I kinda like how my brain works during the times in which I blog regularly.

For instance, today in my Com 265 class, instead of zoning out and thinking about pointless irrelevant junk, I thought about pointless irrelevant junk I can scribe online that people will read and (sort of) laugh at.

Speaking of my Com 265 class, we happen to have a rough version of one of these:

For those of you that aren't aware, this a relatively common internet joke concerning a senior citizen taking college classes. While I have no real issue sharing a classroom with pretty much anyone, I do get rather annoyed when someone from the generation who has labeled my own age group as one that is "entitled," thinks as though they are somehow above or more important that 19 or 20 year old students.

Oh well.

Still on the subject of my class, we watched this video in class today, I recommend you do the same:

Doesn't some of that kind of blow your mind?

I can clearly recall speaking with older members of my family, and hearing them completely talk down about myspace, facebook, blogs, etc. and how they are all a passing phase, and will soon be forgotten. This is kind of a wakeup call as to how much the world is in fact differing from its old self on a daily basis.

Two things really stood out to me from this video:

The first is this kid:

As the picture states, he plays the kid in this hugely popular VW advertisement:

He got the chance to play as a (mini) Darth Vader on national television, and according to the video above he has never actually seen the any of the Star Wars movies?

I am (a) not legitimately offended by this and (b) am not a massive Star Wars fan really, but I just truly struggle to grasp this concept of making such an impact on the internet community without really knowing what exactly you are doing, or why the impact is being made.

Moving on while maintaining the same rough subject, (and that is how I do a transition English teachers, suck it.) the fact that young children are now being taught with things such as iPads as opposed to chalkboards is something that I am kind of torn about. Before I go further,

The fact that the child depicted in the video above is clearly not a kindergarten student is one that is quite clear to me, but the message persists: the coming generations will view technology and learn in ways completely foreign to our elders, and possibly even to us. With this "change" will come what always accompanies change- people not liking it, due simply to the fact that it is different.

I'd like to point out that a few centuries ago, we didn't have chalk boards. Writing was relatively new, and the introduction of the chalk board probably had a few people whining about that damn confunded new technology those damn kids are using nowadays. Or something.

Then white boards came along, eventually smart boards, and not its looking like iPads.

While I still am not a huge fan of the iPad, I can't deny its simplicity. In a world that is becoming continually more digital I don't really have a huge issue with schoolchildren using them for educational purposes.

And if you were somehow offended or distraught by the video of the 1 year old's inability to properly use a magazine, please keep in mind she is indeed 1 and likely has little to absolutely not concept of what a magazine or an iPad is.

That's about it for today. Here is something that made me laugh over the course of this fine Tuesday:

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Well I just checked my entire blog history, and realized I have started 5 unfinished blogs in the past few months.

All of them seemed to begin in roughly the same manner: I spend a few paragraphs trying to explain my lack of blogging, make witty comments as to why I stopped, and then I completely lose interest.

So I apologize for the lack of explanation as to why I haven't kept you all informed with every detail of my life for the past several months, and I'm going to pretend as if this is just another regular blog post from being a senior in high school, or something.

Actually jk I'm going to do a quick recap:

Currently 19

Still rockin' the Spec V

Still in a very happy relationship (8.5 months as of this post)

Still at WSU, currently a sophomore majoring in communications*

Currently living off campus in a house with four bros: Randy, Ben, Robert, and Uris (pronounced yoo-ris)

Coffee. I've tried a few times in my younger years (primarily during the high school days*) to drink the stuff. Here is an organized list as to why I used to hate it:

1. Its kind of a jerk. It fools you into thinking it will taste absolutely delicious with its nothing short of incredible* smell. Then you have a sip, and it tastes like pain, anger, and yourparentsnotgivingyouapuppy.

2. What is with the insane digestive issues that seem to follow in its wake?

3. After the first two reasons, I assumed it should have some sort of effect on me. It didn't.

While I can't say this with absolute confidence, I am relatively certain that coffee's complete lack of effect on me during my attempts at utilizing its abilities was largely due to the fact that this was also the time when knocking back a monster or four at midnight would have caused me to stay awake for maybe another twenty minutes or so.

