I don't know if you know this, but it's Thanksgiving break.
Which means that no, I don't want to do this
Women's Studies paper or
English paper or
English forum or
Linguistics essay or
Italian work or
Psychology project or
theater project.
But I guess, if you're going to be such a dick about it...
Sincerely,
H
11.22.2010
10.21.2010
I think
technically what I'm doing is called "eating your feelings," but I call it making my stomach less lonely.
I'm tired. I'm tired of school, of doing school work, of sitting here acting like any of this shit actually matters when I know that it doesn't. The petty dramas, the waiting by the phone. How could I be so stupid, to expect him to say yes?
Yes, it's about a boy. When is it not, is what I'd like to know? A stupid, ridiculous boy (who just so happens to complement me so perfectly it's amazing). Nope, it can't be about anything meaningful.
It's times like this that I feel like a stranger in my own home. In my very apartment. My roommates look at me like I've lost my mind, and I find myself explaining things away. Oh, I don't mean to say that, I'm just in a bad mood, I didn't sleep much last night, this girl in my class annoyed me, I ate some bad meat, I'm not hungry right now, no I'm not mad at you.
It's all just...ridiculous.
I'm going to go look at Jupiter, now.
I'm tired. I'm tired of school, of doing school work, of sitting here acting like any of this shit actually matters when I know that it doesn't. The petty dramas, the waiting by the phone. How could I be so stupid, to expect him to say yes?
Yes, it's about a boy. When is it not, is what I'd like to know? A stupid, ridiculous boy (who just so happens to complement me so perfectly it's amazing). Nope, it can't be about anything meaningful.
It's times like this that I feel like a stranger in my own home. In my very apartment. My roommates look at me like I've lost my mind, and I find myself explaining things away. Oh, I don't mean to say that, I'm just in a bad mood, I didn't sleep much last night, this girl in my class annoyed me, I ate some bad meat, I'm not hungry right now, no I'm not mad at you.
It's all just...ridiculous.
I'm going to go look at Jupiter, now.
10.19.2010
hungry
At times like this:
When there's no work to do
When I've read the next chapter
When I've checked the items off the list
When I've finished the book.
When I have baked and I have cooked: I am hungry.
Hungry for something else.
Hungry for a new adventure.
Sit, sit, sit on the bench, sure,
But you will never remember
What they took from you.
The working and the reading and the checking and the finishing and the baking and the cooking--
You're not normal, and you hunger
For the words danger danger danger.
When there's no work to do
When I've read the next chapter
When I've checked the items off the list
When I've finished the book.
When I have baked and I have cooked: I am hungry.
Hungry for something else.
Hungry for a new adventure.
Sit, sit, sit on the bench, sure,
But you will never remember
What they took from you.
The working and the reading and the checking and the finishing and the baking and the cooking--
You're not normal, and you hunger
For the words danger danger danger.
10.16.2010
books
Growing up, I was surrounded by books. My parents' house has at least a book shelf per room, and I schlep a few select novels with me every time I come to Athens. My favorite Disney character was Belle, who made literacy look like something to be valued and loved (along with having a kick-ass voice).
Even today, when I spend hundreds of dollars on textbooks, I love them. I love the books that I think are poorly written or the books that have a ridiculous story line. Sad, happy, romantic, suspenseful, long, short...it's a thing that I invest my time in. I spend hours, days, weeks with a book. I know its characters, its typos, the sound the binding makes when I crack it open. I dog-ear the pages, leave them lying open, taking them to the gym with me, and drink (and spill) coffee while reading. My books look like they've survived wars, some with pages missing and others black with my furious ballpoint scribblings. Old and used or new and pristine, a book has a specific smell to it that I always breathe in. I breathe in that book smell and I know that, for at least a few minutes, I'm going to be elsewhere.
When I loan a book to someone, I'm excited. I know it's a bit extreme, but it's almost like having a child and sending it out into the world--you're not sure if it's going to be accepted by everyone it meets, and even though you love it with all of your heart, it might be rejected. Ignored. Hated, even. So when a friend asks me if I know of any good books, I think hard about what they're like and what book would be right for them. What book could I send out to this person and have them accept it for what it is?
Anyway.
Even today, when I spend hundreds of dollars on textbooks, I love them. I love the books that I think are poorly written or the books that have a ridiculous story line. Sad, happy, romantic, suspenseful, long, short...it's a thing that I invest my time in. I spend hours, days, weeks with a book. I know its characters, its typos, the sound the binding makes when I crack it open. I dog-ear the pages, leave them lying open, taking them to the gym with me, and drink (and spill) coffee while reading. My books look like they've survived wars, some with pages missing and others black with my furious ballpoint scribblings. Old and used or new and pristine, a book has a specific smell to it that I always breathe in. I breathe in that book smell and I know that, for at least a few minutes, I'm going to be elsewhere.
When I loan a book to someone, I'm excited. I know it's a bit extreme, but it's almost like having a child and sending it out into the world--you're not sure if it's going to be accepted by everyone it meets, and even though you love it with all of your heart, it might be rejected. Ignored. Hated, even. So when a friend asks me if I know of any good books, I think hard about what they're like and what book would be right for them. What book could I send out to this person and have them accept it for what it is?
Anyway.
9.07.2010
3 weeks in
I absolutely love having an apartment. It's not nearly as bad as last year: I can sleep at the drop of a hat. Sharing a room all of the time was hell on my nerves, but now I've got a room all to myself. A room I can decorate. One with a normal bed that's not a billion feet off the ground. So this is much, much better.
