Life's Miscellaneous Et Ceteras

High School Poetry, Part 1

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:14:44 GMT

So in the twelth grade we had to write some poems for a contest... and at this point in my high school education, I had already stopped giving shit about pretty much anything having to do with school (I had already gotten into UT, etc).

I was cleaning out some crap on my computer the other day and I came across some of these poems. Here is the first one, called "Pat the Fat Cat". Enjoy!

Pat the Fat Cat

So there once was a fat cat named Pat,
And this fat cat named Pat had a hat.
His hat was bright orange and yellow,
This fat cat was one strange fellow.
He liked to run and play and frolic,
Too bad his owner was an alcoholic.

His owner had a lot to drink one day,
What happened next is hard to say.
He opened the door, got in his car,
However, he had not gone very far
When the car ran over something fat,
Something like a cat named Pat.

He got out to examine his pet
And thought, ‘Oh snap… to the vet!’
But dear old Pat was fine,
He didn’t need CPR this time.
Pat the fat cat was no longer fat,
If fact, he was actually quite flat.

He didn’t roll around much any more,
But now he can fit under the door.
So if you see Flat Pat the cat,
With his flat orange and yellow hat,
Say, ‘Yo whatup you ugly flat cat,
You’d make a nice front door mat.'

-Brandon Valosek, 2005

Pretty ridiculous. I was (was?) so stupid back then...

Stay tuned for more selections from the Poetic Writings of Brandon.

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A Lonely, Lonely Universe

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 01:35:11 GMT

Depressingly impossible thought of the week:

We assume that every human we see around us-- our friends, family, kids, adults-- experience the same sort of self awareness and sense of existence as we do. In other words, for all 6 billion people on the planet, there's a soul in the driver's seat for each and every one of them.

And most of us also assume belief in some supreme being or beings, so even when all else fails... you at least know there's something out there bigger than you imposing some sort of reason on your existence.

But what if, in actuality, your awareness is the one and only in the entire universe? Meaning everyone else you see isn't a complex and rich personality, but rather is an empty shell that just coincidentally happens to exhibit behaviors that would seem to suggest a soul.

This is not unlike saying the entire universe as you perceive it is nothing more than a lengthy dream, only more life-like than anything else you've experienced simply because you haven't "woken up" yet. This isn't entirely unimaginable because everyone has had a dream of waking up thinking a dream was over, only to wake up again-- realizing you were having a dream within a dream.

Another way to state this idea is to say that your interaction with external events is isolated-- everyone else exists not in the same sense that you do, but rather just in the sense that your perception of the universe imposes their existence.

Could this really be the way things are? Is the universe completely populated by soulless caricatures of intelligence, and you're the only one single awareness that exists and will ever exist?

I really hope not, or it would be one lonely, lonely universe.

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16-Bit Nostalgia

Sun, 3 Aug 2008 23:51:48 GMT

It was sometime during the youthful and care-free years of elementary school that my parents bought my sister and me a Sega Genesis. The system also came with Sonic 2... which might be one the best video games ever made... as I'm pretty sure that the hours of jumping and spinning a little blue hedgehog changed my life forever.

Even as much as hearing the shitty FM synth music on YouTube brings back memories... I also have played and beaten almost¹ every Sonic game on the Genesis. When the time of the old 16-bit system came and went, I even downloaded an emulator on my PC and replayed most of the games (or at least my favorite parts). More recently, I played them on my phone with a Smartphone-based Genesis emulator. Interesting how it took dedicated hardware back in elementary school to do now what can be done in software real-time on my phone...

Anyway... I regressed into my childish pastimes of playing console video games and recently purchased a Nintendo DS. First of all... I was amazed at how advanced 7th generation handheld systems are; the DS can pump out 3D graphics comparable to the Nintendo 64 and comes with onboard Wi-Fi... both for ad-hoc gaming with a friend close by or over the Internet to play with people all over the world. Badass.

One of the games I bought was Sonic Adventure Rush... one of the most recent additions to the Sonic franchise. I had high hopes and high expectations; the format was similar to the Genesis games... run as fast-as-hell to the right of the screen, pickup rings, and don't die.

I was happy to see that the new additions Sonic had seen since my first exposure to the series 10 years ago didn't take away from the game and render it an unfamiliar generic platform game-- it was the exact opposite actually. The new game on DS is faster and crazier than its little brother on Genesis... but it retains the same spirit.

