Irrationally Smart.

University, or more accurately, the planning for it, will be the death of me. For institutions supposedly for higher education, their websites sure are fucking stupid (pardon my french). I swear to god, a trained monkey could make a website easier to navigate. Props to the techno-geeks throwing these things together, trying to put all this information into one place, but from where I sit (in front of my computer, staring blanking at the glowing screen before me), really, what the hell do you think you're doing? I believe, and I may be wrong here, that these sites are solely for the entertainment of those who created them; so they can sit back and laugh while everyone else gets redirected in the largest, most complicated circles you've ever seen in your short life.
I've been on this computer for around six hours now, tearing out my hair and tearing at the eyes in utter frustration and sheer, impotent rage.

I want to slap someone.

Repeatedly.

And beyond the obvious problems with paying for such education, residence, textbooks, and meal plan, there is social aspect to things. Wow, there's really no way of saying that without sounding like a complete hermit (hermit, writer, the words are practically synonymous, heh?). I am, as most would suspect by this point (you know, being a blogger and all), I am not a very social person. Not what you'd call a party animal either. Hell, I don't even drink. I don't want some sorry ass drunk roommate swinging into our shared room at three in the morning dragging in some "bad boy" (and I don't mean Bad Guy, TOTALLY different ballgame there, no argument) and falling all over each other not four feet away from where my unfortunate ears are sitting, me, of course trying in vain to sleep. What if I had an exam the next day, hmm? Not that my roommate would care, I gather.

Can't you just hear my teeth grinding? I can. And it sounds like the gates of hell screeching open, rust flaking to pieces, falling like demented snowflakes to the hot, molten floor.

I dislike researching for University. I dislike applying for programs. I think, though, perhaps the Independence it offers could be good for me. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'll ever be that aforementioned party animal, nor the sorry ass drunk. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be me, and a little bit better.

Yeah, and maybe the juggling, flying ass-clowns from my last post (or was it the one before that?) will come out my butt. I hope it's all its cracked up to be. I want to go where I can learn things I'm interested in. Where I can finally be with other hermits--I mean writers, like myself.

Yup, blog still not revamped. Hope you liked what happened to show up here anyways.

Chloe.