This semester has been brutal. Everything must looked at in context, so I guess I really have no reason to complain.

I have a lot of reading, some hard classes, and a lot of pressure to keep my grades up. (graduate school). Sometimes I wonder why I want to go to graduate school. Is it my paralyzing fear of getting a job right of college and then waking up one day and realizing I am 55?  Is it my paralyzing fear of not being able to find a job right out of college? To be honest, It is probably a little bit of both. I know I am not ready for the real world. It takes a smart man to admit it. But those are not the reasons I want to keep going to school.

I don’t know about all of you, but the way I plan out of my life, or the way I plan out my dreams is by trying to choose a lifestyle. Every stage of life I don’t try to plan what I will be doing, but how I will be living. My young to mid twenties will not be spent in a cubicle, It will be spent in a classroom. I am simply not ready for 9-5. I am ready for class from 9-2, and then maybe I will wait some tables at night to pay rent. I will live poor and happy with my best friends. I will spend all my money on rent, beer, and the people I love. When and if I graduate from graduate school, I will be so over my head in debt it wont even be funny. But it will be, because I will be laughing during the times when that debt built up.

Bring it on brutal semester, I will conquer you.

after taking an adderall I decided I am going to conquer the world. That is all.

I’m having a nightmare. Or am i just watching the GOP foreign policy debate? The fact that Herman Cain, or, any of these people are serious candidates to lead the greatest democracy the world has ever seen, scares me. Suited up, their thirst for power is written all over their hideous makeup, their vague answers, and the black and white prism they view the world from. I challenge someone to travel back in time to 1942 and convince the American public that water boarding has a place in liberal democracy, or that corporations should have be considered legally to have the same rights as a human being. You would be laughed at. Today, you might just be handed the keys to the strongest military of all time, and a society that wants to use it. Someone get FDR access to CNN, i bet he will think hes having a nightmare too.

Job interview tomorrow at Crema Cafe in Harvard Square. Cant wait to tell the lady how big of a fan I am of her cafe, even though I have never been there before.. What the fuck is an expresso anyway?

markhoppus:

Neighborhoods posters are here!!

My life goal of becoming Indiana Jones is underway. Climbing into caves and tombs and fighting Nazis sounds like the best career choice I could possibly make. Now all i need is the five o clock shadow.

I found a bike yesterday. “Found” is giving myself a little too much moral credit, but to be honest, I do not care. It was one of those urban adventuretour bikes, the black mountain bikes you see all the foreign tourists smiling on. I took it home, peeled off the stickers, and spray painted the frames black to make it look like my own. 

I invited Jovani over, me and Dennis were busy debating the origins of human misery. We narrowed it down to insecurities.

Jov walked in, we put on some smooth youtube beats, and free style rapped. It’s a pretty amazing feeling when you let go of hesitation.

Bike ride. Esplanade. Cant find dennis. Seat broke. Ass hurt. Pulp Fiction.

I guess what I am trying to say is.

I love Boston, and I love my friends.

TIM BRADSHAW