But when we wake
It's all been erased
Message on MySpace from one Jason of Seattle, WA.
"Hey what's up? I'm Jason. Your profile caught my eye, so I thought I'd drop a line. I just got out of a serious relationship, so for now I'm mainly looking for something physical. If you're interested, I'd love to here from you. Write back.
Peace. Jason."
I don't think I've quite come to all of the conclusions regarding smoking, but I'm beginning to feel that they're just too gross to continue with. Hopefully this Jason guy will give me the last answers.
Speaking of answers, these are answers to unspoken questions:
My thesis. Ugh. Weezer. <3
The world needs... more philosophers.
Slate gray.
There's a chill time? o_o; I'm always writing.
Cider from Uncle Elizabeth's. Josiah's skin when he hasn't quite woken up yet. The air outside when there aren't too many cars on the road and it's been raining and freezing cold for days.
How safe I feel.
And so it seems
Only in dreams
11.17.2004
But just don't deceive me
Sat in one place with Lael for five hours. She smoked, I jotted down notes and worked up the courage to buy my own. I needed to be sure. I had forgotten, and I needed to know, it being going on eight years now.
It's disgusting.
It's absolutely disgusting.
Although I did buy myself a nifty lighter out of the whole thing.
*plays with lighter*
She told me about something I didn't know. I didn't know what to think so I just asked him when I got home, but he told me I didn't want to be miserable, so not right then. Go to sleep. I thought you were trying to sleep.
Are you asleep yet?
Cornelius' music is streaming from Winamp right now; I watch his name scroll back and forth and watch the colors change and the oscilloscope shake violently. He thinks it's so ugly, but at least I got him back into his layered beats. He'd picked up the guitar too. Clips of his music float around in the playlist like bits of seaweed.
*pinches the bridge of her nose*
What else don't I know? What else do I have to ask someone else about?
I hate shit like this.
Sat in one place with Lael for five hours. She smoked, I jotted down notes and worked up the courage to buy my own. I needed to be sure. I had forgotten, and I needed to know, it being going on eight years now.
It's disgusting.
It's absolutely disgusting.
Although I did buy myself a nifty lighter out of the whole thing.
*plays with lighter*
She told me about something I didn't know. I didn't know what to think so I just asked him when I got home, but he told me I didn't want to be miserable, so not right then. Go to sleep. I thought you were trying to sleep.
Are you asleep yet?
Cornelius' music is streaming from Winamp right now; I watch his name scroll back and forth and watch the colors change and the oscilloscope shake violently. He thinks it's so ugly, but at least I got him back into his layered beats. He'd picked up the guitar too. Clips of his music float around in the playlist like bits of seaweed.
*pinches the bridge of her nose*
What else don't I know? What else do I have to ask someone else about?
I hate shit like this.
11.14.2004
...Oh, Kyle.
I came across that quote that you're always telling people is so true. You know the one:
"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when their pool of blood edges up too close."
Well, the entire quote is as follows:
"And another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
And it's not yours. It's from Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Yes, the author of Fight Club.
You've completely lost your credibility.
I came across that quote that you're always telling people is so true. You know the one:
"No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when their pool of blood edges up too close."
Well, the entire quote is as follows:
"And another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close."
And it's not yours. It's from Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Yes, the author of Fight Club.
You've completely lost your credibility.
11.12.2004
11.09.2004
11.07.2004
Changes to the changed plans regarding The Road Trip.
