There is something that I don't really understand right now that is going on. While trying to review for World Mythology, I couldn't help but feel unwanted. Maybe it was Ken's presence, or maybe it was because I know I'm different than everyone else here. I'm only one of two people that car pool or use some kind of different form of transportation other than a car of my own.
It's strangely unsettling, especially for a school where there are no groups that separate themselves from any other group. I don't feel welcome anymore. In fact, I feel out of place in the one place that I felt like I belonged to all last year.
My Drawing 3 teacher said that I shouldn't be afraid of fear, and she hopes that our drawing environment wouldn't cause us to be insecure in our ability. It's one thing to have a class where fear isn't a problem, but what about an overall environment? What then does one do when one's entire surrounding is nothing but an uncomfortable void where one has to put on a happy face like a mask in a Kabuki theatre show? What then?
I'm on the dark side of the Ying-Yang circle, and the only white dot of hope right now is my shrinking comfort zone. My last bastion of safety is my fantasy world that I go to oh so many times.
Monday, August 30, 2004
Once Again...
Once again, I woke up without the help of my alarm.
Once again, I got ready for my classes today with little to no effort.
Once again, I feel like this shouldn't happen let alone bother me.
Once again, I masturbated in the shower and felt guilty knowing that I "fucked myself."
Once again, I got ready for my classes today with little to no effort.
Once again, I feel like this shouldn't happen let alone bother me.
Once again, I masturbated in the shower and felt guilty knowing that I "fucked myself."
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Comments on the Closing Ceremony for the 2004 Olympics
I always knew that Greeks, and Europeans in general, knew how to party, but I never knew how infectious it was until now. Another thing I like about the Greeks is that they have the rare ability to laugh at themselves as a culture. I like that in a culture.
When the athletes came out as a mass unit instead of by country, one saw nothing but joy and celebration. To me, this is the scene I have always pictured as the very moment that peace on Earth finally became possible. A moment where there were no wars, no fighting, no conflicts, and no arguing. A real celebration for humanity and what we are. A celebration that we are the same inside.
I look forward to the art, the pageantry, and the games in four years time at Beijing. If their part of the closing ceremony has shown me anything, it has shown me that we are in for one fantastic show in both the opening and closing ceremonies.
Greece should be proud for a job well done. A job done perfectly despite all the challenges that faced the games.
Now for my own personal challenge... getting that image out Michael Phelps in a speedo out of my perverted head.
When the athletes came out as a mass unit instead of by country, one saw nothing but joy and celebration. To me, this is the scene I have always pictured as the very moment that peace on Earth finally became possible. A moment where there were no wars, no fighting, no conflicts, and no arguing. A real celebration for humanity and what we are. A celebration that we are the same inside.
I look forward to the art, the pageantry, and the games in four years time at Beijing. If their part of the closing ceremony has shown me anything, it has shown me that we are in for one fantastic show in both the opening and closing ceremonies.
Greece should be proud for a job well done. A job done perfectly despite all the challenges that faced the games.
Now for my own personal challenge... getting that image out Michael Phelps in a speedo out of my perverted head.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Got Ink? I don't!
After a relatively normal shopping run looking for my text books, I came back home in hopes of printing out my other required text only to find out several flaws.
The first, as the title suggests, is that I ran out of ink. Upon approaching the last thirteen pages of what I am required to read, the ink cartridge went dry. I was told that I wouldn't be able to get one until an hour later when my parents left for church. This means that I had to go along. Fortunately, my dad had to look for something at Wal-Mart, and I got a new cartridge anyway. Two hundred pages later, I ran out again. I tried calling my parents, who were at church, but their cell phones were turned off.(Am I the only one that finds it ironic that the moment I run out of ink printing out passages of the Bible is the exact same moment my parents are at church?)
In any event, I have my required text for next week, but something bugs me.
I reviewed the class schedule for the semester and found that my teacher has yet to e-mail me the other half of the text. I'll talk to him about this come Monday on my way out if I remember, but hopefully he will e-mail the rest of the text so I can print out another two hundred pages and kill yet another ink cartridge!
I should have just bought the text print outs from him at the start of the semester. Stupid, Jonathan. Making things so much harder for you.
The first, as the title suggests, is that I ran out of ink. Upon approaching the last thirteen pages of what I am required to read, the ink cartridge went dry. I was told that I wouldn't be able to get one until an hour later when my parents left for church. This means that I had to go along. Fortunately, my dad had to look for something at Wal-Mart, and I got a new cartridge anyway. Two hundred pages later, I ran out again. I tried calling my parents, who were at church, but their cell phones were turned off.(Am I the only one that finds it ironic that the moment I run out of ink printing out passages of the Bible is the exact same moment my parents are at church?)
In any event, I have my required text for next week, but something bugs me.
I reviewed the class schedule for the semester and found that my teacher has yet to e-mail me the other half of the text. I'll talk to him about this come Monday on my way out if I remember, but hopefully he will e-mail the rest of the text so I can print out another two hundred pages and kill yet another ink cartridge!
I should have just bought the text print outs from him at the start of the semester. Stupid, Jonathan. Making things so much harder for you.
Pains and Voids
I'm not sure if I blogged about this yesterday. I'm pretty sure I didn't.
For the first time I can remember, I actually wanted to do my homework. Not just any homework like the easy ones I have assigned (and there are a couple), but I mean the actual reading portion of my homework that would take me so long to complete.
Well, as fate would have it, I couldn't.
The text that I am required to read for World Mythology is in an e-mail. As part of the requirement, we are to print out each section so we can take notes on them as a form of hard copy.
My problem? No paper.
I spent the entire day trying to figure out what to do after that. Looking back, I should have just gone ahead and worked on the easy assignments that don't involve printing something out of the computer, but strangely enough that's what I wanted to do. That's all I wanted to do. Read and take notes on the text that I am required to print out before Monday.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, I was awoken by a sharp pain in my right calf as a result of stretching this morning. Punishment for waking up so damn early on a Saturday morning? Well, considering I no long watch cartoons as of right now, I think so. This is going to make book shopping that much harder to do, especially the walking part.
The first week isn't even over yet, and I'm complaining like the bitch that I am.
For the first time I can remember, I actually wanted to do my homework. Not just any homework like the easy ones I have assigned (and there are a couple), but I mean the actual reading portion of my homework that would take me so long to complete.
Well, as fate would have it, I couldn't.
The text that I am required to read for World Mythology is in an e-mail. As part of the requirement, we are to print out each section so we can take notes on them as a form of hard copy.
