The Big One
random quote: the beatings will continue until morale improves
Okay, I stole the idea from Ssej. But I've had that in my head for awhile. It was on a T-shirt I got from the Virgin Islands, which I then proceeded to lose. Anyway. I did have other stuff I wanted to talk about.
Hokay, so I haven't done a serious update for a while. Sadly, I don't even have a good excuse. THings have been busy, but no more so than usual. I've had a wretched cough/cold for a couple weeks, but that hasn't kept me off the computer. Basically, I've just been lazy. So things are the same as usual!
Anyway. School is going okay. Went through a bit of a rough patch. My midterm marks dropped, still in the 80s but not as high as I've come to expect.Very disappointed about my Psych lab for this semester, only got 66%, actually below a class average of 68%. Not cool. I need to see about going over my lab with my TA, so I know where I went wrong. Also had a few issues with deadlines for essays. Handed in my second Cultural STudies essay a week late, but the prof said it's okay so that's good. Probably a bit of it has to dow tih the tail-end of winter and of the school year. Running a little low on motivation.
Getting my coursespicked out for next year. Four Psych: Stats because it's a requirement for Psych majors. Probably be boring as hell, but there we are. That's a full year course, then I'm taking 3 half year courses. Abnormal and Physiological Psych in the fall and Personality in the winter. Other than that I have a couple of "just for fun" type things. A creative writing workshop and science fiction, which both run all year. I'm a little worried about the creative writing because it's a third year course, and I'll have to submit a portfolio of my work, but there's no way I'm not going to try to get in! The other one, science fiction . . . what the hell. I enjoy sci0fi, and reading is an easy task, so whatever. Hopefully everything will work out. Even managed to schedule Mondays and Fridays off. I suppose we'll see what happens.
Things with the house next year are going well. I know which room I'm going to be in, which is nice, and Mom and Dad are coming up to see the place tomorrow. We've actually had a number of applicants for the sixth room, so that should be sorted out pretty soon too. Next stage: pick out the colour(s) I want to paint my room, do a good cleaning of the house and start looking for furniture.
Molly and James are dating now. Joy for them. Seriously, they make a cute couple. But I've been single way too long to keep from grumbling at least a little bit!
Will's been in front of the TV for the last couple days, watching the war on Iraw on CNN. I join him occasionally and feel very adult, until I realize there's a lot of stuff I really don't get. Ah well. It is kind of interesting, though. Last night the common room was full for Bush's four minute speech. I admit to making a few derogetory remarks, but not quite as strong as DC had.
Going home this weekend for the Oscars, since Mom and I watch it. Before hand, we've been invited to Bruce and Ron's for brunch and then we're going on a bit of a pub crawl for Bruce's sister's birthday. Should be interesting, I suppose. Molly is planning on coming for the weekend too, so that's cool. Plus I get to see my family, and my pets. Really, not much more I could hope for.
Summer is fast approaching. Not actually worrying about getting a job, but I'm starting to think about working. Hopefully it'll be fine. I have faith that it will be. Mostly. Whatever.
And one more thing. Just because I haven't written enough yet. A couple weeks ago was the creative writing workshop for ARTS 110 and I wrote a little monologue type thing for a random character. We were given a bunch of pictures and had to choose one to write about, from the perspective of that person. So my character was Teri. If I had a scanner, I'd let you see the picture. However, I don't. So you get to read the monologue by itself. So here we go.
The problem with the world, see, is not enough people are dreaming. See, they're just walking around, going to their boring jobs, living their boring lives, and never dreaming. Never looking beyond. They're all just . . . . they're small. Not me, though. I'm gunna be big. Huge! I dream. I know what's out there, and I'm gunna see it all. And I'm gunna sing. People will love me. And they'll all want to be like me. 'Cause I dream. And I'm gunna meet other dreamers. Not like the people I know now.
Like my boyfriend, Dave. I thought he could dream. Back in high school, he'd dream with me. He was gunna be my guitarist. Now he's working for his dad, some law thing. He's just like the rest of them. Thinks college and stuff is a real life. He's weak.
Sure, I haven't really performed or anything. But I sing, like, in my basement. And I totally have the look. That's all you need, y'know. The look. And I don't need other people to tell me I'm good. I know I am. When you've got "it", you know.
Working at a music store. Getting to know "the biz". My boss gets mad at me, 'cause I tell people when they're buying the wrong stuff. He warns me, I might get fired. Whatever. I don't need this job. I can dream. And I know I'm gunna make it.
I tell my parents too. They have little lives. They aren't going anywhere. I tell them, I'm gunna be great. And they're gunna wish they believed in me more. They're all twisted up just 'cause I dropped out of high school. Who needs 'em, right? They don't know. They don't know what it's like to dream.
I met this guy. He understands me. He's gunna take me to the top. He knows people, man. He dreams too. We just met, but it's like he completely knows me. His name is Jet. Jet. That's the name of someone who's been places. Who's seen things. Jet. He's gunna introduce me to people. I haven't even sung for him yet, and he knows I'm gunna make it. He said I could move in with him if my parents kick me out. Maybe I'll just move in with him anyway. He lives downtown. In an "loft". With musicians. I haven't met them yet, but I bet they can dream too. Go places, see things. Jet says I'll totally fit in with them. He says they'll love me. They'll understand me too. Jet says, they all know what it's like, to dream.
And I guess that's pretty much everything I have from here. That'll probably be it for a while, but no worries. You'll get another huge update, and everything will be right with the world.
