| I made something. |
[May. 2nd, 2009|02:20 am] |
It's a tumblr.
http://phaysone.tumblr.com
For some reason, I've become increasingly distant to the confines of the written word when it comes to artistic endeavors. It just strikes me that the word is intended as a road sign to a concept or idea - somewhatotic. The unfortunate side to it is that when so many signs are strung together, their actual meaning; the destination, is inevitably lost. Knowing this, I have begun to gravitate toward graphic and more substantial visual icons. I understand that visuals are just as susceptible to misinterpretation as the graphic, but somehow I am OK with that.
At the very least it's something to look at, and if you don't get it - it's art. |
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| Top 25 Things Vanishing From America |
[Dec. 23rd, 2008|10:12 am] |
8. Wild Horses
It is estimated that 100 years ago, as many as two million horses were roaming free within the United States. In 2001, National Geographic News estimated that the wild horse population had decreased to about 50,000 head. Currently, the National Wild Horse and Burro Advisory board states that there are 32,000 free roaming horses in ten Western states, with half of them residing in Nevada. The Bureau of Land Management is seeking to reduce the total number of free range horses to 27,000, possibly by selective euthanasia. |
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| New Post |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|08:18 pm] |
Howdy there
This is a new post that doesn't really contain anything substantial other than a reminder that I'm still alive and receiving ever new sensory input.
Relationships
Tried to date a guy named Ray but he turned out to be preoccupied with the idea of a boyfriend and less so with cultivating an actual relationship. Hes fixated on this other fellow who has grown to somewhat loathe Ray due to the awkwardness of the fixation. I'm actually friends with both parties; Ray is endeared because I gave him a chance and the boy he likes is fond of me because I'm an intelligent cutie.
Following that episode is a nice fellow named Mike. I don't really think we have any named (or Facebook-official) relationship per se, but we have class together and our daily rhythms jive pretty well. We semi-cuddle and watch blu-ray movies at his place and do homework together on campus. We get along but we're not relationship compatible; hes into "bad boys" (lol) and i'm into rational artsy types. It's a good thing that we have going but its not especially meaningful.
Social
I moved and made a new friend named Marcus who lives two doors down. Hes a cool cat but I don't know how substantial of a friendship we've got going. Probably too early to call anything at the moment. On the plus side i've been chatting with CFA (Campus Atheist/Religious Progressives) and they're some decent if goony folks.
Academic
This would be the most lengthy section simply because it consumes so much of my time but I don't really feel like documenting it all. Suffice to say, it just an unending torrent of drafts and work and responsibility with no visible light at the end of the tunnel. It's starting to make me depressed, like the water is always at my ears and only through struggle can I catch a breath. Ugh, thinking about it drags me down (I have a 10 page paper due sunday and 13 page draft to edit by Monday).
That about wraps me up in a nutshell. If more happens of substantial merit i'll try to post it here instead of letting some whiny rant about boyfriends and dicks stand stagnant at the top for so long.
Till then, take care!
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| Summer lovin, happened so fast |
[Aug. 22nd, 2008|11:26 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | music |
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So this is how it works.
It's funny how not any one can believe the ride is over as it lazily rolls back into station. I have the same sensation when I try and recall the languid months of Summer; reading, video games, moving and planning. Yet despite being back where I started i've learned something from my most recent romantic odyssey.
Lets see, I essentially met Ray online. We had a lot of friends in common, in fact I had tried getting to know his friend Evan before I learned about Ray himself. Eventually Ray and I met on campus, got lunch and coffee and did quaint little things together before going out to a party or any kind of actual event. One club night out later (my first in months) and before you know it, we're "Facebook Official," he got the paperwork notarized and everything.
And why not? We looked like a cute couple; our friend circles overlapped, we liked the same music and had a similar approach vector towards life. Yet in spite of all this flow there was a catch. The thing with me, and I think the universal hesitancy towards Official Relationship, is that if i'm going to agree, if i'm going to sign the night away with a kiss and an I-Love-You, its because I mean it. Yet what can immediately be read from someone who is quick to close the deal and seal it with such vaunted words?
