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I feel like these five individuals are teaching me more about writing than all of the classes I am taking right now are teaching me about everything else.

I feel like I should take notes on everything they ever say.

I do have to wonder, though, why I have kept so much of the beginning of Silver Chain the same when it has always been the weakest and most obviously conceived before I was in high school. Totally got called out on that tonight, haha.

Also wonder why I constantly analyze the shit out of the tv I watch to the point of annoying everyone around me, but I don’t usually analyze literature unless it’s for a class or I’ve read it like a million times. It’s starting to be an issue with regards to crit group.

This might be one of the most stressful parts of my week, but I feel like it’s the part that will be the most important later in life. With the possible exception of learning the Spanish language (because hello how could that not be important to me?).

Fact:

Feb. 23rd, 2010 12:36 am
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All work and hanging out with family members and no physical contact beside the occasional high-five is simply not feasible for me.

I felt like I was losing my mind.

My solution: more high-fives. Also playing with kids. Having a 4-year-old and a 7-year-old attacking me and beeping my nose was pretty much exactly the right cure. I mean, besides going out and jumping someone for guerrilla cuddles.

...Now that I think about it, that sounds pretty awesome, actually.

ANYWAY. I should be going to bed, because I have my costume class tomorrow morning, and we've finally started sewing. Have I mentioned that I love sewing? I do. Right now I am wearing a shirt I put together myself. It started life as a 3x NaNo shirt and one of my brother's old button-downs. It's now awesome and comfy and excellent for horsing around with kids in. Also for screaming at the television.

My life sounds really interesting with few details. As soon as I explain what I'm talking about, it kind of goes down the drain.

FINALLY: Today in my boring required English class I started writing a sci-fi story. I really hope I can finish it, because it is the sort of thing my dad would read, and honestly? It'd be pretty great to finish something.
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So tonight, I went to play Fugitive with what was largely my residential complex and a church group (?) because the cute girl upstairs (Jeanna) asked me to. My friend Lexi from down the hall came along, and we played through two rounds of that, which was fun, and then decided to get yogurt. So we walked to MoJo's, which was great, although I had to pay because she had left her wallet in her room. We're sitting there, eating delicious frozen yogurt, and we decide it would be great to go to the movies, although again, I would have to pay. So we got on the bus and saw When In Rome, which was a really cute rom-com, though the ending could have used a little tightening up. Then, since it was so late the buses had stopped running, my wonderful cousin [livejournal.com profile] monkeeness came to get us and drove us back to the dorm. While we waited, we played DDR and Pac-Man, and found an abandoned Harkins souvenir cup.

Perhaps here I should mention that I really like Lexi and if I ever did break up with Jesse I would totally go to Lexi. Which she offered tonight. Before she told me I was a terrific date.

So that is the story of my awesome accidental date with a girl who is definitely not my boyfriend.
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I am currently ill and house-sitting. Over the last week, I have done little but watch Freaks and Geeks, play with dogs, and draw some comics. For most of the week, the family I get most of my human interaction from was out of town, so I became a nocturnal shut-in. Which was, you know, fun, I guess, but kind of left me lonely. I mean, these three kings dogs are great and everything, but they are kind of difficult to carry on a conversation with.

Being nocturnal and car-less works a lot less well when my nocturnal cousin with a car isn't available.

I HAVE NO RESOLUTIONS FOR 2010 BECAUSE I AM ALREADY TOTALLY AWESOME okay that's not true, I plan to get more work done and do my history paper early in case of last-minute trips out-of-state/across-the-state, and not slack off in all my classes. Additionally, I'm going to try to save some of my money, so I can afford to live in an apartment in the fall instead of in the dorms. I like living on campus and everything, but there is this dog, you see, and some cats, and basically I'm losing my mind not living with animals. I guess I might try to drink less soda.

Anyway, that family is back now and we went out to dinner and I was referred to as "the third daughter." I am, in fact, a niece/cousin. But given that I spend so much time with them, I guess it's understandable.

For Christmas I got: books, socks, a blanket, and a colander. MY LIFE IS SO EXCITING.
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I don't know if I've ever been this comfortable in my own life before. It's interesting, feeling like I've been waiting all my life to be right here, right now, living in a residence hall with a bunch of nutty teenaged girls and a stressed out music major roommate, getting up at eight o clock to walk across the street and learn American history, and then go out with my family for dinner almost every night, and sit in my room and read for class and fool around on the internet and eat oranges.

I don't want to be somewhere else. I don't spend all my time thinking about how much better things would be if I lived in Wisconsin/Arizona/not with my mom, or if only I could say something to Jazlin/Josejuan/whatever J name person I'm crushing on this week, or if I could just get some work done, or if my classes were less boring. I'm totally content right here, doing what I'm doing. It's kind of a first for me, and I'm not entirely sure how to deal with it.

