The big fat redo

One of the objectives of this current slew of self-study is to basically "redo college", not from a social perspective as much as an academic perspective (since the former is less important / is more difficult to re-create). 

I'm trying to learn everything the RIGHT way, in a more correct order. 

Right now I'm in the pre-college phase, meaning the stuff I wish I had come into the CS Animation premajor already knowing, in order to hit the ground running better. The real application of this is filling in any knowledge gaps that I have. 

But I can't progress on basic coding, and you know why? because I need to finish my dad's site. 

Yep. I told him I'd redo it and it has taken years. I am forcing myself to get it done. obviously I love web programming but turns out it's not as fun when you're dealing with a family member who just needs it done ASAP. 

my personal coding block should be for ME, but I legitimately do not have any more room for additional blocks, so I guess it has to happen here. I am PRAYING that I can crank this out in like 2 weeks or less because I NEED to get to the other material in sync with everything else that I am currently studying. 

But maybe I need that fire lit under my ass. 

THE CURRENT LAMESUCK BLOCK

- Warmups

- Dad's site until completion, ASAP

- Thesis work 

- MVP with games (Livly, Genshin, maybe some legos or something), GDevelop for a game dev warmup, and check 1 website.

This is not the ideal routine and this must be dealt with immediately. If someone asks me Leetcode or something I am TOAST. SO screwed for ANYTHING beyond fizzbuzz. Also, every day not fully utilized is another day that delays the release of any indie games or apps I want to put out. That's terrifying, folks! 

This is MY fault for overcommitting and underdelivering, but I feel like Lord Business. 

PEOPLE KEEP MESSING WITH MY STUFF! 

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