My education has been coming up a lot recently. Before today my plan was to get my GED, work on getting credit hours, then college hop until I could get into a coding college. This has the benefit of getting my degrees early in life so that I can do what I want with the rest of it, without being bogged down by never having even finished school. The downside here is that I have to dive directly into college level work having never done anything above 3rd grade. This has been coming up in my mind more and more as I try and go to sleep lately.
My future - what little of it there actually is - is something I have to be very careful with. I have extremely limited resources, a very limited intellect, and no social skills at all. I think that if I went to college today, right now, that I wouldn't be able to understand a single thing they were talking about until I got into a history class - and even then, I'm pretty limited. Kinda pathetic, right? Well, that's why I was going to do the prep courses for my GED, go through it all and get my GED, and then ease into college and ask questions frequently. That's one of the few smart things I can say I've ever decided to do.

Well, shit happens. Shit happens, and then it changes your plans. I'm not going to college, at least not yet. I'm going to take my GED test, get a job, and fucking move. I've lived with my parents for 18 years, and the last 6 months have been worse than the previous 17 and a half years. I haven't even been 18 for 6 months yet. It doesn't help I'm now costing my parents an extra $600 a month to live here - social security stops coming on dependents when they reach 18. For $600 a month, I could live with a buddy of mine and one of his friends in a 3 bedroom house, and cover my share of the bills. And plus, I wouldn't have step in piles of animal dung, 'mystery liquid' on the kitchen floor that my mother always says is water, and the toilet wouldn't always be backed up.
Sure, I'd be leaving the only house I've ever actually lived in to a city I don't think I've ever been to. But I don't give a fuck. Who do I know that lives here that can't contact me over there? Who do I know that lives here that would be so severely inconvenienced with my moving over there they'd never visit? 'Cause, y'know, I totally get visitors anyway. Nobody. My sister lives in Macon. She wants to move, knows how to drive, and has a phone. My parents live here - like, literally, here. They both can drive and both have phones. My uncle lives here, partly. He drives all the time to out of the way places, and also has a phone. Everybody else? They know me from the Internet.
The people I'm concerned about losing contact with until I can get my Internet hooked up to my computer will have my phone number, one of which will be able to call me any time of day or night and, provided I actually hear it/wake up, I'll answer. The only good thing about living here is I don't pay rent. Which will be solved anyway when I buy a Goddamned house.

In short: Fuck my education. Fuck schoolwork. Fuck an early job in coding. I'm fucking moving.

I think you know the rest of that little rhyme. It has nothing to do with this post, I just like the rhyme.


...Gah, fuck, I just went through my webcomics trying to think of something to type and have completely lost whatever train of thought I might've been catching up on. So I'll just post random BS.

Beat Fallout 1. Arguing with my computer about installing the 2nd one. So far, the Fallout series rocks as hard as the hype.

And um. I haven't played World of Warcraft in two weeks... that's probly a bad thing, the last thing I told my guild before I logged was that my allergies were murderous. I wouldn't be surprised, honestly, if they dumped me.

Woorrkking towards TF2. Buddy of mine said that he needs someone to help him test his maps, then told me it was only 20$. For something I haven't even demoed yet to burn myself out on, that's a pretty damn good price, especially given my love of team-based games, and shooters. He said he should have a trial code come the next patch he can give me so that I can try it out.

Shit, I dunno what else. I beat Company of Heroes' expansion's campaigns. The 1st one, not the new Tales of Valor.

I still need a major computer upgrade.

I'm still alive, I suppose.

I still need beer.

Fuck all if I know, nothing's that interesting that I can remember.

YES THAT'S THE BEST I CAN DO AFTER A MONTH. My creativity, or lack thereof, has been established already. I suck, I know. Moving on.

I've made some new discoveries in the alcohol department. Icehouse beer, which is exceedingly cheap, fucks my stomach up like you wouldn't believe. The day after Christmas I spent most of the day in the bathroom and barely ate anything - no, I wasn't puking again. It felt like my stomach was going to explode, though, and there were several times when I was playing on my computer that the pain was so crippling I had to stop playing and lay down to try and alleviate it. It didn't work as well as I'd hoped, but it was better than nothing. Icehouse will now be avoided as much as possible.
Tencane Rum - I'm not 100% sure that's how it's spelled, but that's how it's pronounced - is pretty good. I mean, it's still bitter like liquor, but it's amazingly smooth, and it tastes better than Crown Royal to boot. My brother - the person who bought all of the alcohol Christmas Eve night, which I happily consumed whatever he'd give - said that it wasn't cheap, either, but he figured that Christmas would be the event to buy it for.

My 360 is still sitting beside my TV begging for me to break down and actually update Internet Explorer so I can tell Microsoft to fix it. I'm about to break down and do that, too, since I need to update my computer and all my anti-virus/firewall programs anyway. Here's hoping the 10 minutes I'm using IE doesn't explode my computer.

