Green Mug

Thursday October 13, 2005 - 2:21PM EDT

I wake up this morning full of pip and vinegar. Raring to go. Carp Diem and all that shit. Just downright jolly. Why? My bed is empty, my job is mind numbing and I have not prospects or even the slightest glimmer of hope to change any of that. But for whatever sinister reason this is how I felt when I woke up.

Fast foward to now, at work, I still feel the same. Although walking in the door made it take a small hit. Not much though, this place isn't bad just boring. Full of pip and vinegar, raring to go, carp diem. That shit is going to give me a heart attack because I ain't got shit to do except worry about not having shit to do. I hope this crap is amusing you because it's not amusing me. At least my sore throat is almost gone.

I just can't sit here. I have to many wicked awesome projects to work on.

I wish they would change the education system. I absolutely hated school. All of it. With the exception of a few classes. I hated school and the way they did things. Tests, grades, homework, rigidity. I hated that shit. I dreaded going to class everyday because I knew it was going to be more of the same shit. You know what I particularly hated when I was real little. Sitting through lessons about things for days when I had already learned the stuff in like the first hour. That shit was annoying. Like writting. I taught myself cursive writting in 2 hours by myself one day at home. Then having to go through those freaking writting lessons throughout 1st - 4th grade was annoying as hell. I was like, dude, I know this shit already lets move on. I also remeber someone telling me I couldn't read in pre-k. I was flabberghasted when they told me that. I remeber reading this little book about an orange and a giant. And my teacher and mom were like "your not really reading yet." I wanted to say "the hell I ain't." I don't think they recognized that I could read until months later. Or even the next year. It was funny sometimes being a little kid who was smart and always finished things before everyone else. What happened though is that I got progressively more bored and began to pay less and less attention in class until like 8th grade when I just tuned out completely and never went back. My mind would just wander while in class. I was never disruptive but I was rarely focused on what was going on in class. It was funny in math class though, because I never paid attention so I did bad. But like the 4 times that I did pay attention I always got like the highest grades on tests. One week i'd get like the lowest grade then the next I'd get a perfect paper. I hated school. I think I've talked about this before. Aw hell I'm repeating myself again. Fuck. I hated school.

Email from a recruiter I stay in contact with just came in. 5 month contract, 38/hr, but in Wilmington. I don't know if that is enough money to make me go there. Gas will be at least $100 a week. To go that far I want more than that. Now I'm just tired. Maybe I should just work one more month then try and start that web hosting thing. That is the best idea I have.