My problem? No paper.
I spent the entire day trying to figure out what to do after that. Looking back, I should have just gone ahead and worked on the easy assignments that don't involve printing something out of the computer, but strangely enough that's what I wanted to do. That's all I wanted to do. Read and take notes on the text that I am required to print out before Monday.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, I was awoken by a sharp pain in my right calf as a result of stretching this morning. Punishment for waking up so damn early on a Saturday morning? Well, considering I no long watch cartoons as of right now, I think so. This is going to make book shopping that much harder to do, especially the walking part.
The first week isn't even over yet, and I'm complaining like the bitch that I am.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Iraq's Bronze Medal Denied by Italy
Having nothing better to do seeing how the homework I wanted to get out of the way involves more printer paper than I have available, I watched the Bronze Medal Men's Soccer match between Italy and Iraq. This is the first, and probably only, event that I've watched during the last two weeks.
Italy won 1-0, and I have to say that they played a good game. Once they scored that goal, the game plan was to just not lose that small lead.
I still feel Iraq should have won the bronze, but unfortunately, that is not to be. Hopefully, their performance in the match will catch the eye of several European and American soccer scouts. There are some great players on the Iraqi side that deserve a better life and the chance to play what brought their country so much hope and joy for the last two weeks.
Italy won 1-0, and I have to say that they played a good game. Once they scored that goal, the game plan was to just not lose that small lead.
I still feel Iraq should have won the bronze, but unfortunately, that is not to be. Hopefully, their performance in the match will catch the eye of several European and American soccer scouts. There are some great players on the Iraqi side that deserve a better life and the chance to play what brought their country so much hope and joy for the last two weeks.
It shouldn't be like this!!
Why? Why am I up this early? I didn't sleep until way into the early morning hours, and yet I still got up and out of bed before 10:00! Why?
On top of that, why was it so hard to enjoy yesterday's poor excuse for freedom knowing I don't have to get up early for classes? Why is it everything I set out to do yesterday for fun wasn't fun at all? I don't want to feel alone when I'm trying to have fun, and yet I was.
This isn't right. I don't know what happened, but I somehow cut myself off from most of the world. My social interaction is that based off of requirements. If I don't have to talk to someone, I don't. I only talk to people if I'm bored and want to kill time. In the later half of the past week, I didn't talk to anyone unless I needed to, be it because it is required for whatever we are doing in class or because of some other business-like reason. My relationship with the world in general is that of hermit crab. I'm always going to be in my shell, even after I outgrow this one. The only time I'll ever talk to people now is if I need to, not because I want to.
What's wrong with me? What am I becoming? Why am I changing again? Why now?
On top of that, why was it so hard to enjoy yesterday's poor excuse for freedom knowing I don't have to get up early for classes? Why is it everything I set out to do yesterday for fun wasn't fun at all? I don't want to feel alone when I'm trying to have fun, and yet I was.
This isn't right. I don't know what happened, but I somehow cut myself off from most of the world. My social interaction is that based off of requirements. If I don't have to talk to someone, I don't. I only talk to people if I'm bored and want to kill time. In the later half of the past week, I didn't talk to anyone unless I needed to, be it because it is required for whatever we are doing in class or because of some other business-like reason. My relationship with the world in general is that of hermit crab. I'm always going to be in my shell, even after I outgrow this one. The only time I'll ever talk to people now is if I need to, not because I want to.
What's wrong with me? What am I becoming? Why am I changing again? Why now?
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Back to My Bum Day
You learn early on in college that you need one day a week to just goof off and be yourself. For most students, that day is always a Friday.
For me, that day is today.
For me, that day is today.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Open Mouth, Insert Foot, Stop Bitching
You know, to me, spending $36 is a lot of money. Why is it a lot of money? Well, for someone that has never had any kind of cash a good portion of their life, $36 could mean the difference between a week's worth of food and starvation (especially if you live anywhere were the standard of living is ungodly high!).
Well, I now have a small list of the most expensive classes I am going to be required to take while in college. All of them suck for one reason or another.
First, there's Black & White Photo. Here we have a class where the main bulk of the money you'll be spending is going to go towards developing chemicals and film. That is if you can't find a cheap manual camera. That's right, no automatic focus cameras are allowed. Estimated cost is about $200 upward if you don't have a camera.
Second is Painting. Apparently, students have to buy tubes of paint in every spectrum of color! No mixing to get green or purple or orange or any other range of color, from what I understand. Total cost is about $500.
Lastly, and probably the most ridiculous of all, is the World Civilization class. The class has a new teacher, and as such, a new set of books to buy. How many? Five. Where can you find them? Only one place, eCampus.com. Why? Because the teacher made it so that was the only place you could ever get the books required for those classes. (And me without a credit card of any kind means that once I have to take that class, I'm out of luck if that is still the case.) On top of that, for some stupid reason, the teacher is requiring to buy a book for the class that he wrote! Okay, I know that being a teacher doesn't pay that well, but to require your own students to buy a book you wrote? What the fuck?! Last I heard, the cost of the books is nearly equal to the tuition of the class, but since everyone that uses eCampus.com is on a financial aid program that covers books, no one seems to care as much. At least the ones I talked to.
So how did I come about this information? I complained about how I had to spend $36 for supplies and how I have no money to get a $14 packet for my World Mythology class should something bad happen to my computer and I am unable to get the text for the next class.
Yes, I got shot down again. Don't worry, I'm used to it.
Well, I now have a small list of the most expensive classes I am going to be required to take while in college. All of them suck for one reason or another.
First, there's Black & White Photo. Here we have a class where the main bulk of the money you'll be spending is going to go towards developing chemicals and film. That is if you can't find a cheap manual camera. That's right, no automatic focus cameras are allowed. Estimated cost is about $200 upward if you don't have a camera.
Second is Painting. Apparently, students have to buy tubes of paint in every spectrum of color! No mixing to get green or purple or orange or any other range of color, from what I understand. Total cost is about $500.
Lastly, and probably the most ridiculous of all, is the World Civilization class. The class has a new teacher, and as such, a new set of books to buy. How many? Five. Where can you find them? Only one place, eCampus.com. Why? Because the teacher made it so that was the only place you could ever get the books required for those classes. (And me without a credit card of any kind means that once I have to take that class, I'm out of luck if that is still the case.) On top of that, for some stupid reason, the teacher is requiring to buy a book for the class that he wrote! Okay, I know that being a teacher doesn't pay that well, but to require your own students to buy a book you wrote? What the fuck?! Last I heard, the cost of the books is nearly equal to the tuition of the class, but since everyone that uses eCampus.com is on a financial aid program that covers books, no one seems to care as much. At least the ones I talked to.
