... Another Dollar

So this is where I've been. Sometimes you never know what can suck you in until you're there.

I am by no means enlightened or any better then my the other members of my generation, but I am aware of how idiotic everything I do must seem. I do know that my clothes will make me look faggily retarded in ten years and that any music I listen to now will be mocked by my kids in our Minivan while I'm driving them to soccer practice. Well I say screw them, I'll hit every pot hole and speed bump in the road just to make sure their juice boxes get all over their shirts. Then I'll drop them off and yell out the window "All the cool kids don't have crap on their shirts!" See how they take that until I'm back at six with Arby's.

I wonder where all this is leading. Not in some larger, cosmic purpose; I'm talking in a more smaller, self centered, shallow direction. College has prepared me for nothing in the real world. I got my education from drinking with Alex Stauffer and seeing movies every Sunday for five dollars at West End. I doubt it would have been the same learning the experience without the classes, but I think most of you will admit to learning more from one place then where you were supposed to. Elementary school: classroom or playground? If you said classroom, you were alone on the playgrounds because you still had velcro on your shoes. Man up and get shoe laces, fool!

So how's my ass going to find the real world? Might uncomfortable. The idea is to do what you love, then find a way to get paid for it. I'll settle for doing something that doesn't make my ulcer worse, then find a way to get minimum wage. I've said it before, a college degree isn't a step ladder - it's a tool. A stupid, useless tool. Like Carson Daly minus everything he was superficially awarded. That's about where I hold my education at this point.

Reminders for the class: spend your college loan money in Vegas. Ride a 40-1 shot.