Participants and locations:
+ Kristoff, Colorado Springs, CO
+ Duffy*, Colorado Springs, CO
+ Ollie, Sacramento, CA
+ Sawa, Seattle, WA
+ Taisa, Seattle, WA
*Not Duffey from TFS
Estimated arrival/departure times:
Start: Colorado Springs, CO - 12/26 (Kristoff & Duffy)
Destination: Sacramento, CA - 12/27 to 12/29 (Ollie added)
Destination: Seattle, WA - 12/29 to 1/1 (Sawa & Taisa added)
Destination: Secret - 12/31 (Surprise visit)
End: Vancouver, BC - 1/1 to 1/5 (Main Goal)
(Subject to change, obviously)
I'll put this up on the side bar for reference. <3
Participants and locations:
+ Kristoff, Colorado Springs, CO
+ Duffy*, Colorado Springs, CO
+ Ollie, Sacramento, CA
+ Sawa, Seattle, WA
+ Taisa, Seattle, WA
*Not Duffey from TFS
Estimated arrival/departure times:
Start: Colorado Springs, CO - 12/26 (Kristoff & Duffy)
Destination: Sacramento, CA - 12/27 to 12/29 (Ollie added)
Destination: Seattle, WA - 12/29 to 1/1 (Sawa & Taisa added)
Destination: Secret - 12/31 (Surprise visit)
End: Vancouver, BC - 1/1 to 1/5 (Main Goal)
(Subject to change, obviously)
I'll put this up on the side bar for reference. <3
11.06.2004
I got this really stupid urge to buy eyeliner, so I did. I have charcoal and black and midnight blue and ice blue now. Maybe it's the fact that I like drawing on myself, and this is a socially acceptable way of doing so. Whatever it was, I created this neat little design around my eyes that made them look like little fishes, complete with fins. :o
Woke up at 10am today. Mom called me, told me she was going to be shopping at Pacific Place and asked me if I'd like to join her.
It was wonderful.
Found a pea coat I am in love with that's $210. I'll be getting that later this month, probably after Thanksgiving as celebration for finishing the 50,000 words for NaNo.
Also found a stupidly expensive scarf that is very nice indeed. It's this fucked up line of bluey not-yet-spun yarn woven in a really strange way with other bluey thin woven pieces. All sorts of blue bluenessssss... Also, it's soft.
We talked about Bush, economics and the swinging back and forth of things. I went on a rampage about supply-side economy and the Bush Sr. administration. We also talked about how people don't realize that there's a different between religiously recognized marriage and state recognized marriage, how churches currently have the power to turn anyone they don't want away, since they're private organizations, and that the government has no power over religious institutions.
I also raved for a bit about how much I hate this fucking country. I admit to being an isolationist; I absolutely do not believe that anyone has the authority to go outside of their boundaries and disrupt other countries in the name of keeping themselves and everyone else safe. I can't stand living in a nation that thinks of itself as the oldest sibling of all other nations on the planet.
Mm hmm.
Oh yeah, and the books I got. I broke down and got the ABRIDGED version of Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire because the unabridged version was too expensive and also Barnes & Noble didn't have it. ;_; And then I got more Vidal and Jon Stewart's new book and bought Josiah something I don't know the name of. And why is it that they don't carry any William S. Burroughs? >:
Anyway I decided that I would enjoy going back to dying my hair black because Adrienne is WAY too lazy to have kept up the 28-day cycle of rebleaching and redying and retouching that I had to do with blue. It was pricey too, and I'd rather have the extra money for, say, more books or clothes or whatever. So black-in-a-box it is.
Shit, I haven't written today.
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Woke up at 10am today. Mom called me, told me she was going to be shopping at Pacific Place and asked me if I'd like to join her.
It was wonderful.
Found a pea coat I am in love with that's $210. I'll be getting that later this month, probably after Thanksgiving as celebration for finishing the 50,000 words for NaNo.
Also found a stupidly expensive scarf that is very nice indeed. It's this fucked up line of bluey not-yet-spun yarn woven in a really strange way with other bluey thin woven pieces. All sorts of blue bluenessssss... Also, it's soft.
We talked about Bush, economics and the swinging back and forth of things. I went on a rampage about supply-side economy and the Bush Sr. administration. We also talked about how people don't realize that there's a different between religiously recognized marriage and state recognized marriage, how churches currently have the power to turn anyone they don't want away, since they're private organizations, and that the government has no power over religious institutions.