Nothing in itself, but its a tell tale sign of someone who doesn't exactly know what they're doing. This was Ray's flaw. Hes a year younger than me but an age less mature when it comes to the dating or general relationship scene. Hes got this lingering crush on the many who have spurned him in the past, and continue to do so. The Evan fellow was one who had rejected him romantically, despite claiming to be best friends (forever). It seemed almost every get together we had, he would bring up Evan to some degree - pull him up on facebook, discuss his family or his brother or that night they were out at the club. I think my mistake here was playing it too cool, I hoped that he would get over Evan (and phase him out of fantasies) once I became the apple of his eye, no such luck.
Hello? Yes, I am still down here.
The relationship just never really moved forward. We hung out as often as our respective schedules allowed, but something remained off amidst it all. It was about the 3rd week in that I noticed all our phone calls were the same superficial stuff, "How are you today? Good me too!" "When do you get off today? Good!" repeat. Our actual time together, one on one, was either awkward and strained or pillow talk. Time spent amongst friends and Ray would withdraw into a background character, I often ended up hanging out more with his friends than with him.
It's almost a waste that a nice guy like Ray just isn't ready for a relationship so much as wanting of a boyfriend. I think that's all I was to him. From the gay themed bon mots punctuated in kissing me as a show in front of friends to the clinging need to establish the relationship and officiate it with formalities and photo documentation; he was in a rush to get a boyfriend, not keep a relationship.
This coming Monday marks the beginning of the Fall semester, officially ending Summer in all ways but temperature. This fleeting round wasn't all too bad for me, while the bout has left me somewhat crestfallen I remain standing and undeterred. I'm looking forward to what the next few months will bring, holding close the same passions and hopes ... and perhaps a little foresight.
And how!
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| What a fool I was! |
[Apr. 22nd, 2008|02:06 am] |
Yikes, so I just had something of a shock that I won't go into complete depth about due to its embarrassing nature.
(02:19:38) : sorry about that
(02:19:48) Rakes: haha about what now
(02:20:14) : well, i'm not gay
(02:20:22) Rakes: well fuck :[
There will forever be nothing but curve balls in my life. The only balls in my life but my own.
Ok ok, i'm a pretty rational person and don't run ahead unless the foundation is beneath me. This guy met me at a party, hung around me, and before he departed gave me his contact information. With it, I found his (private) myspace that listed No Answer for orientation.
Does that say at least bi curious to anyone else?
I'm glad text leaves out the sheer weight in my words right now.
good night. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2008|05:42 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Telephone Jim Jesus | ] |
Well its about 5:30am and i've been twenty one for about 5 hours and 30 minutes.
I gotta say, if these lissome hours in the twilight of the morn portend to what the remainder of this year will hold, I am in for in for some good fortune this year!
Ok ok, so one quarter of one day of one 365 part year is not indicative of anything. In fact, it only seems to make ever more apparent of the passage of time and serve as a reminder of the inevitable mortality of my ebullient pragmatism. Though I know to take the present in stride and optimism, the spectre of cynicism is ever looming; daunting, haunting and waiting on some far flung horizon. Here is a birthday update; an exercise in perspective.
Starting with a high note, academia seems to be going pretty well for me. Though the grades aren't all in and there is still the chance of a final curve ball in the week ahead, I think i'm lined up for straight As - or at least something close to it. This semester ends in relief, i'm laying the proper GPA groundwork for future success and I just hope to keep chuggin' along to a graceful graduation a year or so from now. This internship i've got going for myself it pretty swank too, even if it is winding down. 400$/mo to do bookwork and attend meetings as an "intellectual concierge", I wonder if I could put that on my resumé?
I've started to focus some attention to this new dimension of professionalism, or whatever my college-bubble approximation thereof is. I'm learning to write proper-like. That is, writing in a way that isn't the naïve over extended flowery form repellent to professionals and the working world. I don't plan on being some misbegotten writer, banking on the art in my words to wistfully carry me away to authorship like a Cinderella to her Prince. I needn't write to narrate, simply to tell. I have this small ability, so how hard can it be to get a job exercising it? Turns out, it will take me more than a little effort. As I said before, my internship winds down this month, meaning I need something to keep me busy over the summer. I've applied as a student editor - to no reply but am apparently doing some current degree of work which may enable a future internship in the fall. My rent will be ok and the academic success will ensure my tuition, but I need personal cash, I want to earn my keep.
