I’m so stressed out, I have to consciously tell my muscles to stop producing knots. Even weed can’t set my mind at ease.

I shamefully caught myself debating over the organization of electronic file folders the other day. Voices were raised, egos were bruised, and at the end of the three hour argument nothing was really solved. The organization is still flawed. What an absurd thing to get worked up over.

Milo Hayden

On the topic of me being young and stressed out this kid Austin said, “You don’t have anything to worry about… except the things you worry about.”

First of all, thanks jerk for completely belittling the importance of my woes. But on second thought he’s right. I’m eighteen years old with more knots in my back than a single mom trying to get her twins to soccer practice. Eighteen year olds should be playing bass in a punk band, frolicking among the stars. Not getting stressed out over how ignorant people are to the importance of minimizing the amount of folders on a server.

I tried to eliminate my technological struggles by not having TV or internet at my apartment.... my struggles have worsened.

Blackboard takes longer to load on an iPhone than AOL does on a dial-up connection. If you want to have nothing to talk about with acquaintances, stop watching TV or browsing the web. You’ll run out of things you have in common with the average Joe really quick.

That whole schpeel about modern technology making life easier is a total crap shoot. Technology is supposedly the application of science for practical purposes. Guaranteed having five pages of iPhone apps is not practical. What’s completely impractical is the tape holding in the broken shards of glass displaying said apps. It’s constantly attracting crumbs and scornful eyes. Good luck hearing someone through that mess.

It seems when your computer is crashing; your whole life is crashing. Well my computer needs a reboot and I’m pulling out my hair.

Somewhere in my tangled web of stress last term, good ol’ PSU allowed me to sign up for classes no first term student should be in. I’m not sure Topics: The Films of Alfred Hitchcock 307 or Counsel: The Carl Jung Approach 400 fit into the average schedule of an eighteen year old. No longer will I choose a class just because it has some badass person’s name in the title.

So thanks Portland State for being so damn liberal. Seriously, I’m glad things turned out this way. Now there’s no one to blame but myself for this overdose of responsibility. For once I was able to lead myself to my own demise, and it feels great. No one was telling me what to do, I took the classes that sounded appealing to me, and the majority of my acquaintances are now thirty year olds.

I guess this is what growing up is all about, finding out what works for you and what doesn’t. Carl Jung is awesome. Trying to bypass the structure, only taking classes that sound interesting is not. Funny how trying to go against the seemingly stressful system in turn causes more stress.

Life would be so much easier in a punk band.