I also raved for a bit about how much I hate this fucking country. I admit to being an isolationist; I absolutely do not believe that anyone has the authority to go outside of their boundaries and disrupt other countries in the name of keeping themselves and everyone else safe. I can't stand living in a nation that thinks of itself as the oldest sibling of all other nations on the planet.
Mm hmm.
Oh yeah, and the books I got. I broke down and got the ABRIDGED version of Gibbon's Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire because the unabridged version was too expensive and also Barnes & Noble didn't have it. ;_; And then I got more Vidal and Jon Stewart's new book and bought Josiah something I don't know the name of. And why is it that they don't carry any William S. Burroughs? >:
Anyway I decided that I would enjoy going back to dying my hair black because Adrienne is WAY too lazy to have kept up the 28-day cycle of rebleaching and redying and retouching that I had to do with blue. It was pricey too, and I'd rather have the extra money for, say, more books or clothes or whatever. So black-in-a-box it is.
Shit, I haven't written today.
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11.05.2004
Next week:
Marx and historical materialism five-page essay midterm due Monday.
English 102 indepth analysis midterm due Monday.
First five draft pages (out of 20) of thesis on history of Catholicism and Vatican City due Monday.
Facilitating hour-long discussion over Maru by Bessie Head Monday.
Two sections of trig homework due Tuesday.
Five-page essay on the origins of world religion due Wednesday.
Quiz in Pre-Calc 2 Thursday.
2,250 words/day for huge novel.
Work from 3pm-6pm Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday.
Plan 15 credits of classes and mess with post-New-Year's work schedule
Register/pay for Winter quarter.
Things to keep in mind:
Get paperwork for student visa ready.
Prepare application to both UBC and McGill.
Preliminary visit to Montréal for observational purposes.
Pre-register for Sakura Con 2005.
Christmas presents for Josiah, Tony, Mother, Vance, Lael, Sean, Chris.
Thanksgiving with Josiah and Lael.
Ask Chris for projected arrival date, plan space/time for visit.
Ask Aya for projected arrival date, plan space/time for visit.
Busy much?
i always catch the clock
it's 11:11
Guh.
Marx and historical materialism five-page essay midterm due Monday.
English 102 indepth analysis midterm due Monday.
First five draft pages (out of 20) of thesis on history of Catholicism and Vatican City due Monday.
Facilitating hour-long discussion over Maru by Bessie Head Monday.
Two sections of trig homework due Tuesday.
Five-page essay on the origins of world religion due Wednesday.
Quiz in Pre-Calc 2 Thursday.
2,250 words/day for huge novel.
Work from 3pm-6pm Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday.
Plan 15 credits of classes and mess with post-New-Year's work schedule
Register/pay for Winter quarter.
Things to keep in mind:
Get paperwork for student visa ready.
Prepare application to both UBC and McGill.
Preliminary visit to Montréal for observational purposes.
Pre-register for Sakura Con 2005.
Christmas presents for Josiah, Tony, Mother, Vance, Lael, Sean, Chris.
Thanksgiving with Josiah and Lael.
Ask Chris for projected arrival date, plan space/time for visit.
Ask Aya for projected arrival date, plan space/time for visit.
Busy much?
i always catch the clock
it's 11:11
Guh.
11.04.2004
Huge change of plans.
We decided that we'd rather go to McGill University if they'll accept us as foreign students and our student visas are approved. They amazingly enough have both my majors (English with a focus on creative writing and History with a focus on Europe) AND his major/minor (Music Theory/English with a focus on creative writing).
It was recommended to me by a NaNoer, and as I hadn't been keen on UBC save for Chris will be there next year...
I've decided to write a research essay on abortion and mathematically working out all of the what-ifs regarding making it illegal again. Should be up and around sometime within the week.