Okay, I stole the idea from Ssej. But I've had that in my head for awhile. It was on a T-shirt I got from the Virgin Islands, which I then proceeded to lose. Anyway. I did have other stuff I wanted to talk about.
Hokay, so I haven't done a serious update for a while. Sadly, I don't even have a good excuse. THings have been busy, but no more so than usual. I've had a wretched cough/cold for a couple weeks, but that hasn't kept me off the computer. Basically, I've just been lazy. So things are the same as usual!
Anyway. School is going okay. Went through a bit of a rough patch. My midterm marks dropped, still in the 80s but not as high as I've come to expect.Very disappointed about my Psych lab for this semester, only got 66%, actually below a class average of 68%. Not cool. I need to see about going over my lab with my TA, so I know where I went wrong. Also had a few issues with deadlines for essays. Handed in my second Cultural STudies essay a week late, but the prof said it's okay so that's good. Probably a bit of it has to dow tih the tail-end of winter and of the school year. Running a little low on motivation.
Getting my coursespicked out for next year. Four Psych: Stats because it's a requirement for Psych majors. Probably be boring as hell, but there we are. That's a full year course, then I'm taking 3 half year courses. Abnormal and Physiological Psych in the fall and Personality in the winter. Other than that I have a couple of "just for fun" type things. A creative writing workshop and science fiction, which both run all year. I'm a little worried about the creative writing because it's a third year course, and I'll have to submit a portfolio of my work, but there's no way I'm not going to try to get in! The other one, science fiction . . . what the hell. I enjoy sci0fi, and reading is an easy task, so whatever. Hopefully everything will work out. Even managed to schedule Mondays and Fridays off. I suppose we'll see what happens.
Things with the house next year are going well. I know which room I'm going to be in, which is nice, and Mom and Dad are coming up to see the place tomorrow. We've actually had a number of applicants for the sixth room, so that should be sorted out pretty soon too. Next stage: pick out the colour(s) I want to paint my room, do a good cleaning of the house and start looking for furniture.
Molly and James are dating now. Joy for them. Seriously, they make a cute couple. But I've been single way too long to keep from grumbling at least a little bit!
Will's been in front of the TV for the last couple days, watching the war on Iraw on CNN. I join him occasionally and feel very adult, until I realize there's a lot of stuff I really don't get. Ah well. It is kind of interesting, though. Last night the common room was full for Bush's four minute speech. I admit to making a few derogetory remarks, but not quite as strong as DC had.
Going home this weekend for the Oscars, since Mom and I watch it. Before hand, we've been invited to Bruce and Ron's for brunch and then we're going on a bit of a pub crawl for Bruce's sister's birthday. Should be interesting, I suppose. Molly is planning on coming for the weekend too, so that's cool. Plus I get to see my family, and my pets. Really, not much more I could hope for.
Summer is fast approaching. Not actually worrying about getting a job, but I'm starting to think about working. Hopefully it'll be fine. I have faith that it will be. Mostly. Whatever.
And one more thing. Just because I haven't written enough yet. A couple weeks ago was the creative writing workshop for ARTS 110 and I wrote a little monologue type thing for a random character. We were given a bunch of pictures and had to choose one to write about, from the perspective of that person. So my character was Teri. If I had a scanner, I'd let you see the picture. However, I don't. So you get to read the monologue by itself. So here we go.
The problem with the world, see, is not enough people are dreaming. See, they're just walking around, going to their boring jobs, living their boring lives, and never dreaming. Never looking beyond. They're all just . . . . they're small. Not me, though. I'm gunna be big. Huge! I dream. I know what's out there, and I'm gunna see it all. And I'm gunna sing. People will love me. And they'll all want to be like me. 'Cause I dream. And I'm gunna meet other dreamers. Not like the people I know now.
Like my boyfriend, Dave. I thought he could dream. Back in high school, he'd dream with me. He was gunna be my guitarist. Now he's working for his dad, some law thing. He's just like the rest of them. Thinks college and stuff is a real life. He's weak.
Sure, I haven't really performed or anything. But I sing, like, in my basement. And I totally have the look. That's all you need, y'know. The look. And I don't need other people to tell me I'm good. I know I am. When you've got "it", you know.
Working at a music store. Getting to know "the biz". My boss gets mad at me, 'cause I tell people when they're buying the wrong stuff. He warns me, I might get fired. Whatever. I don't need this job. I can dream. And I know I'm gunna make it.
I tell my parents too. They have little lives. They aren't going anywhere. I tell them, I'm gunna be great. And they're gunna wish they believed in me more. They're all twisted up just 'cause I dropped out of high school. Who needs 'em, right? They don't know. They don't know what it's like to dream.
I met this guy. He understands me. He's gunna take me to the top. He knows people, man. He dreams too. We just met, but it's like he completely knows me. His name is Jet. Jet. That's the name of someone who's been places. Who's seen things. Jet. He's gunna introduce me to people. I haven't even sung for him yet, and he knows I'm gunna make it. He said I could move in with him if my parents kick me out. Maybe I'll just move in with him anyway. He lives downtown. In an "loft". With musicians. I haven't met them yet, but I bet they can dream too. Go places, see things. Jet says I'll totally fit in with them. He says they'll love me. They'll understand me too. Jet says, they all know what it's like, to dream.
And I guess that's pretty much everything I have from here. That'll probably be it for a while, but no worries. You'll get another huge update, and everything will be right with the world.