The social plane has shifted somewhat. I'm pretty set in changing the paradigm of who I associate with, by choice and by necessity. As of now, the months ahead seem set in moving to a local apartment with the PC-centric Michael and the Earnest Sensate Greg, a refreshing change from the axis of Kyle and Kristin. Though they will be missed for the times that were shared, I can't help but be at least a bit relieved. Some thing about this feels like the start of some new chapter of self expression and actualization, as if the wants and needs that went unheeded will finally be acknowledged and addressed. I believe i'm after those close relationships - is this it, or at least the right direction?
Time will tell in the end, or in the case of my 20 to 21 transition - it won't. There will be new questions proposed based on the old conclusions, a synthesis of experience that yields perpetually new and exciting results.
Heres to being 21, heres to a new age. |
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| pick your favorite |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|10:41 pm] |
HEROS BUT ROARGASM HE KNOCK HIM HE ALWAYS GENTLEMAN ALWAYS GENTLEMAN
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[Feb. 21st, 2008|06:59 pm] |
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| | Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti - The Kitchen Club | ] |
In. out. in.. out.. in... out...
Maybe its the thick and humid air that gives weight to these thoughts, a coalescence of concerns that find their way to the keyboard. Regardless of the reason, the moment finds me to type the recent and largely inconsequential events of my life.
There have been at least a few developments in regards to school life and academia in general. Seeing as how i've discovered a degree of calling in the fast paced world of Technical Writing i'll make the remainder of this post as literarily efficient as possible.
Introduction
What follows is a brief rundown of my academia perspective from within the perspective of my academia. The + preceding a message denotes a positive point, a - indicating negative. Each section will begin and conclude with a short orientation segment.
Classes
3 Tech Writing courses, 1 Linguistic Anthropology, and 1 Directed Readings.
Tech Writing
Tech Writing is the unsung legwork of every purposeful proposal and bound book. It's the selecting of fonts and deliberation of pagination. Formatting for the finest.
+ Dr. Jones mentions me often as a model leader for group work.
+ A girl in class called me smart when asking for my opinion in class.
+ Class votes for style formatting yielded lots of lol's with a new friend.
+ Professor Gomrad told me she was really glad to have me as a new student.
- Professor Moody gives terrible instructions for her online modules. Much frustration.
--- +She is lax with due dates.
- My proposal in Jones class is more work than I anticipated.
It turns out, I actually enjoy Technical Writing. It can be a bit stale, what with the tendency to reduce prose to bulleted lists but for some reason the structure of it all is ... reassuring. It makes me feel like I want to become an editor.
Linguistic Anthropology
I really enjoy Linguistics as a study, its essentially the study of parts of language and the grammar of communication as a whole. The anthropological twist of this class is to emphasize language diversity by contrasting various cultures and groups.
+ Linguistics bonus. I enjoy learning about morphemes and phonemes and all the little nuance that goes into communication.
+Steady and light workload.
- Professor Howard has a tendency to delve deeply into her culture. Can at times be alienating when she brings up her time spent with tribes who were forced out due to American expansionism.
This course is for my minor, I'm looking forward to getting into other related courses and think it'll supplement my overall academic career nicely.
Petulant whelp...
Directed Readings INTERNSHIP
Things were nebulous going in and now with several weeks under my belt the internship with Dr. Craig Saper still has some woods to go through. Following the work of the undefineable Bob Brown of the 30s, Craig hopes to reinvent reading for the digital age. A lofty goal, but his methods leave me skeptical.
+ I am being payed 10$/hr, 10hrs a week.
- Books books books. Read this book, find usable examples of my vague terms.
- Unclear objectives and tasks. After every request I have to go back and fourth in email to coax clarity out of him. Wasted time and muddled responses.
- Little to no support for my thesis, MY personal endeavor.
+ I am being payed 10$/hr, 10hrs a week.
- I am being assigned work that goes far beyond 10hrs.
I'm less than thrilled about this. My tech writing is all about clarity and order while this internship is an undefined approach to a nebulous concept. I want to do as best as I can but can you really blame me for balking when he hands me 3 separate books and tells me to find usable citations to terms he invented then failed to explain? Sigh..
Conclusion
Thats about all for me now. This was a post about school and the life thats involved with that. It exists as a shawl for the remainder of my self, still turbulent in musings of love and location. I could go on with more +s and -s and perhaps will, in another post, another time.