We decided that we'd rather go to McGill University if they'll accept us as foreign students and our student visas are approved. They amazingly enough have both my majors (English with a focus on creative writing and History with a focus on Europe) AND his major/minor (Music Theory/English with a focus on creative writing).
It was recommended to me by a NaNoer, and as I hadn't been keen on UBC save for Chris will be there next year...
I've decided to write a research essay on abortion and mathematically working out all of the what-ifs regarding making it illegal again. Should be up and around sometime within the week.
Oh man. I DID forget something. Go figure.
This was in my LiveJournal, dated January 22nd of this year:
"I just wanted to let you all know that I honestly and sincerely...
...hate you all.
You're all so amazingly fucking disgusting. I really can't believe how mind numbingly insensitive you all are. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm sure some of you are wondering why this of all things is coming out of me of all people. I can assure you that there is a way to gain my trust and acceptance. You just can't be COMPLETE FUCKING RETARDS.
Let's make a list, shall we?
+ I'm going to start off with an easy one. Dear, dear Alana. I don't have much against you, because there's honestly not much wrong with you. There's also not much right, but that's just who you've decided to be, and I can't really hold that against you right now because you haven't knowingly used it to wrong me, as bitter and vicious as I am right now.
You, my once-long-time accomplice, are worthless in your simplicity. You try to please everyone and make things run as smooth as possible, but you are one of the most lazy unopinionated people I've ever met. You don't drive because it scares you, and never make much of an effort to renew your permit. You lounge around your mother's house instead of getting a REAL job ("working" for mommy on the weekends never counted in anyone's book). You've never known struggle outside of wondering whether your mother paid off your credit card so you can go buy yourself more things to keep the demands for decisions and personality out and stay in some perverted existence of fourth grade.
I despise how you've never been honest with anyone about how you feel with them, and this will be your downfall.
+ Which brings me to the sister, Hayley. You are the most fucking shallow person I know... which doesn't say much for shallowness or the kinds of people I choose to speak to. Your self-serving ego I've seen is second only to Jade. (THAT'S saying something.) You complain about getting grounded for getting drunk. You complain about driving Alana everywhere, even after you let it be known that you've chosen to do it willingly. You complain that your mother's too hard on you. (You as well do not have your own job, choosing to work for mommy dearest to pay off neverending debts alongside your slothful sister.) You complain that everything isn't up to the par you'd wish it to be. One computer isn't enough. One boy isn't enough. One drink isn't enough. You always chose what you wanted to hear, filling in the silences with self-praise. You're so amazingly WORTHLESS that I find it hard to type these words without the feeling that they'll be lost on your deaf ears. Your rebuttal to this will be just as worthless as any other word to come from your mouth since I first met you, and you will be one of the few I'm unwilling to listen to any longer.
Your opinions of everyone change with the weather. You will never ultimately settle on anything pleasing.
+ Melissa. Wake the fuck up and REALIZE that you have more friends than you ever thought possible. Don't give us bullshit about how no one cares about you, and that you're so alone. You've been sounding like Julie, and that's a disgusting level to drop to, no matter where you were to begin with. You ruin relationships with people because of your self-proclaimed worthlessness. (Need I remind you of Crystal?) You can take care of yourself, you've stayed alive this long. Get the hell out of the fast food industry and do something with yourself. Ah, but I forget. You're almost as lazy as Alana. And you simply don't care enough about anything to dig yourself out of your hole.
+ Patrick; you're going to be a short overture to Melissa. You also retain this quality of self-worthlessness. It is, without a doubt in my mind, the WORST quality a person can have. Selfishness, pride, greed, wrath I can deal with. But undervaluing things on PURPOSE? This is all your fault and you know it. Take your pity in hand and jump off a bridge already, for fuck's sake.
God forbid any of you rub off on me. I'm interested in preserving what's left of my good qualities, and it requires shedding this saran wrap of a state. The only hope one ever has in life is the hope one gives oneself."
