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Is this thing on?
It's been awhile. Not a whole lot worth writing, I 'spose. I still don't feel very prose-y, but if I neglect the journal any longer, it's going to rust shut for good.
I'll start with things that are bad: my resolve has fallen apart when it comes to school matters. I'm kind of like a kid in a store who wanders off to follow something sparkly, causing their paretns great worry. Which, incidentally, is something I used to do pretty often as a kid. I don't even have it rough like Eric and Bonnie, my stuff is super fun compared to theirs, I just get real lazy. And there is so much I could be doing. I think I'll play the season card and blame it on early sunsets and my hatred of being cold. Notice I didn't say I hate winter or the cold--I actually love winter and all it's trappings. But I really dislike being cold. And for some reason (lack of vitamins? sleep? fresh air?) I look like a wax figure these days. Do you ever just get sick of your own face?
My internship is almost over. Which would be sad, except I managed to secure 6 more credits for next semester. I'll be doing library research about advertising for Sut on one day and on another I'll be at MEF working on stuff for his class, digitizing it and stuff. He claims it will be boring, to that I said "PSSSHHH!"
The only sucky part of the internship has been this dude Jeremy. Graduated from UMass 10 years ago, sort of a local hero since he edits/produces videos at MEF, works at the Flywheel (an arts collective in Easthampton), plays the drums and is generally one of those 'grown-ups' who managed to turn out very rad. All semester long he's been in charge of fixing my mistakes. He'd teach me how to use something, TiVo, or FinalCut Pro, then I'd proceed to fuck things up. I probably kept him from all kinds of work. He was never demeaning about it, but you know me, I would always apologize profusely, stammer some lame joke, then try to engage him in some dumbass conversation to prove that I actually wasn't braindead. Never worked, and I just left feeling really stupid a lot of the time. It's not that I dislike technology, I want to be better at it, I just need time. Sigh.
Good things:
Bonnie and I have been all Sex and the City lately, eating together all the time. It's super, she is one of the few people I can make laugh and means a lot to me. I'm pretty sure we're going Contra Dancing on Sunday, which is nowhere near as torrid as it sounds.
My Christmas gifts, which weren't even going to happen this year (anti-consumption statement, not me being cheap) rock. I think the recipients will really like them, at least I hope so. Giving is cool when it's not compulsory.
I have gotten very good at making hats, for serious. I'm constantly perfecting my craft.
This semester has confirmed what I want to do, and given me a lot of insight into the world of cultural studies. I'm finally out of the confines of the class room and will be even more so this spring. Culture observers have a special trait of being constantly interested in the world around them, and while I've expressed sensitivity to this before, it's often really nice. I really look forward to being paid to sit and read and write. When I'm not glowering about the state of the world I feel like there really could be a paradigm shift in my lifetime. That's neat to think of.
Um...that's enough for now =)
Over and out,
Cirilia
It's been awhile. Not a whole lot worth writing, I 'spose. I still don't feel very prose-y, but if I neglect the journal any longer, it's going to rust shut for good.
I'll start with things that are bad: my resolve has fallen apart when it comes to school matters. I'm kind of like a kid in a store who wanders off to follow something sparkly, causing their paretns great worry. Which, incidentally, is something I used to do pretty often as a kid. I don't even have it rough like Eric and Bonnie, my stuff is super fun compared to theirs, I just get real lazy. And there is so much I could be doing. I think I'll play the season card and blame it on early sunsets and my hatred of being cold. Notice I didn't say I hate winter or the cold--I actually love winter and all it's trappings. But I really dislike being cold. And for some reason (lack of vitamins? sleep? fresh air?) I look like a wax figure these days. Do you ever just get sick of your own face?
My internship is almost over. Which would be sad, except I managed to secure 6 more credits for next semester. I'll be doing library research about advertising for Sut on one day and on another I'll be at MEF working on stuff for his class, digitizing it and stuff. He claims it will be boring, to that I said "PSSSHHH!"
The only sucky part of the internship has been this dude Jeremy. Graduated from UMass 10 years ago, sort of a local hero since he edits/produces videos at MEF, works at the Flywheel (an arts collective in Easthampton), plays the drums and is generally one of those 'grown-ups' who managed to turn out very rad. All semester long he's been in charge of fixing my mistakes. He'd teach me how to use something, TiVo, or FinalCut Pro, then I'd proceed to fuck things up. I probably kept him from all kinds of work. He was never demeaning about it, but you know me, I would always apologize profusely, stammer some lame joke, then try to engage him in some dumbass conversation to prove that I actually wasn't braindead. Never worked, and I just left feeling really stupid a lot of the time. It's not that I dislike technology, I want to be better at it, I just need time. Sigh.
Good things:
Bonnie and I have been all Sex and the City lately, eating together all the time. It's super, she is one of the few people I can make laugh and means a lot to me. I'm pretty sure we're going Contra Dancing on Sunday, which is nowhere near as torrid as it sounds.
My Christmas gifts, which weren't even going to happen this year (anti-consumption statement, not me being cheap) rock. I think the recipients will really like them, at least I hope so. Giving is cool when it's not compulsory.
I have gotten very good at making hats, for serious. I'm constantly perfecting my craft.
This semester has confirmed what I want to do, and given me a lot of insight into the world of cultural studies. I'm finally out of the confines of the class room and will be even more so this spring. Culture observers have a special trait of being constantly interested in the world around them, and while I've expressed sensitivity to this before, it's often really nice. I really look forward to being paid to sit and read and write. When I'm not glowering about the state of the world I feel like there really could be a paradigm shift in my lifetime. That's neat to think of.
Um...that's enough for now =)
Over and out,
Cirilia