:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 9.30.2003 ::

Things I hate:
- When people steal shit. Someone stole my buddy's $1600 bike off the racks right outside our studio last week. That's fucked. I hope the person who stole it gets syphilis and their fucking nose falls off. Also, on a lesser note, someone stole a drawing off my desk - not just a drawing, but a basemap, an essential piece of datum that cannot be cheaply or easily replaced. And ideas? don't even get me started on the little shits who steal ideas...
- Group work. Ridiculous. I can't believe that at the age of 23+, in our fifth+ year of college people are still waiting until the last minute, dodging responsibility, turning in crap for final drawings, etc. C'mon, surly we have grown out of that by now. But hey, if I'm doing all the work, then at least I control the quality, right? From now on, I'm flying solo (that will unfortuanately go for other aspects of life as well, but will not bitch about them here, because I'm not sure if they fall into the Hate category).
- When people choose to ignore analytical thinking skills.
- When people ask me to do them a favor (that will potentially take several hours), then are not ready to go when I am and insist for three hours that they will just be "fifteen more minutes." And holy fucking shit - did that guy just walk out? Is he fucking leaving for the night - because I can think of at least 6 specific, plausible places that I would rather be than studio tonight.
- The fact that unless I have deadlines bearing down on me from all sides I cannot seem to get work done. I have been in studio for almost three hours tonight and have done some little things, but nothing I needed to do, and because the dealines are so far in the future, I don't really want to do them. Motivate me.
- When people give you things that aren't really their's to give.
- Playoffs sans the Mariners.
- Skunks
- Marching... anywhere
- Being sick
- Dead batteries
Enough of the hate - tomorrow, I'll show the love. (props FRS)

"This is not Churchill Downs, this is not Hollywood Park. When the field's wide open I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:08 PM [+] ::