Is this thing on?

Just making sure the old blog is still operational. It took me long enough just to come up with a title for this post. I don't know if it was surfing facebook and learning that I have been invited to my ten year *gasp* high school reunion, or what, but I decided to give my blog another look. Scanning through the archives took only a few milliseconds before realizing that I was (and am) rather mundane. The only real difference between me back when I started writing in this blog and now, is that now I have real job problems about which to complain. I mean I could go on and on about all the constant annoyances at my job, but who wants to be put through that torture test? Well, that and the deterioration of my writing skills. I was a much funnier writer before 99% of the sentences I typed started with 'take one tablet by mouth'.

Speaking of ten year reunions: what's the point? I believe that if you are one of those 'high school was the best years of my life' people, there is something seriously wrong with you. I'll spare you the list of reasons why high school should not be the best years of your life. I think facebook has pretty much obliterated the need for reunions. You can reconnect with all the losers you used to hang out with online! You can even see how fat they've gotten over the years (thanks, facebook tagging feature!). You can profile stalk all the cool, attractive people you never got to hang out with in real life! So, unless you want to actually physically hook up with someone who may or may not have seen your backne (bacne?) [I'm referring to back acne, for those who can't keep up] during prom night 10 years ago, facebook has pretty much done the job for any reunionizing. You can list your profession, where you live, post pictures of your inbred cats, post relationship status, and even 'pinterest' your agonizingly boring wicker furniture fetish. So what is there to talk about at a reunion? 'Gee, your facebook photos made you look a lot fatter/skinnier than you are in person'. 'I think your bacne has actually gotten worse since prom. Are you using astringent?'.

I suppose you could try to ferret out some facebook padding. 'Resource management for a non-profit huh? Didn't you ring me up at Wal-Mart last week?' That's why I post my job as 'CEO of nothing' (not really). I'm betting that most of the people who come to the reunion will be the people who post every last (ir)relevant thing about their lives, so you can forget about all those nary a post mysterious facbookers who might have added a quarter-hour of enjoyment to the gala.  Needless to say, I am not going to my reunion, and maybe it's because I'm no longer blessed by a youthful metabolism (read: I can't eat whatever I want anymore), and because that chick from my class who got on that one Fox Network reality show totally isn't going to show up either. But mostly it's because high school was the best four years of my life spent just passing through, never to return.

Procras

So, in Latin, pro cras means "for tomorrow". So procrastination is essentially for-tomorrow...ination. I am very good at this for-tomorrow mentality. In fact, if I could be awarded an honorary degree in the field, it would totally be a doctorate. (But what kind of loser gets an honorary bachelor's or master's degree, anyway?) But I digress.

My point was, well, I didn't really have one. If you read between the lines, you can assume that I am writing in this here blog because I am avoiding doing something else much more pertinent. Mainly I am a little bit miffed that I have been forced to take yet another composition class. I fancy myself a quite competent writer, not to mention that I took a butt-load (literally, I measured it once) of writing intensive classes in my previous undergrad, and I took IB english in high school. So I'm pretty well convinced that my main weaknesses in the field are overly-claused sentences, and a tendency toward too much brevity (in formal papers). So you can imagine that, sitting through three hours of learning about the usages of commas, and then having a peer-editing session in which one of my peers misunderstood my usage of the term one (as in 'one cannot be sure of their fate) and then later asked if Queen Victoria was "French", is quite demoralizing. My teacher took sample sentences from students' proposal papers for us to correct as a group. It took several minutes of silence (sans my participation) and collective brow knitting before anyone could point out the subject/verb disagreement that was practically stabbing me in the eyeballs. "Vaccinations is important to public health" that's not verbatim, but come on. Is this even college?

If nothing else, this stupid class has inspired me to try and get published on mcsweeneys again. If there's a snottier, more elitist high-brow comedy web page, I know it not. One can count on that.

"Who IS one????"

Kneading

Oh blog, I'm so sorry. After skimming the archives of this thing to find a video (at which I was unsuccessful, no less) I decided that it's not half bad. Sure, there are a few misplaced apostrophes, wrong spellings, and other assorted carelessly edited what-have-yous, but other than that, my blog is pretty inoffensive, half-way engaging reading. But maybe I decided that only after reading the part about all my online dating. All one month of it. Jeez, what did I do to deserve such a short stint in the whole online mess? Must have been payback for my sufferings as a musician.

Speaking of musicianship, I am quite awful at it. Work and school, the same two old excuses everyone uses. I'm the kind of person who has to finish one task before moving on to the next. Starting pharmacy tech school means finishing pharmacy tech school, and finishing pharmacy tech school means no time for practicing or being in groups. I haven't even begun to think about where I might audition, should I choose to pursue a graduate degree in music in the near future. Being 0 for 3 on previous tries hasn't exactly warmed me to the process either. So here I am, busting my ass for barely above minimum wage at a retail pharmacy (where they've assured me I'll be able to re-interview for a technician position [hello, I'm already doing everything a technician does] any time now), and (virtually) busting my ass for a (probably) pointless degree at a school that's kind of a joke (an expensive one).

Anyway, I couldn't find the video I was looking for in my blog archives because I forgot the song title. A little lyrics googling led me to the name, "Mad World". Look for it the archives. I haven't yet, but I know it's there. FYI it's the Gary Jules version, so don't get all tears for fears defensive on me, covers need love too.