2006: A Year in Review
I haven't written since November of 2006, which considering the new year and all was a beastly long time ago. Granted, nothing of immense significance has happened really, but I figure I can at least scrounge up something considering there is an entire year that just passed away into history, and the dawning of a brand spanking new one. I can't possibly remember every little fine detail about 2006, but I would count it overall as a successful year. So, folks, a year in review:
Well 2006 was pretty much the first year of my life. It was the year that kicked off the second semester of my senior year in high school, which is noteworthy as heck because that's when I no longer had to care about high school. I got into all the colleges I applied to, none of which were exceptionally challenging, considering my grades and the rather undeserved reputation CBA has, so I had little real work to worry about, save the AP Calculus exam. Even that didn't worry me in the least, because calculus was probably my strongest subject in all of high school. I missed having a 100 average for the year because I mistakenly dropped a negative sign (it had to do with odd exponents, which allow for a number to be negative) and lost a solitary point. Thus, my 99 on the midterm marred an otherwise perfect game in calculus, but I got over it pretty easily. Even AP English was nothing to worry about, because at that point in my life I knew oh-so-well how to work the system and cater towards english-y type people. The point is, there was nothing to worry about that semester, save maybe how many times Chris was able to destroy me in Pirates (back when my fleet was frustratingly small and impotent). I also participated in the 2006 CBA musical, Guys and Dolls, which was a major turning point in my life because, among other things, I managed to find myself a girlfriend. This, of course, would be none other than my first girlfriend (that is, my first dating-type relationship), which at the time I still considered to be rather stupid. Coming off of some four years of decidedly disowning the female gender, all of the sudden finding myself attracted to girls was just slightly odd. That particular venture didn't last long, but was at least a stepping stone in my dynamic life. The rest of the school year was easy, similar to sledding down a hill in one of those snow tubes. It required shockingly little effort, provided enough bumps to be amusing, and went slightly faster than I would have liked. Somehow I found myself graduating and commencing the longest summer vacation of my life.
Ah yes, summer vacation, two months of noooooooooooothing followed closely by allofthesuddengoingouteverysinglenightanddoinglotsoffunstuff! I remember that as the beginning of what might possibly be called a social life. I honestly don't know what I did before I all of the sudden had friends to see every single day. A monster was birthed that summer, and it looked a lot like me, except that it went to bed much later and slept in a lot longer. By this point, that monster was once again single (an exciting prospect, to be sure), and only slightly worried about the female gender. Back then I wasn't really about to go back to disregarding their existence entirely, because they counted for a pretty large part of my life. Ultimately, it turned out that I was as far from disowning them again as possible, because I wound up falling for yet another one of their numbers. This relationship, however, is still alive to this day (knock on wood), and so I find myself once again enamoured with the prospect of the existence of another, opposing species (yes, I believe that women are actually a separate species), or at least one among their number. I still can't say for certain that I'm a fan of women, but I daresay I won't go there in this increasingly verbose piece of bloggery.
When summer was over, I was left with: COLLEGE! The first semester of college was exciting for me for roughly two days. After that it was just toil, drudgery, and otherwise painful experiences, followed by classes and tests. I dragged myself through that first semester, though, and I might just be a better person because of it. On the other hand, I might not. But at least I learned how to write a for loop in C++. And that, my friends, is all that really matters, right? It was something of a journey of self discovery, which led me to a conclusion: I don't think I'm ever going to stop being really lazy, unless something really manages to hold my interest, with an iron grip capable of strangling even the largest of necks. If I could be a professional blogger, I think my life would fall into place really nicely. Alas, I don't think anyone hires bloggers yet. Maybe someday they will realize that this is my true worth and will bring me on full time, but until then I guess I can be an engineer. As a side note, I'm increasingly uncertain as to what engineers really do. Maybe I'll find out when I graduate college, unless I've already morphed into an EMAC or business major by then.
Christmas break of 2006 was pretty much the biggest relief of my whole life. I can't compare it to any other experience I've ever had. The idea of having an entire month free, with no classes or homework or tests or people to answer to, was so exciting that I did the only thing I could possibly think of doing: nothing. I spent a month doing just about nil, until my ridiculous social life kicked in at about 10 each night, dragging me along until some wee morning hour, when I got into bed and slept until 1 the next afternoon. On the one hand, I felt mega lazy, but on the other I felt like I deserved this particular joy, so I kept doing it. I spent a month doing just this, and now here I am, the day before classes start for the second semester, brooding about having to start school again.
