Another Day, Another... Something.

I ended up finding some communion within the gamer's group in this university. Between the people peddling bibles on the street, the carpe diem-obsessed freshmen, the gym-powered jocks, and the scary fanboys, I finally found a niche that works. Thank god, it felt strange keeping a stone face all the time around all these scary kids. Thankfully, they're fairly diverse in game knowledge, but not so obsessed out of it that they scare the rest of us; just the sort of crowd that I can live with comfortably. Whew.

My exams have been hell. To be frank, I realize that I need to push myself harder. Sadly, I have been, and this is what is annoying me. At the current moment, I'm thinking it's not about how hard I push, but how I perform the push... All in due time I guess (a shame that's not too long). To compensate, I already set up several appointments with people that keep getting propelled back like two similar poles of a magnet. My god, I wish it was Thanksgiving so I could have a day to goof off where it has no backlashed reckoning (and even *that* comes with a price). Even the banks are against me: they rejected my attempt to start an account! What is this, am I getting watched over and manipulated by the Templars or something?!

At this moment I'm thinking I should just double major with English. One can be the fallback for the other and I've got way more credentials for the latter than I do with psyche, plus I think I have a decent grasp of MLA format after all those times I spent tutoring. The more I think about it, the more I'd like to go into the Creative Writing branch of NYU, though I know it would probably be even more scathing to my dwindling ego than psyche. Ah well, when in Rome...

Anyway, onward to follow the war of life, and (hopefully) victory.

Another Day, Another... Something.

I ended up finding some communion within the gamer's group in this university. Between the people peddling bibles on the street, the carpe diem-obsessed freshmen, the gym-powered jocks, and the scary fanboys, I finally found a niche that works. Thank god, it felt strange keeping a stone face all the time around all these scary kids. Thankfully, they're fairly diverse in game knowledge, but not so obsessed out of it that they scare the rest of us; just the sort of crowd that I can live with comfortably. Whew.

My exams have been hell. To be frank, I realize that I need to push myself harder. Sadly, I have been, and this is what is annoying me. At the current moment, I'm thinking it's not about how hard I push, but how I perform the push... All in due time I guess (a shame that's not too long). To compensate, I already set up several appointments with people that keep getting propelled back like two similar poles of a magnet. My god, I wish it was Thanksgiving so I could have a day to goof off where it has no backlashed reckoning (and even *that* comes with a price). Even the banks are against me: they rejected my attempt to start an account! What is this, am I getting watched over and manipulated by the Templars or something?!

At this moment I'm thinking I should just double major with English. One can be the fallback for the other and I've got way more credentials for the latter than I do with psyche, plus I think I have a decent grasp of MLA format after all those times I spent tutoring. The more I think about it, the more I'd like to go into the Creative Writing branch of NYU, though I know it would probably be even more scathing to my dwindling ego than psyche. Ah well, when in Rome...

Anyway, onward to follow the war of life, and (hopefully) victory.