So how did I come about this information? I complained about how I had to spend $36 for supplies and how I have no money to get a $14 packet for my World Mythology class should something bad happen to my computer and I am unable to get the text for the next class.
Yes, I got shot down again. Don't worry, I'm used to it.
Paraguay to face Argentina; Iraq will battle Italy for bronze
From MSNBC:
Well, so much for hoping they would get gold. Now I just hope they will be able to survive Italy for a bronze. If they can achieve that, their country, as well as myself, will be very happy.
The chance for Olympic gold is gone for Iraq's overachieving soccer team, but its players emerged from a semifinal loss with their pride intact and hopes still alive for a bronze medal to delight their beleaguered fans at home.
Well, so much for hoping they would get gold. Now I just hope they will be able to survive Italy for a bronze. If they can achieve that, their country, as well as myself, will be very happy.
I am a Robot
I don't like this feeling I'm having right now. It was way too easy to get my supplies ready for the day. It was way too easy to get up this morning before the alarm was suppose to go off. I don't like it at all. The first week of classes should never be this easy. It wasn't last spring semester. It wasn't last fall semester.
Maybe I'm calling this rather prematurely, but I'm starting to feel like I'm programmed to be this way. Something in my brain has gone off now that school has started, and I am now back into student mode instead of sleeping in until noon.
Still, a part of me is saying that will all change once the semester starts picking up speed. I wish it would explain why my daily routine is so solidified now, but oh well. Can't have all the answers to all the questions.
Maybe I'm calling this rather prematurely, but I'm starting to feel like I'm programmed to be this way. Something in my brain has gone off now that school has started, and I am now back into student mode instead of sleeping in until noon.
Still, a part of me is saying that will all change once the semester starts picking up speed. I wish it would explain why my daily routine is so solidified now, but oh well. Can't have all the answers to all the questions.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
More Class Snap Judgments & Art Supply Shopping
My first class of the day was English Comp. 2, which wasn't all that much a surprise as far as course goes. I knew the teacher, Nancy knew me, and I found out that she made the course harder than the Spring semester's course due to the frustration that was caused by their unwillingness to do the reading. Lucky me, huh? The class atmosphere was that of last years. Sure, there were different students, most of which are having Nancy for the first time as a teacher. Still, the class is pretty much how I remember leaving it back in English Comp. 1.
During my break, I ran into Brett. He's still laid back, still got that same lazy-sounding voice, but the bags under his eyes got bigger apparently. I knew he must have taken Clay 1 before, so I asked him what it was like. In all fairness, he said that the instructor loves to talk and knows everything about anything. The only downside is that he makes bad jokes. Other than that, he's an excellent teacher, and I'll have fun in his class.
Brett couldn't be closer to the truth. My instructor does talk a lot, almost to the point where I want him to shut up. He also is very crafty. He trick all of us into doing some kind of work to help prepare us for the first assignment. He claims that he is not here to teach, but to assist. We are responsible to create whatever we are suppose to create in there using the tools and materials available. If there is anything we cannot handle on our own, that's where he comes in. Talk about being a hands off teacher.
After getting the last few items I needed for my classes, I went over to Plaza, the art store and pencil partner with Watkins, to get my supplies. Thankfully, I didn't need much, and I was only set back $36.12 total. It's a whole lot better than my $80+ total during the spring semester.
Right now, I'm having a poor excuse for a dinner while getting my evening entertainment over and done with. After that, I have homework.
Back to the books for me!
During my break, I ran into Brett. He's still laid back, still got that same lazy-sounding voice, but the bags under his eyes got bigger apparently. I knew he must have taken Clay 1 before, so I asked him what it was like. In all fairness, he said that the instructor loves to talk and knows everything about anything. The only downside is that he makes bad jokes. Other than that, he's an excellent teacher, and I'll have fun in his class.
Brett couldn't be closer to the truth. My instructor does talk a lot, almost to the point where I want him to shut up. He also is very crafty. He trick all of us into doing some kind of work to help prepare us for the first assignment. He claims that he is not here to teach, but to assist. We are responsible to create whatever we are suppose to create in there using the tools and materials available. If there is anything we cannot handle on our own, that's where he comes in. Talk about being a hands off teacher.
After getting the last few items I needed for my classes, I went over to Plaza, the art store and pencil partner with Watkins, to get my supplies. Thankfully, I didn't need much, and I was only set back $36.12 total. It's a whole lot better than my $80+ total during the spring semester.
Right now, I'm having a poor excuse for a dinner while getting my evening entertainment over and done with. After that, I have homework.
Back to the books for me!
Monday, August 23, 2004
Signing My Life Away While Being Brutal to Teachers
Drawing 3 is interesting. First of all, someone in the registration office must have screwed up. I'm still considered a Freshman by my teacher's Drawing 3 roll. Second, as usual, we are required to keep a sketchbook, but it was expressed by the teacher that if we do not wish for the contents to be viewed by anyone, it will not be viewed by anyone. Not even the teacher. Lastly, when critiquing, she asked, in a round-about way, for us to be as honest as we can possibly be about pieces. She expects us to defend our work as well, something I've pretty much fell out of practice of doing thanks to Michelle in Drawing 2.
To practice critiquing, we took a little trip to the campus gallery and critiqued the teacher show that is being installed right now. We were brutal about the three pieces we looked at, but all of our critiques were insightful as well as constructive in trying to understand what the piece is about and its meaning. Much to the delight of our teacher, I must add.
After getting the formalities out of the way, I went back to Financial Aid to sign my life away. It went by faster than I originally thought it would. In fact, I barely spent 20 minutes in their filling out forms and making sure I read all the fine print and things like that.
While waiting, I talked to some people I knew. Mostly about classes and what my snap judgments were. One conversation was about politics (ironically while standing in front of the New Voters Registration table and behind the "Vote for John Kerry" table), and another was a small student business deal in an effort to get the book I need for English Comp. 2 for cheap. (That reminds me. I need to get someone to change out my $50 bill I have in my wallet.)
A pretty simple and easy first day, but that is to be expected. Just wait until day two of these classes.
To practice critiquing, we took a little trip to the campus gallery and critiqued the teacher show that is being installed right now. We were brutal about the three pieces we looked at, but all of our critiques were insightful as well as constructive in trying to understand what the piece is about and its meaning. Much to the delight of our teacher, I must add.
