WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

If I Was Rich...

I would go on this trip.

Completion

It is all about the rush.

Done and done.

I want the grade, but I don't want to write the paper.

I want to pass, but I am not even slightly interested in Marx or his theory on the estrangement of labor right now.  Honestly, I enjoyed reading the essay.  Our class discussion on it was helpful and fun.  Lively, even.  I'm glad that we read what we did, but I have no desire to write about any of it.

At all.

I made a sweatshirt.  I am not sure if that link will work.  I want the sweatshirt that I made, but I don't think that anyone else will want it and you need to buy 6, minimum.  And then it's approximately $55 each.  Ugh.  BUT IT'S SUCH AN AWESOME SWEATSHIRT.

My outline is done and it should be really easy to fill it in with some quotes and some commentary (back to the paper, for those of you who don't have redbull coursing through your brains at 90 mph) but I. Don't. Care.

I want to do well, but the paper has no appeal whatsoever. I am struggling to reconcile those two realities.

Could I go to sleep?  Yes.  But I can't go to bed because I want the grade.

Could I write my paper?  Yes.  But I can't do it because I don't care.

Bah.

Welcome back to high school, self.

Edit:

So it's tomorrow now.  My paper is due in an hour.  I think I'll finish.  Yay! 

Double Edit:

Evidently I posted this late enough last night that it was already yesterday's tomorrow.  So I guess I just should have said that it was later in the day.  Or something.

Triple Edit: 

I have missed blogging flippantly!  This is fun!  

Bed Time!

I think it is about time to go to bed.

I've been working pretty hard for the past two hours and I held up a pretty solid pretense for working a few hours before then.  I have one full and one half section of my natural sciences take home test left.  The rest of it should probably be edited in the morning, but the answers are complete.  I haven't really started my social sciences essay.  My humanities essay just needs a solid edit.

I am trying to convince myself that I have enough work done to go to sleep and honestly I think I do, but everyone calls this week hell week.  Everyone is tweaking out about all the work that they need to complete and that's really all I've got.

Sure, I feel bad that I haven't really started my social sciences paper, but I have all day tomorrow and half of Friday to do it.

And I'm kind of sleepy.

Not absurdly tired by any means, but bed sounds nice.

Fuck it.  If tomorrow somehow winds up being absurdly stressful, I'll know better for next semester.

:)

Edit:

Nope.  See, this is why blogging was such a great procrastination method in high school.  I would post a crappy blog and then I'd be all inspired to do my work again.  Now let's see what we can make Joseph Black say about heat...

Hell Week

Hell Week,

They call it.

So busy.

Things to do.

Papers to write.

Tests to take.

Experiments to execute.

Plans to make.

Things to do.

So busy.

I walk through the museum

And look for apocalyptic horses.

When they appear in the dark

I stand to the side

And make notes about color and brushstrokes,

Ignoring everything I’d like to say,

Because if there is one thing I have learned

This semester

It is that no one has anything worthwhile to say about art.

Then downstairs to type type type

To write write write

And then across the room,

You look like Emile Hirsch.

You are wearing a stupid hat

A dressy shirt. 

A glossy black vest.

And, like a pompous asshole,

You are in the members lounge at an art institute.

But, like a pompous asshole,

I am in the members lounge at an art institute.

I didn’t pay for mine.

You have the beard

The eyebrows

The eyes.

Like Emile Hirsch

When he was pretending to be Alexander Sumpertramp

Who was Christopher McCandles disguised from himself.

Would you be

Could you be

Tick Tick Tick

I took your seat

But you didn’t notice

Because you were already gone.

In Summation: 2010

Every year my immediate family puts together an Epiphany Letter that we send out to acquaintances, friends, and family members. It's basically your run of the mill Christmas letter, but we call ours an epiphany letter so we have a little extra time to put it together. Of course it usually goes out around Easter anyways, but we deserve a couple creativity points regardless. This year my mother posed the following questions for us to answer:

-four highlights for you personally and/or for your family in the past year.
-three personal/family learnings in 2010.
-two books you especially enjoyed reading
-one goal you have for 2010.

Obviously this is an excessive amount of questions to answer when there are seven of us and we're sending the letter out to a large audience that probably only has a moderate interest in our activities from the last year, but I'm going to flatter myself and imagine that people who read my blog care enough to read my responses. So...here we go.

Highlights:

1. Playing Twinkletoes the (crazy/scatterbrained/funny) fairy in Sleeping Beauty. It was fun to put on a show for the kids from local elementary schools, who make a much more interactive audience than the typical group of adults. (It's always nice to know that the audience is awake.) Evie, who worked as a para at one of the attending schools at the time, told me that several of the kids pretended they were Twinkletoes during recess, and you know what they say about imitation and flattery...

2. Directing a production of No Exit, by Jean Paul Sartre. This has been my favorite play since 2008. I had never seen it performed, but it's a really interesting commentary on hell and people and I LOVE IT. It was great to direct again, especially for my favorite script.

3. Although it was rather short-lived I enjoyed the few weeks of summer that I got with Sarah in Minnesota this year. It was so much fun to rollerblade and play speed scrabble and watch Bones streaming on Netflix, and other every-day, but truly enjoyable activities with her. It was almost disappointing when I got the job at the fish processing plant in Cordova, because I was having so much fun in Minnesota.

4. Seeing Child's Glacier in Cordova. Last time I worked in Alaska (Naknek, for those who haven't been keeping track) it was all tundra and the mountains were so far away that I may as well have been working in North Dakota or the ugly part of Montana. This town was beautiful and, although I would never work there again, I would definitely visit and do outdoorsy things.




"Learnings:"

1. I realized how much I enjoy theater. I participated in several plays at my school this year and enjoyed all of them, each for different reasons.

2. I realized how important education is to me in general and for obtaining a future I can be proud of and enjoy. My summer was spent in a fish processing plant in Alaska and it very quickly became obvious that working 16 hour days standing in one place and doing one task over and over again was not for me. It was hard on me physically and mentally. Definitely not the kind of work I want to do for more than a couple months.

3. I also learned how influential a single conversation can be. Several times over the course of the year I heard friends echoing sentiments I had expressed earlier, sometimes realizing that they had come from me and sometimes believing that it was their own unique idea. It helped me realize how fluid knowledge and ideas are, and how important it is to express oneself well and positively at all times.

Books:

1. Deeply Rooted, by Lisa Hamilton. I read this book for my Environmental Ethics class, and enjoyed it very much. In typical ethnographic style it chronicles stories about three unconventional farmers working in the United States. The book explains problems with farming in the 21st century and then showcases people who are trying to farm in a more environmentally sustainable and healthy way. Really well written and relevant.






2. The Walking Dead series by Robert Kirkman. Ever since I read the Watchmen I've been getting ever more enthusiastic about graphic novels. My newest kick is The Walking Dead series (which is ongoing) and I love it. The books are about a zombie apocalypse (bear with me). The author writes them not because he likes horror (although he does) but because he wants to explore what happens to people when everything they know and love falls apart. How do people deal with extreme crises and what does that say about us?

Goal:

-I would like to increase my self-motivation to accomplish things more successfully on my own, regardless of deadlines and requirements.