There's enough in common with the old game to make me feel like I'm back in the prepubescent and innocent years of elementary school... and that's probably why I love playing it. It provides a small amount of escapism from the quickly-approaching "real life" that is less than a year away. I'm just glad that at 21 years old, jumping off of springs and collecting golden rings still has the ability to entertain me for a while.

Now if you will excuse me... I'm going to go play some Sonic on my DS.

¹Sonic, Sonic 2, Sonic 3, Sonic 3 & Knucles, Sonic Spinball, and Sonic 3D Blast. And though I never owned a Sega CD (who did??)... I played through Sonic CD on an emulator.

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Perspective

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:30:10 GMT

It seems, at times, that I might have an extraordinarily limited perspective of the universe. Considering for a moment the magnitude of shit that exists out there that we will never experience (and could never even imagine experiencing), it seems to dwarf the infinitesimal sliver of existence for which I am an observer.

For example, imagine a perspective where a lifetime is measured not in tens of years, but in billions of years, and traversing across galaxies is as easy as going from city to city for us. You could see the life cycles of stars, the formation of new planets, life, evolution... and truly appreciate the vastness of the universe. We, on the other hand, exist for such a vanishingly small amount of time on such a small little chunk of the universe.

It's also limiting that we are experiencing time in a one-dimensional, collapsed manner. The past is continually fleeing from us and the future is nebulous... but that could easily just be our perception.

It's like we're stuck on a train, with only a rear window, traveling at a constant speed forever. We can always look back and see from where we came, but we have no idea how the track turns up ahead, or even if it will be running for much longer. How ignorant must we look to an observer who can see the track in its entirety? To something not bound by our limited perception of time, its idea of the universe would be quite different than ours.

But maybe it's good that we suffer this "limited perspective" of ours. When you're only around for less than a century, the only appreciable wonder we can experience in the universe is each other. The Earth, the stars, space, and time are not going to give a damn about what you or I do with the rest of our lives, but the people around us will.

Friends will come and go, love, hate, death... all complex and powerful forces that we, in our limited perspective, can nearly get a hold of and experience them as they change and evolve throughout our lives. Could somebody who can skip around galaxies on a whim really appreciate something as delicate and fragile as love?

So maybe we don't have that limited of a perspective after all? Maybe the most impressive things to witness in the universe are the relationships and emotions we experience with others happening right here on this frail little blue marble spinning around one lonely little star...

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Be Good At What You Do

Fri, 4 Jul 2008 06:01:35 GMT

I'm of the opinion that regardless of your job, you should at least put forth some modicum of effort in fulfilling your duties. Every job is important... from being a janitor to a CEO of a Fortune 500 company; obviously certain jobs are more glamorous and desirable... but that's beside the point.

The thing is, there's no excuse for doing your job poorly... but especially if you have an easy ass job. For instance:

The movie ticket-taker person: An exhaustingly simple job, free from any real stress save standing around for hours at a time. Take the tickets, tear the stub, and say "left" or "right" to direct the movie-going patrons to their respective theaters. Can't really mess that up right? Wrong. The other day, I went to go see Wanted with Anita... and our ticket taker SUCKED. Not only did he not greet us (kindly or otherwise), he struggled to tear the tickets (slowly)... and then left it to our own deductive abilities to determine which side of the theater to go to. It was rough.

Another popular variant is the fast-food cashier that not only rings your order up incorrectly, but then seems upset when they have to get the manager's authorization to rectify their mistake. The best is when you ask for extra ranch sauce and they act like it's the most arduous task ever... sauntering over two feet to the "sauce rack" (or whatever) and laboriously selecting the requested flavor packets before disdainfully slamming them down on your tray.

"Will that be all?" they ask. Yes. That is all. THANKS.

Reading over this post... it sure seems like a bitter bitch fest... so sorry about that. It's also my first post in over two weeks (whoops). But happy Independence Day for us Americans! Woohoo!

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Reflections on a Dying Jeep

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 23:57:17 GMT

Recently I was gifted a new car (1997 Nissan Pathfinder) by my step-mom's family to replace my ever-faithful 1996 Jeep Cherokee Sport. The Jeep was my first car and a perfect first car at that; it was nice enough to stay running (most of the time) and shitty enough not to have to constantly worry about every little bump and scrape (and quicksand trap...).

