tomorrow, my future will be determined: an entry in various parts
Sometimes, I worry I spend more time doing the set-up for entries, i.e. tags, a title, music, time formatting, than I do actual (quality) writing. That being said, I'm feeling pretty, pretty good lately. Okay, not really. But, there is a time to pretend when we are fated to pretend, yes?
Today marks the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's untimely demise. On 17 November 1980, Double Fantasy was released to a lack of critical acclaim; the wikipedia article cites someone calling i "a self-absorbed disaster." oy vey. I don't particularly care for the album, but today, it feels strangely appropriate: it is the right mix of that late 70s/early 80s sound, where punk was dead/dying, disco was dead/dying, and new wave and hip hop were just starting to fill the void. (N.B. I shouldn't be allowed to write about music as often as I do). Oh well; so it goes.
My future will be determined tomorrow, actually. Tomorrow is my credential program interview. I may be asked to speak in Spanish, to verify my abilities. I also need to print my confirmation ticket to show them that I am indeed registered for the CSET: Spanish Subtest II (the one on cultural literacy that I failed by 5, yes, 5 lousy points!). Did I mention I still know little about Latin American culture? And yet, here I am, wanting to play translator for high school aged children...oy vey. I'll figure something out; Even Richard Nixon has soul, right? Ergo, it stands to reason that I have enough soul to transform my prosaic knowledge of Spanish into a lyrical fiesta of culture & language! ta-da!
We're not going to lose the house. Mother was being melodramatic, and she caught me in her storm, as per usual.
I had a dream about Alpo. It was not rated PG.
I'm still continuing to use my 2008/early 09 laptop. It feels remarkable, to have easy access to all my music, again. Well, except for a lost album or two (I'm lookin' at you, Bark by Jefferson Airplane --which I own at least one vinyl copy of). ((*of which I own at least one vinyl copy?)) Sorry, I like to play with my syntax (relatively) when I'm in a better mood. It is a noticeable trend that the better I feel, the less I-centric my entries are. That being said, Most if not all of my entries are I-centric because livejournal will forever be my whinejournal.
Post-script: I never write about what I intend to; entries always become their own organism. Why is that?
Today marks the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's untimely demise. On 17 November 1980, Double Fantasy was released to a lack of critical acclaim; the wikipedia article cites someone calling i "a self-absorbed disaster." oy vey. I don't particularly care for the album, but today, it feels strangely appropriate: it is the right mix of that late 70s/early 80s sound, where punk was dead/dying, disco was dead/dying, and new wave and hip hop were just starting to fill the void. (N.B. I shouldn't be allowed to write about music as often as I do). Oh well; so it goes.
My future will be determined tomorrow, actually. Tomorrow is my credential program interview. I may be asked to speak in Spanish, to verify my abilities. I also need to print my confirmation ticket to show them that I am indeed registered for the CSET: Spanish Subtest II (the one on cultural literacy that I failed by 5, yes, 5 lousy points!). Did I mention I still know little about Latin American culture? And yet, here I am, wanting to play translator for high school aged children...oy vey. I'll figure something out; Even Richard Nixon has soul, right? Ergo, it stands to reason that I have enough soul to transform my prosaic knowledge of Spanish into a lyrical fiesta of culture & language! ta-da!
We're not going to lose the house. Mother was being melodramatic, and she caught me in her storm, as per usual.
I had a dream about Alpo. It was not rated PG.
I'm still continuing to use my 2008/early 09 laptop. It feels remarkable, to have easy access to all my music, again. Well, except for a lost album or two (I'm lookin' at you, Bark by Jefferson Airplane --which I own at least one vinyl copy of). ((*of which I own at least one vinyl copy?)) Sorry, I like to play with my syntax (relatively) when I'm in a better mood. It is a noticeable trend that the better I feel, the less I-centric my entries are. That being said, Most if not all of my entries are I-centric because livejournal will forever be my whinejournal.
Post-script: I never write about what I intend to; entries always become their own organism. Why is that?