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The old one was lost.

Currently I'm listening to xbxrx and working on groundwater

wasting time on the internet while i drink some green tea & my relatively-new YLT record playing in the background. really nice, i have to say, not mind-blowing, but retro-pleasant...



ok, back to the grind...

Enjoying spring. Reflecting on Good Friday (I can't help it, the city is quiet.)
Listening to Marving Gaye at Professor Griff''s Myspace page. (www.myspace.com/xminista)

Singing to the tunes in my head.

God is dead, and no one cares.

Just bought that last week. "Pass the Hatchet" alone was worth it.

I'm downloading those beautiful Blonde Redhead high-def press photos from here
http://www.blonderedhead23.com/biography.php

Good stuff! I just got into Marvin Gaye recently and I recorded "What's going on?" on tape!

nothing, because I took the afternoon off work for no reason, so I have nothing to do... and I love it.

Enjoying a couple of precious hours of downtime between work and my fifth night in a row at the studio, followed by more working tomorrow, possibly followed by more studio work after that, only to wind up in Family Obligation Land on Sunday.

I'm listening to EVOL.

Attempting to pass the workday posting drivel on this forum, but the rest of you are uncooperative. Useless fuckers.

I'm listening to "Endless Love" in the dark.

Thread hijack time - luxy, are you still at Loyola?

Just finished adding a news feed to groundwater, the CP is nearly complete!

Probably going to read "the Rebel Sell" now and have food.

Nope, it didn't quite work out. I'm going to a community college now which is about 20 minutes away from where I live.

You're mirroring my wayward college career in a scary way - I also abandoned my first attempt and went to a community college.

You're not missing anything at Loyola. The people at Loyola are

a. Hardcore Jesuits - very odd
b. Hardcore Jesuits with money - downright scary
c. North-side Chicagoans - by default rich, and more often than not painfully stupid
d. Almost all female - enough said

I'm not sure I even went there. I mostly skipped class, ate cereal, and watched cartoons.

Sounds like college.

I've enumerated my feelings on college before. I will say that Loyola made me categorically despise Catholic priests. Sadistic and devious.

Oh wait, isn't that a prerequisite for being Catholic?

Yeah, I pretty much ran out of all the money I had within a few weeks of being there. I definitely underestimated what the cost of living would be. Then again, in one class alone, the teacher gave out the wrong list of books to buy, which he later corrected, but not soon enough. The bookstore wouldn't give me a refund, so that was a few hundred dollars down the drain.

Nearly everyone I met there was pretty wealthy, whereas I couldn't afford to do much of anything. Unless it was free, of course. I did plenty of free stuff.

The "friends" I made there turned out to be totally fucking psycho, so even if I hadn't already been having problems there, they would've been enough of a reason to leave.

Also, things at home were also going out of whack, and I felt like I really needed to be back there, rather than away from everything. Really the final straw was when a friend of mine from high school died in a car accident. And those new "friends" of mine had basically begun stalking me. After all of that, I didn't want to be anywhere near Loyola. One of my current teachers is from Chicago, and when I told him that I had gone to Loyola for a semester, he just cringed and said, "I'm so sorry." I wish something like that had happened before I actually started school there, but noooo, everyone just told me how great Loyola was and how it was a nice neighborhood to live in and all sorts of crap.

I didn't think it was going to be so bad until Orientation this past summer. It pretty much killed any hopes I had for college.

Also, in high school I took a lot of dual credit courses, and from the very beginning the advisors I went to at Loyola kept saying that all of my credits could transfer over (which would take care of one year of college). But later they decided that this wasn't true, that none of my credits could transfer over, and all sorts of nonsense. I was furious. One of the main reasons I had decided to go there in the first place was because they told me that they could accept all of my dual credits from high school.

And yeah, the people there mostly sucked.

The classes themselves were okay, probably the least of my worries while I was there (though I did end up dropping two of them).

I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and I hope things have improved at home. If they haven't, you do a fabulous job of masking emotional distress with humor. Probably psychologically unhealthy, but I for one applaud your efforts, if that is indeed the case.

Yeah, Loyola jacked me around academically too, with AP credits. I am convinced it was a money-making ploy, as they were (and are) in serious financial straits.

I wasn't very fond of my classes, as I didn't particularly like many people in them. Pompous academic English twats (I mean major, not nationality).

May I ask why and how these people were stalking you? Not that I blame them. You're hot.

