glub-glub-no-blon!

i can't believe i'm doing this. i - the guy who used to laugh until my ribs cracked at the supposed vanity of the typical blogger - now have a blog. huzzah and whatnot.

so i suppose an introduction would be in order. hello, blog. i'm aaron. you're looking pretty lean at the moment. what? yes, i suppose i [i]am[/i] looking a bit on the healthy side. eh? no, no, no . . . that's it. you're going down, cochese.

/beats blog with stray, pointy bits of code

this really is pretty damned therapeutic:: so far i've insulted myself and subsequently released agression on personified html script. i assume things will only get worse as this entry progresses. save yourself the disappointment and quit reading now. really.

spring: the end of another semester and the long-awaited dawn of my sophomore year. i'm giddy with excitement. /giddies i've never been much for applying myself:: i'm the guy who sets the curve with three hours of sleep on a belly full of beer. studying? the word sounds vaguely familiar. my problem:: showing up to class. well, it [i]was[/i] my problem. i got better. yessir, no more academic probation for me. i've gone from a 0.0 to a whopping 2.095 cumulative gpa. from here out it's blue skies and scotch on the rocks. mmmmmm, scotch. and this is why i've decided to snuggle up to the scholastic cheese grater . . .

summer break: what the fook is that? school starts in little more than a week, regardless of whether i feel like it ever actually let out at all. i was supposed to have the new machine burned in by now - instead i have the case and psu [albeit a really, really pimp-looking case and psu] precariously positioned next to the old machine [oh, how i hate you /shakes fist] awaiting the arrival of various computey innards and arteries. so i'm really, really bored [see: genesis of this blog]. no school, no expensive electronics to risk destroying, and no motivation to do anything besides piss and moan [excluding the ever-present desire to drink beer].

work sucks ass. huge, hairy monkey-ass. like primo, raw baboon-ass. in fact, i would go so far as to claim that my work environment has crossed into the elite realm of the asstastic. speaking of ass, i loooooathe the management more than anything. their stupid work ethic, their stupid emails with their stupid grammatical and logical errors, and their stupid . . . asses. dammitol. /quivers with rage it's really not that bad - until they call for mandatory overtime . . . until one in the FUCKING MORNING. cleaning party, my ass. get the damned hospital ceo to scour floors for you, sister - the work can't be that hard if you believe a troglodyte like myself capable of it.

on that note, i'm going to shut the hell up. big brother is watching me, and i think he's porking the kitchen marm.