It also had 4-wheel-drive (courtesy of the rock-solid NP231 transfer case) and a beefy straight-6 motor... which lent itself not only to really bad gas mileage and frequent fill-ups, but also to a respectable amount of torque and offroading abilities. I also could burn anybody off the starting line... until about the 35-40 MPH mark. And when shifting into the all-balls, crawl-licious 2.72:1 low range, the entire Jeep would lurch from the drive shafts slamming into gear and rob the planet of just a little bit of angular momentum... reminding me of what a powerful force I wielded. And who could forget nerdgasmic addition of a manual shifting circuit I built by hacking the shift-control computer.

Needless to say... I had a badass time with that piece. From offroading in remote forests in Rockwall and Rowlett, to throwing mud around and doing pointless donuts in random fields... to just driving all over the damn place in it... I loved it.

Unfortunetly, I think the end of it's glory days is in site. There's really no reason to have two cars in college, especially when the Pathfinder is in MUCH better condition than the Jeep: The Jeep's brakes are all but dead, there's a loud leak from a crack in the exhaust manifold, the rear differential leaks sometimes, the AC compressor seizes when the car isn't moving, the tint is molting off the windows, and there are tons of bumps, scratches, and broken shit on both the inside and out. There's even a gaping wound with wires and connectors grotesquely visible where a stereo ought to be.

I never realized what a piece of junk it was until I drove it for the first time in about a month the other day. The first thing I noticed was that it felt so much more powerful than the Pathfinder... a small price to pay for better gas mileage I suppose. It also felt like it was about to fall apart... it was so loud, creaking, rattling, and old feeling. I loved it though... and felt a sense of betrayal when I reached for the shifter and missed... having become accustomed to where everything was in the Pathfinder.

It felt like the last time I would ever drive it...

I took the long route around town to where I was going, and peeled out whenever I had a chance. Using the manual shifter, I would floor it at green lights and let the familiar sensation of acceleration and a couple hundred horses wash over me. Do I really have to sell it?

I've always had a strong attachment to this jeep... maybe just because it was my first car and all. There's just a lot of good memories with that beast, and it will hard to let go. Of course, the cool $K-spot or so will be nice though.

I feel like I'll act like the concerned dog breeder selling puppies: ensuring that the new owner will love and cherish it just as I did. I don't want this to be some old granny's shuttle to happy-hour bingo and senior-citizen movie nights; I want it to go to somebody that will let the true spirit of the Jeep out where it belongs... in the dirt, in the mud... and in the wild.

So I guess this is goodbye for you and me, Jeep... we had a good run together. I hope that where you're going, you can spend your last years doing what you love to do best; I only hope your new owner can give you things you could only dream of when you were with me. Maybe that lift kit we would always talk about... the after-market exhaust... a new windshield even?

Don't think the Pathfinder is replacing you-- no car could do that... especially a Nissan. There will always be a bright-blue Cherokee-sized hole in my heart that no other vehicle could fill. It's been great.

So drive on Jeep... and don't look back.

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Why I Don't Update

Mon, 9 Jun 2008 00:22:49 GMT

So, it's been a while since the last update... but I'm refusing to let this blog die the slow and quiet death my blogs of the past have seen. Today, however, I think I realized exactly what has caused all of my previous sites in general to vanish into the dark nothingness of the Internet... and why I haven't updated in a while.

Basically, the life of a college kid is in constant flux; every 4 months, you have a brand new set of classes, a completely new schedule, and new professors. Or it may even be summer and you're either back at home, working at an internship, doing summer school... or maybe just lounging around for 3 months being a bitch.

Point is... each discontinuity on the life v. time graph has very little sympathy for old developed habits and the like... so things that I had gotten into a good groove for (blogging in this case) tend to fall by the wayside. Since my day-to-day schedule is so different than it was during the school year, my internal cron service needs a revamping. But, now that I've settled in at work, it's time to reinstate all the mundane and miscellaneous minutia I love to saturate my life with.

It makes me wonder how long I will have this site, and this blog. This current incarnation of the site specifically is relatively new (PHP/MySQL), but I have blog entries I imported from an old live journal (circa 2005), as well as the previous brandonvalosek.com site.

Will I be writing about my kid's first words some day? Or maybe how the Drrty Boiz are still rocking out at age 80... giving arthritis the finger and playing at our local retirement home... who knows? But for now, expect updates to return to their regularly scheduled frequency.