After getting the formalities out of the way, I went back to Financial Aid to sign my life away. It went by faster than I originally thought it would. In fact, I barely spent 20 minutes in their filling out forms and making sure I read all the fine print and things like that.
While waiting, I talked to some people I knew. Mostly about classes and what my snap judgments were. One conversation was about politics (ironically while standing in front of the New Voters Registration table and behind the "Vote for John Kerry" table), and another was a small student business deal in an effort to get the book I need for English Comp. 2 for cheap. (That reminds me. I need to get someone to change out my $50 bill I have in my wallet.)
A pretty simple and easy first day, but that is to be expected. Just wait until day two of these classes.
World Mythology Snap Judgment & Financial Aid Stresses
Well, World Mythology got out rather early. Very early in fact. The teacher, as is routine, gave us the schedule for the semester, and I'm very surprised to learn that 90% of the required reading is going to be e-mailed to us. I only have to buy one book so far, and hopefully I can find it offline. Remember, mom doesn't like buying things off the internet.
Speaking of money, it would appear that I came in at a bad time as far as getting my Student Loan all nice and secured. I missed a required meeting because I was helping my sister move in at Radford. It was an entrance meeting about loans. Well, I had some time to kill just now, but one of the Financial Aid office workers left in a hurry for something and the other one is working with the auditor right now. She penned (not penciled) me in for a 16:00 meeting. Not only is that the time my next class lets out, but it is also the time when another student who missed the same meeting I did is suppose to meet with the Financial Aid office. Nice to know I'm not alone this time around.
So, what do I get to do for the next 30 minutes? That is, besides wait.
Speaking of money, it would appear that I came in at a bad time as far as getting my Student Loan all nice and secured. I missed a required meeting because I was helping my sister move in at Radford. It was an entrance meeting about loans. Well, I had some time to kill just now, but one of the Financial Aid office workers left in a hurry for something and the other one is working with the auditor right now. She penned (not penciled) me in for a 16:00 meeting. Not only is that the time my next class lets out, but it is also the time when another student who missed the same meeting I did is suppose to meet with the Financial Aid office. Nice to know I'm not alone this time around.
So, what do I get to do for the next 30 minutes? That is, besides wait.
The First Day of Classes for 2004 - 2005
As restless as I was last night, I found it uncomfortably easy for me to get back into the routine I left behind once the summer started. It is as if my body was programmed to do get up this early and take a shower and all those things that I'm sure a handful of other students had to do just now to make their 08:00 and 09:00 classes and not smell like they came from a compost.
My first classes are World Mythology and Drawing 3 for the day. I honestly thought those classes were not until Tuesday. I guess it was the heat taking its toll on me from when I helped my sister move in.
I'll blog later tonight after I'm done with my first two classes.
My first classes are World Mythology and Drawing 3 for the day. I honestly thought those classes were not until Tuesday. I guess it was the heat taking its toll on me from when I helped my sister move in.
I'll blog later tonight after I'm done with my first two classes.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
My Sexual Appeal Results
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What's your sexual appeal?
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You attract your partners with your wallflower charms, intelligence, and thirst for knowledge. Chances are you look cute in glasses. You know when to cut loose and this can be exciting and fun for those who manage to meet your high standards.
I bet I took this test before, but at least I know why the fuck I was so horny and drooling over those tanned frat jocks at my sister's college.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
The End of Moving Day
After buying some minor things that my sister needs, Moving Day seems to be coming to a close right now. Her room mate is not in yet (still), but that doesn't really hinder much. After all, the only things she is missing as far as dorm appliances go is a fridge.
In any event, with things slowly coming to a close, classes start on Monday. The Freshmen are getting all the rules and regulations told to them, the returning students are hanging out with friends they haven't seen for the better part of the summer, boyfriends and girlfriends are saying their last good-byes for now (at least those that aren't going to be on the same campus together, and I'm here blogging on my sister's computer in her dorm because we have about an hour to kill until the picnic, which my sister wants us to be a part of. After that, it's one last good night sleep in the hotel room and a six hour drive back to Nashville.
That means that my blog starting Monday will be updated more often than it used to be during the summer, and it will feature nothing more than complaints and stress-related rants of all kind. Given my bottled anger that has been brewing for the last few days, expect some kind of explosion of curse words and the ever present of the phrase "I don't know. I'm an idiot."
I hope that isn't the case, but the only way that will happen is if there is a really nice, really hot, and really down-to-earth guy in one of my classes that fancies me so much that he would move mountains just to spend a weekend with me. Yeah, I know, fat chance in Hell.
In any event, with things slowly coming to a close, classes start on Monday. The Freshmen are getting all the rules and regulations told to them, the returning students are hanging out with friends they haven't seen for the better part of the summer, boyfriends and girlfriends are saying their last good-byes for now (at least those that aren't going to be on the same campus together, and I'm here blogging on my sister's computer in her dorm because we have about an hour to kill until the picnic, which my sister wants us to be a part of. After that, it's one last good night sleep in the hotel room and a six hour drive back to Nashville.
That means that my blog starting Monday will be updated more often than it used to be during the summer, and it will feature nothing more than complaints and stress-related rants of all kind. Given my bottled anger that has been brewing for the last few days, expect some kind of explosion of curse words and the ever present of the phrase "I don't know. I'm an idiot."
I hope that isn't the case, but the only way that will happen is if there is a really nice, really hot, and really down-to-earth guy in one of my classes that fancies me so much that he would move mountains just to spend a weekend with me. Yeah, I know, fat chance in Hell.
Friday, August 20, 2004
"Bite your tongue, Jon."
That's the thought that shot through my head the entire day today as I spent a good 12 hours on my sister's campus helping her move in. The pack mule aspect of it wasn't bad, seeing how I wasn't alone. There were parents, obviously well into their late 40's and 50's, that were lifting and towing things just as heavy as anything we had. It kind of eased the burden knowing I wasn't the only one doing all the grunt work. Still, I couldn't stand the barking commands from my mother. For my sister's sake, I didn't say anything or snap back. This is her day, and what little conflict I can cause should be avoided. I am please to report that was the case.
When I did have some time to myself, I took the camera that my aunt gave me to take some pictures of the campus. She asked me to do so before we left. I took mostly pictures of the art garden and the courtyard fountain. Once I ran out of film, I used mom's camera to take pictures of the other parts of the campus. Unfortunately, the best shot on the entire property was closed to everyone, student and visitors alike. They were putting in a new roof on the 13th floor of the main Freshmen dorm, which is the best view of the campus due to the giant glass wall at the top of the stair well. Oh well, maybe next year.
