So in honor of (inter)national coffee day, I added money to my ever-decreasing Starbucks card balance. I'm so close to gold status--I need that personalized gold card, because that will mean I'm a super important person--I won't give up now.
On a more intellectual note, I've been busy thinking about writing. As far as poetry goes, I'm lacking inspiration (I need some, to the universe: hint hint) I've been considering changing the narrative of one piece (which falls into the category of erotic fiction--no I won't post an excerpt) and proceeding with the other (which is regular fiction).
Lastly, I've been having crazy dreams: drowning, crazy people in a hotel, going back to school, stuck in school, etc. Alright, enough nonsensical rambling for now…if you wanna talk/write me, you know where to find me (either on Google+ or snuggled up with a blanket wearing fluffy socks reading Wilkie Collins' The Moonstone…I wish)
Showing posts with label nonsense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nonsense. Show all posts
Monday, September 29, 2014
Monday, September 30, 2013
The best title I could come up with
I haven't blogged in a while. I know.
School has been overwhelming. One class in particular, a 'nonlinear documents' class, a.k.a photography course, has proven to be tremendously time consuming. I've been working on a research paper on 'postmortem photography in relation to art and reality' for photography class, as well as two other research papers for a film course (Editing of Fritz Lang's M versus Classical Continuity Style Editing and Soviet Editing) and a reception history of Bruce Chatwin's novella, The Viceroy of Ouidah, which hasn't actually been started...yet. In between reading research and writing research papers, I've been working on an idea for erotic fiction. I only have about 2000 words, so it's only an idea at this point. I haven't worked on writing poetry lately (sad face). I've also been going through one of those in-between phases. I guess the best way to describe it would be the scene from Sideways where Miles (played by Paul Giamatti) refuses to drink merlot because he'll go to the 'dark side' or if you prefer Cold Souls, the scene where he says "My soul is a chickpea?!"
Well I guess I've been there for a few weeks now; my motivation (to start anything) is at a very low negative one, that's right, it's beyond zero. I can't sleep and when I do, I wake up every few hours (e.g. I woke up last night at 10:46pm, then 1:30am, 4:54am, 6:30am, 6:57am). All I want to do is bake, watch movies, read, write and sleep. Some day's I worry about my future, the next, I'm pretty much like 'fuck it.' I don't want to be a consultant or travel (unless it's to actually travel to see the world, travel and work is a big fat lie). Any-ways... and then there's the bit about the guy. I watched Benjamin Button and started crying because Benjamin goes away and disappears...it's a reminder of a loss of friendship (or was it not?? Friends don't just disappear when things aren't all smiley faces and warm, fuzzy kittens so in that case, we had nothing but an illusion of a friendship, my fault for misunderstanding), what if's, wants, all that crap you know what I'm talking about. I go from angry to sad to sadder and then saddest of all. I don't open up to people often, it takes years, and I took a risk and I did and it just hurts. But I'm working on letting go, moving on and jotting down whatever comes to mind, in case I get a poem or two out of all of this. It may be surprising (probably not) but I'm good at expressing myself through text, hence the poetry, but I don't share my emotions so well verbally. I come off cold, insensitive and unfeeling if I feel things such as disappointment, sadness, emotional pain, anger, etc. Apart from feeling crushed and slightly heartbroken, I'm still functioning at a relatively high level.
I think I've rambled on about nonsensical things enough now that it would be the right thing to do to let you go back to being productive members on the Internet. Live Long and Prosper.
School has been overwhelming. One class in particular, a 'nonlinear documents' class, a.k.a photography course, has proven to be tremendously time consuming. I've been working on a research paper on 'postmortem photography in relation to art and reality' for photography class, as well as two other research papers for a film course (Editing of Fritz Lang's M versus Classical Continuity Style Editing and Soviet Editing) and a reception history of Bruce Chatwin's novella, The Viceroy of Ouidah, which hasn't actually been started...yet. In between reading research and writing research papers, I've been working on an idea for erotic fiction. I only have about 2000 words, so it's only an idea at this point. I haven't worked on writing poetry lately (sad face). I've also been going through one of those in-between phases. I guess the best way to describe it would be the scene from Sideways where Miles (played by Paul Giamatti) refuses to drink merlot because he'll go to the 'dark side' or if you prefer Cold Souls, the scene where he says "My soul is a chickpea?!"