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Corporate Culture

Wed, 28 May 2008 00:39:15 GMT

Today marked the beginning of my return to the closest thing I have to a real adult life: a corporate job (internship) at Dell. Among the constant tom-foolery and jack-assery of college life, there's really not much during they day that resembles what life will really be like after I graduate and become a big 'ol grown-up... besides paying bills I guess.

But this summer and last, I had a chance to see what life might be like working a typical 40-hour-a-week corporate job for a big company. It's all there: the daily commute in shit traffic, the infamous cube farms, the meetings, and all the bureaucracy and processes you would expect to see in a Fortune 20 company with over 90,000 employees worldwide.

Corporate culture is funny to me, though. Everyone seems to have this personality they put on when interacting at the office-- almost like this faux casual way of talking, but in such a way as to not offend anyone or say something too non-PC.

There's also the semi-awkward closeness you can develop with people you work with on a daily basis. You interact with these people every day... maybe even go out to eat lunch with them and joke around some... but in reality... you aren't even remotely close to them. Though you might spend more time with them during the week than some friends, you don't have even the slightest idea as to what type of music they like, what their hobbies are... their dreams, hopes, fears.

From this sort of distance that you can put yourself from your co-workers coupled with the need to work well together to be an effective team, a very weird relationship is formed. Your team is basically a bastardized family unit; everyone has his own role, status, and importance while their "real" lives back home are immaterial.

At the office, everyone is expected to do their job without outside factors effect them. Regardless of background, emotional situations, family, race, gender... anything... the second you swipe your badge and step into the building you become An Employee, with all the accrued emotional and personal baggage you carry veiled behind the business-casual attire and 5' 10" cubical walls.

This isn't to say you can't have real relationship with people at work, or that you can't ever get to know people and develop good friends at the office... it's more of just a reflection of the general type of interactions I've noticed. If you never got to know anybody on a personal level... I'm sure work would seem like an emotionless hell-hole.

And who would want to work at a place like that?

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SEO Rapper

Mon, 26 May 2008 21:46:22 GMT

So a friend of mine sent me a link to a video of a guy that calls himself The Poetic Prophet (AKA The SEO Rapper) rapping about good site design practices and SEO optimization. This guy is pretty ridiculous... and he has some more videos on his YouTube profile as well if you want to check them out. Here's the video:

Pretty damned funny, I think. In other news, I start working for Dell tomorrow. I'm looking forward to having (at least temporarily, before Fall tuition is due) a positive derivative to my $/time graph.

I'll be working in the enterprise product group on a new family of servers with the board team, as well as doing some work for the firmware guys. My manager also mentioned that they need somebody to port an aging MS Access database to a MySQL/PHP solution, and since I've learned quite a bit about that stuff from doing this site, it would make a great side project.

I'm also very much looking forward to getting into a routine again... the next few weeks are crucial for getting my fat ass into a workout and running schedule. I'm hoping I can run 4-5 times a week and work out least twice, but hopefully three times.

One last thing-- today I basically just wasted away my life with Derek in what was a quintessential summer day: woke up lazily at about 1 PM, then proceeded to make sandwiches, then read some out in the sun followed by a swim spot, and then Randall's for some grosh. We made some questionably-shitty frozen pizzas dinner, and then in a bit we're going to be making some Rice Krispies treats.

Does it get any better than that?

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An Infinite Universe

Thu, 22 May 2008 22:53:02 GMT

Infinity is a pretty weird concept, to be honest. You can't really have an infinite amount of anything (at least anything that's real). Pi has an infinite number of shit digits after it, but math is an entirely man-made abstract concept... so that doesn't count.

But maybe the entire universe itself is infinite? It might seem so... with our lonely little asses whirling around one of a hundred billion stars in our galaxy... which in turn is just one of 125 billion or so galaxies we think are in the universe. And when the number of stars is something with more than 20 zeros after it, it seems like it might as well be an infinite universe out there.

But even unimaginably huge is nowhere near infinity. An infinite universe is one that either extends forever in time or in space-- or both. But what-ever-the-hell exactly does that mean?

An Infinite Amount of Space

A universe with an infinite amount of space in it seems like it wouldn't really be that big of a deal. But exactly what would take up all that space? Lots and lots and lots of shit to be sure. Anything and everything imaginable would be taking up that space. Just like in the infinite series of digits in pi you can find any arbitrary long sequence of numbers any arbitrary amount of time, you could come up with any imaginable physical entity (a person, a planet, a galaxy) and eventually, somewhere in the universe, it would exist.