Till then, farewell
and good night.
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| Oops and Downs |
[Jan. 20th, 2008|12:37 pm] |
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| | Diane Cluck - Auction | ] |
I've been feeling pretty melancholy lately.
It's been a long time coming, a sequence of little things coalescing into a near tangible feeling, like a whorl of wind thrashing somewhere near my sternum. What's worst about it is that I can't identify, diagnose and amend it. Since writing is my mechanism for sorting things out I figure this medium would be the best way to get something in this disasterpiece deciphered.
Here i'll try and list some personal dimensions and my general, present perspective thereof.
Self
Body - Not much changing here, i'm still skinny and that perpetual resolution for more mass goes unfulfilled yet another year. It's no matter, people still seem to dig me.
Mind - I'm kind of pleased with myself here at least, i'm doing some honors directed readings so I can undertake a thesis paper in a semester or so. My class load is keeping me moving at a steady pace toward the eventual degree without overwhelming me ... so far.
Expression - This is where things start to become muddled for me. I feel like i'm just following through steps, doing everything out of obligation instead of internal drive. I am unhappy.
Social
Friends - I have a fair number of associates, a few friends, and one confidant (who has his own plate full). I don't even know what to do here anymore. I can come off ok in classes, I make conversation and am approachable but the switch over to closer qualities never seem to happen. I feel like I have no one who I can really talk to, to air my hopes and fears to, no one to reassure or sympathize with. I feel isolated.
Friends2 - I've felt some retrograde and readjustment at home. Since freshman year (~2 years ago) I've been roommates with Kyle, his girlfriend Kristin has been along for the ride. Kyle is pretty reserved and quiet but is ultimately a thoughtful, sincere and hardworking fellow. The problem i'm finding is, and I don't like to say this, Kristin. I've just settled into a groove where i've come to read all her nuance as grating, insincere and unfaithful. Shes quick to sensationalize and distort, the friend who will leave bubbly comments that hint at your being a bad friend. I've come to judge the couple as college shed-friends when I wanted much more. On the plus side, Michael, my introverted computery roommate has been a lot of fun to get to know, he can be a bit rough socially but he reminds me of myself a lot and hes cool.
She is so happy and fat.
Relational
Sexual - I can have sex when I want. I mean, i'm relatively attractive and 20 in a college area, a gay college area. The problem is that sense of obligation creeps up and seems to strangle any pleasantness from an encounter. "Do I like them? Do they like me? Oh they're probably just here to get off so I guess I won't disappoint - oh thats so typical, these fags!" And its a continuous cycle... Well maybe not this simple, I can usually gauge when theres someone worth going off the formula for, I just have yet to really find anyone like that.
Prospective - Orlando makes me cynical. Where am I supposed to find gays? Clubs? They seem to be flighty queens, uninteresting and unengaging. Campus? I've been to the GLBT meetings, the first time was a "get to know someone!" where everyone fawned over spandex clad ~gymnast~, the second meeting featured a drag queen handing out cards for a local gay club. No thanks, I have no interest in (dis)organized gay culture. The internet is a possibility, the hookup sites are gross and OK cupid seems to have either overlap or people who say "hello," then vanish. I can't really endure that kind of abrupt build up and let down. I've essentially written off Orlando, and this whole block of my life, as a period in which I won't find a relationship.
Intimate - I'm single, lonely, and unoptimistic. I'm pretty messed up at this point too, I haven't had a real boyfriend or relationship before ... well, I had one that lasted around four months but I didn't know what was happening so I backed out of it. I mean, I barely saw him more than 3 times a month and he didn't see/call me for new years, I just assumed he wanted out. After a year, we still chat with each other at times and I sometimes wonder if breaking things off was the right thing. He made me very sad while we were together but now that its tested that theres no one better i'm feeling like my past choice was a mistake.
I think thats the gist of the issues that are on my plate. I don't really know how to make sense of things and don't know who to talk to about them so if nothing else this seems like a reasonable first step.
I might just need more sleep.
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| What an honor! |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|02:13 pm] |
"Hi Patrick,
You are receiving this message in reference to your visit to our office on November 1, 2007 about Honors in the Major.
