No Use For A Title

Two easy classes today, and no sign that they'll deviate from that, ever. One has about 5 pages of reading I have to do by Wednesday, the other is an Economics class that started off with a review of what calculus is. I know it's technically possible to get in as a second-semester freshman (if your first semester was min-maxed), but anyone able to do that should have passed Calc 2 by then.

Oh well.

For some jackass reason I decided to have 3 classes on Tuesday-Thursdays, when I haven't normally been a fan of the 75-minute classes those days generally have.

Oh, now I remember why.

Getting out at 12:30 on the other three days of the week. That gives me plenty of time to be a jackass and visit the weight room (not necessarily in that order, not mutually exclusive).

As I assumed, my physical power dropped quite a bit over the summer. If I were a D&D character, I'd call it a 3-4 point drop from my peak Strength stat. The only bad thing about sustained exercise for me is that it's aerobic; that is, it takes oxygen. The more oxygen I use, the less acute my anaerobic self becomes.

Oh well, overpowering people can be as fun as outsmarting them, depending on the person.

Not sure if I'll pass the doppelganger test though (Test: Would Me today be able to kick the ass of me [period of time] ago?), but that's ok because I don't have any specific people in mind who I have to be stronger than.

Sorry for the rambling post.

Wait, no I'm not.

Because some of the tiles of the (public) sidewalk outside our house are uneven, they apparently have to be replaced. In its infinite generosity, the city is only making us pay for half of its repairs.

Oh, and they're going to cut the giant tree on our treelawn down. Apparently it is rotted on the inside.

I feel more empathy for that tree than I do for most of you meatbags.

It's a good thing I got rid of the dryad.

In other news, I was bored earlier today.

For the first time in...as far back as my fragmented memory can recall.

I'm not sure what, if any, significance this holds.

Anyone ever take up a cause or a project that they didn't really want to, just because it was the path of least resistance and they didn't really care either way?

I have.

Anyone ever get to a point therein where they would give up on the whole thing if even a single additional minor inconvenience were to present itself?

I'm getting there.

*random expletives deleted*

Even though I've been staying up later and later the last half-week, I'm still up at or before 9. (The first day, I woke up at 5, then at 7, then again a little after 8.)

20 years will have passed since the day of my birth soon. While many Americans view 20 as a year that yields no tangible benefits, I'm taking a more pragmatic view.

The coming draft will target 19-year-olds first.

Not that I'll be drafted anyway, I will be a conscientious objector. That's right, I value human life too much to kill or fight in any war, no matter how righteous or justified.*

*Yeah, I've still got it.

I am a free man.

For 10 days, at least.

Me* knows 10 days can make a year of difference.


*Used to indicate that I am referring to myself (using a namelike structure) without referring to myself in the third person. It is technically correct**.

**The best kind of correct

Today, I reflect on the story of the time the God of Pain allowed his hand to burn until its ability to feel pain was negated.

Why?

Because I can, dammit.

The 8-9 hours we spend getting there and back seems like more time than we actually spend there.

Part of me has begun to wonder what would happen if I were to just wander away without any explanation one day. Of course, my family and my/their associates would get help tracking me down in that case (as though it were possible for anyone to kidnap or destroy me against my will). Perhaps I should instead leave a note that states that I'm wandering off without any explanation.

I'm sure they'd understand then.

I've wondered things along similar lines before, but this time I've only concerned myself with inter/personal ramifications, as opposed to unimportant trivialities like where I'd live or how I'd get food.

I would just let my memories and my abilities guide me.

I hope to do this one day.

I haven't blogged about it, but my uncle has been visiting for a while now. Earlier today he laid a bunch of different knives on the table and let me pick one out; he's letting each of "the boys" pick one, and I was first in line, as is usual. I picked this wavy-bladed dagger with a blade about 14 inches long.

In other news, I got back word on my writing portfolio that I may or may not have mentioned before. I knew I was going to pass (C equivalency or better is nothing, really) but I was interested in seeing the critique. The reviewer was my "one-time writing instructor," out of four such instructors (but they didn't sign it, unfortunately). The main issue the reviewer had with my writing - and I'm sure you'll agree with them on this - is the way I rarely use a "detached, strictly objective academic tone." I agree personally, but I feel I'm detached enough in my normal life; I don't like writing as the person that I am, regardless of who I am at the time. I also become a little too informal at times, which is something I consciously strive to avoid (in academic writing, at least).

I'm relatively sure I can tell which of the four instructors reviewed it by their criticisms (and their writing style, even though all four used detached objective writing for all of their reviews with students). I'm not displeased with the review, though, just curious to know who wrote it, and if I'm right about the person's identity.

Six more work days left at my summer job, and ten days after that until school restarts.

Joy.

Oh, and by the way, Blogger: "Equivalency" is too a word, you bastard. If you don't believe me, you also flagged "Blogger." If you don't claim that is a word, you're speaking a dead language and I'll do to you what I did to the Romans, and I don't think your esophagi could take it.

Today is a(n) [adjective] day. That's the only way I can describe it right now.

Exactly one month until my 20th birthday. (Still plenty of the aforementioned angst* to spare.) No sign of my (strange?) fixations on time/numerology abating.

My job this summer is 10 weeks (instead of 8, as in past years), which means I will...I can...er...never mind. No point at this...uh...point.

I've got tentative syllabi (syllabuses? Who knows these things? Not me, that's for damn sure) for three of my five classes in the coming semester. With one less class, coupled with a few less distractions, I should be able to redouble my efforts to strengthen my mortal frame (with the universe flattening and all, that could become more important, and sooner rather than later; I can already feel the supernatural energies binding me to this existence fluctuating within unacceptable ranges).

At least I don't run on oil.

At some point in the last 18 or so hours, I was alive. I don't know how, or why, but the evidence is clear.

That bruise near my ass finally changed color (which, for the geniuses in the audience, means it is healing).

A little over three weeks until school restarts, on August 29th. I'm as ready as I need to be right now.

Just over a month until I'm no longer a teenager...maybe this, my 19th year, was meant to purge me of all the teen angst and negative energy I had built up in time for the occasion. You know, so I'll have plenty of room for more negative energy. Call it refinancing.

Fine, don't call it that. Bastards.

I was going to edit my post to mention this first part yesterday, but that would have ripped the fabric of spacetime as I have currently defined it with regard to this blog. (Keeping a post I haven't even made yet is taxing enough.)

Yesterday I got to use a thing I was just told is called an iron "post-hole digger" (just looks like a weird spear to me, but I digress) to destroy half of our sidewalk. Reminded me of the time I got to use a baseball bat to break all the windows out of a car (after using a tree for practice).

I was going to say a couple of other things, but nah. I'll remember just from these lines right here. *nod*