| 4-11-02 11:14 a.m. i just noticed that this will be the earliest i've ever written the news on my site. i do not like being awake before noon, i'm a nocturnal person. i think the ideal job for me would be something along the lines of a 24 hour record store clerk, if anyone can find a 24 hour record store that's hireing, i'm there. um, let's see it's thursday, that means friends is on and the gilmore girls at the same time, god bless video cassett recording technology. i'm doing miserably in all my classes at the present time, so that aight too good. i'm at school in the computer lab not working on my 2nd english essay, and listening to the killingtons on brand new jensen digital headphones, that always look like they're on backwards. i have been neglecting my writing, which is bad, i wish i had some talant writing and something to write aboot all the time, cause i wouldn't mind doing that as my carear either. cause then i could make my own hours and be noctuornal and be something that resemmbles happy. i think i have a marxist view to my writing, that creativity is only needed when there is suffering, maybe the way that my soul works is i cannot write unless i'm misserable. wierd that i'm thinking of what i want to be when i grow up... maybe it's cause i'll be 21 in a little over a month and it's time to actually start thinking aboot the rest of my life. i know i don't want to be living in my parant's house much longer, and i don't like north san diego county. i wish i could get a decent job in orange county and had a reliable car and could start being near people i'd actually like to converse with. ok, this keyboard is too sensitive and pissing me off cause i have to continuosly go back and fix my type-o's (not that i can type worth an ass anyway) so i'm gonna go eat my lunch and wait for my english class to start. saturday i'll be going to L.A. to see lisa, that will be nice, i like hanging with her a lot. and i don't want to say what event i may be attending that night in fear of jinxing myself for the umpteenth time and not getting to see this particular, um...thing. yeah bye. |
| 4-11-02 11:52 p.m. wow, i'm so motivated, two postings in one day... ok, so have you ever felt sorry for someone because they were horribly annoying and didn't know it, and you hear people talking aboot this person, but you know that what the anoying person does is only to try and be accepted , but they're trying too hard? ok, so that was maybe a little too exact a scenario, let me break it down for ya. today in my english class we had our first day of group presentations for our reaserch projects, and the first group was awesome. they effin had it down! they had everything: props, handouts, great quotes, recorded dialouge from the text, and movie clips. truely inspiring (or... it made the rest of us slackers who haven't started our projects yet feel real bad aboot ourselves) but anywho, they went first and were great, but the next group had the guy that i was describing in it, cody, and he was first up. he had to follow kevin, the last of the first group's presenters (the first group had a beautiful girl in it that i didn't even know was in our class... she was beautiful in that shy/quiet/sweet girl way, so yay a new reasen to want to go to english class... though it has nothing to do with my story) anyway, kevin is the spastic avenger, you know the type, the guy who's the center of attention, the one who's always got a funny crack or self-depricating remark, or just an odd look on his face that can always make you laugh, the kinda guy you know is on speed (or some other illegle substance) cause he's just soo damned energetic. well cody had the sad job of following kevin's "performance" (cause that's really what it was, he was presenting on alice's adventures in wonderland) and cody's the guy in class alway's trying to be at very least as outspoken as our token class clown, well his group's topic was historical fiction, and not fantasy/mythology, so it's very hard to make a riveting presentation when you're talking about "the walking drum" or some shit, a story aboot a dude who goes around europe in the 12th century on horseback talking a buncha philosaphy sheite. his quote would have been funny if the poor guy wasn't so damned annoying. he tried to use some kind of educated inflection in his voice while he read, so he sounded like a jackass the whole time, and i wanted to bore my finger through my eye the entire time. well anyway after the rest of his group finished with their solid, yet anticlimactic presentation (especially when they had to fallow a group that had a chick wearing all leather bondage-esque type clothes) i have to shamefully say that i was one of the people who was talking shit aboot cody, well i didn't start to feel empathy for the guy till i was talking to the mega-hottie, jamie, who was giving me a ride home after class, then i realized how sad his situation really was, and wished that some one would tell the poor bastard that he's making a complete ass of himslef, and remembered looking at him while i was saying some rather vicious remarks, and i think i saw the saddness and lonliness that our words were inflicting (if he did in fact hear us, he was like two desks over)... i'm a bad person, and am almost undoubtedly going to hell. btw. i'm all aboot sounding educatated when you talk, having a good vocablary is extreamly important, but i just can't justify some trying to sound educated by talking in a haughty, i'm-better-that-you-cause-i've-got-a-harvard-degree-in-picking-my-ass tone of voice, so hopefully cody can save himself from himself and stop pissing me off which in turn makes me feel bad for him. damn too much write-y, the vain in my head feels like it's aboot to burst, or maybe that's just cause i went running again today and everytime i've been oot running lately the blood has been pumping really fast through the vain's along my temples. goodnight infronet, i know that i'm typing to myself oot here, so there's no real point to this, but at least i'm writing, even if it's not something beautiful aboot a girl. |