[Edit] Here's your mention, Elan, ya crazy supportive bastard.
So it's been a few weeks! How has everyone been? Having a good summer? Great! Fuck Off!
Anyway, I figure now's as good a time as any to make my Junior Year Retrospective, so here goes:
The year started off fine. I, for the most part, liked my teachers, and I was dating, but y'all already know about that. It went downhill after that. September 24th: My backpack and wallet are stolen, leaving me without my precious work and $15 poorer. Did I mention that my CD player, headphones and graphing calculator were stolen? WELL THEY FUCKING WERE. That was the first of many academic setbacks. At about this time, I was getting into AC/DC and I think I had a really bad cough, "forcing" me to miss school and fall farther behind. Special note: October 17th marks the day when I wrote my most famous article. You know what I'm talking about. Well let's see what happens in November... Ah yes, "W" wins, and I get dumped in the same day. Joy upon joy. Using my "depression" as an excuse to get out of more work, I fall farther still behind. This date marks the beginnings of my misogynism. When December rolled around, I was steeped in my online adventures in World of Warcraft. Also, my short-lived but well-recieved comic "In a Perfect World" debuts in December. Vacation in Washington, where I build foundations for what I thought at the time would be nice relationships. Ooooh boy, what a fool I was. Oh yeah, January, the Month of Threats, so called because of all the hate I received from the 10/17 article. February, Month of Death, so called because of the tsunami. Boy that was funny. Also in February, I was fooled by John in my ridiculous and ill-conceived quest for female companionship. Thanks a lot John, you fucker. I hope you never know love. Think it's been awhile since I fucked myself over in school? Me too. In late February I was assigned my infamous history paper, and decided not to do any preliminary research, citing my invigorating trip to Amsterdam and Rome. March, the Month of the Colossal Burger... Well I don't need to get into details on that. March also the month in which my depression begins to set in. April, the Month of Long Updates and the Move, was also the month where I learned that those so-called Washington relationships were folly, as the bitch cock-slut parents out there deemed me "ideologically harmful" Their loss, I guess. Fuck 'em. Special April shout-out to Charlie the straightedge moron and The Soft Parade tribute band. April was the month where I probably fucked myself over most in school, with all the cutting and what-not. On comes the magical Month of May and the One Update. Self-Explanatory. Probably a heavy woman-hating month, since May marked what would have been my year anniversary. Then the birthday month came. A High-Water Mark for misogyny and depression. I believe I played 2 shows in June. They kicked ass. Didn't hand in my final projects in 2 classes, and I didn't fucking care. Also, college is for squares, I'd like you to know. July was the Month of "Hey I didn't spend a lot of time in the city". Washington was ok. They are jerks there. August blah blah blah blah.
Anyway, Junior was a year of musical enlightenment and un-precedented self-discovery. But more than just discovering myself, I discovered a lot about other people, or people in general. I fucking hate them. Most people I have come into contact with have been so boring, predictable or stupid it's a great wonder as to how they still have any friends at all. And now, as I sit here, at 5 in the Morning on August 24th, I'm still lonely, angry and generally ill-tempered. However, if there's one positive thing I can say about the year, it's that I've grown very satisfied with myself and my situation. I am angry, and I am lonely, but by god does it beat the alternative. I would hate to be stuck in some dead-end relationship with someone who it would be very complex and arduous to break up with or domineered by a some kind of bitch. I have seen the top of the mountain, and I have taken a shit on it and hiked my ass back down. Of course, I can't let this little conclusion be so completely saturated with relationship and women ideas, so I'll move on now. Ah... Uh... Um... I guess everything else is just fine. I have no complaints, and I've grown to appreciate what friends I have. I have no regrets.
So yeah.
