and I'm glad you appreciated me being there enough to let me know, but I still feel bad about how I didn't really talk to many people.  To be honest, I felt out of place, but I shouldn't have let that hold me back.  So, if there is another party of yours I end up going to, I'll try to get more involved.

Good luck, and have fun.

Hrm?

Tech- Thank you for calling, how can I help you?

Customer- You know what, I have to look at my stuff before I can talk to you.  I thought I was hitting my router fine, but I guess not.

Tech- Okay?

Customer-So, let me do that, and if I have any issues I'll call back.

Tech-Alright.

Would rather not think about it.

But, since I tell myself that, I think about it more.  The amount that you do think about something is inversely proportional to the amount that you want to think about it. 

Say something and it didn't come out right, you'll probably be thinking about it for the rest of the day.

Get dumped by someone, probably for months. 

Why are our brains hardwired to be annoying?  Why can't we just let the bad things slide?

ERm... what?

One morning,  there was a college student sitting at a table in the library Cafe waiting for the people he arranged to study with.

Then, another student, not of the people to be studying with, comes up and asks if he can sit at the table.

The first student agrees, and both students proceed to work, while avoiding eye contact.

Then, the other student... GETS A BLOody Nose...

Not a huge one, but it's just awkward.  Also, not what the first student had in mind when the other one asked to sit down...

(But he couldn't kick the other out, because he forgot to make him sign the terms and conditions of sitting down, the health and safety guidelines, the new regulations regarding fire alarms, a promise not to smoke, and, a signed photograph if the other ever got famous)...