The World Vs Richard Young

I've pushed back a few academic priorities in favor of personal priorities that I currently find more...maybe important is not the word I search for but it at least gives you an idea of where my head is at. or perhaps where my head is hat. whichever, whenever, whoever, and whatever one you prefer just leave this reading with the knowledge of priorities in my life. Through the program "Processing" which almost advertises itself as 'computer programming for people who like shiny things' I have rediscovered my love for programming and really look forward to making some extremely shiny things in it that have a finished look without putting any effort into the 'finishing' portion of programming, which usually is the most difficult part, although not the most time-consuming.

This leaves me at a state of mind where i find it difficult to decide which path would be the most happy route for me to now follow. I could continue pushing school projects back to paint and wind up an androgynous homeless artist (androgyny is so hot right now) who gets by by pretending he has fourteen works on the go back at the studio located under the tenth street bridge. Or i could learn how to tie a tie and head downtown on a train of my other fallen comrades, each one thinking to themselves how unlike all these other suiters they gave up a life of art to look good on paper and make their parents not proud but appeased. Well fuck it, if these are the only two routes to pursue from this point I'm going to take the third branch. You know the one that hasn't been taken for a few years? I'm gonna grab a bowler's cap, grab my crotch and dance my way into the 'indie rock' scene as the next michael jackson. No no no i wont be doing any singing or anything musical whatsoever, but instead  simply spinning around in circles and making people scratch their heads. I imagine I can get enough people to not think that its cool...but think its new and exciting...at least enough to try it themselves, and then i can teach them my ways, make them give me all their money and follow me to san francisco, where i'll teach them how to take advantage of life insurance policies, make tons of money, send them off to kill some studio exec's wife  as i escape to Morocco where I can live like a king for approximately thirty two years before being convicted and returned to my own country, where my only hope will be to swim to Venezuela where i will for sure live peacefully until the end of my days. Great idea? ok readyyyy break!

Richard.