Believe me when I say this review was by no means all inclusive. I left out a heck of a lot of details. So hecking much, in fact, that you might be able to fill 300 pages with them using Times New Roman size 8 font. And small margins. But it's okay, because anything I left out was mostly to protect the innocent (me) and even the not-so-innocent. Well, maybe not so much to protect the not-so-innocent as to not give them the satisfaction of mention in my blog, because it is mine after all, and I am by no means required to write about people that don't deserve to be here. At any rate, 2006 passed away in a blaze of glory, marked by a pretty boss New Years shindig (which I called and will continue to call a party). Here we are, all of us that remain alive on Earth, in the year 2007, rapidly hurtling towards impending doom at the hands of global warming, nuclear winter, a meteorite similar in size and magnitude to the one that destroyed the dinosaurs all those years before we humans came about as a result of the pitifully slow evolutionary process, the depletion of the ozone layer and subsequent scorching of the surface of the planet by that monster of a sun, and most of all Republicans. Right, that last bit was facetious in its entirety, as it reflects a variety of subject which I place absolutely no portion of my beliefs in.
Right now I've been completely exhausted of any useful topics, save maybe a few pondrances, two of which deal with why we use the word "sleeping" as a polite way of denoting sexual intercourse, and the widespread phenomenon of girls referring to other girls as "lovers." I, for one, am tired of the debasement of such fine words in this fine English language. I mean heck, the words "gay" and "queer" were once respectable words in their own right, but now are only two more of the many words thath describe homosexuals. I think tomorrow morning I'm going to pick a random word and attribute it to something completely unrelated. That way I can contribute in my own way to the revolution of language. Be wary, folks; one day you might use a word, and the next you'll wake up to find that it has become some kind of vulgar slang.
Well, it's the last day of vacation. There's just no avoiding it. Tomorrow it's back into the daily "grind," and it is going to be especially grindy this time around since I have 8 o'clock classes every day, except of course Fridays, when I have a glorious day off every week. Scheduling is wondrous. Which, of course, reminds me that last night was the 2007 CBA Military Ball. I didn't get to go this year, naturally, being a freshman in college, but I really think it would behoove them to allow alumni to go to these events. Too bad no one ever listens to me, and also too bad that in the event I would have been able to go, my date would have been in Massachusetts anyway, so it would be no good. I guess I'll try again next year.
On that note, and one more, I guess I'll end this. I was just musing that I would like to see Gerard Way play the Phantom of the Opera, simply because he has a vocal range that would suit the part. I'd also say, based on music video performances, that he's a pretty good actor, so all around the experience would be pretty interesting. So yeah, if anyone with the necessary means to do so is reading this, get Gerard Way into a show to play the Phantom. I would pay to see it. Peace out piggies, and may the new year bring all of your wildest dreams to fruition.
The End
Well 2006 was pretty much the first year of my life. It was the year that kicked off the second semester of my senior year in high school, which is noteworthy as heck because that's when I no longer had to care about high school. I got into all the colleges I applied to, none of which were exceptionally challenging, considering my grades and the rather undeserved reputation CBA has, so I had little real work to worry about, save the AP Calculus exam. Even that didn't worry me in the least, because calculus was probably my strongest subject in all of high school. I missed having a 100 average for the year because I mistakenly dropped a negative sign (it had to do with odd exponents, which allow for a number to be negative) and lost a solitary point. Thus, my 99 on the midterm marred an otherwise perfect game in calculus, but I got over it pretty easily. Even AP English was nothing to worry about, because at that point in my life I knew oh-so-well how to work the system and cater towards english-y type people. The point is, there was nothing to worry about that semester, save maybe how many times Chris was able to destroy me in Pirates (back when my fleet was frustratingly small and impotent). I also participated in the 2006 CBA musical, Guys and Dolls, which was a major turning point in my life because, among other things, I managed to find myself a girlfriend. This, of course, would be none other than my first girlfriend (that is, my first dating-type relationship), which at the time I still considered to be rather stupid. Coming off of some four years of decidedly disowning the female gender, all of the sudden finding myself attracted to girls was just slightly odd. That particular venture didn't last long, but was at least a stepping stone in my dynamic life. The rest of the school year was easy, similar to sledding down a hill in one of those snow tubes. It required shockingly little effort, provided enough bumps to be amusing, and went slightly faster than I would have liked. Somehow I found myself graduating and commencing the longest summer vacation of my life.
Ah yes, summer vacation, two months of noooooooooooothing followed closely by allofthesuddengoingouteverysinglenightanddoinglotsoffunstuff! I remember that as the beginning of what might possibly be called a social life. I honestly don't know what I did before I all of the sudden had friends to see every single day. A monster was birthed that summer, and it looked a lot like me, except that it went to bed much later and slept in a lot longer. By this point, that monster was once again single (an exciting prospect, to be sure), and only slightly worried about the female gender. Back then I wasn't really about to go back to disregarding their existence entirely, because they counted for a pretty large part of my life. Ultimately, it turned out that I was as far from disowning them again as possible, because I wound up falling for yet another one of their numbers. This relationship, however, is still alive to this day (knock on wood), and so I find myself once again enamoured with the prospect of the existence of another, opposing species (yes, I believe that women are actually a separate species), or at least one among their number. I still can't say for certain that I'm a fan of women, but I daresay I won't go there in this increasingly verbose piece of bloggery.
