Here Comes October

It took 19 years, but thank Sweet Jesus that the Tigers finally made it to the playoffs. August might have been rough, but it's worth it. Seeing those guys celebrate in the locker room was such a great feeling, and I'm excited as all hell for them to wrap up the division.

Well, that was pretty much it for the good news. The pathetic Packers crushed the even more pathetic Lions, and honestly, I'm wondering if we'll ever get a win with such a lousy secondary. I mean, those guys are terrible.

And if John L. Smith isn't fired by the end of this season, that'll be a miracle in itself. Saturday night's game against Notre Dame was probably was one of the worst football games I've ever seen, at least from MSU's view. Any other fan would call it a classic, coming back from 17 down to score 19 unanswered. I know I was shocked, as were every one of the fans that the cameras laughed at.

Anyway, this week ought to be fun--not. It'll just be another week in which I pretty much struggle to get to the next day. But oddly enough, that's the way I like it, I don't like doing things 7, 6, 2 days in advance. I'll do it 5 hours before the damn thing is due, and that's just the way it's going to stay. I should probably get ready for class.

It's Never Been This Bad

I really don't know if it's just September, or school, or just the general way things have been going, but life has sucked an awful lot lately.

First off, school just keeps getting worse. The really terrible part of it all is that I know what I need to know to get a job after I graduate, and the things that I'm learning don't apply. So of course my interest in class has taken a hit, which leads to poor study habits and even poorer grades. So far I've been able to steer clear of that last one, but it's only a matter of time. I can honestly say that the past month here has been about as bad as it's ever been. I just want to graduate and get the hell out of East Lansing and Michigan.

Second, the weather has been downright crummy. It's been cold, rainy, and just bitter. It seems to match the moods of most students though, so I guess it's alright. I'm still hoping for those cool autumn days, the ones where you can walk on campus in a comfortable jacket and your favorite pair of jeans and just breathe in that fresh air without having to hunker down and avoid the cutting winds.

And finally, what happened to my friends? I mean, I know I only had a few to begin with, but I haven't talked to anyone. The better way to put it is that no one has talked to me. Every so often I think about going on Facebook and deleting all the would be "friends," the ones that I've messaged just to say hi but haven't even heard from. Or even the ones that I've never met but only added me because I look like someone they know, or I found their wallet, or because we have a lot of the same "friends" in common. Ridiculous. All I know is that the only friends I need are the ones that have been by my side, not the ones who I hang out with a few times and say, "We're going to have a blast hanging out in the future." There is no future, stop with the lies. It's all just a reminder of those middle school and high school yearbooks: "K.I.T., Let's hang out over the summer, You better give me a call!" Bullshit.

If I could snap my fingers and go to any place in time, it'd be May 2008. I'm ready to get out of here and move on.

I Hate Clowns

Now, I've been fortunate enough to experience/be witness to some strange, funny things. Take for instance, the story I'm about to tell. Honestly, it'd be funnier if I were able to tell it aloud, just because I have a way with words. What? I really do. Anyway, onto the story.

This actually happened a few weeks ago, but I won't be forgetting it anytime soon. You see, I was driving back from work, down I-275 South, in usual rush hour traffic. There's a part of I-275 where the left two lanes split off and go to I-96 East, and there are always those ass-hats that merge back onto I-275 at the last second. I became a victim on this day.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a car start edging over. I knew the driver wanted to get over, but there was no way, seeing as how I was taking up the space he wanted. Apparently this was not an issue, and the car kept moving closer.

Next comes the part where I lay on the horn and look over to the driver, just to give him that "Hey buddy, our side view mirrors are getting pretty intimate, care to back off?" look. So I turn my head to look over at him, and what do I see?

A CLOWN! A FRIGGIN' CLOWN! And all he/she/it does it look back at me with its stupid mouth agape in happiness/silly horror. It backs off, and I continue on my way, swearing to myself for the next two or three minutes.

In the end, what really pissed me off was the fact that this clown was driving a Buick Rendezvous. I mean, where's the novelty in that? If I see 8 clowns come out of that car instead of an old Beetle, that's not funny! That's just economical! And as far as I'm concerned, clowns are not economical. I really do hate clowns.

Man, School Sucks

Seriously, it's taken me nearly two weeks to really, really, truely realize this fact. Besides the amazing boredom surrounding all of my classes, nothing else is new, really just the same old.

I still feel out of place walking around campus, riding the bus to class, sitting in a desk and taking notes (or drawing, depending on how bored I've gotten). I still haven't started my full schedule, and this week will be the easiest week I've ever had at Michigan State. No class on Monday, nothing doing on Tuesday, 4 classes on Wednesday, no lab tomorrow, and 2 more classes on Friday. I better enjoy this free time while I can, because before I know it, I'll be spending more than enough time in the Engineering Building- that I'm not looking forward to.

I'm getting back to working out on a regular basis, and I'm definitely starting to feel better, both mentally and physically. There's something about running that just helps me clear my head. Plus, God knows there's enough motivation (wink wink) around here to pick up the pace and sprint like an idiot that doesn't know his body is about to die on him.