Life.
Pretty much. Haven't updated this in a long-ass time. Maybe I'll go on for awhile...
The summer: Went to Vermont to see Becky, worked part time, made some money, soaked up some heat. Pretty boring. Got a lot of reading done...Did a lot of college shopping.
College: I'm taking-
Drawing I: Very, very difficult. But very rewarding. Professor is demanding, crazy, good at what she does, intense, and determined to make sure we can all draw a naked human beautifully by December.
Environmental Studies: Meh. Could be more interesting. At least I'm taking a science...
Poetry: Very fun! And I get to write poetic essays. Which is even funner.
Hebrew: B'ivrit, bitches! (I'm very excited about learning this language.)
American Jewish History: Great professor, interesting class, and my grandpa can teach me whatever the books don't cover.
I'm making friends. Not boyfriends. Wise decision, I'm sure. I live at Wesleyan University now, in the Butterfields (Butts) dorms. We have a communal butthole. Sometimes, if it's a good summer night, we'll smoke hookah.
People here are generally nice, generally smart. For some reason, many of the women I've met seem to have forsaken shaving. Why? This is one of the better traits in the western hemisphere, in my humble opinion.
I decided to update my wardrobe. Buy expensive jeans and get some more sweaters, stuff like that. I've realized that if you respect yourself enough, you shouldn't become a bag lady before you reach the legal drinking age. That just spells bad news for the later decades of your life. On the other hand, sometimes sweatpants are pretty convenient. It really depends on where you are, who you're with, and when you're going home.
I've got some pretty amazing quotes from the latest wonder-book I'm reading: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert M. Pirsig.
Are you ready?
Really?
Ok:
"...one does not convert individuals into mass people simply with the coining of a mass term."
"But there are human factors
Stronger than logic."
"'What's new?' is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in a parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow. I would like, instead, to be concerned with the question 'What is best?' a question which cuts deeply rather than broadly, a question whose answers tend to move the silt downstream."
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth.' Puzzling."
In other, less happy/bubbly/college-bubble news, my week had been way too emotional for a week that has only reached Tuesday. It's a serious problem. By Friday, I think I will have developed an arrhythmic heartbeat and they will have to come peel me off the dorm room floor.
In case this is me just being neurotic, I'm going to briefly record that most recent happenings that started on Sunday.
On Sunday night: I got the news that my grandpa was sick. How sick, I didn't know. Just that he was sick enough for my parents to not tell me the whole story. Which really, for all you future parents out there, is a bad decision. Worry can be a lot worse than being socked in the stomach with bad news. Most of the time.
Monday (even though I don't have boyfriend problems yet, I guess I do have some general "male" problems) this kid I've been semi-seeing decided to have another talk with me about the seriousness of our romantic development. Which I was pretty sure wasn't that serious. Nevertheless, he was worried I was a girl (a girl? say what?) and was getting more involved than I should be. Valid point. However, I think I have learned to portion out my commitment little by little, by now. And I do not think that he should worry about getting over-invested, over-involved, over-informed, overwhelmed...I am not going to go overboard with this idea. I get it. You get it. Boys are stupid.
And then today, I saw a wonderful, beautiful, and fucking depressing movie by the American-born, Israeli (and gay) director Eytan Fox. I won't say anything more about it. Well, a little: Go see it.
And also today: I found out a very deeply rooted ex-friend might possibly potentially hypothetically want to get back in touch with me. ...? I don't know. I really don't know.
Too many switches are engaged now for me to function properly. I'm going to go study Hebrew, read about the sad state of the planet, and maybe brush up on my Eastern-European immigrant knowledge.
Goodnight, and good luck to all of you who still read this.
The summer: Went to Vermont to see Becky, worked part time, made some money, soaked up some heat. Pretty boring. Got a lot of reading done...Did a lot of college shopping.
College: I'm taking-
Drawing I: Very, very difficult. But very rewarding. Professor is demanding, crazy, good at what she does, intense, and determined to make sure we can all draw a naked human beautifully by December.
Environmental Studies: Meh. Could be more interesting. At least I'm taking a science...
Poetry: Very fun! And I get to write poetic essays. Which is even funner.
Hebrew: B'ivrit, bitches! (I'm very excited about learning this language.)
American Jewish History: Great professor, interesting class, and my grandpa can teach me whatever the books don't cover.
I'm making friends. Not boyfriends. Wise decision, I'm sure. I live at Wesleyan University now, in the Butterfields (Butts) dorms. We have a communal butthole. Sometimes, if it's a good summer night, we'll smoke hookah.
People here are generally nice, generally smart. For some reason, many of the women I've met seem to have forsaken shaving. Why? This is one of the better traits in the western hemisphere, in my humble opinion.
I decided to update my wardrobe. Buy expensive jeans and get some more sweaters, stuff like that. I've realized that if you respect yourself enough, you shouldn't become a bag lady before you reach the legal drinking age. That just spells bad news for the later decades of your life. On the other hand, sometimes sweatpants are pretty convenient. It really depends on where you are, who you're with, and when you're going home.
I've got some pretty amazing quotes from the latest wonder-book I'm reading: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert M. Pirsig.
Are you ready?
Really?
Ok:
"...one does not convert individuals into mass people simply with the coining of a mass term."
"But there are human factors
Stronger than logic."
"'What's new?' is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in a parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow. I would like, instead, to be concerned with the question 'What is best?' a question which cuts deeply rather than broadly, a question whose answers tend to move the silt downstream."
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth.' Puzzling."
In other, less happy/bubbly/college-bubble news, my week had been way too emotional for a week that has only reached Tuesday. It's a serious problem. By Friday, I think I will have developed an arrhythmic heartbeat and they will have to come peel me off the dorm room floor.
In case this is me just being neurotic, I'm going to briefly record that most recent happenings that started on Sunday.
On Sunday night: I got the news that my grandpa was sick. How sick, I didn't know. Just that he was sick enough for my parents to not tell me the whole story. Which really, for all you future parents out there, is a bad decision. Worry can be a lot worse than being socked in the stomach with bad news. Most of the time.
Monday (even though I don't have boyfriend problems yet, I guess I do have some general "male" problems) this kid I've been semi-seeing decided to have another talk with me about the seriousness of our romantic development. Which I was pretty sure wasn't that serious. Nevertheless, he was worried I was a girl (a girl? say what?) and was getting more involved than I should be. Valid point. However, I think I have learned to portion out my commitment little by little, by now. And I do not think that he should worry about getting over-invested, over-involved, over-informed, overwhelmed...I am not going to go overboard with this idea. I get it. You get it. Boys are stupid.
And then today, I saw a wonderful, beautiful, and fucking depressing movie by the American-born, Israeli (and gay) director Eytan Fox. I won't say anything more about it. Well, a little: Go see it.
And also today: I found out a very deeply rooted ex-friend might possibly potentially hypothetically want to get back in touch with me. ...? I don't know. I really don't know.
Too many switches are engaged now for me to function properly. I'm going to go study Hebrew, read about the sad state of the planet, and maybe brush up on my Eastern-European immigrant knowledge.
Goodnight, and good luck to all of you who still read this.