Summer Summer

I've been at home here in Westchester for about 5 days now. I've recently finished up my spring semester up at Binghamton University where I left as worried and confused as I was before finals.
I tell people about how I have this great plan to get a BS in computer engineering and an MBA in five years, but now with my recent grades - a C+, three B-'s, an A- and a "pass"- I'm beginning to think that I'm out of a chance.

So, like I always do, I distract myself with more and more "ideas." Only this time, they're more like personal projects, rather than long-term educational goals. The big one this time is writing my own online flash cartoon, which in my defense has been a goal of mine for a long time. But of course, I also want to write sketch scripts, write music for it, buy and play a bunch of games, and other stuff that keeps me from thinking about big-boy things.

Today I did an ass-load of nothing. I woke up to my alarm at ten (an anti-lazy alarm) and promptly drifted off again until 12. Great job, Matt.

I met up with Veronica and she drove us around while we talked, like we always do. We grabbed some coffee at Barnes and Noble, played on a playground at FDR, and grabbed some food at Applebee's. While we were there I got a phone call from Tracey, I didn't want to be the rude guy on the phone in the restaurant so I guiltily held it off 'til we left.

I'd been missing Tracey a lot, and have been feeling pretty guilty about not keeping up with her alot so far. It's only been a few days, and I've mostly been meeting up with home-friends I haven't seen in a while, so I got distracted. I called her back as soon as we left and it was nice hearing her. I still feel bad that I get back home around 1:30 am, too late to meet her online.

Anyway, I hereby dedicate this summer to figuring out what I want to do with my life, or at least figuring out how to handle the consequences if I know I'll end up doing something I don't want to do.