back homeRediscoveringIgnorance | Monday, November 18, 2002
Once a month ain't bad...I'd be posting a lot more if the farking scanner were hooked up here at school, and not molding away in my closet. Wow, I hate people who blog technical. Self cyber-smack. Yes. I've been slowly oozing into the social swing of things. I realized that being Ms. Occasionally Social is not stupifyingly worse than being Ms. Nauseatingly Social. Although I didn't leave my apartment today, and the only people who called were my parents (God bless them) and Nick to say that he would call back at nine-thirty (which he didn't.) It's a bit perplexing to me when people call to say that they'll call back. And then they don't. I don't get it. S'okay; I had a lovely half hour of cartoons with the venerable Mr. Quinn instead of waiting on phone calls, which irritates the shit out of me. Much love to Mr. Nick, no doubt, but friends don't let friends babysit the gremlin phone. It's not like I'm not already overly dependent on technology; the computer controls a good portion of my brain power. Although, it's kind of nice to have AIM, because Alissa and I (both extraordinarily lazy) don't have to spend mass cheese on phone calls; instead, we bond over internet jigsaw puzzles which are about as, if not more, addictive than, say, heroin, or crack cocaine. Muah hah haaaaaaaah. Yes. Uh. For the concerned: class goes well, roommates are awesome (we had a phun n' chunky excursion to see 8 Mile followed by an unsuccessful attempt to bowl but it was okay because I got a Lil' Homie! is this a run-on?...) parties are music-filled and I've been pretty farking straight as far as intoxicants are concerned (odd for a college freshman, yes), and the poetry is still flowing, although th' scanner...yeah, you know the sob story. Anyhoo. Much love. Time fer bed.
Anemone Ra
12:27 AM
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Oy! Am safely tucked away at college. Loving the shit out of it, too, except for the boy situation. Meh. No big deal; Morgan (elder sister guru type) says that it would be healthy for me to be alone. I'm inclined to agree with her as I've had a history of involving myself with ex-drug dealers, perfectionists, and assholes. Everyone's got standards, mine just happen to be so high that I give up and go for whatever's on the table. My program is hurtling along brilliantly. I just finished the 2nd week art assignment and now have some lovely paintings to hang in our dingy little common room which is starting to gain a nice homey feel. In an hour, I'm going to go to seminar, and after that, be interviewed for the paper. Nothing special, I don't think, but hey. It's sunny out, and windy, so I'm getting beautiful patterns of light through the dense trees surrounding my windows. Everyone here is exceptionally friendly, and except for an uncomfortable situation last week which spawned much homesickness, I'd have to say that I really wouldn't rather be anywhere else. I went home last weekend, and I found myself thinking of my dorm as home because all my stuff is there. It was an odd feeling, especially having lived in the same room my entire life. Ah well. What can you do? The getting was slow, because I didn't know (literally) anyone except one dude I worked with a long time ago. But I've found some chums to hang out with, and all my roomates are wonderful, lovely people. Nothing worth it is ever easy, anyway. I forgot how much I absolutely love art. I've reinstated myself into the world of acrylics, a very confusing, versatile, and rewarding medium. I was painting and reading from an instruction book at the same time, so my series looks like a progressive sort of work. I'm also burning incense in my room right now (the lovely smokey Japanese kind) and praying to whoever's listening (hopefully not the fire department) that the smoke alarm doesn't go off. It's a big, messy pain in the ass. I miss the crap out of all my friends, especially Alissa and the sober B-town crew. Heavy duty gratitude/nostalgia is setting in over here, with the exception of a certain poophead. Ah: I'm also going to homecoming this year with darling Scott, my 15 year old comrade who accompanied me on many a summer hijink. Right now, I'm looking at a pic of him cramming in a sandwhich that roughly the size of his head. It's very charming. I briefly felt nerdy for returning to a high school event, but then I remembered that I wasn't actually enrolled in high school, which might make it even more fun because I can fuck with everyone and not get kicked out of school (but possibly arrested as am now 18...so annoying behaviors will have to be legal...). I'm also going to attend the football game, which is funny because my high school team just set the record for the greatest loss in a game. I think it was 0-80. Am slightly sleepy as I've just ingested one of the best sandwhiches known to man, compliments of the Housing Community Center. Hm. More later.
Anemone Ra
11:55 AM
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
All right. The whole thamn ding is finished, readily available for your viewing pleasure. So today was uneventful, as far as completely obvious terrorist attacks go. To be honest with you, I would be entirely surprised if a terrorist organization did something that we expected them to. For me, I'm ruminating on an issue that's a bit more complex.
Anemone Ra
8:06 PM
The poetry is, for the most part, up. The sonnets aren't quite yet done, but they will be by tonight. Hope you enjoy. Yup yup. Oh, and the new Ani DiFranco CD kicks absolute ass. I'm late for a dental appointment right now, so I have to skeedaddle. Is that how you spell it? Is there even a proper spelling? Anyhow. More later.
Anemone Ra
4:37 PM
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Am quite pleased with my new Dell laptop, although I am extremely irritated at the fact that AOL sucks balls and I have to use it to connect to the internet. That or pay out the arse for regular service, when in two weeks I'll be hooked up, sitting nice and pretty with a T3 Resnet connection. I hate it when people write about techie stuff in their blogs. Bores me to tears, so I'll stop while I'm ahead. FYI, if anyone actually reads this damn thing, I'll be posting poetry once I find pictures and what not. Over and out.
Anemone Ra
7:57 PM
Saturday, July 13, 2002
Well. Of all the preposterous things. I do believe that I feel happy. When I was shopping with a friend of mine, I ran across a greeting card (how fitting, how absolutely fitting) that said "Happiness is not a Destination, it's a Journey." I immediately felt better, went out, ate ice cream and wrote poetry.
Anemone Ra
11:53 AM
Friday, June 21, 2002
Ah! Fun with Proper Grammar. Right now I feel very thin-blooded. I don't know why, most likely an accumulation of: 1) a lack of sleep So you can understand, perhaps, my malaise. I feel bored but at the same time frantic, as though I have all this time and I'm just wasting it. And my joints ache. I'm an 80-year-old trapped in a 17-year-old. As you can tell, my humor has kicked the proverbial bucket.
Anemone Ra
11:15 PM
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
hello! park greene...uh, fort slope. so. graduation has come and gone. although the fucker who slashed my tires was present and i didn't get to walk with liss, the grad party was kicking. and now i'm out of high school forever which is just damned different. summer plans...hm...maybe i'll stop writing in all lowercase. i need more pictures for the damn site. so far, it's a very thorough exericise in narcissism. think happy thoughts!
Anemone Ra
3:54 PM
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