rottenart

safe in the knowledge that no one will ever read this stupid journal, i feel free to speak with impugnity.

this semester is a total bust. well, maybe not all of it. i'll end up squeaking by, i suppose. but, ironically enough, it's college itself that has made me sick of college. i only have a few semesters left and i'll be the proud recipient of two, count 'em, two worthless degrees that serve no purpose other than to somehow justify $30,000 down the hole. then what? grad school? meaningless job with no prospect?

i've got some new prints, shirts, and other goodies for sale real cheap. they'll be the envy of all your friends. contact me at geoff@decibelindustry.com to learn more about all the shit i sell and will let you have for a song.

end of transmission.

seems like all of this is unconnected, huh?
i guess it's anxiety about graduating. i hate the real world.