Twitter is sort of my new blog, anyway. It's easier than having to log in and ramble when I can post bite-sized rambles whenever I want. Plus, my no-doubt diminishing fanbase coupled with my no-doubt diminishing writing ability is sort of a one-two punch to my motivation.
This is my sixth (or seventh?) week at FGCU. The first two weeks were very good. The food was good. The classes were good. The people were good. Slowly but surely, things went downhill. I think it's partly because every student at FGCU is a clone of Wes Diaz and Chase Wade. I can't talk to anyone unless the words "beer, drunk, high, police, boobs, or Tapout" are an integral part of the conversation. It's insane. People are running up and down the hallway, banging on doors at 1 in the AM. And the funniest thing (to me, at least) is that no one is awake before noon on weekends. NO ONE. FGCU is a Ghost Town before noon. I guess no one has jobs, or they're all sleeping off hangovers, or both.
Joey Earle called my videos stupid. Well, for your information, William, I'm going to try my hand at film production next semester, and I thought I'd get my feet wet with some computer animation, if that's fine with you. Punk. You want a funny video? Here's "Aquagize".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyVlSfbXVXc
Or, better yet, here's the famous (or infamous) Ponce de Leon video that sent Jack and I to the Regional History Fair in Mr. McGarry's class. We lost to Canterbury and their ridiculous budget.
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=24003058
Hm. What else is happening? I'm sort of in a funk because all my friends are gone. I went to watch a Panther's game by myself at Beef O'Brady's. I was overwhelmingly lonesome (and the Panthers getting clobbered didn't help), so I printed out pictures of Joey, Patrick, Katie, and Dan's head and glued them to the chairs so I had someone to talk to. Later, I gelt really stupid because I couldn't finish my curly fries.
My days are filled with class and sleep now, with a little Andy Francis and Kaita Tinkoff on the weekend. I should be happy, and I was, but now I'm just bored. I'm no longer intellecutally stimulated by Kasenow every day (once a week via email, if I'm lucky), I am no longer able to make fun of Mr. Mayer behind his back with Dan, Liah, and Kaita. I no longer play the baritone sax in band, and that sucks.
Eh, looking back, I guess I'm being negative. I just miss you guys.
Do you ever stop to think about the origin of some of the most basic, fundamental foundations that our existance is based upon? No, I'm not talking about protozoa or evolution. I'm talking about something bigger and not soul-damning (technically...).
Gold.
Do you know why the American economy was the initial lodestone of our economy? Because it's valuable. Do you know why it's valuable? Because we said so. Gold doesn't have some magical property that renders it superior to other chemical elements. It's just pretty. I think this was the first case of "pretty=valuable". And now look where we are. People like Kim Kardashian and Ben Affleck are famous just because they're attractive. Also, if you tell me Ben Affleck is an actor, I will come to your house and kick your legs. That's not acting.
See you on Twitter!
-J