In fact, if the universe were truly infinite in space, then somewhere there is somebody almost exactly like me on a planet almost exactly like Earth probably writing some shit blog entry like I am now. Within an infinite space, eventually at some point, all possible physical configurations would exist.

Another similar view is one of the many theories behind the nature of quantum mechanics: the many-worlds interpretation.

Typical Quantum Bullshit

If you know even a little about quantum theory, you know a) it is some counter-intuitively mind-boggling crap, and b) an outcome to any quantum experiment is not deterministic; rather there is some distribution of probability for various outcomes occurring. Although good 'ol Einstein disagreed when he said "God does not play dice", the countless experiments seem to refute this idea.

The many-worlds interpretation basically states that instead of the quantum wave function of a system (that random probability of outcomes) collapsing into a single state when we measure it, there are actually universes where every possible outcome exist. In other words... for every possible quantum state of every system, there exists a separate universe with that outcome.

For the classic Schrödinger's cat example, the cat does not exist in the superposition of being both alive and dead, but there are at least two universes: one in which the cat is alive, and one in which the cat is dead.

In this sense, there could be an infinite number of universes... all with different outcomes to various quantum events. Imagine-- every decision you've ever made in your life... there would be an entirely separate universe in which you chose something differently.

All in theory of course.

Whatever

So is the universe infinite? No clue. But if it is, then there are certainly some very weird consequences about the nature of our reality. Who knows, maybe there are an infinite number of you in alternate universes... living out every possible life you could live.

Or maybe it's all just bullshit.

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Hang'n in The Big Easy

Mon, 19 May 2008 21:38:48 GMT

So this has been the longest gap in updates since I started regularly posting again... whoops.

Summer is here! This has been the main cause of my lack of enthusiasm for updating; I've been too busy having nothing to do and enjoying the shit out of my free time before works starts up at Dell to sit and try to come up with something to write about.

Also, Nicolle makes a great point-- without the oppressively dismal and unforgivingly constant pressure of tests, homework, and projects, there's very little reason to partake in typical procrastination activities like blogging. I somehow managed to survive the semester... although my increasingly desperate blog entries might have seemed to indicate that I was heading towards an eminate academic crash and burn.

I'm spending the next 6 days or so in New Orleans... hanging with the aforementioned cutie pie at Tulane University. Besides hitting up Bourbon St. and exercising my newly-aquired legal status, I'm hoping to get into my running routine (some) and hit up the gym if she's able to sneak me in. And though I might have too high of expectations for my lazy ass, I want to get back into photography, so I brought my camera and we'll see if anything magical will happen.

I realize this is nothing more than a filler entry-- but eventually I will write about some more interesting stuff when I have a chance this week. Topics that are floating around in my head include everything from my embarrassing inability to say letters correctly when spelling out loud, to waxing philosophical on my ideas about free will... or maybe just more of the typical horseshit I usually churn out.

Stay tuned.

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Prelude To Summer

Thu, 8 May 2008 12:40:55 GMT

If today is any indication of what the days of summer are going to be like, I'm in for a real treat. Walking out of my apartment this morning at 11:30, the weather was 80 degrees and sunny, with a light breeze.

To wrap it all up, the new bar in West Campus, Cuatros, was playing some very chill summer music... and then (in the most cliché way imaginable) two midriff-bearing and very cute girls run by listening to their iPods. It was like the beginning scene to some shitty summer movie... where an impossibly high number of interesting things happen in sync along the main character's path for 5 minutes while nothing important occurs so the movie can have the intro credits roll.

Of course, this picturesque scene was rudely interrupted by my own annoyingly acute awareness that I have two finals left to take before I can even remotely pretend it's really summer. The jarring context switch that was falling out of my day-dreaming state was the mental equivalent of getting sucker-punched in the dick.

Anyway... I've got a final in 1.33333333 hours and I'm camped out in an abandoned classroom getting in some last-minute cram time whilst longingly looking out the window at the multi-million-dollar Gregory pool complex. Time to get back to studying...

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Rejoining Humanity

Wed, 7 May 2008 05:36:21 GMT

As this semester is (finally) drawing to a close, I'm anxiously awaiting to rejoin the ranks of humanity any day now. I've developed the bad habit lately of completely and utterly thowing any resemblence of a regular biological cycle out the window... and it's definitely caught up to me.

