I do not post often enough.

I really don’t feel like writing anything right now, but I can’t let bad habits get in the way of doing things. One of those things would be going to California College of the Arts, which I am apparently applying to.

I recently finished reading Sandman, and have just this morning finished “The Sandman Companion”, which was enlightening and will certainly be a resource of unfathomable value when I eventually get started on that research paper. Presently, however, Sandman is having a rather more profound impact on my life due to the eerie synchronicity of the themes and events presented within and the circumstances of my life without. But such a complex and fascinating topic would require it’s own, rather lengthy post, and shall not be attended to here.

Apparently, Edmundo isn’t joining the Marines. He had second thoughts, which his mother was more than happy to encourage.

I’ve been feeling awfully tired lately. A general mood of utter dissatisfaction has been hounding me for some time. This is especially true of my job, which is fine really, but I hate it anyway. I think I’m just sick of Peirce; I’ve been stuck in that school for too long, and I’d rather not end up just sinking into the quagmire like most people seem content to do. Regardless, I’m terrified of the next step, only a couple hours ago I had to fight off the onslaught of a ragged anxiety that seemed to come flying at me from all angles, threatening to cut off my every means of escape. But I cannot stay where I am; I must either risk it all or die in this potential rut, and the prior option is obviously the only sane one, since the former is certain petrifaction.

Wow, I’m wordy when I’m tired.

Wow

I had yet to examine the profusion of ruminations that I’ve been scattering about this html digiscape. I have just completed a brief survey and I must say I am, eh… bewildered?

The post from Monday, for instance, has no title, and a misplaced comma. The others, however, seem to have come from the mind of an incredibly introspective (and rather depressing) philosopher. Where is this stuff coming from?

I watch too much TV.

I really do, and that needs to stop. In fact, there are a good many things I do that need to stop (I’m listening to Listener right now, Train Song “I’ve got goals to defeat my will, and lately it’s been hard to accept the challenge”). A short list:

1. Getting up late and tired because…
2. I stay up too late.
3. Eating the crappy food at the Bookstore.
4. Not drawing.
5. Not reading.
6. Talking too much.
7. Being self-centered (should that be hyphenated?).
8. Not starting a webcomic.
9. …

I could go on, but I think this list makes the situation fairly plain.

Edmundo joined the Marines. And not just the Marines, the infantry. He scored high enough to do all kinds of other stuff, but he decided that the infantry was it for him. I haven’t even seen this guy in ages, but we were pretty good friends back in the day. It’ll be weird to think of the kid I knew becoming a trained killer. Hopefully his name won’t end up appended that ever growing list…