I really need to get my shit together. Right this minute, I should be working on my English essay. It’s due tonight at midnight, and I’m only half done. Instead, I’m writing this, surfing the web, and listening to Crafty Chica’s podcast. The only thing that bothers me about iTunes integrated podcast-thingy? That it doesn’t give me the option to automatically download previous casts, all in one lump sum…. Oh, wait, I just figured it out.

Anyway, this essay that I should be writing but am not, is supposed to be about California. More specifically, it is about the paradox between the California Dream, and the reality of California. The problem I’m having is that being a native of California, born right here in the central valley, I have no insight on what the dream really is. For me, the dream is just to get out. To go see the world, and live somewhere new and different. I don’t understand why people would still choose to move to this state. It’s just a big let down. You think it’s going to be some big wonderful adventure, and instead it’s the land of high gas prices and suburbia. Everything is more expensive here, and still hardly anyone can afford it.

Did I mention I’m trying to avoid my Math homework? I have no idea how many assignments I have to do, and I’m not sure if there is a test tomorrow or not, seeing as how we had Friday and Monday off for holiday (okay, I’m not sure why we had Friday off). Algebra is so not my cup of tea. We had a quiz last Wednesday, and I know I did one problem horrifically wrong, but I didn’t know what I was doing wrong. I didn’t figure out how to fix it until after time was up, and I was on the lightrail train back to work.

Update: I’ve finished my essay (and the Math, yippy!). It is quite possibly the worst essay I’ve ever written in my life. If you would like to read it, feel free. California: Possibility and Dissapointment (pdf file - don’t steal my work). If you notice discrepancys, unfinished thoughts, and the like, let me know. I get to redo one essay a semester, and I feel that this is it. Besides, it’s never good if you’ve started drinking to mask how much you hate the paper, before you’ve even written the conclusion.
After I turned this one in, the assignment for the second essay was available. I really don’t want to write about the mismanagement of California.

- “Californication,” Californication: Red Hot Chilli Peppers