Scooters, Vacation, Fall

"Scooters", "vacation", and "fall" were the suggested labels for this post.

Right now I'm sitting in Fairgrounds Coffee. Two tables over a man in his 60's is showing a woman and her daughter some poorly photoshopped pictures of the daughter's face and torso. I think maybe the man is the daughter's plastic surgeon. I hope that he re-crafts her nose with better perspective than is shown in the picture. Actually, I guess it'd be cooler if her nose contradicted all that we know about physics. He can't make it look much worse than it does now.

I've got a ton of shit to do before school's over. Here's a sample of a conversation I had with one of my slacker Comm 395 group members earlier:

Stupid Dude: "Dude, I just took the biggest dump EVER. It was probably like this long (stretches stubby arms to full extension) and this thick (makes circle with sausage fingers)."
Me: "Oh, good. Since you're not full of shit anymore maybe you can start doing some work on this project."

Lately I've been kind of on edge. Things to do before May 5th:

Take my car to the shop to get oil changed
Finish Documentary
Write 20 page script
Write 35 page treatment
5 Page Comm Analysis Paper
Comm Analysis Final Exam
Screenwriting Final Exam
Game Design/Creation Project
Live Sound Performance Project
Buy Shirt for Wedding

College is just a big lie. I refuse to get stressed about it, though. This may not be a healthy attitude toward school, but I feel like none of this is real. No matter what happens in these next three weeks, four weeks from now I will be in the Virgin Islands drinking pina collodas and playing Pokemon Platinum on Nintendo DS. That is reality. Maybe instead of doing my homework I'll write a book of poems. LOL JK poems are weak shit. I'd rather author the little jokes they put on the value brand popsicle sticks. No offense, Maya Angelou. You're still reppin' hard. But bitches like Emily Dickinson are giving you guys a bad name.

It's the day after Easter and as I think about Jesus I wonder if he ever had to deal with stupid fucking group projects. I know he had to make the ultimate sacrifice and he died for our sins and stuff, but did he ever have to work with a bunch of idiots on an assignment that counted as 30% of his grade? At least Jesus knew he had a legit purpose on Earth. Right now the only thing I know for sure is that I'm going to drink some MAD pina colladas in a few weeks.

Okay. I guess I'm going to go back to working on my Sound Design script. Thanks for letting me vent, blog.