Second day of college,

still no money. Going to run to WaMu in about forty minutes to find out if I can set my PIN number on my card even before I've received the one they are slow to send me in the mail. If not, fuck 'em, I'll kill them all.

To tell you more about college... Astronomy was cool. No learning yet, but I think I will find it very interesting. When he said, "I've only got about two minutes left..." I found myself thinking, "Wow! That's it? That was two hours of hell? Felt like ten!" The teacher is cool, really cool considering that the HTML instructor makes me wanna pound my brains out. He came in and didn't even know what class this one, assumed it was some different one, until this girl from Kenya told him this is 137 and not 105. He was baffled. He spent about half of the hour I was in there talking about San Diego's Mexican history and how California fell under the control of the US, etc. The other half an hour was spent explaining how Notepad wont let you save .htm files so you should use Notepad+ instead. Luckily, I got to leave early since it was so terribly boring.

Greg told me yesterday, in reference to college, "It's not so bad, it's the wait [in between classes] that sucks." He's right. I had two hours to blow in between my classes. Two hours. I didn't think it would suck until I realized that I was hungry, thirsty, and I was craving a cigarette for the first time since I quit. After asking four people in a row for a cigarette, and each one saying, "Sorry man, this is/gave away my last one," I realized that asking people for cigarettes on campus is like asking a five hundred pound person to mow the lawn. It's just not gonna happen.

I got so bored I drove down the street to Fry's so I could play with their Macs. Holy crap, the new iPods that are just one big touch screen are incredible. They're just about eighteen thousand times cooler than the ones with the scroll wheels. Very nice. I'll also never understand how LCD screens for PCs can be the absolute suck and Mac ones can look as clear as my three thousand pound Trinitron, but I guess that can be qualified as one of the mysteries of the universe. (That's another thing, the HTML professor actually said in reply to a woman who said she doesn't own a computer, "Oh, thank god, owning no computer is better than owning a Mac." and spent a combined fifteen minutes crying foul of Apple. Even when I was very anti-Apple, I was never that bad. Very misinformed, he was).

After Fry's I managed to hunt down enough change in my car to buy a Mountain Dew for $1.25. That extra twenty-five cents makes me feel raped whenever I buy a soda out of a machine. Then I sat there, drinking it, trying not to look like I wanted to blow my brains out.

Looking at all the people walking by made me feel a lot more attractive and intelligent. I don't know how San Diego could attract the most unattractive hordes of youth, but it's possible and true. I was hoping for some hot chicks to oogle but, no, not a single cute chick. They either have that, "I suck ten thousand dicks a night after a beer for fun" look, which is pretty nasty, or the "I would suck ten thousand dicks, but I'm too busy fucking them for money" look, which is pretty nasty as well. The guys are just as bad. The ones who are not so geeky they can't stop drooling on themselves are well built and tan, but they walk around with this brainless look on their faces, sizing everything up like it's a piece of meat. The surfer/skater looking guys are the only attractive people because they look like they have better things to be doing than humping some random bitch or making fun of someone.

The sad thing is, even the "dark" people, the emo and goths, look like that. Usually I expect to spot at least one really cute goth/emo chick a day, but not this time. The few goth/emo people I spotted either had that drooling look or the sucking dick look. To say it was very disappointing would be a severe understatement. At least it makes me feel better about myself, right? (Everyone who knows me and thinks me unattractive is trying to stop their mind from boggling over how someone could be more unattractive than me).

My astronomy teacher did say something I had to laugh at in relation to Mars and Earth, but it seems to apply to a lot of things; "It's a periodic thing, sometimes we get close and sometimes we pull away."