No Use For A Title

Damn, I'm glad I don't have Seasonal Affective Disorder (the aptly-acronymed SAD: a psychological disorder which causes a person to become, well, sad, when the whether turns "bad". Believed to be caused by lack of sunlight. [If anything, I welcome less sunlight.]), because if I did, I'd be feeling like shit all the time right now; there's a lot of snow out there. Luckily, I don't care, and I don't really know anyone who does, beyond the fact that it means more shoveling.

In other news, most of the rest of my family (in this generation at least, I'm not even going into our predecessors) appears to be headed for a mediocre existence because they're fucking off in school, as they'd prefer to play video games or smoke. I almost feel like saying something, but most of them probably wouldn't listen. I can already see where it's gonna go: I'm going to be seen as some form of mini-bank - maybe even a free hotel - and it's not something I'm looking forward to.

They see college as just being about getting a piece of paper that doesn't even matter: they'll just learn on their own (if they plan on learning at all). But that's not all that college is about; it doesn't just prove that you know shit, it proves that you were willing to put forth the effort to be there every day - or do what you need to pass, at least. Bunch of jackasses.

Oh well. Remember kids: Stay in school, and don't do drugs unless you're absolutely sure you don't have a drug test coming up.

Thank you, and goodnight.