I mean seriously, the fact that I am not dead from heart failure or whatev kind of blows my mind sometimes.

As for the taste, this calls for a long winded explanation involving my girlfriend, cooking, and my non-confrontational personality.

Mallory is great- and extremely tolerant of a lot of my bullshit habits, quirks, etc. One of the things she is slightly less tolerant of is my extreme and immature picky-ness when it comes to food.

So when she comes around my place to prepare a dish of some sort, and I find that it has onions or something in it, I tend to just suck it up, and suck up the food.

And you know what? I'm starting to like a lot more stuff.

That being said, when it was 8 in the morning on a Monday and the world was dangerously near receiving a kick to the face from me, I instead accepted a cup of some awesome smelling dark liquid, and proceeded to down that stuff like keystone light water.

I have to say, I was shocked by how friggin effective it was.

With this new discovery came a new habit: having a few shots of espresso on Sunday night around 9pm, and getting pretty much all of my homework done for the week.

It's worked pretty well up until now, and seeing how this is the second week I've attempted it, it may be rather short lived.

*Communications major: Please, send all of the shit talk now. I'd really love to get it out of the way, I don't say this at all because I find it offensive, but just because I've heard it all before and it has completely lost its humorous effect. Someday when I'm a bartender getting by on the tips all of my engineer majoring friends are leaving me, I may regret my decision to go with a major that I am legitimately enjoying at the moment, which will hopefully land me a job in a field that I will have a slight passion for. Kthx

*High school: I'm not gonna be "that guy." I promise- that guy who, after being on a college campus for a few hours excitedly proclaims "WHOA college is so much cooler than high school was bro! Its like I can do whatever I want and stuff because my parents aren't here bro! Bro! BRO!"

I will however speak for a moment or two about how much I don't miss high school. Yes, there are a few things that I will fully admit were enjoyable- parking lot lunches, hanging out in Turner's room actually getting shit done, not having to walk 20 minutes uphill to get to class, etc.

What I think I miss least is the people.

What I like most about the change is the difference I have seen in myself. As opposed to sweaty awkward red faced Sean who cares deeply about what everyone in my immediate vicinity is thinking about me, I am now sweaty awkward red faced Sean who really couldn't give a fuck about what people around me are thinking.

So when I walk into class with my gym shorts (g)aviators, blue vans, and unkempt hair, I just kinda feel like this guy.

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Welllllllllll itttttttttt

You know what I'm tired of? People that think they are original, witty, or in any way cool when they comment on somebody's Facebook post saying "Dislike."

I've done it, you've probably done it, most of us have. But at this point its kind of old and just dumb. So everyone in the world, please stop doing it because it annoys me.

So I haven't blogged in a while. Mainly, I'd like to think its because of Reddit.

Let's see what has changed since the last entry/what hasn't-

I'm home for the summer, here until somewhere around August 15th.

Currently 4 months and 19 days into a happy AND healthy relationship! What a strange combination...

And well, thats pretty much all that has changed recently.

Current mode of transportation= still an '04 Sentra Spec V. Still an immature teenager car, and I still love it.

Still working at The Racquet Club. This summer, I'm working full time! As in 8:30-5:30 Monday through Friday, pretty much until I leave for school.

Next year I'm living in a sweet duplex with bro's Ben and Randy, as well as Uris and Robert whom I met living in my Freshman dorm.

As far as school goes, I'm going to be brutally honest and say that I basically want to do as little work as possible while opening the door for as many money making opportunities that I can. So right now I'm on a path to major in communications, but that could change at any time.

Btw, finished year one of college with a 3.17 GPA.

Concerning extra curricular activities in college, I'm gonna leave it to pretty much this: my Mom not-so-casually called me out on how naturally I opened her bottle of Corona for her.