Yeah, so, apparently even down here we have idiots who think that music is fast music and screaming into a microphone. Homegrown, which is a Sunday night event on the local classic rock radio station that plays local rock music, started off Sunday decently, with a distinct lack of hard music at first but otherwise okay, but within about 15 minutes one of those 'songs' came on. I survived about 2 minutes of it before I had to swap over to my CD player and listen to George Carlin for the rest of the night. I missed the House of Hair, though, Dee Snider's Sunday night broadcast of classic metal music. I'm sure he'd understand if he knew what was playing before.
I'm not that much of a sycophant, I just really like having two or three hours of solid metal to alleviate the horror of the constant Eagles songs. I like them just fine, but every half hour is way too much, to say nothing of the Led Zeppelin songs they play.

So, Wrath of the Lich King launched in, like, November. About 5 days after launch I had a level 80 Death Knight. If I had've had a DVD-ROM drive I would've had Wrath installed a day and a half earlier, and if my brain hadn't shut down from the power leveling I could've shaved another half a day, easy, off that time. I believe I would've been the first 80 Death Knight and first 80 Forsaken character on my realm had that've happened, but I'm proud to have been in the top 5 of the Death Knights. The really bad thing is that now I don't really want to level anybody. My Death Knight's Unholy, and she took the pet ghoul talent, which means I'm now sick of leveling melee, pet and plate classes. Which leaves me my Holy Priest, my Mage and my Alliance characters. I played Sims 2 today, by the way.

My 'Christmas haul' wasn't particularly impressive compared to most, but I'm happy with what I got. A new wallet, which I can definitely use since my old one was a birthday present for my 12th birthday and was old when I got it, a shirt that was too small, a, now thoroughly devoured, 1 pound bag of beef jerky, a, now thoroughly entered, 2 month game card for World of Warcraft, a not too small shirt, two stuffed squirrels, - one large grey one, and one small brown one that chitters when you push it's stomach - a stuffed octopus that I was told looked like Cthulhu, - honestly, they all kinda look like him - twenty-five bucks, - and two dollars to go along with them! I kid, I kid - and, the best present of all, a 10 pair pack of socks. Yes, socks. Don't criticize me, do you know how badly I've needed socks the last three months? If I had a box, I would put the socks in the box and then rock it. And you know what that means? That my jokes suck, that's what.

The curse of blindness is taking me. I can feel my eyesight slipping from my sockets... soon, I shall know nothing but darkness, for sure...
Dramatics aside, my eyesight -is- getting worse. I really hate bringing it up, but it's starting to become extremely noticeable that I need new glasses. My old ones still work, - they still correct my vision somewhat - but they're not doing the job they used to. Not that I ever use them, of course, because I'm too much of a dumbass to remember that I can't see for shit without them. Thus, half the time you'll see me squinting at stuff to try and get used to the blur. It's gotten so bad that I have to squint to see the TV from about 10 feet away decently, if that far. Road signs as I ride in the car are getting harder to read - I watch speed limits and current speed constantly, and have several times been called upon to try and find a road - and it's starting to bother me. Reading on my computer and reading books are still a non-issue, thank God, but I need to do something about it when I start driving. Blurred vision doesn't just fuck up reading, it screws with your depth perception too. Around the house I'm fine, - except, I have really big feet that are too big for 9 1/2's and too small for 10's, so the size 10's I wear are constantly kicking things - since I know where everything is in correlation to everything else, but roads don't follow the same rules as houses. Stationary things are frowned upon - illegal, actually, in most cases - and depth perception is a must. So, yeah. Need to work on that.


I feel like I should explain the title a bit, since not everybody - y'know, 'cause people actually read this thing - knows the feelings that Southerners have for snow. We fear it. Plain and simple, snow down here is a sign of the apocalypse. Last time it snowed in Macon, the toilet paper aisles in all the super markets were a war zone, and the dairy sections weren't much better. Hell, most of us don't even like rain - funny, if you think about it, since we get hurricanes constantly that dump bucket loads of water on us all the time. Fortunately, snow is very rare down here. Snow has stuck to the ground twice in my entire life in Macon, once when I was about 1, and the second time when I was around 9 or 10. The second time my brother went outside, made a snowball and tossed it into my lap as I sat watching TV on Saturday. I stared at it like one might stare into a pitch black room. As he came back through the living room, he grabbed it and tossed it into the bathroom sink. I asked him what it was, and he just kept walking. Later that day, of course, I went outside to about an inch of snow - just enough to make snowman. Which we did. There's a picture, somewhere, of my brother and me standing beside a snowman - the only real snowman I've ever even seen in reality. It was demolished a short time later.