Emo rants

Hey kids,

So everyone and their mother (yeah, I friended them) has decided to post, so I will do the same.

In the long time that I have not been posting, a lot has happened to me.  So much has happened to me, in fact, that even thinking about remembering it all and writing it down, regardless of how important it is, is too daunting.  I have actually not posted in so long just because every time I was going to, I thought about how long it would have to be and opted to sleep instead.  I will therefore pretend that it did not happen, and the only way you guys will hear about it is if something that happened in that time comes up in conversation.

So for the last few days, I have been sitting in my room and playing wow, with intermittent visits from the guy down my hall.  Since it's dead week, half of the school is gone, but the other half is bored.  Everything is closed, and yet we are still here.  I guess this is a good experiment in seeing who your friends are.  I've decided your friends are those who, when they leave, you wait for them to come back.  Me and Josh (the guy from down the hall) sat in my room for literally 6 hours one day, him wailing on my guitar and my playing wow, waiting.  Mike and Alicia left to New York and Mike wasn't getting back till night the next day, so we waited.  Alicia gets back tomorrow, along with everyone else, and we are still waiting. 


I finally learned how to appreciate reading all of that stuffy fiction we had to read in English a little better, and the hatred that has up until now been burning in my heart for that assignment in Honors American Lit. where we had to mark down every usage of color in the invisible man has subsided a bit.  I wish it was just explained a bit more.  Maybe it's the sort of thing that has to be learned by demonstration to be understood for me.  I plan on re-reading a lot of stuff that I've read before, just to see what I can squeeze out of it now. (This summer, that is)

Class starts the day after tomorrow, and I had a perfect schedule that I made up over break.  It was going to be fantastic.  Then 75% of the classes were full or the time slot in the book didn't exist, so then I had to take new classes.  I've arrived at Econ 251 (Price and allocation theory), Chinese 219 (Popular culture in modern china), Spanish 219 (Humor in Spanish American lit.), and Psychology 222 (Intro to Cognitive psychology).  This is assuming that I can get into psych, because I'm skipping 101 with AP credit, and it won't let me sign up online since it won't factor that in, and I'll have to sort it out tomorrow.  I decided to branch out a bit with a few of these, and not take highschool the sequel (quite as much as before).  There should be a lot less daily work, and a lot more reading this semester.  Hopefully this is what college is really like, and hopefully I'll like it.

My dressing has degenerated so far that I rarely wear anything besides athletic shorts and sweatpants with several holes in them, and random too small t-shirts.  All of this is accompanied knee high gray wool socks and flipflops.  Hopefully I'll have some motivation when class starts to look a little less worthless some of the time, but as of now, I've got nothing to look nice or be uncomfortable for.   [SEGWAY]  I've developed a random hatred for someone, and it really shakes me.  Maybe more on that later, depending on how it pans out.   [SEGWAY] based on Eric Foley's (Your) recent livejournal posts, I would like him (You) a lot.

I promise if I keep posting regularly, they won't be this long.  

Later days kids.

Hey kids,

I'm sitting here and decided to forever capture this moment on my floor on live journal.  Everyone with any friends went out already and is at a party, or getting ready for a party (there is one downstairs with a garden of eden theme).  There are people in my common room trying to have a techno dance party, but all of the guys left/are at home/don't want to be there, so it's a bunch of girls trying to have a good time eating cupcakes, watching "sweet home Alabama" and dancing poorly (which up until now I thought was impossible for girls) to loud Cascada.  I felt bad because I just kinda walked out of the room when music came on and made up some shit about math homework, but then the feeling went away.

I think it's over now.  It's been planned since monday and lasted 12 minutes.  Ima sit quietly now and wait till everyone goes to do their homework or to bed and nab a cupcake.  

Somehow I feel like one could extrapolate this situation out to every event and situation on campus, although I don't know how or why.  Least I get cupcakes.

Later days kids.

Hey kids,

I was just thinking and I decided that it was a good idea to tell you guys some things you might need to know in the event that I see you again.

First of all, I say tru dat now.  I say it a lot.  Sometimes I mumble it after things, sometimes I use it as a reply to things I don't know how to reply to, sometimes I say it when people say something ridiculous, causing them to be like "wait a minute, not tru dat"  I say it after most things that are true and many that aren't so be prepared.

Second of all, I say "there you go" in response to some things on occasion.  Usually it comes after people think out loud.  It usually comes in an encouraging voice, and is never sarcastic.  It also does not mean the same thing as "there you have it" or "QED" in any situation.  It is also never preceded by a "well"

I have started calling things legit and sketchy, and I fear that soon "mad" will be come the adjective of choice.

Other than that everything is gravy. 

Bye kids

I was going to post a really long and angry livejournal post about how I decided that I liked weekdays better than weekends, and then consequently decided that weekdays kinda blow too, and then make it visible only to myself, but then I decided against it in favor of writing this paper I have that is due tomorrow (Yes, saturday).

Fuck college this place blows

Hey kids,

Sorry I haven't been home in a while, but I've been excessively busy with stuff and things.  It's actually gotten to the point where staying up till 5 is the norm for me and 3 hours of sleep is decent.  The only reason I am awake now is I got three extra hours of  sleep on Friday night when i was driving up to Maine and someone on my floor needs help with math homework.

Anyways, I'll recap how college has been going, as much for myself as for you.

Ultimate is great.  I'm not as terrible at it as I normally am at sports, and the people on the team are like a mix of mostly Northside with a hint of swan john and company.  They somehow have the same inside jokes among themselves that we did here, and some that are way more badass.  Also, they are damn good at tossin the fros.  Sankofa is fun, but I don't like the people on the team as much as I like the ultimate people.  They aren't bad, but there is no friendship, like I don't even say hi to them (nor them to me) half of the time that I see them.   Being in it gets me some street cred, but  I figure if I had to choose an activity to stick with between frisbee and Sankofa (as the head honcho of sankofa hinted that I might have to do) it would be the former.  Other stuff that I am in includes SSJ (which I am only in because I have a specific role to do, and I may have to quit at semester or something) .  It is progressive club minus friends, which isn't all bad because we do some good work.  I am actually in charge of getting food together for the hunger banquet and also for making posters. I am also part of the rural literacy project now in which I translate letters into spanish for chilluns at the local elementary school to send to kids in honduras to help them read and things.  I thought I would just be translating letters, but turns out I will be actually teaching kids spanish and having like a posse of 5 kids assigned to me that hang out with me for an hour on fridays.  More than i bargained for but i wont complain.  I got there and they were talking about the program and one kid was like "I wanna be with Felix" and that made me happier than anything else that week. 

I am trying to learn casimir pulaski day on guitar, and it isn't really that hard, but I fear that unless I start lessons next semester, i will quit the guitar for lack of time and stuff.  Today i went to work and was asked to photocopy a 400 page book.  I got 300 done before the printer ran out of paper.  My room reeks of old laundry, damp clothes, stale me, and cold, filthy sterility, and I feel bad whenever someone walks in it.

I finally managed to procure a joint and next weekend I will proceed to light it up  with two people on my floor.  It will be a good time. 

I'm sorry for the laundry list feel to this post, but I figure If i don't write this stuff down I'll never remember it.  Next time I'll try to do more than list off the stuff I've done, but until then....

Later days kids.