Well I guess I've been there for a few weeks now; my motivation (to start anything) is at a very low negative one, that's right, it's beyond zero. I can't sleep and when I do, I wake up every few hours (e.g. I woke up last night at 10:46pm, then 1:30am, 4:54am, 6:30am, 6:57am). All I want to do is bake, watch movies, read, write and sleep. Some day's I worry about my future, the next, I'm pretty much like 'fuck it.' I don't want to be a consultant or travel (unless it's to actually travel to see the world, travel and work is a big fat lie). Any-ways... and then there's the bit about the guy. I watched Benjamin Button and started crying because Benjamin goes away and disappears...it's a reminder of a loss of friendship (or was it not?? Friends don't just disappear when things aren't all smiley faces and warm, fuzzy kittens so in that case, we had nothing but an illusion of a friendship, my fault for misunderstanding), what if's, wants, all that crap you know what I'm talking about. I go from angry to sad to sadder and then saddest of all. I don't open up to people often, it takes years, and I took a risk and I did and it just hurts. But I'm working on letting go, moving on and jotting down whatever comes to mind, in case I get a poem or two out of all of this. It may be surprising (probably not) but I'm good at expressing myself through text, hence the poetry, but I don't share my emotions so well verbally. I come off cold, insensitive and unfeeling if I feel things such as disappointment, sadness, emotional pain, anger, etc. Apart from feeling crushed and slightly heartbroken, I'm still functioning at a relatively high level.
I think I've rambled on about nonsensical things enough now that it would be the right thing to do to let you go back to being productive members on the Internet. Live Long and Prosper.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
PicOfTheDay and Extra Stuff That's Annoying
Are you... lookin at me???
So here at GaTech everyone is required to take a computer science class. I chose to take CS 1315 - Introduction To Computational Media (whatever that is...) because it's CS for non-CS, math or engineering majors. Every week we get a problem set (a special word for CS homework) and I just really look forward to it (one eyebrow raised, much like the alpaca pictured above)...
I go to the TA hours every week and since I've been going my experiences are getting worse and worse. One thing I really loathe about going is that one TA (the same one every week) asks me if "Do you love doing the homework? Isn't it fun?" I respond the same way, honestly, "No." And sometimes I add, "No. I don't find it fun." And then she looks at me like I'm nuts. I can't decide if the look is because I respond honestly or if she can't imagine someone not having fun doing the homework.
Anyways, I went to the open hours yesterday at 11am. I was there till 1:30pm. I wasted two and half hours and then some guy had the nerve to yell "Bye!" (in a disgustingly happy, jovial sort of way) as if I was in my usual super bubbly, happy-go-lucky mood (pfft), when I decided to quietly leave with an expression of pure anger (no I didn't bare my teeth like my chihuahua). I was in no mood to respond, so I didn't, and when I walked out of the room and looked back, everyone was staring at me. Anyone who knows anything about visually assessing a human being to see what type of mood they are in would know I did not want to speak to anyone. So then I was really pissed.
Not to mention that one TA said "You're really close. I know you can figure it now!"
Well, actually, you told me the wrong thing - so thanks.
I spent another two hours fixing what the TA had me do and finishing the rest. Damn you turtle graphics - you suck!
exams that are nonsensical
I had a personality theory exam today and let me tell you something - it was ludicrous. Before I begin to tell you all about the 'test,' I want to start off by saying that I read all four chapter's twice, reviewed my notes at least ten times, read the four power points twice (about 50 slides each) and reviewed the study guide twice (which was inconveniently posted at 7:01am this morning, two days after the ph.d student professor said it was to be posted).
The test consisted of 65 multiple choice (nonsensical) questions. What should have been simple questions were written superfluously and therefore confusing. Two of the questions were repeated twice, one question's answer choices contained no answer, and the analogy questions were unanswerable because there was no real analogy. Out of the 65 questions, I marked 15 as being iffy. 15! That is ridiculous - it's just absurd! The test was poorly written and I am about 110% sure that whoever wrote it didn't read it.
Since today is 10/11/12 and everyone is saying it's lucky, I should be getting at least a B depending on the amount of luck I receive from the Luck Fairy. Maybe I should leave a full pair of dentures under my pillow - is that enough teeth for the Tooth Fairy to put a good word in for me?
The test consisted of 65 multiple choice (nonsensical) questions. What should have been simple questions were written superfluously and therefore confusing. Two of the questions were repeated twice, one question's answer choices contained no answer, and the analogy questions were unanswerable because there was no real analogy. Out of the 65 questions, I marked 15 as being iffy. 15! That is ridiculous - it's just absurd! The test was poorly written and I am about 110% sure that whoever wrote it didn't read it.
Since today is 10/11/12 and everyone is saying it's lucky, I should be getting at least a B depending on the amount of luck I receive from the Luck Fairy. Maybe I should leave a full pair of dentures under my pillow - is that enough teeth for the Tooth Fairy to put a good word in for me?
Monday, October 8, 2012
ridiculousness
I woke up to an email this morning from the hall RA - which is usually a bad thing. The RA is threatening to charge everyone on the floor with a fine (of fifty bucks!!!!) due to 'vandalism,' if it happens again. Some stupid person wrote 'alcohol is awesome' and drew 'male body part's' on the bulletin board paper that has facts about alcohol pasted on it. No one reads the bulletin board (but no one should be drawing or writing on it I agree), but to punish the entire hall for one person's behavior (probably due to alcohol in the first place) - now that is nuts and it's socialism.
And I didn't get much sleep.
*sigh*
And I didn't get much sleep.
*sigh*
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