He's Like A Detuned Radio

Never go to Detroit with the sole intention of going to White Castle. You will get pulled over 100% of the time. Also, if you are brown, you will get pulled over 100% of the time. These are things that I didn't know but everyone here does. They were quite surprised that I thought that "Going to White Castle" was an acceptable reason to be crossing the border. By the way, neither is "I want to see Detroit". They're too smart for that since there's nothing to see in Detroit.

With reading week coming up, it's unfortunate that you know, I'm actually going to have to pick up a book for the first time. The week after I get back will consist of 3 mid-terms (in 2 days), 4 problem sets/lab reports, 1 essay and a final meeting with our consulting team for our fourth year project. It'll be a wonderful week. The motivation for this semester still hasn't arrived and I'm not sure where it went. Last semester, I worked as hard as ever and was rewarded with my best semester yet. This time around, I've got nothing. The driving force of the promise of good marks means nothing and I'm loathe to blame this on the feeling of this being the last semester. I choose to blame a lackluster set of classes that hold no interest. Plus classes with 70 other people just ain't my cup of tea. I've become accustomed to the personal attention of having environmental/civil classes of 25 of us. On the plus side, 3rd year Mechanicals are stupid and are dragging down the class average

I wonder if anyone would be willing to hire an engineering student, one credit short of his degree this fall. I should probably drop some resumes off this week at local firms. Or maybe I'll find myself working at Food Basics again or maybe I could be lucky enough to be selling Chamillionaire CDs to thugged-out kids at the Town Centre. Now that would be fun.

I'm really starting to dig The Raconteurs. I'm not sure why.

Please go to 2:37 of this clip for "the greatest moment in the history of music videos." Thanks to the 100 awesome videos on Pitchfork for this.

100 awesome music videos via Pitchfork. There are some goodies on this list everything from O.D.B to MBV.

Sorry about that, My Bloody Valentine. I couldn't find anything to rhyme with. If I didn't have a midterm tomorrow, I'd definitely waste my day on this. Or on their newly installed search engine. I know now what ten albums they rated as 0.0 or how many other albums were rated as bad as Make Believe.

I don't see myself getting as excited about graduating as others have/will. Last weekend was convocation and graduates were walking around campus getting pictures taken, taking one last look at the previous four years (minimum!) of their lives. I've said it in the past that I have little to no interest in attending my own which is now scheduled for a year from now. I'd be quite content having my diploma mailed to me or if it were possible, which it isn't, getting my iron ring done the same way. I don't want the pomp, I don't want the celebration.

It's not an accomplishment. It was never a goal of mine to graduate; rather it was something that had to be done along the lines of waking up in the morning. My goals always revolved around something else, something far from the logic, science and math that engineering is. I just wanted life's simple things, being a good friend, being in a happy and healthy relationship, not being an asshole to people. Maybe it stems from the giftedness; a university degree came with the package so it was never something to proud of. It always seemed more challenging to work on the social skills that we lacked.

Although, I wouldn't be too quick to dismiss the fact that being released from purgatory isn't worth a celebration. I've paid for my Woburn sins and it's time to go home.

Tales of the past two days including Peter and James Go To White Castle featuring a special guest appearance with the US Border Patrol will be coming shortly.

In a deep deep sleep of the innocent
I am born again

It's become a struggle to find the words this past week. School has been a drain and I'm still not caught up from the missed week. Only one midterm before reading week is a good thing for now. The thought of having three midterms and a report due the week after isn't. I'm not sure how that's not going to put a damper on that week off.

I'm going to have cereal tomorrow morning for the first time in over two years. I went out today and bought soy milk and some Tony's Turbos (are they even good?) and I'll enjoy them tomorrow. We're taking back the cereal bowls from those non-lactose-loving-fascists of my body. WHOOOO!!!!

Free time and cryptic messages lead me on a road to trouble. On the other hand, it might not be the best idea to be talking to me when drunk/hungover. My brain likes to take large liberties with the truth.

I somehow deleted about half of my MSN contacts yesterday while trying to clean up my hotmail address book. It was a total disaster, so if you've read this, just message me at anytime so I can re-add you. This never would have happened if hotmail would have let me export my hotmail contacts.

My Current Background


Idiot, slow down
slow down

I didn't recognize myself when I looked in the mirror today in the bathroom on the train. I looked older, much older. Beaten down and lacking in any sort of meaningful spark. I read Hey Nostradamus! on the ride back. Probably not the best choice after all the had happened in the past ten days. But it's all I had. I like Coupland's writing style and much like my musical tastes, I can't articulate why that is.

I've been lucky in my life so far. All of my grandparents are still alive and reasonably healthy for their age. I can count the number of funerals that I've been to on one hand.

I'm going to inquire tomorrow into the possibility of meeting with a university shrink to try and keep me from falling into a deeper funk than I'm already in. It's 3 weeks into the semester and I haven't done a thing and midterms are just starting to creep into sight. Honestly, MSN or this or the phone just isn't the same as true interaction.

This just isn't the way things were supposed to be.