General Update
Sometimes I hear a song that makes me think in laughter, "Yes!" 'April 26, 1992 (Miami)' makes me laugh and want to dance in a fluid, loping slow-bebop.
It's hard to actually sit down and update about what has been going on when I have homework I need to get done and an art class playlist I need to finish. In my drawing fundamentals class, we play our iPods through a stereo my teacher provided, and my iPod esentially dominates. I didn't go to class one day, so another guy's iPod was played, and when I saw one of my friends from that class later at the dining hall, she mourned to me that his music made her want to pluck her eyeballs out, and that everyone missed mine. Needless to say, I was very flattered, as I am actually somewhat anxious about randomly revealing what music I listen to. When I make mix CDs or playlists, I deliberate over what or what not to put on them; I put a fair amount of thought into the tracks, as well as how I mix the CD. After I post this, I am actually going to take care of my Art playlist before actually doing the art homework.
I am thinking of putting green in my bangs. This would be a good time to insert a picture; however, my camera is still broken, and I don't have the funds or audacity to ask my father for a new one. This is because I know that my father would definitely get me one, and a good one at that, because he is very generous and a shopper, especially when it comes to my brother and me. I hate taking advantage of that. I was thinking of a streak, then a chunk, then all of my bangs. Before anything, I would really have to test it out with careful estimation in front of a mirror and imagination, as well as consider whether or not I really want to maintain a color as fickle as green or want roots by my bangs. And plus, bleach kills the ends of my hair, and I don't want haggard ends right by my face. Green is up there on my list of favorite fake hair colors. I have no hesitations on doing this in terms of it being unusual, as when I proposed my idea for rainbow hair, all I got was negative feedback; now all I get is positive feedback, and on a regular basis. I completely abandoned the idea of dyeing my hair back to normal for college, as I go home on weekends (I feel no misgivings about this) and can do touch-ups in the comfort and privacy of my own spacious bathroom. I think I get at least five comments a week on my hair colors, and I've gotten a handful of requests to dye other people's hair, to which I reply that I am not a professional but will do what I can (they usually forget about these requests anyway).
If I'm not going to update on the dynamics of my college life, I can at least list my classes:
-Drawing Fundamentals at 8:10 AM to 11:10 AM on Mondays and Wednesdays
-Intro to Communication at 11:30 to 12:50 on Mondays and Thursdays
-Elementary Japanese at 1:10 to 2:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
-Intro to Literature at 4:30 to 5:50 on Mondays and Wednesdays (fuck yeah for placing out of Expository Writing - take your APs seriously, trust me)
-Reproductive Politics seminar at 12:30 to 1:50 on Tuesday
-First Year Interest Group on communication at 11:30 on Wednesday
I don't really go to my Communication lecture because it's boring as fuck and I decided I hate lecture classes (thankfully that is my only one). Reproductive Politics is by far the most fascinating, and it has helped me to decide what I want to pursue in terms of education and a career (something which will further my pro-choice stance on abortion and prevent legislation to make abortion completely illegal). Drawing is pretty sweet, and I enjoy being the unofficial DJ. Japanese is also really interesting, and my teacher is an adorable, hilarious little Japanese woman. My FIG is a joke, but it's taught by a fun senior, and we usually get out early. Intro to Lit is alright; my teacher is funny and smart, but I'm starting to feel like I'm not really learning anything, and I get sick of the intellectual masturbation; sometimes I can almost see the cumstains on the ceiling from how hard my classmates read into the text, aka. pump their throbbing, over-analyzing dicks. Incidentally, my professor is like something out of an Oscar Wilde piece - he is like the manifestation of male beauty. His face is perfection! I don't even mean that in a way that would imiply that I am attracted to him - I'm not, and I mean that sincerely. He has the kind of beauty that demands analyzation. Alas, I feel that my descriptions cannot possibly convey what I mean, and on top of that, I feel vaguely like a tool for using the word 'alas'.
I am also taking a yoga class on Tuesday, a bellydance class with my friend, Allan, on Wednesday, and a pilates class on Thursday. Yoga is fucking fantastic, and next semester I am doing it at least twice a week. I love it. Bellydance is fun because Allan and another dormmate and I are taking it together, and it's dancing. I already dance well, but taking a class where you have to learn to do specific things that you would otherwise not do is challenging in a good, rewarding way. Pilates is surprisingly easy, but I'm in a beginner-level class because I didn't want to jump the gun and end up killing myself in a class I wasn't ready for. Rutgers is great in that it offers lots of these types of non-credit classes that would otherwise be extremely expensive if I were not a student.