Good read, yes?
Notice how I didn't go into Jade?
See, if you'd been paying close enough attention, you would know that I have. Numerous times. Just not here.
My word count suffers thanks to the TV between us. I'll be waking up early and writing to make up for it.
This was in my LiveJournal, dated January 22nd of this year:
"I just wanted to let you all know that I honestly and sincerely...
...hate you all.
You're all so amazingly fucking disgusting. I really can't believe how mind numbingly insensitive you all are. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm sure some of you are wondering why this of all things is coming out of me of all people. I can assure you that there is a way to gain my trust and acceptance. You just can't be COMPLETE FUCKING RETARDS.
Let's make a list, shall we?
+ I'm going to start off with an easy one. Dear, dear Alana. I don't have much against you, because there's honestly not much wrong with you. There's also not much right, but that's just who you've decided to be, and I can't really hold that against you right now because you haven't knowingly used it to wrong me, as bitter and vicious as I am right now.
You, my once-long-time accomplice, are worthless in your simplicity. You try to please everyone and make things run as smooth as possible, but you are one of the most lazy unopinionated people I've ever met. You don't drive because it scares you, and never make much of an effort to renew your permit. You lounge around your mother's house instead of getting a REAL job ("working" for mommy on the weekends never counted in anyone's book). You've never known struggle outside of wondering whether your mother paid off your credit card so you can go buy yourself more things to keep the demands for decisions and personality out and stay in some perverted existence of fourth grade.
I despise how you've never been honest with anyone about how you feel with them, and this will be your downfall.
+ Which brings me to the sister, Hayley. You are the most fucking shallow person I know... which doesn't say much for shallowness or the kinds of people I choose to speak to. Your self-serving ego I've seen is second only to Jade. (THAT'S saying something.) You complain about getting grounded for getting drunk. You complain about driving Alana everywhere, even after you let it be known that you've chosen to do it willingly. You complain that your mother's too hard on you. (You as well do not have your own job, choosing to work for mommy dearest to pay off neverending debts alongside your slothful sister.) You complain that everything isn't up to the par you'd wish it to be. One computer isn't enough. One boy isn't enough. One drink isn't enough. You always chose what you wanted to hear, filling in the silences with self-praise. You're so amazingly WORTHLESS that I find it hard to type these words without the feeling that they'll be lost on your deaf ears. Your rebuttal to this will be just as worthless as any other word to come from your mouth since I first met you, and you will be one of the few I'm unwilling to listen to any longer.
Your opinions of everyone change with the weather. You will never ultimately settle on anything pleasing.
+ Melissa. Wake the fuck up and REALIZE that you have more friends than you ever thought possible. Don't give us bullshit about how no one cares about you, and that you're so alone. You've been sounding like Julie, and that's a disgusting level to drop to, no matter where you were to begin with. You ruin relationships with people because of your self-proclaimed worthlessness. (Need I remind you of Crystal?) You can take care of yourself, you've stayed alive this long. Get the hell out of the fast food industry and do something with yourself. Ah, but I forget. You're almost as lazy as Alana. And you simply don't care enough about anything to dig yourself out of your hole.
+ Patrick; you're going to be a short overture to Melissa. You also retain this quality of self-worthlessness. It is, without a doubt in my mind, the WORST quality a person can have. Selfishness, pride, greed, wrath I can deal with. But undervaluing things on PURPOSE? This is all your fault and you know it. Take your pity in hand and jump off a bridge already, for fuck's sake.
God forbid any of you rub off on me. I'm interested in preserving what's left of my good qualities, and it requires shedding this saran wrap of a state. The only hope one ever has in life is the hope one gives oneself."
Good read, yes?
Notice how I didn't go into Jade?
See, if you'd been paying close enough attention, you would know that I have. Numerous times. Just not here.
My word count suffers thanks to the TV between us. I'll be waking up early and writing to make up for it.
