The Hierarchy of Geekdom

Apparently, amoung the geekiest of the geek: the Magic: the Gathering players, the LAN partiers, and the d20 rollers, there is a general consensus over what is acceptable to enjoy and what it is not. For some reason, these people, who might, on a regular basis, be scoffed for their favourite activities and pastimes, find it more than okay to mock those geeks who either do not match their caliber of geekdom or enjoy things that they don't, or like what may be considered passé. I find this unfair. If you like Star Wars, I won't mock you, but don't mock me for reading manga. If you like arguing the relative merits of Dune versus Star Trek, I won't criticize, so don't criticize me for playing EverQuest. I won't scoff at your lack of knowledge in the realm of Tolkien, so don't scoff at me if I don't know every nuance of Magic. If I want to play Pokémon, I can. You all loved it when you were ten. Don't deny it. Don't mock me. Don't criticize. Don't scoff. If it was fun when we were ten, why can't it be fun now?

(As an aside, my examples are entirely random and I like basically everything included in this little rant.)

The problem with having a blog, or rather the problem with updating a blog, is that whenever something interesting enough to blog about happens, I don't feel like blogging. It's only when I'm really bored (and therefore have nothing going on, ergo nothing to say) that I feel like posting.

In this case, I had a really bizarre dream that felt more like a sci-fi action movie than one of my usual dreams, and I really wanted to write about it. But now that I'm looking at the screen, I don't feel like writing very much at all. In fact, now that it's been a few hours since I woke up, I barely even remember the details of the sci-fi parts, not to mention the plot. It's mostly just the tone that I've got now, and that's hard to express to you without details.

Motivation

It's difficult to find the motivation to do the work I really have to do. I know, intellectually, that this work needs to get done if I want to pass these classes, and I have to pass these classes if I want to keep my scholarship, and I have to keep my scholarship if I want to stay here, and I definitely want to stay at here. Unfortunately, that intellectual knowledge doesn't translate to actually sitting down and doing work.

Hopefully, I'll start sitting down with a friend who has a similar problem, and hopefully by each of us forcing each other to do our homework, we'll each get our stuff together and get it done. I don't want to fail out of school in the first semester of freshman year.

Update

It's been a while since I last posted. Not quite since January, as the post below might indicate, because I deleted my teen-angst style posts that are better suited to livejournal (where I actually started archiving them this afternoon).

Hopefully this journal will get back to what it was at the beginning, and if you look in the archives you can find some interesting (in my opinion, which may be admittedly biased) creative essays about random things I find intriguing.

Nothing of that sort just yet, though. Too mentally exhausted after the insanely daunting task of cleaning my room to contemplate it.

Metal

Guess what I just got? Metal! In my mouth! Yes, braces. Yes, braces when I'm about to turn 18. Why does life hate me?