Apostrophic Chunder

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Should sleep more. Should not self publish long-winded monologues in the wee hours of the morning. Should avoid overuse of exclamation mark. Should not include three exclamation marks together at the end of any sentence or blog byline. Should do the reading. Should not assume that all of the important material is being covered in lecture. Should get up early enough to park at Festival. Should not sleep until 10 minutes before class starts and be forced to park in Convo F and walk the dreaded down and up a steep as shit hill half mile. Should get to work. Should not keep rambling. See, these all balance out but "real life" isn't so easy.

Seems just lately all my clearest moments are between the hours of 1 and 4 AM, sitting here in my townie dorm cell thingy. How I miss my home and all of its comforts, my people, my familiar beasties, etc. Most recently my mindless cpu cycles have been spent in the world of Breaking Bad with Walter White and his downward spiral. Why do we enjoy watching other people go through the gauntlet? So the part of the computer science discipline that I enjoy is solving problems. I like applying technology to real world problems. I am in various stages of negotiation with a few different corporate entities but I am still looking for my niche. I wanted to put some part of that in quotes, but pretty sure that's not necessary. The sad truth that I'm not telling in any interview is that I have yet to find a company worthy of having me. I have zero interest in spending the next 20 years pulling 9 to 5 business weeks at a comfortable suburban office park. I've started to let financial security and the promise of nicer things drive my decision-making process again. I'm not super-thrilled about that because it feeds into a continuous cycle of perceived improvement that can't be escaped, but perhaps there is a comfortable middle ground between living in a van down by the river and becoming a stuffed pique polo shirt in a sea of like-minded sunday yuppies at Tysons II. The problem is I could have found that happy middle class paradise without going through all of this garbage ... the late-bloomer college tour of duty. Well in another ten weeks I will be able to say, yeah I did that too. Next I would like to learn how to work on internal combustion engines of all shapes and sizes. From what I understand this knowledge is to be gained mostly from DOING THAT, not reading a stack of really boring books. Sounds really good to me. Welding also looks like fun. Also for those who were following the other threads - My spine is feeling happy again so it's time to start jumping off of stuff and doing stunts again. Don't jinx me. I'll see you on the mountain, at the best local grind curb, down at the crappiest crumbly wave of the most touristy barny surf spot, and of course nodding off at the coffee shop. If you have money I will borrow it and I will not pay you back. If you ask me to fix your computer I will throw it out the highest open window I can find. Would you like a chocolate covered donut?