First World Problems

It is Sunday night, 3:50 am, I still have in front of me audio for my video that I JUST finished. The video itself is pretty much done, but I had to work on the soundtrack at home and my buggy laptop was not making that easy - speaking of not making things easy, the fucking Macs in the editing lab at Mason Gross can suck it. I've never been more frustrated with an inanimate object than going from one machine to another trying desperately to make it do the simple tasks I require it do it.
Oh I know, lets make a computer mouse with only one button! The entire shell will be one HUGE BUTTON! HEY SOMEONE GET ME A DICK TO PUT IN MY MOUTH BEFORE THIS BRAINTRUST MEETING OF APPLE EXECUTIVES ENDS!
iCock, coming soon.

I'm glad I was able to put in a short cartoon about how much I hate Macs in my video. I'm a little surprised, actually, that I was able to since a) I was using a program that is really not for animation, b) I had to hand draw the characters and the various scenes, and c) I am lazy as FUCK. When I get home its hot dog and Pokemon time. But somehow I man'd up and got some work done and THANK GOD 'cause it is coming down to the wire. I've got to take this baby to school and make a DVD, which takes forever, and let's not forget about supplying some extra time for the computer to freeze/crap out on me/straight up not want to do its goddamn job/fail to burn the DVD correctly/give me some bullshit error message. Then I'm gonna run it down to the gallery and pray that when things go wrong (and they will) that it isn't a big deal or at least not on opening night. Ugh.

Fuck, then I got to make a documentary about all this shit for Video class. I've got to get someone to interview me, I've got to interview other people ABOUT me, and go through all this bullshit all over again. FUCK and I have an essay and exams...How much is killing yourself nowadays? Nah I can't afford it.

I hate all these post graduate friends of mine that are all like "oh man I WISH I was still in school" when I complain about my workload. They act like living at their parents house and delivering pizza is what their colleges were PREPARING THEM FOR. That isn't the real world, guys. I'd rather have a 9-5 then HOMEWORK. I mean, shit, at least when you get home from your job you can forget about it and play some Pokemon. But no I get home and I'm like "ok, fuck, what do I have to do...write that shit, gotta record that shit, draw that shit..." I mean, I rarely DO IT but that's not the point. Fuck.