Congratulations! Your fall 2007 degree audit has indicated that you are eligible for the Honors in the Major program. Attached is the HIM Application and Course Registration Form. Please have these signed materials returned to our office, BHC 102, by Wednesday, January 9 for spring admission."
wootabega
Ok so a lot of good things have been happening to me academically. My efforts have paid off and Jimmy Dean has put me on his list, roll that beautiful bean footage!
Number of College Credits: 76
Number of Upper Division Credits: 30
Major GPA: 4.000
Upper Division GPA: 3.833
My cumulative is still sucky due to GenEd classes but shh ;)
While this is all well and good there IS a catch, I have to write a lengthy Thesis paper! I have to get some professors to agree to help me out as I take special courses and craft a 50~ page paper on a topic within my field. I've already got my Thesis Committee Chair, Craig Saper (google his name!), on board so that helps. On top of this HIM dealie i've also got an Internship on campus researching Sociopoetics! Guess who the internship is under? Thats right, Craig Saper!
So the plan is to try and take on the HIM thesis this spring alongside my Internship. The thesis topic will follow the internship research topic so hopefully killing those birds with the same scholarly stone will preserve my sanity in what will undoubtedly be my most hectic semester yet!
Will Patrick crack under the pressure of the coming months? Tune in next entry to find out! |
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| New Roommate, new problems. |
[Nov. 10th, 2007|09:00 pm] |
This Thursday Mike called me at around 4:00, I was still on campus but he told me to clean up at home because we were getting a new roommate. I ask to clarify, getting a new roommate or one being shown around? No, the person is moving in, without even seeing the place. So I get home, Kyle is there and we do a bit of cleaning. Around 6:00 Mike and the new guy shows up, hes introduced as Randal.
He looked a bit scruffy but fairly average for 24. So while he works with Mike to sign the papers he seems really grateful for the chance to live in the environment we've made. Mike leaves and we order a pizza so he can eat and we can get to know him. Turns out hes gay and had just recently come from Denver Colorado. He used to live in Kissimmee (Disney area of Orlando) but has been, for the previous seven years, in Colorado. From what I could gather from his life story he has a rather murky past and a generally unprepared future.
I'll first give a good description of him before going into the bad.
Hes gay, like one of the more cliche types you hear about. A bit flamboyant, a bit bubbly, into fashion and the kind of clubby party scene. He seems eager to start fresh and avoid drama. He smokes so we considered him a decent person and we shared a bowl.
He asked if we did any other sort of drugs and our list was short: Pot and, on occasion, shrooms. He on the other hand admits to having "done it all," and goes off a small list including methamphetamines and cocaine as recently as a week ago in Colorado. Strike one.
We get to talking about what we're doing with our lives; Kyle works, Kristin and I go to class, Michael works and does online classes. He mentions how he worked for two years at a Medicare call center and repeatedly brings up this fact whenever trying to enter into comparable conversation. Two of seven years in Colorado was the only time he was working? He currently receives disability checks for his spine problems and happens to be riding this because its, "money in the bank." He has spine problems yet enjoys amphetamines and clubbing and has no real plan for the future? Strike two.
Then just a few hours ago I was sitting down talking with him. Letting him know my misgivings and asking questions about his past and my trepidation as to his honesty. Hes reasonably fourth coming about his past; he believes that this new move to Orlando is the blank slate he needs to turn his life around and that everything will be just peachy now that hes away from the trouble in Colorado. I start asking him about what kind of gay-life to expect coming through the door, should he get back into the club scene. First he tells me about super hot guys and the age range he prefers. Then he tells me that he has HIV. At this point Randall is just too much for me, for this quaint college house, to take in. Strike three.
So I think i've stitched together the narrative. Mike Kivits (Property manager) and his boyfriend David Lottman (Landlord) were out at a gay club where they came across Randall. Randall needed a place to live and was willing to pay as soon as possible. Mike takes this opportunity and of course signs him on, no questions asked. Randall is relieved, having been sleeping in his truck the previous night and ... clubbing the next. Now he is living with us and while he is optimistic about turning a new leaf I don't think I have the energy to be along for that ride.
I'm not exactly sure what to do next; hes a sob story with a lot of problems, too many for mild college kids to have visited upon them. I feel bad about hearing of all his trouble then wanting to reject him because of it.
Should I just roll with it?
Do I hope that some destructive habit forces him out of home?
Is it right of me to petition for his removal?
