Day #1: The Journey
Today I took an adventure to Price Chopper. I was sent on a mission to recover some milk for general consumption (as our stock of milk had run dry a few hours earlier). So I beebopped on over to the store and got some milk. The end.
What's the lesson here? Well, there isn't one. But I did realize one thing: I shop with a purpose. There are few times when I walk determinedly to places. I usually like to just chill out and take my time going from point A to point B. But when I switch into shopping mode, I become a machine bent on completing the mission with which I was tasked. So it was today; I walked from the front of the store to the refrigerated section (mind you, this is Price Chopper, so the whole store is 27 below zero (measured in degrees Fahrenheit); the refrigerated section is somewhere around 42 Kelvin, if you can fathom that awesomely cold temperature) on turbo mode, scooped up three gallons of milk and placed them in the cart, and practically swooped back to the checkout line. What does all this say about me as a person? I don't know, but if I handled school work with the tenacity I show towards shopping, I would be unsurpassed as a student. Maybe I should look into getting a job as a professional shopper. Heck, if I worked for a celebrity I could make some good money while buying fiendishly expensive stuff. Then people might think I was a celebrity, and I could be in a movie and become a celebrity and do my own shopping for free. Next time I see a shopping internship available, I'll be sure to take it.
I suddenly remember that this blog is a lot better than the Myspace one. Since the cancellation of my Myspace account last night, I have despaired over the seeming end of my blogging career. But did I give up? No, and here I am back on blogger, the former host of my masterpiece, "I Am the Anomaly." But those days are over, and that blog is long gone from the realms of cyberspace, only to be replaced by this one. This blog is no trifling piece; no, this is the blog of a college student. I have matured far beyond what I once was as a high school student. Perhaps you have noted the more Spartan (I've always wanted to use that word like that) look of my blog. In prior posting experiences, I opted for a very flashy, aesthetically pleasing template, but I've since become more simplistic, and what I have now is about as basic as a blog can get.
Just in case anyone is wondering, I don't plan on titling every post with "Day #x:" and then a clever title. I figure that's just a one time deal, because usually I can't think of a clever title anyway and wind up just putting something stupid. Today I just happened to take something of a journey, and this is the first post ever on this new blog, so it deserved to be recognized in this fashion.
I really don't know what else to say. College is a disappointing experience. If you can picture this, it's pretty much just like high school, except the work is more plentiful and makes less sense, the grading policies are absurd, and the classes are exponentially larger. Granted, I went to a small school, so maybe there were lectures of epic sizes in some high schools, but I never experienced it myself. Further, I have no (literally, zero) friends this year, because all of my friends go to different schools. This means that every day is a miserable journey to and from classes with no real hope of anything exciting ever happening, nothing fun to look forward to, and no one to talk to. A fine experience, indeed. I always thought that people who said high school is the best four years of life just never went to college; no, it seems they were just right. I'm sure not having a good time at college. I've only been there two weeks and I can't wait until the four years is up. In all honesty, I never wanted to rush high school graduation. Life is such a disappointment, let me tell you.
I think that's about all I have to say right now. And by that I mean I can't even think of anything to say in closing. I'm just completely at a loss for words. This rather sucks.
The End
What's the lesson here? Well, there isn't one. But I did realize one thing: I shop with a purpose. There are few times when I walk determinedly to places. I usually like to just chill out and take my time going from point A to point B. But when I switch into shopping mode, I become a machine bent on completing the mission with which I was tasked. So it was today; I walked from the front of the store to the refrigerated section (mind you, this is Price Chopper, so the whole store is 27 below zero (measured in degrees Fahrenheit); the refrigerated section is somewhere around 42 Kelvin, if you can fathom that awesomely cold temperature) on turbo mode, scooped up three gallons of milk and placed them in the cart, and practically swooped back to the checkout line. What does all this say about me as a person? I don't know, but if I handled school work with the tenacity I show towards shopping, I would be unsurpassed as a student. Maybe I should look into getting a job as a professional shopper. Heck, if I worked for a celebrity I could make some good money while buying fiendishly expensive stuff. Then people might think I was a celebrity, and I could be in a movie and become a celebrity and do my own shopping for free. Next time I see a shopping internship available, I'll be sure to take it.
I suddenly remember that this blog is a lot better than the Myspace one. Since the cancellation of my Myspace account last night, I have despaired over the seeming end of my blogging career. But did I give up? No, and here I am back on blogger, the former host of my masterpiece, "I Am the Anomaly." But those days are over, and that blog is long gone from the realms of cyberspace, only to be replaced by this one. This blog is no trifling piece; no, this is the blog of a college student. I have matured far beyond what I once was as a high school student. Perhaps you have noted the more Spartan (I've always wanted to use that word like that) look of my blog. In prior posting experiences, I opted for a very flashy, aesthetically pleasing template, but I've since become more simplistic, and what I have now is about as basic as a blog can get.
Just in case anyone is wondering, I don't plan on titling every post with "Day #x:" and then a clever title. I figure that's just a one time deal, because usually I can't think of a clever title anyway and wind up just putting something stupid. Today I just happened to take something of a journey, and this is the first post ever on this new blog, so it deserved to be recognized in this fashion.
I really don't know what else to say. College is a disappointing experience. If you can picture this, it's pretty much just like high school, except the work is more plentiful and makes less sense, the grading policies are absurd, and the classes are exponentially larger. Granted, I went to a small school, so maybe there were lectures of epic sizes in some high schools, but I never experienced it myself. Further, I have no (literally, zero) friends this year, because all of my friends go to different schools. This means that every day is a miserable journey to and from classes with no real hope of anything exciting ever happening, nothing fun to look forward to, and no one to talk to. A fine experience, indeed. I always thought that people who said high school is the best four years of life just never went to college; no, it seems they were just right. I'm sure not having a good time at college. I've only been there two weeks and I can't wait until the four years is up. In all honesty, I never wanted to rush high school graduation. Life is such a disappointment, let me tell you.
I think that's about all I have to say right now. And by that I mean I can't even think of anything to say in closing. I'm just completely at a loss for words. This rather sucks.
The End
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