Hurrah!..For the prodical son has returned. Kill the fattest pig and
let the
nation rejoice.
Who am I?. I m baz. Where have i been?.. to tell the truth the past
many
months are a bit of a blur. How did I become so devilishly handsome?
What
can I say?... God has been kind.
people
my demented(or Irish..whichever you want to take) views on life. And
eventful its been since last I put a word in here.
First and foremost I've moved into my own place so as to have easier
access
to my college. Now for those of you who still have this before them, I
warn
you, its a horribly grown up thing to undertake. And a thing i was
ill-equipped to deal with. Nothing in life prepared me for the
questions,
thrown at me left, right and centre. Previously in school I gleamed a
passing knowledge of English, Irish, Math, French, Geography, Economics
and
Chemistry. But when asked what my payment option would be, the
algebraic
equation to solve quadratic equations was not nearly as useful as I had
hoped. Whats more the guy who came to install my lighting wasn't as
impressed with my ability to spout off random quotes from Shakespeare
as he
would have been if I could tell him where the main switchboard was
located.
Not only has 13 years of standardised education been useless to me out
on my
own in the big old world, but everything I did in my spare time turned
out
to be equally useless. My ability to navigate every world Mario found
himself in didn t help in the slightest when it came to finding my way
around on Dublin Bus. In years of hanging around in malls it never once
occoured to me that people should go there to purchase essential goods
and
services, resulting in me having nothign to eat in the apartment but a
loaf
of bread and a 5lbs tub of mayonaise.
So what is my point?.. I don t know if I have one. I guess its a waring
of
sorts. You see all our young lives we have all these older people
telling us
what they believe we should know. We have big toy companies
entertaining us
and telling us what we should like. And it all ain't worth diddly
squat.
They deliberatly set us up and send us out into the real world and
laugh at
our feeble efforts at making sense of it. Its a big consipiracy set up
so
parents and grown ups get the last laugh at our expense.
Blessed be,
Baz