Mike and I were in a bad place for a week or two after that major incident I relayed via AIM conversation, but on Friday we had a long argument/talk/me crying (which I actually don't normally do aside from intensely emotional and typically negative situations with Mike), and since then we are much better. I am glad, because those two weeks had me in a very strange, unsettling emotional state. I'm not completely back to normal yet, but I will either shift to a different 'normal' or will simply need more time. Things do work out in the end, which is something I have learned even with my meager eighteen years of life experience.
Lately my days consist mostly of class, chilling out with friends, seeing Mike and Paul (Paul has been visiting me!), smoking weed and hookah, having privately hilarious adventures involving the persistent denial and intentional frustration of a very deserving dormmate, and going home on weekends. This isn't a bad way to be at all. That cliche about not realizing how much high school blows until you get to college is completely and utterly true. Though high school was alright in its frivolity and relative lack of responsibility, I do not miss being stuck there for my entire day by any means. I do miss certain teachers, but that's really it. I don't feel connected to high school at all - it was something that merely happened. At this point, I cannot imagine returning to that world, not even as a teacher. It would be like just beginning to stretch your legs and then immediately being crammed back into a tiny box. I wasn't expecting college to be this nice, so I am very pleased to be here, especially since I can go home on weekends. I said earlier that I feel no misgivings about not staying on weekends, and that is because there are always parties on Thursday and Friday if I want to attend one, and aside from that, there isn't much else to do. I honestly feel that I would get more homework done than anything. Plus, by going home I can do laundry easily, as well as go shopping for anything I need. Most importantly, though, I get to see Mike, Paul, my family, and my cats. The only downside is that sometimes my friends throw parties on weekends, though the only one I've missed was one on the weekend after Mike and I got into that huge incident. Understandably, I wanted to go home to scope out that situation.
I seriously need to get back to work, but it was pleasant to write an impromptu and fairly comprehensive post! Maybe next time I will post some cellphone pictures.
It's hard to actually sit down and update about what has been going on when I have homework I need to get done and an art class playlist I need to finish. In my drawing fundamentals class, we play our iPods through a stereo my teacher provided, and my iPod esentially dominates. I didn't go to class one day, so another guy's iPod was played, and when I saw one of my friends from that class later at the dining hall, she mourned to me that his music made her want to pluck her eyeballs out, and that everyone missed mine. Needless to say, I was very flattered, as I am actually somewhat anxious about randomly revealing what music I listen to. When I make mix CDs or playlists, I deliberate over what or what not to put on them; I put a fair amount of thought into the tracks, as well as how I mix the CD. After I post this, I am actually going to take care of my Art playlist before actually doing the art homework.
I am thinking of putting green in my bangs. This would be a good time to insert a picture; however, my camera is still broken, and I don't have the funds or audacity to ask my father for a new one. This is because I know that my father would definitely get me one, and a good one at that, because he is very generous and a shopper, especially when it comes to my brother and me. I hate taking advantage of that. I was thinking of a streak, then a chunk, then all of my bangs. Before anything, I would really have to test it out with careful estimation in front of a mirror and imagination, as well as consider whether or not I really want to maintain a color as fickle as green or want roots by my bangs. And plus, bleach kills the ends of my hair, and I don't want haggard ends right by my face. Green is up there on my list of favorite fake hair colors. I have no hesitations on doing this in terms of it being unusual, as when I proposed my idea for rainbow hair, all I got was negative feedback; now all I get is positive feedback, and on a regular basis. I completely abandoned the idea of dyeing my hair back to normal for college, as I go home on weekends (I feel no misgivings about this) and can do touch-ups in the comfort and privacy of my own spacious bathroom. I think I get at least five comments a week on my hair colors, and I've gotten a handful of requests to dye other people's hair, to which I reply that I am not a professional but will do what I can (they usually forget about these requests anyway).