Eh, I'm really okay now. I don't usually think about Loyola too much. It actually took some effort trying to remember all of the issues I had with the place, and I know I've forgotten some others, so I see that as a good sign. The people I'm around now in my classes are an easy-going lot. No one tries too hard to impress other people or show off in any way, not even in my painting class, which I was dreading. It turned out to be my favorite one, and it's easily the best group of people I've ever had in any class.

One of my friends at Loyola was planning on a double major in English and History. I despised her from the moment I met her, but she was extremely difficult to avoid, seeing as how we lived in the same dorm, on the same floor, and had other friends in common (who also turned out to be beasts, but this girl took the cake). When she was around, the only things we were permitted to talk about were music (what she listened to and what she wanted me to listen to) and the classes she was taking. She's just the single most horrible, judgmental person I've ever met who was also completely unaware of acting as such. We used to have "movie nights" at least once a week, which involved picking a movie out of her own collection and not mine or anyone else's. I swear to god, if I ever have to watch another version of Pride and Prejudice, I am going to go batshit insane. This also applies to anything overly cute like Garden State. I am sick to death of meeting film majors who think Garden State is the pinnacle of all cinema. I'm really not a snob. I don't think I'm better than anyone else. But I have to wonder why there are so many people just like this, just like her, who do think they're so superior as to automatically override everyone else's tastes and opinions.

As for the stalking, well that's another thing entirely. After a while I got so sick of them, that I gradually stopped returning their calls and answering the door when they came by. I even explained to them that I wanted them to stay the hell away from me, but they kept turning up in places they knew I would be, including cornering me after my classes, which was shocking the first time it happened because I didn't have any classes in common with them, and they really shouldn't have known my schedule. The worst incident came when I was trying to take a nap in my room one evening, and I heard a soft, barely audible knock on the door, which meant that at least one of my friends (the girl I was talking about earlier) was at the door. I mean, I had heard the same knock dozens of times, so there was no mistaking who it was. The lights were all off in my room, but I noticed that the door wasn't locked. She kept knocking though, and I was debating in my head whether or not to go and lock the door, but decided against it because the lock was sort of broken and always made a really loud sound whenever it was turned. So I went back to my bed and just tried to be as quiet as I possibly could. And that's when they decided to let themselves in uninvited. Being a very private person, this did not sit well with me, and I was all over their asses in a second, telling them off, while they stood there and acted like they hadn't done anything. My roommate walked in in the middle of all of this, and still my friends wouldn't leave. I can't even explain how creepy the whole ordeal was. Even my roommate, who had only heard part of the argument, told me that I should report them, and that we should start locking the door even when we're in the room. There was a time before this one where I had walked into my room and had found all of them inside, again uninvited because my roommate wasn't there. I didn't freak out that time, but I should have and just gotten it over with sooner. They were going through my things, which I hate. After the big argument, there were other times when they tried to "reach out" to me, as if they thought that they couldn't be the cause of my distress, when they were in fact my main problem.

These people just had a lot of hang-ups. We never did anything even remotely fun because they always managed to find some sort of problem with having fun. Their idea of fun maxed out at "book discussions", because anything else wasn't appropriate for college.

After I ditched those losers, I took advantage of my good fortune and made sure that everything I did after that was something they would have frowned upon.

Look at me, I wrote a book.

Interesting story, sounds like a nightmare situation.
At the moment, I should be finishing coursework, but I'm distracting myself with work avoidance activities, such as reading your long post and playing Duke Nukem - Land of the Babes.

Listening to Goatsnake and planning on working out/ reading/ working on GW later on

podcast time

This sounds like a fuckin nightmare. Although I would have just bought a new lock and installed it, regardless of the rules. If I found my friends going through my shit in MY room in college I would have disowned the fuckers in an instant. No hesitation , they'd have been fuckin' gone.

this thread has been necroed!

I guess that would make me somewhat of a Necromancer then.

yeah.

anyway im waiting for some video compressions to end while i ponder if i should take the rest of the day off.

i wanna.

The only necrophiliac is me. Don't start a war.

you live in l.a.-- why are you posting here instead of stalking charlton heston?

LIAR LIAR

Who's Charlton Heston?

I'm waisting my time posting on here while I should really just turn this off and go watch something.

Wasting my time on the internet, while listening to the Rolling Stones(12X5)

I'm in Multimedia flash design class and killing some time on SYG before I work on my webpage, and contemplating what to listen to next

thinking of female legs, clenching my teeth, breeding heavily, trying to make my cock that exploded out of my pants go back inside.

thats what I did a little while right after I made that post above.