When summer was over, I was left with: COLLEGE! The first semester of college was exciting for me for roughly two days. After that it was just toil, drudgery, and otherwise painful experiences, followed by classes and tests. I dragged myself through that first semester, though, and I might just be a better person because of it. On the other hand, I might not. But at least I learned how to write a for loop in C++. And that, my friends, is all that really matters, right? It was something of a journey of self discovery, which led me to a conclusion: I don't think I'm ever going to stop being really lazy, unless something really manages to hold my interest, with an iron grip capable of strangling even the largest of necks. If I could be a professional blogger, I think my life would fall into place really nicely. Alas, I don't think anyone hires bloggers yet. Maybe someday they will realize that this is my true worth and will bring me on full time, but until then I guess I can be an engineer. As a side note, I'm increasingly uncertain as to what engineers really do. Maybe I'll find out when I graduate college, unless I've already morphed into an EMAC or business major by then.
Christmas break of 2006 was pretty much the biggest relief of my whole life. I can't compare it to any other experience I've ever had. The idea of having an entire month free, with no classes or homework or tests or people to answer to, was so exciting that I did the only thing I could possibly think of doing: nothing. I spent a month doing just about nil, until my ridiculous social life kicked in at about 10 each night, dragging me along until some wee morning hour, when I got into bed and slept until 1 the next afternoon. On the one hand, I felt mega lazy, but on the other I felt like I deserved this particular joy, so I kept doing it. I spent a month doing just this, and now here I am, the day before classes start for the second semester, brooding about having to start school again.
Believe me when I say this review was by no means all inclusive. I left out a heck of a lot of details. So hecking much, in fact, that you might be able to fill 300 pages with them using Times New Roman size 8 font. And small margins. But it's okay, because anything I left out was mostly to protect the innocent (me) and even the not-so-innocent. Well, maybe not so much to protect the not-so-innocent as to not give them the satisfaction of mention in my blog, because it is mine after all, and I am by no means required to write about people that don't deserve to be here. At any rate, 2006 passed away in a blaze of glory, marked by a pretty boss New Years shindig (which I called and will continue to call a party). Here we are, all of us that remain alive on Earth, in the year 2007, rapidly hurtling towards impending doom at the hands of global warming, nuclear winter, a meteorite similar in size and magnitude to the one that destroyed the dinosaurs all those years before we humans came about as a result of the pitifully slow evolutionary process, the depletion of the ozone layer and subsequent scorching of the surface of the planet by that monster of a sun, and most of all Republicans. Right, that last bit was facetious in its entirety, as it reflects a variety of subject which I place absolutely no portion of my beliefs in.
Right now I've been completely exhausted of any useful topics, save maybe a few pondrances, two of which deal with why we use the word "sleeping" as a polite way of denoting sexual intercourse, and the widespread phenomenon of girls referring to other girls as "lovers." I, for one, am tired of the debasement of such fine words in this fine English language. I mean heck, the words "gay" and "queer" were once respectable words in their own right, but now are only two more of the many words thath describe homosexuals. I think tomorrow morning I'm going to pick a random word and attribute it to something completely unrelated. That way I can contribute in my own way to the revolution of language. Be wary, folks; one day you might use a word, and the next you'll wake up to find that it has become some kind of vulgar slang.
Well, it's the last day of vacation. There's just no avoiding it. Tomorrow it's back into the daily "grind," and it is going to be especially grindy this time around since I have 8 o'clock classes every day, except of course Fridays, when I have a glorious day off every week. Scheduling is wondrous. Which, of course, reminds me that last night was the 2007 CBA Military Ball. I didn't get to go this year, naturally, being a freshman in college, but I really think it would behoove them to allow alumni to go to these events. Too bad no one ever listens to me, and also too bad that in the event I would have been able to go, my date would have been in Massachusetts anyway, so it would be no good. I guess I'll try again next year.
On that note, and one more, I guess I'll end this. I was just musing that I would like to see Gerard Way play the Phantom of the Opera, simply because he has a vocal range that would suit the part. I'd also say, based on music video performances, that he's a pretty good actor, so all around the experience would be pretty interesting. So yeah, if anyone with the necessary means to do so is reading this, get Gerard Way into a show to play the Phantom. I would pay to see it. Peace out piggies, and may the new year bring all of your wildest dreams to fruition.
The End
posted by The Chris at 2:59 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home