I also picked up my old habit of people watching. That was a mistake. Why? Well, here's why. About 95% of the Freshmen that I saw were hot. I mean, they were HOT!!! We are talking nicely bronzed frat boy jocks with blond hair and dark sunglasses wearing skin tight tank tops and baggy shorts that practically show what religion they are (if you get my meaning.) It was the first time this entire summer that I can remember right now where I felt like such a whore. I was hoping that at least one of them was gay and that one that was would end up becoming a friend to my sister just so I could get a chance to meet such a hot stud. Yeah, I know, fat chance in hell.
My sister's school is so beautiful. Walking around the campus taking all those pictures made Watkins feel rather small and almost... insignificant. The only thing we have going for us is that the campus has a lake while they don't. Then again, there is a white-water river just on the other side of the street of my sister's dorm. Oh, who am I fooling? I would give up my virginity if I still had it to go to an art college with this kind of campus! It's so peaceful and beautiful. It's filled with a history you can feel just by looking at the brick buildings. And I'm not just saying that as a front the fact that the guys are hot as hell, too. I mean it. I love the trees, the shaded walkways, the large and grassy courtyard, even the bookstore! Too bad I lack the ambition, drive, and motivation to change that.
I'm so jealous for my sister.
I"m going to miss her a lot more than I'm jealous of her, however.
When I did have some time to myself, I took the camera that my aunt gave me to take some pictures of the campus. She asked me to do so before we left. I took mostly pictures of the art garden and the courtyard fountain. Once I ran out of film, I used mom's camera to take pictures of the other parts of the campus. Unfortunately, the best shot on the entire property was closed to everyone, student and visitors alike. They were putting in a new roof on the 13th floor of the main Freshmen dorm, which is the best view of the campus due to the giant glass wall at the top of the stair well. Oh well, maybe next year.
I also picked up my old habit of people watching. That was a mistake. Why? Well, here's why. About 95% of the Freshmen that I saw were hot. I mean, they were HOT!!! We are talking nicely bronzed frat boy jocks with blond hair and dark sunglasses wearing skin tight tank tops and baggy shorts that practically show what religion they are (if you get my meaning.) It was the first time this entire summer that I can remember right now where I felt like such a whore. I was hoping that at least one of them was gay and that one that was would end up becoming a friend to my sister just so I could get a chance to meet such a hot stud. Yeah, I know, fat chance in hell.
My sister's school is so beautiful. Walking around the campus taking all those pictures made Watkins feel rather small and almost... insignificant. The only thing we have going for us is that the campus has a lake while they don't. Then again, there is a white-water river just on the other side of the street of my sister's dorm. Oh, who am I fooling? I would give up my virginity if I still had it to go to an art college with this kind of campus! It's so peaceful and beautiful. It's filled with a history you can feel just by looking at the brick buildings. And I'm not just saying that as a front the fact that the guys are hot as hell, too. I mean it. I love the trees, the shaded walkways, the large and grassy courtyard, even the bookstore! Too bad I lack the ambition, drive, and motivation to change that.
I'm so jealous for my sister.
I"m going to miss her a lot more than I'm jealous of her, however.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Jealous More Than Before
I just got a preview of my sister's campus area.
Oh. My. God.
I am jealous now like nothing before. For some reason, the only thing my campus has going for it is that we have a lake. My sister is fully covered with beautiful foliage, is within walking distance from anything and everything the average college student could need, and on top of that, the guys that were out jogging late this afternoon were hot!
I guess this is us breaking even. My sister was slightly jealous over the fact that I was able to have a "normal" high school experience seeing how she attended a magnet school. Now it's my turn because my sister is going to live the college life that I missed out on because all the other colleges turned me down based on my portfolio! She gets a dorm, a roommate, and a beautiful campus with beautiful potential mates.
Okay, enough thinking with my "second head." I need to get back to the room.
Oh. My. God.
I am jealous now like nothing before. For some reason, the only thing my campus has going for it is that we have a lake. My sister is fully covered with beautiful foliage, is within walking distance from anything and everything the average college student could need, and on top of that, the guys that were out jogging late this afternoon were hot!
I guess this is us breaking even. My sister was slightly jealous over the fact that I was able to have a "normal" high school experience seeing how she attended a magnet school. Now it's my turn because my sister is going to live the college life that I missed out on because all the other colleges turned me down based on my portfolio! She gets a dorm, a roommate, and a beautiful campus with beautiful potential mates.
Okay, enough thinking with my "second head." I need to get back to the room.
Blogging from Virginia
It's times like these I'm glad there are hotels out there that have free internet.
So, yes, I'm in Virginia right now. Why? To help my sister move into her dorm. I'm not looking forward to being treated like a pack mule. The real reason I'm here isn't for the free labor, but because my sister wanted me to come along to see her school.
However, there is one other thing I'm not looking forward to. The loneliness that will follow this. My sister has been the only thing that has killed whatever lonely feelings I've had over the summer. She's the only one that acts like she listens whenever I talk about things I know she could care less about. It's going to be very lonely without her around, and I'm going to miss her more than she will miss home.
She doesn't know this yet, but I'm sure she'll see it.
The entire road trip out here, I didn't eat. I tried to sleep, but that was an impossibility. The seat belt felt like a leathery saw pressing against my neck whenever I would slip back into consciousness. And after watching so many murder mysteries involving beheadings late in the night, that didn't help me feel all that comfortable.
This is probably going to be the last blog from a while, or at least until school starts. Too bad I can't waste hours away on Gaia while I'm here at the hotel. I only have a 15 minute window on this machine. So much for trying to get the 8,000 gold I need for next month's Donation Item. (Don't worry if you don't know what I'm talking about.)
So, yes, I'm in Virginia right now. Why? To help my sister move into her dorm. I'm not looking forward to being treated like a pack mule. The real reason I'm here isn't for the free labor, but because my sister wanted me to come along to see her school.
However, there is one other thing I'm not looking forward to. The loneliness that will follow this. My sister has been the only thing that has killed whatever lonely feelings I've had over the summer. She's the only one that acts like she listens whenever I talk about things I know she could care less about. It's going to be very lonely without her around, and I'm going to miss her more than she will miss home.
She doesn't know this yet, but I'm sure she'll see it.
The entire road trip out here, I didn't eat. I tried to sleep, but that was an impossibility. The seat belt felt like a leathery saw pressing against my neck whenever I would slip back into consciousness. And after watching so many murder mysteries involving beheadings late in the night, that didn't help me feel all that comfortable.
