So, I’m out of gas, and I don’t feel like punching anyone in the face this week, so its back to the bike for me. I haven’t been riding at all this year, giving myself the lame-ass excuse that “I might go to Candler to do something.” Whatever. Anyway, now the option is gone, and according to the AC-T it will come back sometime next week, so my fat, lazy American ass will be riding the bike and the bus. Foxy managed to fill up today on Hendersonville Rd. Hopefully, she’ll give me a ride to the BlogAsheville party on Saturday.

Classes are going well. I’ve learned that I want to design a 2-d game in my 3-d game design class, and that I want to ask questions that piss off my database development teacher. You know on kid’s tv, or commercials, or better yet on Saved by the Bell, when they imagined themselves suddenly old and the makeup looked really cheap and crappy? That’s what it looks like happened to my database development teacher. I apparently keep asking questions about the wrong part of the lesson, the part he has no interest in answering questions about. This week, we read about the System Development Life Cycle, which is basically a fancy way of saying “make sure you know what you’re going to do and how much it will cost before you tell the client you’ll take the job, dumbass” and I wanted to know more about the pretty relational modeling pictures I found on Wikipedia.

Come to think of it, this might be exactly what happened in high school as well. In college, everyone was so thrilled that I was paying attention that I could focus on whatever I wanted. Hooray for Hippie Clown College!