The classes...so far, there still hasn't been anything too difficult, though that tends to build up over the semester. The further along it is, the more work there is, you know. Mainly, there's just a lot of reading involved. Seems pretty humdrum so far.
Friday I went to Pine Mountain with the family because there was a hot air balloon festival. We only went for the one night, when they set the balloons up and did a hot air balloon glow for about 20 minutes (even though it was supposed to be an hour, and they started half an hour early). People were still arriving when it was over, which made me kind of sad. But we got a ton of pictures, and it was just so pretty.
Soon though, it'll be my birthday. And it'll be awesome.
The classes...so far, there still hasn't been anything too difficult, though that tends to build up over the semester. The further along it is, the more work there is, you know. Mainly, there's just a lot of reading involved. Seems pretty humdrum so far.
Friday I went to Pine Mountain with the family because there was a hot air balloon festival. We only went for the one night, when they set the balloons up and did a hot air balloon glow for about 20 minutes (even though it was supposed to be an hour, and they started half an hour early). People were still arriving when it was over, which made me kind of sad. But we got a ton of pictures, and it was just so pretty.
Soon though, it'll be my birthday. And it'll be awesome.
8.20.2010
A Rating of My Classes
Class: Linguistics
Difficulty: None
Professor: Not hot, but funny. Boring at times, since it's easy to drift off to the sound of his voice.
Overall: Excited
Class: ENGL 400
Difficulty: Very
Professor: Cute and funny, very entertaining
Coursework: A shit ton.
Class: Italian
Difficulty: Negative a million
Professor: Woman, but really very nice.
Overall: Another breezy semester of italiano
Class: Women's Studies
Difficulty: As yet to be determined. Syllabus points to very, prof points to medium.
Professor: Bat-shit insane feminist.
Overall: Good God, are you sure it's too late to drop this class?!
Class: Theater
Difficulty: I'm...not sure. Haven't really been told what we're doing. Why?
Professor: A wind-bag. Talks a lot about himself and how he has studied some dying form of Indian performance sign language that only 16 other people study BECAUSE HE'S SO INTO PRESERVING THE ARTS.
Overall: I think I can survive it.
Class: Psychology
Difficulty: Well, there aren't any tests, but the science stuff is going over my head, and that's a big deal these first few weeks since we do have graded assignments on them.
Professor: A 10 out of 10 on the hot scale. Seriously, I don't know how I lucked out with so many hot teachers, since I've only had the one before, but damn. Also, we aren't allowed to call him by his last name. Also, did I mention he doesn't "believe" in tests? Which is just fine, since I don't either.
Overall: Though I did find myself nodding off in class yesterday, like I said, it's because of the science stuff. Once we get past these first few weeks, I think we'll be alright.
So that brings the total to 6 classes, two female profs, two hot guys, one hot TA, and two boring profs. Let's see how it goes.
Difficulty: None
Professor: Not hot, but funny. Boring at times, since it's easy to drift off to the sound of his voice.
Overall: Excited
Class: ENGL 400
Difficulty: Very
Professor: Cute and funny, very entertaining
Coursework: A shit ton.
Class: Italian
Difficulty: Negative a million
Professor: Woman, but really very nice.
Overall: Another breezy semester of italiano
Class: Women's Studies
Difficulty: As yet to be determined. Syllabus points to very, prof points to medium.
Professor: Bat-shit insane feminist.
Overall: Good God, are you sure it's too late to drop this class?!
Class: Theater
Difficulty: I'm...not sure. Haven't really been told what we're doing. Why?
Professor: A wind-bag. Talks a lot about himself and how he has studied some dying form of Indian performance sign language that only 16 other people study BECAUSE HE'S SO INTO PRESERVING THE ARTS.
Overall: I think I can survive it.
Class: Psychology
Difficulty: Well, there aren't any tests, but the science stuff is going over my head, and that's a big deal these first few weeks since we do have graded assignments on them.
Professor: A 10 out of 10 on the hot scale. Seriously, I don't know how I lucked out with so many hot teachers, since I've only had the one before, but damn. Also, we aren't allowed to call him by his last name. Also, did I mention he doesn't "believe" in tests? Which is just fine, since I don't either.
Overall: Though I did find myself nodding off in class yesterday, like I said, it's because of the science stuff. Once we get past these first few weeks, I think we'll be alright.
So that brings the total to 6 classes, two female profs, two hot guys, one hot TA, and two boring profs. Let's see how it goes.
8.19.2010
college: take two
So I'm at UGA. It's cool. Kinda just been bouncing around classes, not really retaining anything. No real work yet, I guess.
Trying to get a job at the school newspaper, which they make freaking ridiculously hard. But that'll be cool.
Also I've exercised twice now. Which is more than I've ever done that before. So hope that works out.
I don't know. Still don't have a job. Working on that, though.
I feel like I should be happy, because life's not that difficult right now, but I'm just so busy worrying about when the other shoe will drop that I can't enjoy it.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
Trying to get a job at the school newspaper, which they make freaking ridiculously hard. But that'll be cool.
Also I've exercised twice now. Which is more than I've ever done that before. So hope that works out.
I don't know. Still don't have a job. Working on that, though.
I feel like I should be happy, because life's not that difficult right now, but I'm just so busy worrying about when the other shoe will drop that I can't enjoy it.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
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