I'm just really mixed up. |
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| morp lad |
[Oct. 18th, 2007|02:05 am] |
I went ahead and made use of my hosting and purchased a new domain.
www.moreplaid.com
The black smilin' sphere is for my digital rhetoric class, everything else that ends up appearing will be for whatever! I just opened up the library so my next goal is to fill that in to functionality then add in some more outside.
This has been a surprisingly fun undertaking and I already know what stuff i'm gonna be adding next with even a number of long term plans! Good times, so please check it out and lemme know what'cha think! |
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| overdrawn at the bank bank |
[Sep. 27th, 2007|06:00 pm] |
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welp, i managed to overdraft my account a dozen times within a week without even noticing! i love having to come up with 475$ before the pending 105$ worth of fees come together and smother me forever |
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| That ship has sailed. |
[Sep. 12th, 2007|03:11 pm] |
There isn't anything of particular point to pontificate upon in this entry. School is going, people are coming, and I can't figure out if i'm coming or going.
I like meeting people and making new connections but there is the lingering reluctance that I can't seem to shake, the knowledge that i'm only a single, admittedly recalcitrant, person and that the fairytale friendships I dream of have already set off. Not only the dream of an idyllic closeness with someone I care about but rather the good solid friendships laden with relate ability, a sort of dependency for fun if that makes any sense. With enough effort these things sometimes transpire.
But then theres the people I see from afar, I browse their blogs and sift through facebooks. I can picture myself alongside them and their well established circle of friends. I say to myself, "we could be friends," yet in the end it just do nothing about it. Its a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty that never boils to any point but rather is swept away with the ebb of the tide and forgotten, only to resurface when the heavens are just right.
It often seems that we cannot form new circles, we cant simply combine into a greater whole like a soap bubble. Two can overlap, to be sure venn diagrams do form in social settings. Yet the times in which an actual electron jumps atoms is very rare. So in the end it seems everyone's course is set and their crew settled upon, those not on board can only receive the smiling wave as the vessel glides out of port to the waves beyond. |
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| the routine |
[Sep. 5th, 2007|10:56 pm] |
I'm well into the 3rd week of classes and things seem to be going well enough!
First i've got a Humanities class with my friend Kristin and, being the social butterflies that we are, set out to make friends with our classmates. Our first target was this cute, sharply dressed indie-esque boy who we came to learn went by the name of Frasier. So we sat relatively near him with the hopes of striking up conversation and getting into some sort of friendly routine. Well he seemed none too talkative towards us the first day of group activities and come the next meeting he wasn't there at all. The following Tuesday he shows up but decides to seat himself on the opposite side of the room; effectively communicating that he'd rather not socialize with the likes of us. His loss I say, Frasier is dead to me.. Niles too.
Fortunately, theres a number of friendly people in the class and we set our sights on a new pair who we learned went by Darcy and Mike. Repeating the attack formation used on Frasier, Kristin and I seated ourselves in the most likely region of our target. This time things went more according to plan, we got to group together, exchange names and pleasantries and later networked via Facebook. Whats great about these cats is, aside from being genuinely cool people, they're almost like a bizzaro version of Kristin and myself. The ins and outs of this duo remains to be seen but in my distant fantasy realm Mike is single and gay(hes already qt) and Darcy is an 8th level Sorceress majoring in Humanities. They seemed to be receptive towards our friendship (why wouldn't they?) so maybe we can hang out with them in the future!
My French class nearly had a problem. A year or so ago when I was trying to reach out to the gays of UCF I came across this one guy named Brandon. Long story short, we made a beeline to fooling around but I called it off about 20% of the way in. Yeah, I actually zipped up my pants and asked him to leave because I wasn't feeling it and didn't really like his personality or anything much about him. Hes tried to get in ouch every so often since then but I generally tune him out. But now you see the problem, we're in the same French class, yesss! He tries to make small talk with me before class and after responding a bit to be polite I put my ipod on and do some reading. That doesn't really stop him from trying to talk to me before, during, and after class. He even went and IM'd me after school with more small talk, the conversation moved to scheduling where I mentioned I was trying to switch out of French (expensive books, big workload, inconvenient hours etc..) when he took it upon himself to switch out. Well I ended up staying in the class since I sorta needed the credit and couldn't get anything to swap into. I'm not sure if I had any hand in his rescheduling but either way it worked out for me!