Well, that was a cool story Sean.

So my day today-

As it has been the past several days, my alarm went blaring off in my face at 7:03 A.M. I snoozed that bitch up a total of three times at five minutes each (meaning I got out of bed at 7:18, for the UW readers ;) and ventured from my room, up the stairs, and into the kitchen where I prepared some eggs or something.

Yea, thas* right. I can make eggs now.

...Cook eggs, I should say.

*"That's" purposely misspelled so you read it in your head as thas.

Oh, pause. Another thing really pissing me off on Facebook as of late: when people, instead of simply using the magical feature known as CAPTIONING THEIR DAMN PICTURES, comment on their pictures. With a caption. You know who you are..... Except in all honesty, if you can't figure out how to click the caption button, you probably have little to no clue that you do anything wrong on Facebook. And yes, YES, you can Facebook wrong.

If at this point you would like to point out that I bitch about stupid things, and you are legitimately distraught do us both a favor and either GTFO or chill, I'm not all that serious about most of it.

Now, back to what everyone on the internet is dying to know all about, my day.

Well, after breakfast, I showered and stuff. That was pretty cool I guess.

Then came the best part of every morning: the drive to work.

For those of you presently uneducated with my hobbies, I absolutely love to drive, especially stick, and especially my car. I don't like to glorify it or put it on a pedestal, but it would pleasantly smoke your Toyota Camry or Honda Anything without a sweat. Not that I actually race, or anything, all that often...

So, yea. Wait, NO. Found another topic to rant about: Merging onto the highway.

Merge, as defined by dictionary.com: to combine, blend, or unite gradually so as to blur the individuality or individual identity of.

What I get out of the definition of the phrase "merging onto the highway" is pretty much this: you match the speed, or get relatively close the matching the speed of the cars merrily traveling along on said highway, putting on your turn signal, and waiting for a spot to open up so that when you get onto the high speed motorway, you are not in anybody's way, and everybody involved can continue along as if nothing has happened.

It does NOT mean this: driving down the ramp at a speed of roughly 35 MPH (oh you know, half the speed limit) and casually moving over when it is convenient for you, without using your turn signal at any point, forcing other drives so slow down, switch lanes, and generally spew obscenities never to be heard by your oblivious self.

And NO, I don't care if your exit is only a mile or two down the road, it is still necessary to get up the speed of the other drivers.

Back to my day....

So I got to work at about 8:25, got a locker, and entered into the chaotic Rockwall room, to see that we only had 53 kids today. 53 kids divided by 6 workers and 2 "interns" makes for a relatively comfortable workday.

Work today consisted of traveling to Atomic Bowl, where I painfully discovered that there are a collection of children ages 7-13 who can outbowl me, by a rather significant margin. And strangely enough, work was kind of uneventful following that. Fear not though, stories will be plentiful in the coming days.

After work was rather good. Using a small slice of my paycheck, I purchased a sexy new Razor scooter, which Josh and I broke in by riding from the baseball fields on Keene to Sonic on Gage.

And that, was pretty much my day.

I guess I'll finish off with two quick stories:

1. I was mailed a 10 dollar free play at the local casino the other day. Last night, I felt particularly lucky, and this is what happened: I walked into the casino with absolutely no cash in my pocket, and about two minutes later exited the building with a 20 dollar bill in my pocket. Feels good man.

2. My sister just got a Macbook Pro. Over two thousand dollars went into the thing, so at this point, she has rule where you cannot have a beverage whithin 20 feet of it. So, when she left it alone for a few minutes, I used some hacking skills and changed her background to this:



(BTW its funny because I took the picture on her laptop with a drink in my hand.)

:)

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So it is now semester number 2 here at Wazzu.

This means several things, mainly changes: some good, others rather unpleasant.

The classes in which I was enrolled for semester number one where relatively simple. I coasted through most of them without any real issue, and managed to have a decent lineup of professors as well.

And now here we are, with a new group of highly trained professionals being paid to transfer their immense amounts of knowledge into our little heads.