This is probably going to be the last blog from a while, or at least until school starts. Too bad I can't waste hours away on Gaia while I'm here at the hotel. I only have a 15 minute window on this machine. So much for trying to get the 8,000 gold I need for next month's Donation Item. (Don't worry if you don't know what I'm talking about.)
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Friday, August 13, 2004
A Review of The 2004 Olympic Opening Ceremony
As is normally customary in the Olympic games, the Opening Ceremony is suppose to be an artistic and very elegant pageant displayed by the host country, normally with the intent to educate those from other countries whom have come to compete.
And as such, I will review all the artistic aspects that I have witnessed.
The first part of the opening ceremony my Art History teacher would love to death. It depicts the origins of the Greek culture and displays them in what must be the most beautiful example of living paintings I have ever seen! For those of you that do not know what that means, a living painting is when actors and actresses dress up in costumes specifically colored and designed to look like a painting or a statue. This is a common thing you see in theme parks, most noticeably in Walt Disney World's Epcot. However, the display that I saw tonight blows what Epcot has right out of the water. Hell, it even blows some major Broadway shows out of the water! Simply put, each float represented a different art style from the primitive to the Bezintiene to Classical Realism, and each float represented some key part of Greek history that happened during that art period.
Then the most amazing laser/light show closed this act.
In an artistic representation of the future, as well as a symbolic representation that at the very molecular level all humans are the same, a giant hologram of a DNA strain was projected in the center of the stadium. From up all the close-up shots, all you saw were the laser beams and the mist that engulfed the stadium floor. From the wide shots, what I saw blew me away. I saw, for the first time ever, an open-air hologram projection that looked solid and almost tangible. The entire time, I was yelling "How did they do that?! How in the world are they doing that?!"
Needless to say, I expect this technology to be in the aforementioned theme parks within the next 10 years... or at least in the Tokyo Disney Resort in the next five.
Before the lighting of the torch, Bjork sang one of her artsy ballads. I'm not a fan of Bjork's music, for one, but I wasn't aware that her fashion choices is what made her notorious to anyone that is a fan of popular media. (Something about a swan dress at some awards show.) In any event, that preceding knowledge ended up being another mind-blowing moment for me. The main part of her dress is over 30,000 square feet in material, and was designed to cover the entire stadium floor after The Parade of Nations. Why? From the blimp shot, her dress, when unfolded, made an image of the world. This was thanks in part to the placements of the athletes after The Parade of Nations. That is definitely a one-time dress.
Overall, I am blown away with the presentation. They out did Sydney, and Hong Kong has a rather high bar to reach for in four years times. I look forward to the closing ceremony (AKA The Olympic Party) with the hope that it will be just as beautiful and ten-times more fun than anything I've ever seen televised. I will not be watching any of the events. Why? During The Parade of Nations, I realized one truth.
If you play any kind of summer sport and play it well, chances are high that you will be really up there on the hottie scale. Why do they always pick the good looking athletes to be the ones carrying their nation's flag?
And as such, I will review all the artistic aspects that I have witnessed.
The first part of the opening ceremony my Art History teacher would love to death. It depicts the origins of the Greek culture and displays them in what must be the most beautiful example of living paintings I have ever seen! For those of you that do not know what that means, a living painting is when actors and actresses dress up in costumes specifically colored and designed to look like a painting or a statue. This is a common thing you see in theme parks, most noticeably in Walt Disney World's Epcot. However, the display that I saw tonight blows what Epcot has right out of the water. Hell, it even blows some major Broadway shows out of the water! Simply put, each float represented a different art style from the primitive to the Bezintiene to Classical Realism, and each float represented some key part of Greek history that happened during that art period.
Then the most amazing laser/light show closed this act.
In an artistic representation of the future, as well as a symbolic representation that at the very molecular level all humans are the same, a giant hologram of a DNA strain was projected in the center of the stadium. From up all the close-up shots, all you saw were the laser beams and the mist that engulfed the stadium floor. From the wide shots, what I saw blew me away. I saw, for the first time ever, an open-air hologram projection that looked solid and almost tangible. The entire time, I was yelling "How did they do that?! How in the world are they doing that?!"
Needless to say, I expect this technology to be in the aforementioned theme parks within the next 10 years... or at least in the Tokyo Disney Resort in the next five.
Before the lighting of the torch, Bjork sang one of her artsy ballads. I'm not a fan of Bjork's music, for one, but I wasn't aware that her fashion choices is what made her notorious to anyone that is a fan of popular media. (Something about a swan dress at some awards show.) In any event, that preceding knowledge ended up being another mind-blowing moment for me. The main part of her dress is over 30,000 square feet in material, and was designed to cover the entire stadium floor after The Parade of Nations. Why? From the blimp shot, her dress, when unfolded, made an image of the world. This was thanks in part to the placements of the athletes after The Parade of Nations. That is definitely a one-time dress.
Overall, I am blown away with the presentation. They out did Sydney, and Hong Kong has a rather high bar to reach for in four years times. I look forward to the closing ceremony (AKA The Olympic Party) with the hope that it will be just as beautiful and ten-times more fun than anything I've ever seen televised. I will not be watching any of the events. Why? During The Parade of Nations, I realized one truth.
If you play any kind of summer sport and play it well, chances are high that you will be really up there on the hottie scale. Why do they always pick the good looking athletes to be the ones carrying their nation's flag?
The Sporting Event of All Sporting Events
(And I'm not talking about the Final Four, the Superbowl, or the Stanley Cup Finals.)
The 2004 Olympics opening ceremony airs tonight, and I didn't even know it. I guess that's a good thing seeing as how the past winter Olympics I only watched the opening and the closing ceremonies.
I also should avoid watching any of the televised wrestling matches. I think you know why.
Go USA!
And congratulations to Iraq on their win against Portugal in soccer!
The 2004 Olympics opening ceremony airs tonight, and I didn't even know it. I guess that's a good thing seeing as how the past winter Olympics I only watched the opening and the closing ceremonies.
I also should avoid watching any of the televised wrestling matches. I think you know why.
Go USA!
And congratulations to Iraq on their win against Portugal in soccer!
What I Did on my Summer Vacation
With most students finishing their first week of school later today in my region, if not starting school this coming Monday, I have decided, due to my insomniatic behavior at the moment, to blog the most stereotypical short essay imaginable. Emphasis on the word "short."
So what did I do on my summer vacation?
I produced two pieces of art work.
I spent most of my creative outlet on tycoon games.