11.02.2004
Truth be told, my job is wonderful. Three hours three days a week in which to play card games and read book after book for ten dollars an hour has to be the best ten-dollar-an-hour-paying job I've had so far. I have a wad of twenties on hand for the first time.
Also truth be told, I need a haircut. Like bad. That idea that I had last time, to keep the length. That was crap. I want my hair shorter, much shorter. (And what the hell was everyone thinking when they gave my picture an 8.8 on MySpace? A seven, maybe, but not a freaking 8.8.)
It's still blue. I don't know why. I dyed black over the blue and now it's just dark blue, though a beautiful color and permanent thanks to the black. I was thinking about dark green next. Who knows. Who knows if the color it is now will even leave.
The writing comes to me, effortless. The subject matter grates my nerves at times, but I force myself to know that she'll change in due time, I just need to give the wings to her that she needs feather by feather.
I have those dinnerplate-sized butterflies in my chest again. Playing a small movie made for myself in my head. I salivate.
Had a conference with a prof today. "B+ blah blah interact with your classmates blah blah your essays are amazing I'm not surprised you've been published so many times blah holy crap you're writing another novel blah blah." She means well, but listening to her speak is like watching corn syrup being poured.
Sidenote: Being published again. The publication's called Letter X, it's distributed in the greater Seattle area. I'm pretty meh about this, I want a novel published and not these short stories that people keep eating up. :|
I have an A in Marxism, this B+ in English 102, a solid B+ if not A in Intro to Fiction. Pre-Calc 2 is still in the hole because I began the process of actually caring to go to class a week ago and have not finished bringing it up to a B or whatever it'll end up as. (You try sitting through Trig for two and a half hours on Tuesday and Thursday nights.) All of these compacted will make my GPA for the quarter 3.45 and overall a 2.9. (Rough as hell estimate, and I probably actually assumed lower than what I have when I calculated this, but no one's ever upfront about these things so I don't know for sure.) From just one quarter. By a rough calculation, I estimate that my GPA will be a solid 3.5 or thereabouts by the end of this year. Not like I'm trying or anything, seriously. -_-; All of this is so painfully easy and here I am getting compliments on how astute I am.
(In other, related news, I've decided on my majors. Creative Writing and European History. Unf. <3)
On that note, someone actually turned to me and told me I would make a wonderful journalist based upon the blunt critique I did of a group that led class discussion for an hour last week. They had NO idea what they were talking about. Like I was just going to ignore it. My group is leading discussion today. We're completely prepared. I actually really enjoy talking with some of these people, but God help them if we get into another argument about whether lighting a match is phallic symbolism or not...
Also also, if any of you are on the up and up about Ashlee's lip-sync fiasco, I'm the one that made that video Pieces of Ashlee or whatever they're calling it now. And yeah, I know the sound's mussed, but I used clips from twelve different source and I have loads of homework to boot. Like I was going to spend the time on evening them all out, not to mention fades.
God, I've been away for a while. Huh.
I'm sad because I won't be able to take Physics. My double-major is eating up all of my spare classes, but I expected it, and enjoy the sacrifice.
Tch tch.
Ah yes.
Josiah and I and Chris have decided upon UBC for next year. We're going to go visit the campus sometime soon. We're also going to go visit his grandmother's estate in Florida and lull ourselves to sleep on their white beaches with the clear waves, but I have NO idea when that is. I think he said Spring Break but I might be mistaken.
I've lost so much weight from not eating as much (replace half of your daily food with caffeine, mm), and walking everywhere. Strange what walking for a half-hour each day will do to you, I'm not kidding. I can slide my tens off without unbuttoning them no problem. They're at that nice point where they're sooooo baggy but they actually stay on my ass. And Halogen is such a nice brand. Worth the $70 or whatever they were. Anyway!
What.. else...
I haven't a clue. Someone remind me of what I haven't mentioned and I'll put it here.
