If I wanted to apply spivak's razor then I would say this is the halfway point to May 13th, 2008. Since the calendar isn't regular there are a few days inbetween that mess with this kind of reckoning.
Math is intimidating to me. I barely remember anything about algebra let alone simple geometry. Yet math is the foundation of all physical science and I figure I would need this to pursue a degree in physics over at UCCS which is the closest major they have for astronomy. If I want a degree in astronomy then I had better go to UC Boulder but that's up in the People's Republic of Boulder, I'd have to move, I'd be further away from my friends even though I'd be marginally closer to raddidge in addition to starting my life all over again by finding an apartment and a job.
One strike against me pursuing mathematics in order to pursue physics and astronomy is the fact that I'm a lazy imbecile. In favor of mathematics is the fact that in math the answer is either correct or incorrect with no inbetween or wiggle room or gray areas. I have a sincere dislike of gray areas. Sometimes I wish I was more like Rorschach because it always seems that people use gray areas to weasel out of responsibility or pin the blame on other people. Yet this isn't the way that the world works according to the majority and I'm getting off the subject.
English might be interesting because I do write 700 words, on average, a day. I worked for the college newspaper and other written nonsense. My composition style does not leave much to be desired considering the repetition inherent when writing paragraphs, I'm certain my grammar is atrocious and I abuse the comma above and beyond the call of duty. So pursuing a degree in English may actually be helpful to me!
The strike against English is the fact that I'd consider it to be as subjective as a Fine Arts degree. Either someone likes your writing or they detest it. Grammar and structure are just the polish as far as I currently know while actually having something worthwhile to write about (LOL VANITY SITE) is far more important. Have I mentioned that I fucking hated Fine Arts? Now you know. No one learned dick or shit over at the Vaughn-Eames building, they just sat around listening to feminazi music, acting sensitive and whiling away the hours doing what they already knew how to do.
I did have the feeling the place was haunted but most likely that came from the echoes being more prominent without stuff to break up the sound or people to drown out the ambient noise.
What was notable about the dream is that I was late for work but said "Fuck it." The rest of the dream was spent waiting on the front lawn of the house.