I made fake money in two different online sites.
I watched TV for the first time since starting college.
Translation.
I produced two pieces of art work.
I played video games all day.
I didn't work a damn second and complained about being poor to myself for the most part.
I practically brought the sin of Sloth to a new level of low.
At least I produced some art.
So what did I do on my summer vacation?
I produced two pieces of art work.
I spent most of my creative outlet on tycoon games.
I made fake money in two different online sites.
I watched TV for the first time since starting college.
Translation.
I produced two pieces of art work.
I played video games all day.
I didn't work a damn second and complained about being poor to myself for the most part.
I practically brought the sin of Sloth to a new level of low.
At least I produced some art.
Thursday, August 12, 2004
If 9/11 Didn't Happen
I was checking my mail and message boards that I am a member of when I saw an interesting post by the owner and creator of BG East.
Turns out that Kid Leopard (KL for short) had to put printing the last catalog of gay wrestling videos on hold while he was working heavily with the Democratic National Convention (DNC) and the National Stonewall Convention.
Now, I know what you are thinking. Why would a small, gay wrestling company be so involved with the DNC to push back a catalog, and ultimately their business if not their profits for the month?
The strange thing is, I agree with him. Think about it. Right now, most uneducated (myself included) people able to vote are not going to vote for Bush because he is a bad leader. The fact that 9/11 happened followed by the Iraq battles/wars is overshadowing all the issues that get me upset, gay marriages and the amendment of The Constitution to include, what appears to be, a moral value.
If I may go Sci-Fi for a moment, it is very possible that somewhere in an alternate universe, 9/11 did not happen. Osama bin Laden is still in hiding, and probably never became a household name. To further push the envelope, in this alternate timeline, Saddam is still in power. Election time is coming up, just like how it is for us, and the issues now that are on the table are not if Bush was right in blowing up a good chunk of Iraq or how he is dealing with homeland security. No, in this alternate universe, those things are not hovering over everyone's head because they never happened. In fact, the issue at hand in this alternate reality is if gays and lesbians should be married or not.
I never thought I'd say this, but thank God that 9/11 actually happened.
Turns out that Kid Leopard (KL for short) had to put printing the last catalog of gay wrestling videos on hold while he was working heavily with the Democratic National Convention (DNC) and the National Stonewall Convention.
Now, I know what you are thinking. Why would a small, gay wrestling company be so involved with the DNC to push back a catalog, and ultimately their business if not their profits for the month?
If 9/11 hadn't happened the Bushite Bible-thumpers would have spent a great deal more time going after businesses and interests like ours. And this election would have been about alot more than "values" and gay marriage.
The strange thing is, I agree with him. Think about it. Right now, most uneducated (myself included) people able to vote are not going to vote for Bush because he is a bad leader. The fact that 9/11 happened followed by the Iraq battles/wars is overshadowing all the issues that get me upset, gay marriages and the amendment of The Constitution to include, what appears to be, a moral value.
If I may go Sci-Fi for a moment, it is very possible that somewhere in an alternate universe, 9/11 did not happen. Osama bin Laden is still in hiding, and probably never became a household name. To further push the envelope, in this alternate timeline, Saddam is still in power. Election time is coming up, just like how it is for us, and the issues now that are on the table are not if Bush was right in blowing up a good chunk of Iraq or how he is dealing with homeland security. No, in this alternate universe, those things are not hovering over everyone's head because they never happened. In fact, the issue at hand in this alternate reality is if gays and lesbians should be married or not.
I never thought I'd say this, but thank God that 9/11 actually happened.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Anti-gay Keyes against Obama for Illinois senator
From Yahoo! News:
If you live in Illinois and are reading this (doubtful), please do me a favor and vote for Obama.
Conservative Maryland broadcaster Alan Keyes has accepted the Illinois Republicans' urging to run against Democrat Barack Obama, setting up the first U.S. Senate election with a black candidate representing each major party. Ethnic identity is about the only thing shared by Obama and Keyes, who differ dramatically on issues of -- among others -- abortion rights, gun rights and gay rights.
On GLBT issues, Obama has been consistent with the Democratic platform, supporting domestic partnership laws granting many marriage benefits to gay and lesbian couples.
Keyes, however, has been a vocal opponent of all gay rights for more than a decade.
If you live in Illinois and are reading this (doubtful), please do me a favor and vote for Obama.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
The Pain of Being Alone Again
I was going to rant about how I hate being alone, but at the last second I decided to keep this short seeing as how the rants seem to be the same.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
The last thing I want is the one thing I need.
It's been a while since I've had a crush on anyone. The last one was Jason from school. Since then, there hasn't been much of anyone to cause me to swoon over them. In fact, there have only been occasions where I felt angry, depressed, or outright jealous of anyone in the media. (If they or anyone connected to them is reading this, I think they know who matches which emotion.) If you remember, it even caused me to wonder about my own sexuality due to a lack of attraction to anyone.
Well, for the last six hours or so, I've been working on another amateur art project that I plan to sell via my dad's snack shop. To keep myself from going insane, I turned on the Disney Channel.
Then it happened again. And with this guy.
Ricky Ullman
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. He isn't blond, and he looks more like a prep student rather than a skater punk or a wrestler kid. However, for some reason, I found him cute and attractive while his Disney Channel movie was on in the background. Turns out that's all it takes for me to develop a crush. I quickly tried to go back to work, but I found it difficult to concentrate with his face flashing all over the screen. I found it more difficult to do my work without it on, however.
I don't need another celebrity crush. The first one was great, the second one was hurtful, and the third one made me feel even worst after that. There is a fourth celebrity, but I don't consider it a crush of any kind. If anything, it was more like a longing to be friends with him (like that will happen ever again).
I don't want to be in love. It hurts too much to be worth it.
Well, for the last six hours or so, I've been working on another amateur art project that I plan to sell via my dad's snack shop. To keep myself from going insane, I turned on the Disney Channel.
Then it happened again. And with this guy.
Ricky Ullman
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. He isn't blond, and he looks more like a prep student rather than a skater punk or a wrestler kid. However, for some reason, I found him cute and attractive while his Disney Channel movie was on in the background. Turns out that's all it takes for me to develop a crush. I quickly tried to go back to work, but I found it difficult to concentrate with his face flashing all over the screen. I found it more difficult to do my work without it on, however.
I don't need another celebrity crush. The first one was great, the second one was hurtful, and the third one made me feel even worst after that. There is a fourth celebrity, but I don't consider it a crush of any kind. If anything, it was more like a longing to be friends with him (like that will happen ever again).
