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.

I’m going on a bit of a hiatus this week posting-​wise. It’s not that I’m burnt out or run out of ideas (I can usu­ally pull some­thing out of my ass).

I’m actu­ally work­ing on some­things related to this site, and having the extra time would help.