Hell Month revisited.
I have come to the conclusion that my life never really gets any better or any worse. Its just that it keeps getting more ridiculous on both extremes.
I have been having re-occuring dreams lately that all deal with me being a revolutionary of some kind. I have always felt this desire. I dont know. I have always sided with the under-dog. I have always felt the urge to start fires. Not arson mind you, that was a metaphor. This simply isnt a good time to have this kind of personality. Our generation is far too apathetic. No significant revolution will start in the near future. No one cares. I was born 35 years too late. I am a chronological mishap. A mistake.
On a brighter note, my car sucks. This is old news. The low coolant light stays on. I went to turn on my interior lights one day and the switch went right through into the dash. My power outlet doesnt work. My radio changes stations randomly. The first two settings of my fan dont work so now i am left with just "off" and "high". The newest and most flambouyant failure thusfar began on the way back from thanksgiving which i mentioned in a previous blog. My dim lights decided to go into early retirement and now they have somehow talked my brights into doing the same. I examined the loosely organized engine bay today and found that the problem is being caused by the fact that my battery is dripping acid onto a cluster of wires and has eaten a whole through them. This explains all the warning lights which i have come to ignore because my car cries wolf more than an indian at the zoo. The most recent manifestation of this was a series of seemingly unrelated warning lights and gauge malfunctions on my dash that made it seem like my car was either getting into the christmas spirit or making an attempt at disco that rivaled all of the worst parts of the late 70s.
On top of all of this, my bike has also taken ill as the seat-post clamp now has a tendency to become loose at any moment. The effect of this is a horrid noise when i ride in the standing position. This noise can be silenced by sitting on the seat however this results a frightening vibration and wobble that gives the illusion that i somehow have Parkinsons Diesease that is limited to my ass.
As of earlier today i am done with physics or "the physics" as it is called by my first generation asian-american professor who has about as much of a grasp on the english language as she does on what barbeque is. The highlight of the semester by far was when she showed up to class one day and had a stick. No one knows why she had a stick. Then she hit herself in the face with it.
I have been having re-occuring dreams lately that all deal with me being a revolutionary of some kind. I have always felt this desire. I dont know. I have always sided with the under-dog. I have always felt the urge to start fires. Not arson mind you, that was a metaphor. This simply isnt a good time to have this kind of personality. Our generation is far too apathetic. No significant revolution will start in the near future. No one cares. I was born 35 years too late. I am a chronological mishap. A mistake.
On a brighter note, my car sucks. This is old news. The low coolant light stays on. I went to turn on my interior lights one day and the switch went right through into the dash. My power outlet doesnt work. My radio changes stations randomly. The first two settings of my fan dont work so now i am left with just "off" and "high". The newest and most flambouyant failure thusfar began on the way back from thanksgiving which i mentioned in a previous blog. My dim lights decided to go into early retirement and now they have somehow talked my brights into doing the same. I examined the loosely organized engine bay today and found that the problem is being caused by the fact that my battery is dripping acid onto a cluster of wires and has eaten a whole through them. This explains all the warning lights which i have come to ignore because my car cries wolf more than an indian at the zoo. The most recent manifestation of this was a series of seemingly unrelated warning lights and gauge malfunctions on my dash that made it seem like my car was either getting into the christmas spirit or making an attempt at disco that rivaled all of the worst parts of the late 70s.
On top of all of this, my bike has also taken ill as the seat-post clamp now has a tendency to become loose at any moment. The effect of this is a horrid noise when i ride in the standing position. This noise can be silenced by sitting on the seat however this results a frightening vibration and wobble that gives the illusion that i somehow have Parkinsons Diesease that is limited to my ass.
As of earlier today i am done with physics or "the physics" as it is called by my first generation asian-american professor who has about as much of a grasp on the english language as she does on what barbeque is. The highlight of the semester by far was when she showed up to class one day and had a stick. No one knows why she had a stick. Then she hit herself in the face with it.
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