I don't want to be in love. It hurts too much to be worth it.
Friday, August 06, 2004
A Review on Hildalgo
My aunt and my sister both bought their own copy of the DVD. Since I am unable to touch any of my sister's things (as every big brother is suppose to do), I borrowed my aunt's copy.
What is there left to say about the movie after watching it? What can be said about it that hasn't already been said before? They struck gold with this one. I don't remember ever seeing a live action movie before with this much heart in it. There is so much to appreciate from the way the film is done. The courage displayed, the honesty in how one lives their life, and above all else, the ability to show the world that you have what it takes to be just as good if not better than those whom are already on top.
An inspiring film. Go out and buy a copy. It's not just another horse movie. It's more than that. It's a story that I have not seen in a long time, one with a heart.
What is there left to say about the movie after watching it? What can be said about it that hasn't already been said before? They struck gold with this one. I don't remember ever seeing a live action movie before with this much heart in it. There is so much to appreciate from the way the film is done. The courage displayed, the honesty in how one lives their life, and above all else, the ability to show the world that you have what it takes to be just as good if not better than those whom are already on top.
An inspiring film. Go out and buy a copy. It's not just another horse movie. It's more than that. It's a story that I have not seen in a long time, one with a heart.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Jesus is back...
...and not only does he live in Minnesota, but apparently he blessed Bush during his campaign trail.
Photo available at Yahoo!
Photo available at Yahoo!
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Most Popular DVDs
From My Yahoo!:
Kind of funny how the two top selling DVDs are not even out yet. Passion doesn't come out until Aug. 31, and the Star Wars box set is not suppose to come out until September, I believe.
Week of 06/28/2004
- The Passion of The Christ
- Star Wars Trilogy
- The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
Kind of funny how the two top selling DVDs are not even out yet. Passion doesn't come out until Aug. 31, and the Star Wars box set is not suppose to come out until September, I believe.
Something Feels Off
Have you ever woken up in the morning only to feel like something is wrong, but you cannot place what? Well, that's what I did for the last hour. I laid in bed feeling like something was wrong, but I couldn't place what. I still can't, but I know it has something to do with my mind and the memories that are hidden within.
I dreamed about two people I haven't thought about, one for the last few days thanks to finding out how addictive RollerCoaster Tycoon once again and the other I haven't thought about since my Junior year in high school.
The first person was Dan. I didn't actually see him in my dream, but I saw his apartment. A very different set up than when I left him. It was cleaner, more organized, and the bathroom was part of the room's range island (which I believe was cool and I should ask one of the Interior Design students to give me a rough as to how the floor plan would work with that). Stranger still was the fact that in his bedroom was a small pet cockiteal. In the corner sat its cage in a paper bag, with only the pointy house-like top sticking out. The bird was rather tame, eating out of a flat dish of seeds without any paper around it for it to poop on (as if paper training birds were possible). I started to pet it for a while, and it just looked at me as if I as some petting zoo patron before going back to his dinner. Then Dan's answering machine went off, and I found out that apparently he has his own business and is partners with some person named Linda. Concluding that he wasn't going to be home for a while, I started to walk out of Dan's apartment, but was greeted at the door by an attractive African-American delivery boy. He said that he was there to deliver a couch and to fuck the owner of the apartment. I politely said I wasn't interested because I was going to be late for night classes.
The second person was Brian Allison. He was a strawberry blond/brunette skater raver that I knew and fell for during the worst part of my Sophomore year in high school. Yes, he was straight. I came across him in my dream while walking to class. All around me were students of different ethnic backgrounds, and out of the blue comes Brian. He was moody and sounding like he hated that I was even around him, telling me off by saying something along the line of how I should appreciate the diversity around me. Then two raver girls came out of nowhere and started chatting with him about a party.
The dream continued after that with the normal quirks of any dreams like being able to jump really high but unable to walk forward an inch. But, unlike a normal dream, I woke up feeling something was off.
Then I remembered that I needed to install a Suspended Monorail shuttle before trying to install a Dueling Flying Coaster. Hey, what can I say? I may be a poor artist that has very little money to create anything I really want to, but at least I know how to get my mind off my worries.
I dreamed about two people I haven't thought about, one for the last few days thanks to finding out how addictive RollerCoaster Tycoon once again and the other I haven't thought about since my Junior year in high school.
The first person was Dan. I didn't actually see him in my dream, but I saw his apartment. A very different set up than when I left him. It was cleaner, more organized, and the bathroom was part of the room's range island (which I believe was cool and I should ask one of the Interior Design students to give me a rough as to how the floor plan would work with that). Stranger still was the fact that in his bedroom was a small pet cockiteal. In the corner sat its cage in a paper bag, with only the pointy house-like top sticking out. The bird was rather tame, eating out of a flat dish of seeds without any paper around it for it to poop on (as if paper training birds were possible). I started to pet it for a while, and it just looked at me as if I as some petting zoo patron before going back to his dinner. Then Dan's answering machine went off, and I found out that apparently he has his own business and is partners with some person named Linda. Concluding that he wasn't going to be home for a while, I started to walk out of Dan's apartment, but was greeted at the door by an attractive African-American delivery boy. He said that he was there to deliver a couch and to fuck the owner of the apartment. I politely said I wasn't interested because I was going to be late for night classes.
The second person was Brian Allison. He was a strawberry blond/brunette skater raver that I knew and fell for during the worst part of my Sophomore year in high school. Yes, he was straight. I came across him in my dream while walking to class. All around me were students of different ethnic backgrounds, and out of the blue comes Brian. He was moody and sounding like he hated that I was even around him, telling me off by saying something along the line of how I should appreciate the diversity around me. Then two raver girls came out of nowhere and started chatting with him about a party.
The dream continued after that with the normal quirks of any dreams like being able to jump really high but unable to walk forward an inch. But, unlike a normal dream, I woke up feeling something was off.
Then I remembered that I needed to install a Suspended Monorail shuttle before trying to install a Dueling Flying Coaster. Hey, what can I say? I may be a poor artist that has very little money to create anything I really want to, but at least I know how to get my mind off my worries.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
A New Countdown Begins
Mark your calendars, college students. You have three Sundays left before you have to hit the books.
That is if you aren't stupidly rich and can afford to buy back you lost time and work like the entire Pacific Asian Education Elite is lock up inside your brain.
That is if you aren't stupidly rich and can afford to buy back you lost time and work like the entire Pacific Asian Education Elite is lock up inside your brain.
