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Factual errors? In my heavily-researched paper? It's more likely than you think. (Though, honestly, it's my fault for not properly going through what I already had - at least, I think it might have been. Could have been? Anyway, it's fixed now.)
Part of me is amazed that my mom showed it to one of her coworkers, and part of me totally expected it. I'm kind of glad to have gotten feedback that I probably wouldn't have gotten if I'd written the thing today, instead of yesterday - hurray for thinking ahead! (Rarely do people praise my word choice. Even if it was my mom, it's nice to hear, especially since, yeah, I really was trying to choose my words carefully. It's like this thing I read in an editor's note of... the first (?) volume of Loveless: "Thoughts are power, and words are spells." And it really is like that. Using the right words can have an amazing effect on... well, on anything. And... now I'm rambling. Oops.)
The hardest part about this thing is that now I have to undersell it, screw up the speech-giving part, because I'm not freaking speaking in for the PBL exhibition. It's not happening. I'd rather do this random thing, the specifics of which have yet to be revealed, than have to give my speech to... whoever is going to end up being there. And of course we're doing a contest to pick the best speeches for the exhibition. And of course I just know that if I give this my best that I'll most likely end up in it. But I don't know if I can screw up a presentation for something so great. I'm really proud of this essay, and part of me wants to deliver it in the best way I possibly can, simply because I know I can do it. I mean, I know that I can probably say no if I get picked. But wouldn't it be easier to simply not be picked in the first place?
Ugh. Now I'm angsting. That's enough of that. It took me most of art to figure out which lyrics I wanted to illustrate and how I wanted to illustrate them, but I managed it in the end. (Wow, abrupt change of subject, anyone?) "Pete and I attacked the lost Astoria/With promise and precision/And a mess of youthful innocence/And I read about the afterlife/But I never really lived" is the bit I picked. And... I have two images for it. The first one, for the first three lines, is a couple of guys happily running down a road toward some big city. The second one, for the last two lines, is the same two guys, almost but not quite at the city; one of them is slumped against the wall, nearly dead, and the other one is holding a gun to his head. (That's certainly healthy.) It's not quite what I wanted to do, but it's what my art skills will allow. ): (I kept getting these animations running in my head with the characters from Saturday and it was like, "Wow, these are really cool, but if I just pick one 'frame' from any of them, it'll be really lame." Reminds me of when I had to do my art final last year, and I kept getting this mental picture of something akin to the concept film for .hack//G.U. - which I would link to, if I could actually get to Youtube - and it was really awesome, but since I was supposed to be doing a multimedia poster, it... really wouldn't have worked.)
Gross, walls of text. Well, maybe I should about finish that with... um, I guess with that. (That was awkward.)
Part of me is amazed that my mom showed it to one of her coworkers, and part of me totally expected it. I'm kind of glad to have gotten feedback that I probably wouldn't have gotten if I'd written the thing today, instead of yesterday - hurray for thinking ahead! (Rarely do people praise my word choice. Even if it was my mom, it's nice to hear, especially since, yeah, I really was trying to choose my words carefully. It's like this thing I read in an editor's note of... the first (?) volume of Loveless: "Thoughts are power, and words are spells." And it really is like that. Using the right words can have an amazing effect on... well, on anything. And... now I'm rambling. Oops.)
The hardest part about this thing is that now I have to undersell it, screw up the speech-giving part, because I'm not freaking speaking in for the PBL exhibition. It's not happening. I'd rather do this random thing, the specifics of which have yet to be revealed, than have to give my speech to... whoever is going to end up being there. And of course we're doing a contest to pick the best speeches for the exhibition. And of course I just know that if I give this my best that I'll most likely end up in it. But I don't know if I can screw up a presentation for something so great. I'm really proud of this essay, and part of me wants to deliver it in the best way I possibly can, simply because I know I can do it. I mean, I know that I can probably say no if I get picked. But wouldn't it be easier to simply not be picked in the first place?
Ugh. Now I'm angsting. That's enough of that. It took me most of art to figure out which lyrics I wanted to illustrate and how I wanted to illustrate them, but I managed it in the end. (Wow, abrupt change of subject, anyone?) "Pete and I attacked the lost Astoria/With promise and precision/And a mess of youthful innocence/And I read about the afterlife/But I never really lived" is the bit I picked. And... I have two images for it. The first one, for the first three lines, is a couple of guys happily running down a road toward some big city. The second one, for the last two lines, is the same two guys, almost but not quite at the city; one of them is slumped against the wall, nearly dead, and the other one is holding a gun to his head. (That's certainly healthy.) It's not quite what I wanted to do, but it's what my art skills will allow. ): (I kept getting these animations running in my head with the characters from Saturday and it was like, "Wow, these are really cool, but if I just pick one 'frame' from any of them, it'll be really lame." Reminds me of when I had to do my art final last year, and I kept getting this mental picture of something akin to the concept film for .hack//G.U. - which I would link to, if I could actually get to Youtube - and it was really awesome, but since I was supposed to be doing a multimedia poster, it... really wouldn't have worked.)
Gross, walls of text. Well, maybe I should about finish that with... um, I guess with that. (That was awkward.)