Other than forcing myself to write, which is increasingly difficult to do, along with reading, because I see no reason to get away from the real world. I've never had trouble reading, for crying out loud, because it was always better to be somewhere else. And now it's not, and that's weird.

Not bad, of course, but weird. Very different. I think I could get used to it.

(and I've been doing a pretty good job, for me, of ignoring the voice in the back of my head that says it's all going to implode sooner or later, because things are going too well. Pretty good. Not perfect.)
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Two points of order:

One: Does anyone remember a Supernatural fic where the boys investigated some mysterious poltergeist-like activity in a housing development, and then it turned out the builder had been sacrificing kids and putting them in the walls and their crazy vengeful spirits is what was plaguing the people in the houses? It was super good and creepy and (I don't think) shippy at all, and I can't fiiiiiiind it. :/

Two: boys.

That is all.

Except for this show I just saw )
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This only scratches the surface of all the shit I'm feeling right now. (hi dad, hi gramma, sorry about my mouth, I get it from you guys)

So I'm getting an arts degree. Like, not two hours ago I had my interview to be officially admitted to the theatre department for a b.a. I love art. I draw, and I act, and I sew, and I love to make things and use things to reflect the world around me and sometimes just be pretty. I love it. Music and visual art and performance art, I don't understand how people could ever live without them and say they think they don't matter. I just don't get it. They're important.

But at the same time, I love science. I love it. I just...biology and chemistry and physics, they make sense, they put things in order, and I think they're more beautiful just by virtue of being true than almost any art I've ever seen. I mean, art is pretty. It's nice to look at. Really good art moves me. But science...science always moves me. I mean, I get weepy to speeches from like Carl Sagan and Richard Feynman. I do. It's a little ridiculous.

And I feel a little torn, because art people and science people are totally opposite, both in viewpoint and physically (at least on this campus I mean really they're like fifteen minutes away walking) and never the twain shall meet. And I'm sitting here explaining evolution and shit to my theatre friends, and they are all looking at me like I'm crazy because the only other thing I get so passionate about is Pokemon grammar. I feel like the mixed kid from the fifties, part of both worlds but not really allowed in either.

Because damn, those sciencey kids look at you like you're stupid when you tell them you're studying theatre. They look betrayed, like "Oh, I thought you were one of us". I don't know.

MY POINT IS ALL MY THEATRE FRIENDS HAVE SPENT THE LAST WEEK BITCHING ABOUT THEIR SCIENCE REQUIREMENTS AND I WAS REALLY DISAPPOINTED I COULDN'T TAKE MINE THIS SEMESTER.
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I love college. I love waking up twenty minutes before my class starts, getting there on time, and still looking presentable. I love taking only the classes that interest me and being able to drop classes that are more stress than they're worth. I love not being the person with the weirdest outfit I see all day. I love that on any given day, I pass at least three people wearing tie-dye. I love that people are actually polite enough to hold doors for strangers and say "Please" and "Thank you." I love that my roommate is totally awesome and we get along. I love being able to do almost everything I need to do for school over the internet. I love being around a large group of people that actually take learning seriously (but that's probably mostly because I don't live in Manzy with Lamar). I love having a bunch of free time because I read fast, freeing up time for my own projects. I love being able to go to the MU at nearly any time and having all sorts of food available. I love being able to afford it. I love that the government is paying for pretty much every aspect of my existence.

And now that I've written this post about how wonderful college is, I'm going to try and read an entire book and write a paper on it before I leave for Disneyland on Friday. Oh yeah.

RIGHT NOW

Oct. 15th, 2009 09:49 pm
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I have a boyfriend.

I got a good grade on all my exams so far.

I still have plenty of money.

I need to start drawing up a birthday list for my birthday, because apparently this year is a big deal to my parents? I'm sorry, guys, all I care about is being able to vote. Seriously, what else is 18 good for?

I sewed nearly a whole dress this week. But then the skirt was hard and I had other things to do today, so I didn't work on it at all.

I got a haircut and it is cute.
my hair is cute
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So I have a funny story about perseverance and putting yourself out there and romance and everything, but you know what? It's a ridiculous story anyway, and it all boils down to:

My life is utterly fucking crazy.

Upside of this is that I kind of have a boyfriend now. And also that I am really liking college! Today, I got offered free bananas by a girl on my floor I don't really know (I think her name is Melissa?) just because she had them on her smoothie and doesn't like them and I had my door open. Madness.

College. Yes.

In non-school related news: I fucking love the new Kill Hannah album (Wake Up The Sleepers). It's, um, killing me with awesome. So did Legally Blonde (the musical) which I saw over the weekend and now own the soundtrack to.

