Really?
More than a year. Really.
Maybe too preoccupied with those breasts that jiggle...
Well I am here again. I wonder if anyone else still is. I want to call him a close friend, but maybe I'm assuming too much. I can be sure that I'm correct in calling him a dear friend, and he's the one to thank/scorn for inspiring me to get back at writing. I have a little good news that ties into this...
I'll be going to school in the fall. Not the spring, because I'll need time to figure out how to make it as cheap as possible, and I'm giving myself what should be more than enough of that. I want to study journalism. Er, I want to study whatever I have to so that someday somebody will pay me to do some journalizin'. There's probably all kinds of things to study there, and I'm hoping the mathematical field of information theory is among those, because I've loved every info theory book I've ever read. I've done a little bit of reporting, and it's usually pretty well-received, so maybe I already have the basics down.
The school that I'll be going to is pretty much a joke. It's the party school of the region (aside from the music school) and if you come out of there with a Liberal Arts degree you wasted a lot of people's time, or so I've heard. But there are 2 programs there that are actually very well-renowned, and that's the Media Studies and the Teaching. (People like to suggest that I become a teacher, so I'll take a few classes in that too.)
Aside from it being a good program from a relatively affordable school, Media Studies at this place is also one of the courses taught by my favorite journalist ever, Dr. Michael Niman. I have no idea what it will take to get into his classes, but I'm willing to work hard and wait. He became my favorite journalist because I've been exposed to one column that he occasionally writes for a local weekly paper, and then one day I found out that the column isn't syndicated to here, but from here.
(btw, if you're curious about the type of work that impresses me so strongly, pick an article: http://www.mediastudy.com/articles/ )
Coming back, in light of this school thing that I'm so pumped about, I was thinking that I should get back into writing publicly. After all, this may be my last chance to truly enjoy it, if it does sadly turn out that school and work turn me off to the work itself. This brings me up to "wow, a year". And then a friend of mine told me to write, also. He might argue (especially now that I'm blaming him) that he makes mistakes sometimes, but I bet he never makes a mistake in his private moments, and that's what I'm trusting.
Anyway, I'm gonna go hit the bowl, and then be back with the short entry I was planning on.
Um, you could probably use a hit too. We'll call it "taking a breather".
I've got a pretty solid head cold going on. Not killer, but pretty solid. There are positive aspects:
I tell myself I'm pretty good at being sick. I suck ass at the whole getting-enough-sleep thing, but for the most part I avoid pervasive misery. I have a long history of deliberately knocking my conciousness and perceptions off-center, and while I have a more limited control over the effects of a pathogen once it takes hold, I can still appreciate it as getting fucked up for free. Plus, as soon as it gets boring by itself I can glitz up on all kinds of cold medicines, which I also enjoy.
There are also downsides:
I have to stay still for a long time in order to clear a breathing passage through my nose. I never stay that still for a long time, so I'm temporarily a mouth-breather. This is a testament to the moderate wisdom of viruses, because if there were any chance of me feeling attractive it might might cause a public health disaster. I'm also sorta bad at bitching, so I feel like only livejournal and my mom know I'm sick, and everybody else is wondering why I'm devolving.
"His posture's gone to shit, he's breathing through his mouth even when he's eating, and is it me or is he looking hairier lately?"
So I'm good.
Maybe too preoccupied with those breasts that jiggle...
Well I am here again. I wonder if anyone else still is. I want to call him a close friend, but maybe I'm assuming too much. I can be sure that I'm correct in calling him a dear friend, and he's the one to thank/scorn for inspiring me to get back at writing. I have a little good news that ties into this...
I'll be going to school in the fall. Not the spring, because I'll need time to figure out how to make it as cheap as possible, and I'm giving myself what should be more than enough of that. I want to study journalism. Er, I want to study whatever I have to so that someday somebody will pay me to do some journalizin'. There's probably all kinds of things to study there, and I'm hoping the mathematical field of information theory is among those, because I've loved every info theory book I've ever read. I've done a little bit of reporting, and it's usually pretty well-received, so maybe I already have the basics down.
The school that I'll be going to is pretty much a joke. It's the party school of the region (aside from the music school) and if you come out of there with a Liberal Arts degree you wasted a lot of people's time, or so I've heard. But there are 2 programs there that are actually very well-renowned, and that's the Media Studies and the Teaching. (People like to suggest that I become a teacher, so I'll take a few classes in that too.)
Aside from it being a good program from a relatively affordable school, Media Studies at this place is also one of the courses taught by my favorite journalist ever, Dr. Michael Niman. I have no idea what it will take to get into his classes, but I'm willing to work hard and wait. He became my favorite journalist because I've been exposed to one column that he occasionally writes for a local weekly paper, and then one day I found out that the column isn't syndicated to here, but from here.
(btw, if you're curious about the type of work that impresses me so strongly, pick an article: http://www.mediastudy.com/articles/ )
Coming back, in light of this school thing that I'm so pumped about, I was thinking that I should get back into writing publicly. After all, this may be my last chance to truly enjoy it, if it does sadly turn out that school and work turn me off to the work itself. This brings me up to "wow, a year". And then a friend of mine told me to write, also. He might argue (especially now that I'm blaming him) that he makes mistakes sometimes, but I bet he never makes a mistake in his private moments, and that's what I'm trusting.
Anyway, I'm gonna go hit the bowl, and then be back with the short entry I was planning on.
Um, you could probably use a hit too. We'll call it "taking a breather".
I've got a pretty solid head cold going on. Not killer, but pretty solid. There are positive aspects:
I tell myself I'm pretty good at being sick. I suck ass at the whole getting-enough-sleep thing, but for the most part I avoid pervasive misery. I have a long history of deliberately knocking my conciousness and perceptions off-center, and while I have a more limited control over the effects of a pathogen once it takes hold, I can still appreciate it as getting fucked up for free. Plus, as soon as it gets boring by itself I can glitz up on all kinds of cold medicines, which I also enjoy.
There are also downsides:
I have to stay still for a long time in order to clear a breathing passage through my nose. I never stay that still for a long time, so I'm temporarily a mouth-breather. This is a testament to the moderate wisdom of viruses, because if there were any chance of me feeling attractive it might might cause a public health disaster. I'm also sorta bad at bitching, so I feel like only livejournal and my mom know I'm sick, and everybody else is wondering why I'm devolving.
"His posture's gone to shit, he's breathing through his mouth even when he's eating, and is it me or is he looking hairier lately?"
So I'm good.