Shannon (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} keltickolor) wrote,@ 2009-01-30 05:47:00 |
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Here we go
I WILL start posting again! I will. I love having this livejournal as a story of my life during high school and I dont want to lose that in uni. So even though god knows nobody reads this thing, I will update. Because my life is WORTH recording.
NEWS OF MY LIFE: I sleep all day.
No, I do more than that, I really do. I went to my architecture class today, this prof is much better than last semesters and he actually...gets that we are art students, not brainless automatons. He makes jokes! He lets us know what we need to study and what we dont! He recommends films to us! He also taught us the number one lesson of being an architect.
LESSON ONE OF BEING AN ARCHITECT:
”Guys, it’s gotta keep the roof up.”
In other news, my apostrophe key is broken, one of the Beta Theta Pi frat boys is courting me incessantly and I am thinking about taking him up on his offer ONLY because he works at the apple store and perhaps I can use him to fix my goddamned apostrophe key (I can use quotes and apostrophes by pressing alt-shift-bracket but come on, man, I just figure that out, too, I have been using the copy paste function to write dialogue and just stopped using words in the possessive sense for the past six weeks).
Okay, my life. I live in a big house with six other people, all students of one kind or another except mike, who doesnt count. Mike is a travel agent. We also have a british girl named T who stays on the couch a lot, comes by whenever she is bored and smokes like a chimney (with me. I also smoke like a chimney, though I am back to smoking a pipe rather than cigarettes for a myriad of health and aesthetic reasons).
I skip most of my classes, sleep most of the day, stay up most of the night and am generally sweeping my life into shambles. And the thing I like least about this skipping-sleeping routine is that it makes my weekends worthless. I want to be working hard again, I just am not sure where to start. I never feel like I have homework of any immediate importance to do, none of my classes have really caught my fancy and I generally just feel directionless. This has plagued me for several months down, and I crashed and burned really hard at the beginning of the semester. I thought I had taken care of it, and it definitely is a little better, but I am still totally out of it.
I wrote a massive jumble of where I want to go, what I want to do but I never managed to wrestle it into anything tangible (except: I want my car with me wherever I am even if the poor old thing is up on bricks, and I want a kitty at some point).
Otherwise, not much has changed. Still living the sorority girl life (in the loosest sense possible), still/back with Steve (trudging at a mediocre pace through the fields of the Long Distance Relationship), still distracted by shimmering ideology but unwilling to chase it down in case, oh god, I have to get off my considerably-fatter-than-it-used-to-be-a
To...motivate myself to get out of the house, I have decided to take photos and choose one every two days until the end of the semester to put into this little album I found. I will take them digitally, print them out, and keep them. Shoppers has digital printing for, like, thirty cents. I may post them here digitally, I may scan the hard copies and post those (I love the look of scanned photos, they feel much more organic to me), or I may hide them from the world.
Today, I scaled the mountain in our front yard (photos tomorrow when I get my connector cable back). See, the landlady HK has a deal with our bizarre neighbor. If he shovels our sidewalk snow, he can throw as much snow as he wants into our yard. Right when the snow started falling, we got a pretty good-size pile, which then froze. It was solid enough that it never melted and in the four weeks of snowfall since then, our mountain has grown to be between six and seven feet high. I shit you not. Nobody had tried to scale it, so I did today, when T and Mike and I went on a pizza-and-lighters run. Unfortunately, I picked a day when the whole mountain was powder. I had snow from my boots to my belt loops. The good thing about this snow, though, is that it is so cold outside that you can brush it off you like sand and not be cold until you go inside somewhere and it melts all over the place. Then you are colder than you have ever been.
I WILL start posting again! I will. I love having this livejournal as a story of my life during high school and I dont want to lose that in uni. So even though god knows nobody reads this thing, I will update. Because my life is WORTH recording.
NEWS OF MY LIFE: I sleep all day.
No, I do more than that, I really do. I went to my architecture class today, this prof is much better than last semesters and he actually...gets that we are art students, not brainless automatons. He makes jokes! He lets us know what we need to study and what we dont! He recommends films to us! He also taught us the number one lesson of being an architect.
LESSON ONE OF BEING AN ARCHITECT:
”Guys, it’s gotta keep the roof up.”
In other news, my apostrophe key is broken, one of the Beta Theta Pi frat boys is courting me incessantly and I am thinking about taking him up on his offer ONLY because he works at the apple store and perhaps I can use him to fix my goddamned apostrophe key (I can use quotes and apostrophes by pressing alt-shift-bracket but come on, man, I just figure that out, too, I have been using the copy paste function to write dialogue and just stopped using words in the possessive sense for the past six weeks).
Okay, my life. I live in a big house with six other people, all students of one kind or another except mike, who doesnt count. Mike is a travel agent. We also have a british girl named T who stays on the couch a lot, comes by whenever she is bored and smokes like a chimney (with me. I also smoke like a chimney, though I am back to smoking a pipe rather than cigarettes for a myriad of health and aesthetic reasons).
I skip most of my classes, sleep most of the day, stay up most of the night and am generally sweeping my life into shambles. And the thing I like least about this skipping-sleeping routine is that it makes my weekends worthless. I want to be working hard again, I just am not sure where to start. I never feel like I have homework of any immediate importance to do, none of my classes have really caught my fancy and I generally just feel directionless. This has plagued me for several months down, and I crashed and burned really hard at the beginning of the semester. I thought I had taken care of it, and it definitely is a little better, but I am still totally out of it.
I wrote a massive jumble of where I want to go, what I want to do but I never managed to wrestle it into anything tangible (except: I want my car with me wherever I am even if the poor old thing is up on bricks, and I want a kitty at some point).
Otherwise, not much has changed. Still living the sorority girl life (in the loosest sense possible), still/back with Steve (trudging at a mediocre pace through the fields of the Long Distance Relationship), still distracted by shimmering ideology but unwilling to chase it down in case, oh god, I have to get off my considerably-fatter-than-it-used-to-be-a
To...motivate myself to get out of the house, I have decided to take photos and choose one every two days until the end of the semester to put into this little album I found. I will take them digitally, print them out, and keep them. Shoppers has digital printing for, like, thirty cents. I may post them here digitally, I may scan the hard copies and post those (I love the look of scanned photos, they feel much more organic to me), or I may hide them from the world.
Today, I scaled the mountain in our front yard (photos tomorrow when I get my connector cable back). See, the landlady HK has a deal with our bizarre neighbor. If he shovels our sidewalk snow, he can throw as much snow as he wants into our yard. Right when the snow started falling, we got a pretty good-size pile, which then froze. It was solid enough that it never melted and in the four weeks of snowfall since then, our mountain has grown to be between six and seven feet high. I shit you not. Nobody had tried to scale it, so I did today, when T and Mike and I went on a pizza-and-lighters run. Unfortunately, I picked a day when the whole mountain was powder. I had snow from my boots to my belt loops. The good thing about this snow, though, is that it is so cold outside that you can brush it off you like sand and not be cold until you go inside somewhere and it melts all over the place. Then you are colder than you have ever been.