With him gone the class hasn't been so bad. My friend Skott is in the class and we generally hang out. Theres only about 5 guys in the class of 25~30, one of which Brian, is attractive and friendly. So i've tried to strike up conversation with him when possible. I even gave him a copy of my typed French notes to which he seemed pretty grateful. :3
My other classes are online so not much to write about there, besides i've gone on long enough.
Not much else to report other than my recent sickness and my newfound dependency on NyQuil as a sleep aid. So i'm gonna finish up some reading and sip down some sizzurp and hit the hay. Goodnight!
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| Holy Crap School |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|03:49 pm] |
It's about to start back up!
On one hand i'm really looking forward to it but at the same time theres always that hesitation and sense of simple foreboding. I feel like theres a laundry list that i've misplaced and when next Tuesday comes around i'll have nothing to wear.
Regardless, i'll be doin' a nice Tuesday Thursday thing pretty soon so we'll see how that goes!
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| Major Decisions! |
[Jul. 25th, 2007|10:50 pm] |
Well its coming down to crunch time and while my current class schedule is doable I don't think its all too satisfactory. Theres classes that i'd like to be in but are full and even though that sounds like a problem i'm confident that they'll open up as the date draws closer to the first day or there'll be openings during add/drop week. Getting INTO classes isn't my concern, what my concern IS is going down the path I truly enjoy.
Currently i'm an English - Creative Writing major. Really, its a fine major since I like writing and am relatively good at it. Apparently Technical Writing (essays, journals, arguments, etc...) are where I really shine. So i'm working at that, i've finished off the literature requirement and a few other necessities of the major, still got a ways to go but I keep on truckin'.
Aside from that though i've been taking some Political Science classes. I have a pretty good track record so far, getting As and Bs and I really do like the subject matter. While i'm a bit further along with my English route i've already cleared all the core classes of Poli Sci and can therefore jump into the more interesting classes.
The way I see it now, i'm at a sort of crossroads. Do I stick with English or venture into political science? Do I go into political science and take an English minor? Or do I dare to dream and attempt to pull off a crowning achievement of English - Creative Writing & Political Science - Prelaw double major? I'd really like to push myself and see how far I can go, where I actually end up is a mystery to everyone. |
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| Great just great |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|04:32 pm] |
Against my will and better intentions of a conscious mind, i've begun to have those dreams again.
You know...
The ones that end in fantastic outfits and choreography. |
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| One thing I want |
[Jul. 15th, 2007|05:57 am] |
At some point, be it in the far flung future or in the near present, I would like to share my residence, wherever it may be, with one other person.
Now this person wouldn't have to be a boyfriend or any sort of pre conditional arrangement, but it would be nice to have a one bedroom thats shared between us in a gay fashion or a two bedroom in which we have separate rooms.
The place would be nice and home like. Maybe with a potted plant inside that we, together, struggle to keep alive. |
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| Things in Motion |
[Jul. 12th, 2007|05:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| | Cocorosie - Sunshine | ] |
Welp, i've just recently returned to Orlando from a brief stint in Sarasota. Good times and good fun even if ther ewas a lot of downtime of doing nothing. To me a lot of it felt like Wake, Work, Nap, Eat, Sleep with all real interaction being fit into those specific periods. I suppose thats just the way things work but I like the time I spend with friends, feels less regimented.
Now that i've returned to O-town i'm counting the days not only till the Fall semster begins but also the other milestones that i've got to deal with ahead.
One is to finally run through this Rosetta - French program so I have an idea of whats going on when I take my French class.
Two is to rework my schedule so I can either get that 5th class I want or just get a 5th class in general.
Three is to clean out my apartment, wall spackling and everything, so I dont get hit with a billion penalty fines upon leaving.
Four is to move into my new place on the 31st.
Five is to get a job, not anything serious or strenuous but something to give me an income.
Six is to play and learn Second Life so my professor hires me to help build an online university.
Seventh is to maybe make some friends that I actually talk to and try to hang out with regularly.
Thats the gist of things on my agenda. I've got some other issues and dealings that must be dealt with but don't know how to go about it so i'll pretend that they, along with this bothersome wrenching feeling of longing, are simply a passing thing.
Thats all for now, hope everyone is ok or happy!
also happy 4th
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