Not awesome, though, is me losing my freaking contact boxes so I don't know what to order ughghghgfffffffuuuuuu
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So, I'm sitting in my room after my German class, typing up some writing so I can retire this notebook and get on with the real work, and I'm really hitting my stride. I go through all this stuff, edit as I go, and manage to get "in the zone".

I look up and suddenly see the time. It is 4 o'clock exactly.

I have a class at 4:10.

On the exact opposite side of campus.

Until today, I had never gotten there in under fifteen.

I thought about not going, but today happened to be our first exam, so I kind of had to. I got there just as the professor was handing out the tests. I was very sweaty, out of breath, and my calves hurt something fierce from the powerwalking/running, but I breezed through the test and was out in ten minutes.

Out...into the heat and facing the fifteen minute walk back across campus.

D'oh.
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Today was my first day of classes. It went well. It was, however, long, because I woke up at like six thirty and then walked around campus all day. But I got to spend the time with people I knew, and after class I came back to my room and drew for like four hours, so...

Anyway, I'm exhausted and going to bed.
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Second day at college very long. Hung out with a bunch of people I knew from high school, who introduced me to their new friends and then left us together. It was pretty okay. Saw a great improv show. Met someone else from my building who is amazing and great (but not on my floor).

Still have a sore throat, but I'm coping.

My roommate is super nice. We haven't had any problems so far (except she is a Coke drinker and I am a Pepsi drinker, so we have our own little Cola War going on), and she and Lamar have sort of made friends, which is good. He'll probably be spending a lot of time here.

Oh! Lamar moved in today. He lives way the fuck across campus, despite having a schedule remarkably similar to mine--you know, with classes across the street from me. Well, that's his problem.

The shower was okay. The water, instead of only being one, too-hot temperature, constantly fluctuated. Whatever. I'm used to uncomfortable showers now.

The girl next door to me is nice--Lia. Plays the guitar. Started with "Don't Fear the Reaper." Made a point of saying hi when she saw me at the Luau. (There was a Luau.)

Tomorrow are our orientations for everything (nine to five asklkfdjsfdkj and then I get to run back to my room and grab my bowling ball and hop in the car) and they're required for everyone. So I will get to see Jesse! Who Lamar tells me broke up with his girlfriend. I hope this is true. I also hope it doesn't make me a bad person that I started dancing when I heard one of my best friends had broken up with their significant other. :/

I don't have any books to read right now, and my refund got sent to my house instead of my bank account. I have like a dollar twenty for now.

COLLEGE. I'M HERE. It's, um, okay so far?
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So, today I finished coloring a piece I was having problems with last night, watched the first BSG webisode series, and forced my mother to watch the first episode of Supernatural.

Yesterday, I talked to Jesse and Lamar. We are all in the same acting class! I think the rest of our classmates are going to hate us, because the three of us have four years of inside jokes and teamwork behind us already. I hate hanging around people who've been friends for a long time. They always make me feel left out. I can only infer that we do the same to other people. Also: man I miss those guys.

Tomorrow, I go on a photoshoot for the new hardcover edition of FWOAP.

For now, I've only been up for three hours, so I guess I'm going to try to write? Or draw? Or maybe sew?

My life is so very exciting. But really, I'm just trying to distract myself from getting nervous about college. Living with a stranger! Communal bathrooms! Not having pets! I'm not worried about the classes at all, though. I'm studying theatre, math, history, and german. These are all things I'm pretty okay at. The school part of things don't worry me anymore.

But the whole interacting-with-people thing does. OH WELL OFF TO DISTRACT MYSELF AGAIN.
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Okay, finished a shirt, got two masks in Majora's Mask, bought the supplies to finish Sydney's cape, set up direct deposit for my financial aid, and officially established communication with my roommate. If I can stay this productive for the next few days (weeks, months, years?), I'll be in good shape.

Man, in two weeks I am going to move into my dorm and I will have to leave behind my babies. What will I do without a dog and three cats? That's like, the perfect balance of animals! They're so soft and obnoxious and cute and shed on everything! What will I do without them, besides be TERRIBLY TERRIBLY LONELY?

Blargh.

Jun. 12th, 2008 04:46 pm
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I really don't like this growing up thing. I don't want to take phone calls from colleges and fill out applications and think about how to get out of this irritating city! DO NOT WANT.

Responsibility blows.
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I REFUSE TO WRITE SOMETHING INTELLIGENT.

Because if so, it would be blah blah blah college blah blah blah Academic Decathalon blah blah blah writing blah blah blah girls.

Terribly boring.

SO INSTEAD I SAY TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I'LL HAVE YOU ON YOUR BACK SO FAST YOU'LL THINK YOU'RE ON A DATE. And also She's horrible! Emphasis on the "whore".

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