I need to get back to writing my novel, now that I've calmed down. For those of you that care: My NaNo profile.
Also truth be told, I need a haircut. Like bad. That idea that I had last time, to keep the length. That was crap. I want my hair shorter, much shorter. (And what the hell was everyone thinking when they gave my picture an 8.8 on MySpace? A seven, maybe, but not a freaking 8.8.)
It's still blue. I don't know why. I dyed black over the blue and now it's just dark blue, though a beautiful color and permanent thanks to the black. I was thinking about dark green next. Who knows. Who knows if the color it is now will even leave.
The writing comes to me, effortless. The subject matter grates my nerves at times, but I force myself to know that she'll change in due time, I just need to give the wings to her that she needs feather by feather.
I have those dinnerplate-sized butterflies in my chest again. Playing a small movie made for myself in my head. I salivate.
Had a conference with a prof today. "B+ blah blah interact with your classmates blah blah your essays are amazing I'm not surprised you've been published so many times blah holy crap you're writing another novel blah blah." She means well, but listening to her speak is like watching corn syrup being poured.
Sidenote: Being published again. The publication's called Letter X, it's distributed in the greater Seattle area. I'm pretty meh about this, I want a novel published and not these short stories that people keep eating up. :|
I have an A in Marxism, this B+ in English 102, a solid B+ if not A in Intro to Fiction. Pre-Calc 2 is still in the hole because I began the process of actually caring to go to class a week ago and have not finished bringing it up to a B or whatever it'll end up as. (You try sitting through Trig for two and a half hours on Tuesday and Thursday nights.) All of these compacted will make my GPA for the quarter 3.45 and overall a 2.9. (Rough as hell estimate, and I probably actually assumed lower than what I have when I calculated this, but no one's ever upfront about these things so I don't know for sure.) From just one quarter. By a rough calculation, I estimate that my GPA will be a solid 3.5 or thereabouts by the end of this year. Not like I'm trying or anything, seriously. -_-; All of this is so painfully easy and here I am getting compliments on how astute I am.
(In other, related news, I've decided on my majors. Creative Writing and European History. Unf. <3)
On that note, someone actually turned to me and told me I would make a wonderful journalist based upon the blunt critique I did of a group that led class discussion for an hour last week. They had NO idea what they were talking about. Like I was just going to ignore it. My group is leading discussion today. We're completely prepared. I actually really enjoy talking with some of these people, but God help them if we get into another argument about whether lighting a match is phallic symbolism or not...
Also also, if any of you are on the up and up about Ashlee's lip-sync fiasco, I'm the one that made that video Pieces of Ashlee or whatever they're calling it now. And yeah, I know the sound's mussed, but I used clips from twelve different source and I have loads of homework to boot. Like I was going to spend the time on evening them all out, not to mention fades.
God, I've been away for a while. Huh.
I'm sad because I won't be able to take Physics. My double-major is eating up all of my spare classes, but I expected it, and enjoy the sacrifice.
Tch tch.
Ah yes.
Josiah and I and Chris have decided upon UBC for next year. We're going to go visit the campus sometime soon. We're also going to go visit his grandmother's estate in Florida and lull ourselves to sleep on their white beaches with the clear waves, but I have NO idea when that is. I think he said Spring Break but I might be mistaken.
I've lost so much weight from not eating as much (replace half of your daily food with caffeine, mm), and walking everywhere. Strange what walking for a half-hour each day will do to you, I'm not kidding. I can slide my tens off without unbuttoning them no problem. They're at that nice point where they're sooooo baggy but they actually stay on my ass. And Halogen is such a nice brand. Worth the $70 or whatever they were. Anyway!
What.. else...
I haven't a clue. Someone remind me of what I haven't mentioned and I'll put it here.
I need to get back to writing my novel, now that I've calmed down. For those of you that care: My NaNo profile.
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