The Blog of DC
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Major change.
I recently changed my major because I realized that I have a much greater passion for history than I do for media arts (although I enjiy that too). Not to mention, I may get out of this fucking town a little faster. I'm so sick of this school.
I've had one instructor this semester that I have very much enjoyed listening too. The class is on the history of the Wetsern World and, as this guy lectures to you, you can tell just from his voice that he has an immense passion for history. I'm going to stay on the safe side and not reveal his name here but I don't think it matters anyway since he may not return to NMHU sometime soon. Nevertheless, he is awesome.
Long live the Twitch! :D
Sunday, April 22, 2012
I'm addicted to food.
I'm just realizing this now. Everyday, I will eat at least two bags of chips just to give my hands something to do. It's actually quite pathetic but, once I start eating, I'll just become overwhelmed by the taste and I will keep eating until the entire bag is gone. Just today, I ate two small bags of Doritos and a big bag of Cheetos. The worst part is that I feel no regret afterward. I could eat like a filthy pig all day, look at the empty bags, and then do the same thing the next day. I'll just say to myself, ''Well, that was good.'' I think the only reason I'm not extremely obese is because of how much I walk around town. I've been slacking on going to the gym.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Vegas is covered and we have stupid admins!
There is a snow storm over Las Vegas, NM, and the Highlands administration is not canceling classes. Do they not see the madness outside? They should at least issue a 2-hour delay. Wtf? It doesn't make any sense. It reminds me of back in at Taos High when the admins would continue with the normal school schedule even if cars were backed up a mile down the street. I hate this fucking state.
I miss the warmth of SoCal, I miss the misty smell of the salty sea, I miss the seagulls chirping in the sky...I miss California. I want to go home!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
I'm tired of this shit!
I've been a college student for three years and I don't feel any different from when I began. All the information I have learned, I could have just as easily learned myself through the web. So, why am I paying thousands of dollars for information that I can easily access myself? I could not care any less about a fucking diploma! College is a waste of my God damn time and money!
Fuck college and fuck America!
Fuck college and fuck America!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
On and off snow flurries.
I hate inconsistent weather. All day, it has snow then sun then snow then sun. I just want Mr. Weatherman to pick one and stick with it. I hate the snow and the cold that comes with it, but it is better than sporadic changes. If there is a god, then he's probably bipolar.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Spring Break...Whatever!
Specific circumstances have forced me to stay in this shitty town over Spring Break. It's not the worst thing in the world, I've just been spending most of my time in my dorm room doing various activities - reading, writing my stories, doing pointless shit online, etc.
I ran in to an Irishmen the other day, he had very thick accent. The first thing he said to me was, ''Can you tell me where I can find a good pub?'' I almost burst out laughing since I had heard that the Irish were big drinkers, but I thought it was just a stereotype. I directed him toward Byron T's Saloon in the Plaza Hotel, the best bar in Vegas.
Thank God for pubs.
I ran in to an Irishmen the other day, he had very thick accent. The first thing he said to me was, ''Can you tell me where I can find a good pub?'' I almost burst out laughing since I had heard that the Irish were big drinkers, but I thought it was just a stereotype. I directed him toward Byron T's Saloon in the Plaza Hotel, the best bar in Vegas.
Thank God for pubs.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Crabb here.. with an update.
Good morning, people of the Web. How was your weekend? (I'm not sure why I asked that since I'm most likely not going to get an answer.)
The weekend always goes by way too fast. Every Friday brings you relaxation all because you can sleep in the next day. However, it seems like weekend-time is on different time scale than the business week since it seems like your getting ready for your first class on Monday in no time at all. What?! :S
^ That paragraph was a bit all over the place. Sorry. :) Anyway, I had a decent weekend of studying during the day and cocktails in the later hours. There are only three bars in this shitty town and they don't appear all that promising. I been to Dick's a few times but that place is just a stupid midnight club that plays shitty music at a high volume. I expect Eagles to be similar, although I have not visited that place yet. The only one of the three that like it has the slightest bit of class is Byron T's Saloon in the Plaza Hotel. It's an older place with a much moure quiet atmosphere. Not a club, just a bar where you can sit and talk to people. An old style place in which you can smell the stale beer and peanuts. I think I'll walk into that place next weekend. After my homework, of course. :) Don't worry, People, I'm on track.
The weekend always goes by way too fast. Every Friday brings you relaxation all because you can sleep in the next day. However, it seems like weekend-time is on different time scale than the business week since it seems like your getting ready for your first class on Monday in no time at all. What?! :S
^ That paragraph was a bit all over the place. Sorry. :) Anyway, I had a decent weekend of studying during the day and cocktails in the later hours. There are only three bars in this shitty town and they don't appear all that promising. I been to Dick's a few times but that place is just a stupid midnight club that plays shitty music at a high volume. I expect Eagles to be similar, although I have not visited that place yet. The only one of the three that like it has the slightest bit of class is Byron T's Saloon in the Plaza Hotel. It's an older place with a much moure quiet atmosphere. Not a club, just a bar where you can sit and talk to people. An old style place in which you can smell the stale beer and peanuts. I think I'll walk into that place next weekend. After my homework, of course. :) Don't worry, People, I'm on track.
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