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| I know I haven't posted anything in the longest time. Please forgive me though, I have been far too happy for this depressing realm. But now that I am home again, the sorrow has settled once more, leaving me no choice but to update those of you who may check this journal from time to time on the events, past and present, of my life. First order of business: I have decided that I should no longer be allowed to play any sort of video game ever. Although this resolution would certainly change my life in positive ways, you and I both know that I will never be able to hold myself from such entertainment. The cause for this sudden and drastic decision: my near failing out of college after just one semester. Sometimes my own stupidity is astounding. Although I am fully aware that this close catastrophe was not directly caused by video games, and it is somewhat unclear as to whether they had anything to do with it whatsoever. But knowing the kind of decisions I've made in the past, I'd say their involvement is a pretty good bet to put money on. Five dollars, at least. Second order of business: I need a boyfriend. I'm not really sure what can be said about this topic. I just feel like I'm ready. And lastly: I'm considering going into video game design as a career. Of course this seems contradictory to topic number 1, but who the hell in this world isn't contradictory? My mother, as you could probably guess, is hell-bent against this decision. If you are even to begin to understand the relationship between me and my mother, this is the root of the problem. I have questioned her dislike of the gaming world in the past, and she has told me it's because she doesn't "approve of that lifestyle." Whatever that lifestyle may be, it seems odd to me. If you have ever had the misfortune to enter and explore my house, you would know that is is literally coated with hippie paraphernalia. In other words, my mother is to open-mindedness as Hitler was to anti-semetism. So the idea of my mother not accepting or approving of the way someone would choose to live their life is completely contradictory. But as I said before, who isn't? So I will allow her this one flaw, even though it be her only one. But despite my mother's disaproval, and my own possible disownership, I feel that career choice would be something I could do well at. I'm finding more and more of late that I've inadvertently been keeping track of new game release dates, and find myself reading reviews online from time to time when I get bored. I realize however that I'm completely in the dark as to how to even begin training for such a career. I doubt if UVM has such a curriculum. On a side note, I'd like to relate a short story, the events of which you may find quite disturbing and mildly hilarious. This occured during the first week of school when Janis and I went grocery shopping at the local Hanafords. Transportation is provided free of charge to students va bus to and from the shopping plaza, and it was while we were waiting for the bus to arrive and bring us back to campus that this even took place. You see, there was also another man waiting. He was wearing a demin jacket, jeans, and a handlebar moustache upon his face. His hair was greying, if not already grey and was combed back into a pseudo-mullet; his eyes twinkled with a mixture of devilish mischief and possible inuebriation. There we were, standing at that fatefull busstop when I reached my hand down into my pocket to retrieve my cell phone. I didn't actually need to call anyone at the time, I just wanted to see whatt time it was. The man noticed my action, and decided this was his time to introduce himself. "My cell phone broke a few weeks ago," was his greeting. "Would you know by any chance how I could get it fixed?" I was momentarilly stunned at the question. Although the answer itself was simple enough, I personally prefer some sort of warning before such questions can be asked. I responded to his inquiry by advising that he take it to the store from which it was purchased, and the good people there would hopefully know what, if anything, could be done. "You see I put it through the washing machine by accident, and now none of the buttons work right," he informed me. I was again stunned. This time not by the suddeness of the statement, more by the stupidity it seemed to imply. "I don't know if it can be fixed then," I replied. "Hmmmm...." It was then that another man entered into our little exchange. This man was shorter and of some racial origin other than American, but where exactly was impossible to tell. This newcomer seemed to have gone through a similar experience as the man with the broken cell phone. Their conversation began light, slowly building up much like some classical symphony, but was soon raging with the intensity of a mob riot, which appropriately was their next choice of topics after cell phone damage/repair. They began realting incidents where they felt they had been personally victimized by the police for nothing more than simply punching a few people and maybe kicking a few others. Although I found this new topic to be intriguing, it made me a little more wary of my new friend. Both of the men seemed to have multiple stories concerning this issue, which I found to be a little more than disturbing. I began to move away from them a slowly as I could, pulling Janis along with me. It wasn't until about fifteen minutes later when the bus arrived that we were liberated from the intense grasp of that scary conversation. It was just one of those awkward situations where you realize that the man you've just been talking to about inane things is actually a very violent person. I have not seen this man since this solo incident, he is probably taking on the Burlington police force with two fists and a moustache full of attitude. I do not particullarly look forward to such a meeting, but I now remove my cell phone from my pocket only after ensuring that he is not in the immediate vicinity. | ||||||||||
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