My sleep schedule will slosh around throughout the week... stretching inevitably towards an unbelievably out-of-phase cycle that might more closely resemble somebody's day in China than it would a person's in Austin. Even for a college engineering student, the last glowing digits I see from my alarm clock as I finally get to sleep mockingly remind me how screwed up my circadian rhythms are.

I also eat like shit the majority of the time... and I feel this is largely due to my impressively unpredictable schedule. When you get hungry at 5:30 AM, 90% of the time you'll end up eating something that exchanges nutritional value for taste and/or ease of preparation. Some days, I'll realize rather indifferently that I haven't eaten anything all day, and then proceed to superficially satiate my hunger with some less-than-healthy meal, or half-assedly eat a small snack only to perpetuate my permafucked eating schedule for a few more hours.

My regularly scheduled workout routine from last semester has all been for not... as my infrequent and irregular visits to the gym serve only to unabashedly remind me that I am a fatass.

Yes... I have a shit ton of work to do. Yes, this is the most work I've ever had to do for school... ever. But there really isn't any real reason as to why everything in my life has to been so shitty.

Regardless of the reason, I can only hope that the summer will bring change. Working a 9-to-5 will help regulate my sleep schedule, and unless I want to emerge at the end of August as a fat, pale, all-too-true-to-an-engineer's-stereotype BITCH... then my fat ass will get in gear at the gym and the pool. With nothing to do besides work, I have no excuse to stand idle and let my life continue to be a chaotic mess of tangled biological absurdities.

The summer (and change) cannot come soon enough.

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And Then There Were...

Mon, 5 May 2008 02:31:00 GMT

Gearing up for finals, I knew I had four.

Four three-hour slots that would be spent hating my life and wishing I had learned more during the semester, as well as hours and hours of studying and cramming at the last minute... times four. Four finals sounds pretty bad.

My VHDL design class has a policy for exempting the final... but I just narrowly missed the requirements. My test average had to be a B or above (check), I had to be making a B or above in the class with all 3 tests averaged in (check), and had to make a B or better on all the tests (whoops... damn you test #2).

So I played the numbers game of making an Excel spreadsheet that let me plug in numbers for my final to see what my semester grade would be. With my average being what it was, and the final only counting 25%, I would make a B in the class if I made anywhere between a 68 and a 100. GREAT.

Anybody in college has experienced the phenomenon of selectively throttling their effort on the final. Basically... the probability of the last test raising your grade a letter should entirely determine the amount of effort you should put into studying. The situation in my VHDL class is a perfect example... when a C on the final will get me the same final grade as a perfect score would... why study my ass off?

I was continuing to dick around in Excel when I got an email from the professor revising the final exemption policy... and it was like music to my ears.

"You are eligible to skip finals if test average is 80 and no more than one test less than 80%."

SWEET.

And then there were three.

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Red Bull Gives Me Wings!

Sat, 3 May 2008 01:20:52 GMT

Unlike the care free celebrations, exciting festivities, and home-room parties of elementary school, the end of the semester in college only brings a suffocatingly large amount of work followed by an relentless battery of exams.

My status? Well, with ¾ of a Red Bull making its way through my guts, I'm continuing to charge ahead into the uncharted territories of compiler code generation and processor pipelining simulation (2 of my 3 final projects).

For the last few days, all I have been able to see has been a sea of C-code, expanding before me like a vast and endless ocean of line after line of absolutely unintelligible shit like:

int GetPointerSize (SYMBOL s)
{
    /* 
        let's hope none of these are null... 
        or we are completely FUCKED 
    */
    return s->datatype->datatype->datatype->size;
}

It's so hard to even care at this point... with the enticing allure of care-free summer days creeping into my mind, the last week of school seems to be waging a losing battle for my attention.

However, if given a small enough time frame, almost anything can have the appearance of being important. Right now, these projects are consuming my life, and are soon to be followed by four mind-blowingly difficult finals, but 5 years down the line... how much will all of this really matter?

Nevertheless, I've got shit to do.

And now that I've finished the Red Bull, it's time to wrap up this post. If Red Bull really gave me wings, I'd fly away from my computer to an island where the only trees are things that grow out of the ground and the only risk for storage leaks comes from old rusty containers.

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