My new GenEd teacher made an impression much like this:

Replace the word "tool" with "bitch," and you get the idea.

Honestly, I can't think of anyone who I ever lost respect for faster than the professor I'm talking about.

She is relatively young, and seemed to have that "Well, I'm a college professor so I know everythign there is to know. Bitch." kind of mentality to her.

She spent a sold few minutes explaining how not like high school college is, and that we need to grow up and blah blah blah. Then she transitioned to explaining just how difficult her class would be, providing examples of ridiculous reading assignments and tests.

Following this, she explained that this class will have a seating chart.

That was pretty much the nail in the coffin for dropping that course and enrolling in a different section.

She concluded the lecture half an hour early due to the fact that she felt sick.

In my opinion, you really shouldn't have to spend an extended period of time lecturing about how difficult your class will be. Sure, if you enroll in a new course covering material you have never had the ability to learn about, it would be nice to know that it will be a challenge. However, in a class like GenEd 111 (or Human Civilizations 1500-Present) I really don't see it neccesary. Moving on, correct me if I'm wrong but most high school classes have the curse of seating charts. This was the first (and so far only) college course I've been enrolled in that involved a specific place for us to sit.

I guess its all pretty irrelevant now that I'm in a different class.

My new favorite class you ask?

Psychology 230, better known around here as the Dirty 230. Why?

Because Psych 230 is Human Sexuality Studies.

I didn't actually know this until after I enrolled in the class. I only had 4 classes, wanted a fifth, and armed with the knowledge that I rather enjoyed my Psych 105 course, I saw an open space in the 230 and went for it.

I've only had the class twice so far, but there have already been a wealth of rather entertaining moments, my favorite of which is as follows:

Its day 1, and the teacher is asking us broad questions concerning sexuality. She poses the question, "What is your favorite slang term for sex?"

People yell out a battery of random and entertaining adjectives for the act, until someone straight up yells out "FUCKING!" and the class paused to laugh for a few moments.

So yea. New classes, some enjoyable, some probably not at all, but change is cool I guess.

One of the other major things on my mind has been where the hell I'm gonna live next year.

For the most part, its been relatively easy so far. I found a group of guys that I think I can share a living space with without having the desire to incinerate things, and we even lined up a pretty nice place not too far from campus.

The issue with nice places is that a lot of other people seem to want them too.

So we did what any sane college student would do, and waited outside the office that owns the property all night long. As in outside, when it was about 19 degrees before the wind chill factors in.

Luckily we split it into 4 shifts, meaning we only had to be out there for about 2.5 hours each. Our first guy got there at 10pm, and we were actually something like 10th in line. Luckily the place we wanted wasn't quite high enough in demand that it was taken by 8am when I was there to reserve our place

But then, as always, things didn't go at all according to plan

The place we wanted is located on a street with about 4 other places just like it. Four bedroom/2bathroom townhouse/duplexes. Due to the fact that they are all the same, we simply chose the one closest to campus that we thought we saw.

So at 8am when I was talking to the person at the office about which property we wanted to lease for the year, I went a little batty when she was confused at the fact that we only had 4 applications instead of five.

The person I was speaking to was the same individual who showed us the places in the first place, so I thought her question was a bit strange. She proceeded to inform me that the place I wanted to reserve was actually a five person house, not four like she originally stated in a rather explicit manner. While the place she showed us did have 5 rooms, the fifth room was obviously not a bedroom, (which she clearly stated) and is not legally a habitable living space either. But, it was 8am, I had been up since 5 (after falling asleep at 2) and I didn't want to deal with a whole lot of BS at the time.

A few hours ago we figured out that we had been shown the left half of all the duplexes, as opposed to the right side. The only difference is that the right is a bit larger, (mainly in the aforementioned fifth room) and the last room actually has a window, meaning they can legally charge rent for it.

So yea, all we have to do is find a 5th guy to commit to live with us.

Which should be no problem as we are all so friggin awesome.

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