I’ve got something to admit to. A secret that I’ve had for a long time. Something that very few people know about me, and I’ve kept this quiet for a very long time. I’ve had somewhat of a re-awakening to something that I though I had left behind me.

I like classical music. Beyond that I’m a fan of opera, all forms of choir music, and even musicals. I even have a keen spot in my heart for well-arranged soundtrack of both T.V. and Movie.

That’s right people, I’m basically a monocle-wearing classical enthusiast.

I was always a loser.

Seriously, I was. I got picked on at school for every possible reason: Mamas boy, nerd, totally out of style, ugly, etc. etc. The usual stuff, I know, but it hurt all the same. High school wasn’t any better. I never had a girlfriend. Hell, I barely had friends, and they weren’t exactly the socialites of the century either. Like minds stick together and all that I guess.

This is possibly a re-post from my old website. I don’t remember if I ever posted it.

Slap!

The sound seems to reverberate off of every surface, every facet, even off of the very brushes of the wind.

What did he do now? He stands rooted to the spot, twisting from the trunk of his being, recoiling from the pain and indignation that is pulses through him like the blow to his face that he now nurses. She screams at him, ferociously she tares yet another strip from him as she screeches far-flung accusations at him. He seems slightly confused; you can see it in his eyes.

Holy hell, a personal post! You know what that means everyone: Corey doesn’t have anything specific to write about, but is guilt-ridden enough to write something in an attempt to rid himself of the self-loathing that he’s now feeling.

Thankfully, I’ve got enough random crap to talk about, that it will actually seem like I’ve somehow planned this post. I should at least be able to get back to my regular schedule for posting stuff now that I’m in school (somebody quote me on this when I’m studying my brains out and abandon the schedule once again.)

Side note: Do you say “skedual” or “scheduel”? I found that after watching far too much Doctor Who over the years that I’ve been converted to saying “scheduel” instead of skedual.” Ruined me, I tell you.

This is possibly a re-post from my old website. I don’t remember if I ever posted it.

“Well. That didn’t go nearly as good as I had originally envisioned.” The prisoner stated, as we dragged him down the hallway. “Oh well. Can’t blame a guy for trying can ya?” Indeed we couldn’t. The man was to stand trial, and as usual, it will be a mere formality. Even the innocent are not safe from the Kings ‘justice’ anymore. Granted, this one was guilty, and we all knew, as we had caught him last night in a raid into some of the rebel hovels that are hidden, scattered amidst the city like festering wounds on an otherwise pristine body.

At least that’s what the king says. He seems to have gone a little off in recent days, should truth be told. No one will utter a word in even the most hushed tones of such happenings. The King has eyes, ears, and blades all around, and those who speak against him are either publicly executed, or simply cease to exist.

That’s right, I’m school-bound once again. Two more years of weird sleep schedules, assignments, cliques, teachers, and too many people walking around in pajama-bottoms.

Joking aside, I’ve decided to go back to school for Graphic Design. Over the past two plus years, I’ve felt that though I’m reasonably good at programming, it’s not really what I want to do for the rest of my life. I’ve had a good run at my current place of employment, but I feel that it’s just not the direction I want to go in the long-run. You see, as I worked along side everyone I constantly felt myself obsessing over certain points; namely UI design, usability, and common sense in design.

How good is your memory? Chances are it’s better than mine. At the very least, your short-term memory has to be better than mine, as mine borders on ‘utterly pathetic.’

As i recently mentioned, I’ve redone my website a tad and I busted my ass to cover as many of the style bugs as possible. Everything was going well until I upgraded to Wordpress 2.6. Now I’m not saying the version of Wordpress busted my website good and proper, but that’s what happened.