If I'm not going to update on the dynamics of my college life, I can at least list my classes:
-Drawing Fundamentals at 8:10 AM to 11:10 AM on Mondays and Wednesdays
-Intro to Communication at 11:30 to 12:50 on Mondays and Thursdays
-Elementary Japanese at 1:10 to 2:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
-Intro to Literature at 4:30 to 5:50 on Mondays and Wednesdays (fuck yeah for placing out of Expository Writing - take your APs seriously, trust me)
-Reproductive Politics seminar at 12:30 to 1:50 on Tuesday
-First Year Interest Group on communication at 11:30 on Wednesday
I don't really go to my Communication lecture because it's boring as fuck and I decided I hate lecture classes (thankfully that is my only one). Reproductive Politics is by far the most fascinating, and it has helped me to decide what I want to pursue in terms of education and a career (something which will further my pro-choice stance on abortion and prevent legislation to make abortion completely illegal). Drawing is pretty sweet, and I enjoy being the unofficial DJ. Japanese is also really interesting, and my teacher is an adorable, hilarious little Japanese woman. My FIG is a joke, but it's taught by a fun senior, and we usually get out early. Intro to Lit is alright; my teacher is funny and smart, but I'm starting to feel like I'm not really learning anything, and I get sick of the intellectual masturbation; sometimes I can almost see the cumstains on the ceiling from how hard my classmates read into the text, aka. pump their throbbing, over-analyzing dicks. Incidentally, my professor is like something out of an Oscar Wilde piece - he is like the manifestation of male beauty. His face is perfection! I don't even mean that in a way that would imiply that I am attracted to him - I'm not, and I mean that sincerely. He has the kind of beauty that demands analyzation. Alas, I feel that my descriptions cannot possibly convey what I mean, and on top of that, I feel vaguely like a tool for using the word 'alas'.
I am also taking a yoga class on Tuesday, a bellydance class with my friend, Allan, on Wednesday, and a pilates class on Thursday. Yoga is fucking fantastic, and next semester I am doing it at least twice a week. I love it. Bellydance is fun because Allan and another dormmate and I are taking it together, and it's dancing. I already dance well, but taking a class where you have to learn to do specific things that you would otherwise not do is challenging in a good, rewarding way. Pilates is surprisingly easy, but I'm in a beginner-level class because I didn't want to jump the gun and end up killing myself in a class I wasn't ready for. Rutgers is great in that it offers lots of these types of non-credit classes that would otherwise be extremely expensive if I were not a student.
Mike and I were in a bad place for a week or two after that major incident I relayed via AIM conversation, but on Friday we had a long argument/talk/me crying (which I actually don't normally do aside from intensely emotional and typically negative situations with Mike), and since then we are much better. I am glad, because those two weeks had me in a very strange, unsettling emotional state. I'm not completely back to normal yet, but I will either shift to a different 'normal' or will simply need more time. Things do work out in the end, which is something I have learned even with my meager eighteen years of life experience.
Lately my days consist mostly of class, chilling out with friends, seeing Mike and Paul (Paul has been visiting me!), smoking weed and hookah, having privately hilarious adventures involving the persistent denial and intentional frustration of a very deserving dormmate, and going home on weekends. This isn't a bad way to be at all. That cliche about not realizing how much high school blows until you get to college is completely and utterly true. Though high school was alright in its frivolity and relative lack of responsibility, I do not miss being stuck there for my entire day by any means. I do miss certain teachers, but that's really it. I don't feel connected to high school at all - it was something that merely happened. At this point, I cannot imagine returning to that world, not even as a teacher. It would be like just beginning to stretch your legs and then immediately being crammed back into a tiny box. I wasn't expecting college to be this nice, so I am very pleased to be here, especially since I can go home on weekends. I said earlier that I feel no misgivings about not staying on weekends, and that is because there are always parties on Thursday and Friday if I want to attend one, and aside from that, there isn't much else to do. I honestly feel that I would get more homework done than anything. Plus, by going home I can do laundry easily, as well as go shopping for anything I need. Most importantly, though, I get to see Mike, Paul, my family, and my cats. The only downside is that sometimes my friends throw parties on weekends, though the only one I've missed was one on the weekend after Mike and I got into that huge incident. Understandably, I wanted to go home to scope out that situation.
I seriously need to get back to work, but it was pleasant to write an impromptu and fairly comprehensive post! Maybe next time I will post some cellphone pictures.