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Hello, I am neither a Mac nor a PC.

I had this moment today where I realized I was now more comfortable working on a Mac than a PC. Damn it, Digital Photo. See, this is what happens when your laptop dies and you can only use the school computers in your photo class. It's all very strange for me.

I've been feeling weirdly creative recently. Like, I just want to make stuff. All the time. Or play bass. Or both. This is NaNo speaking, I think, but it has also been very good for me in the photography context because I've been doing some crazy-ass shit with Photoshop filters this week and it's actually looking pretty good. This is a new thing for me, having confidence in my work. I think I kind of like it.

Someday soon I'm going to write down all my way too analytical, God-why-are-you-reading-into-it thoughts about TV. But not today.

Non, merci, M. Sartre.

I've been reading a lot of existentialism recently and I don't think it's good for my mental state. Everyone is so loud in high school. And there are all of these people with all of this drama, and I just can't understand it.

I've been meaning to post all week and now I can't remember what I was going to say. I guess I'll figure it out later.

Major: Non-Degree

I got my transcript back from COA, and I must say that I like that my college GPA is higher than my high school GPA even though I'm not actually in college. My evaluation says that I am "passionate and insightful" and that I demonstrate "candor and an aggresive approach to learning that were highly valuable." Apparently I'm talented in multiple areas, but particularly in music. However, I "could work a little harder" on harnessing my "critical attitudes." Overall I got an A- and one credit/three semester credit hours. Yay.

I miss COA a lot, especially considering how dumb my classes are this year. Digital photography makes me want to stab out my eyeballs with a flash drive, and Euro is the easiest course I've taken since Global Studies freshman year. Also, why do we talk about history in English and politics in History? I ask you.

In other news, I'm about to start NHD again. This year it's looking to be Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. We were going to do Mai 1968, but Parker told us not to because no one in America knows who Daniel Cohn-Bendit is. Alas. We'll probably do performance again, too, just 'cause it's easy to win.

Those wacky homosexuals...

You know what amuses me? The phrase "the gay agenda." It always makes me think of someone's planner, with a list like:

7:00 am--Wake up
8:00 am--Eat breakfast
9:00am--Have gay sex...


Yet somehow I doubt that's what conservatives mean when they yell about stopping it.
Sloan were playing at the venue that's two blocks from my house on Sunday and I missed it. I didn't even know they were in town until I saw Jay Ferguson out of the corner of my eye when we drove past. And then I did this crazy double-take that almost made me fall out the window of the car, and there was Sloan standing around on the sidewalk in front of the Grog Shop. It made me sad, because I missed it and was only twenty feet away, and yet so happy, because hey. Sloan played my town. I didn't know bands I liked even came to Cleveland, let alone bands that are not of this country.

To be honest I'm surprised I even noticed it was them. I'm kind of oblivious.

On that note, I was planning on making this the summer of reading the collected works of the entire Beat Movement, only now I think it's going to be the summer of me writing like there's no tomorrow. I have a novel idea, and it's not even November. It has vampires. And theatre. And... politics. Speaking of politics, I am now a Useful and Productive Member of Society.

YES, THAT'S WRITE. Er, right. I have a job! A PAYING JOB! WHERE THEY PAY ME TO DO STUFF! In this case, filing. And editing, a bit. I don't care that I'm working for family members; they pay me minimum wage just like anyone else. Minimum wage, yeah!

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Autosaved draft from three weeks ago:

Finals are now over, which means NO MORE OF THIS 10th GRADE SHIT FOR ME. On that note, I leave the year with this list.


10 Things I Learned

1) How to drive.
2) What pot smells like at 3 a.m. in France.
3) That my academic career is salvageable solely through AP courses.
4) That archivists are made of win.
5) How much a caffeine withdrawal headache hurts on 3 hours of sleep.
6) One and a half more ways relationships don't work.
7) That bullshit becomes more and more obvious as one's education continues.
8) What an asymptote is. ...Heh. Ass-symptote.
9) That I don't need The Theatre to tell me who to be.
0) Who matters.

Jun. 3rd, 2008

This is why I don't get involved in those high school dramas, especially not during finals week.

I should know better. Blah.

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No pillows for you.

"Thus saith the Lord God, Woe to the women that sew pillows.... Behold, I am against your pillows."

That's all I have to say.

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Why I Am Not Doing My French

Just like the angel that fell, banished forever to hell
Today have I been expelled from high school heaven


I wish.

I don't think I've ever before been angry enough that I played bass so hard it tore one of my callouses right off my finger. And I don't even have a good reason. It's just that I'm going to fail all my classes and go to community college and end up writing crappy haikus for a living and living in a box behind K-Mart.

My French teacher's SmartBoard layouts look like they were designed by a schizophrenic squirrel that collects LSD instead of acorns during a really bad trip. The pointless project she's making me do is virtually impossible, as I do not own a copy of PowerPoint. And now I feel like I'm going to vomit.

I'm thinking about trying to do the early graduation thing. Or at least French by PSEOP.

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Soundtrack of Life Meme

Because Teh Linzy has not called back, so I'm not going to Capoeira, so I'm very, very bored.

Coming soon to a cinema near you...Collapse )

I need a hobby.

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