ARCHIVE D: JANUARY 2003
Friday, January 31st, 2003
I took my sister to soccer practice last night, and we ended up getting there fifteen minutes early. So we just kicked the ball around and danced to Björk and The Clash in the parking lot, and did that for a half hour after we realized that her practice had been cancelled. Then we went to Fazoli's for dinner. It was a good night.
Monday, January 27th, 2003
Sorry for not writing in a while, but I've been either busy or offline, because I've been dropping out of college. I have a medical drop for this quarter(for mental, not physical medical problems), and I have eight weeks to try and recover enough to go back for Spring Quarter at the beginning of April. I'm going to relax for this week, but for the rest of the time, I'm going to be working on everything before I go back. It's a big deal to me to give up on this quarter of school, and I don't waste this time. Wish me luck - this is Day One.
Wednesday, January 22nd, 2003
This is the most interesting thing I've read on the Internet in a long time. I don't know if you guys know about it - it's about this guy named Patrick Combs who, on a whim, cashed a $95,000 junk mail check into his account and found that it cashed. It's kind of a long story, but it's awesome.
Sunday, January 19th, 2003
I can't stand the elitist attitude people take with music sometimes. Basically, unless a song isn't from some obscure alternative or rock band, it's not worth listening to. And I'll admit that the large majority of popular music is shlock. I can't stand to hear the same fifteen songs played over and over again on television and radio. But I also can't stand to listen to people talk about how people are idiots if they don't listen to a certain set of bands/singers. I mean, fuck, listen to what you like. If you prefer Yanni and John Tesh to Bad Religion and Good Charlotte, contrary to popular belief, it doesn't make you a bad person. In fact, if you have the courage to openly admit that you like John Tesh, then I have a lot more respect for you than for some random guy saying he likes Bad Religion just because they're considered cool.
Thursday, January 16th, 2003
Just an entry saying that the new layout's up, featuring Ayumi Hamasaki wearing John Galliano. I made this with the intention of using it for an actual Ayumi website, but I forgot to put up links and stuff. So, I just decided to use it for a new blog layout. There's not really much interesting going lately - same old not going to class and fucking myself over stuff. Though I read something interesting in February's Glamour - there are fifteen stories about these guys who had sex in different situations, saying what it was like. For example, one was right after a fight, after a dry spell, cheating, etc. My favorite is about Gary Doudan(he's on C.S.I.), and his was "with a woman who's much older":
Sunday, January 12th, 2003
My best friend just told me he was in love with me. I had suspected it, but I wasn't prepared for some of the things he wrote. "You shine light into me, and chase away shadows I didn't even know I had...If I were alone in the vastness of space, in the cold vacuum of nothingness, I would be okay but with a simple echo of your voice...I'm just so totally, truly, deeply, karmicly, cosmically in love with you." I cried so hard when I read his confession. Not only because it was so beautifully written, but because after all I've been through with Devin, I wouldn't wish love on anybody. And to think that I could be inflicting that pain on my best friend...I feel like I've done him an incredible injustice.
Saturday, January 11th, 2003
After I woke up, I went through my music collection to find the twelve songs that remind me of Devin the most. It's been months since we ended our friendship, but I'm still in love with him, and probably will be for a long time. When I was looking over the lyrics to Savage Garden's "Lover After Me," I just burst into tears. That song is so perfect for everything I'm going through. The songs are split up into Before(when Devin and I were still friends), End(when we said goodbye), and After(after the end, me picking up the pieces). Here's the track listing:
Wednesday, January 8th, 2003
I'm aiming for my portfolio/works site to be up February 1st. I'm in the process of designing the layout, plus some of the art projects that I want up there won't be done until then. I've been really inspired lately, so I've got a lot of ideas going through my head and a lot of follow-through to do. Hopefully the result will be worth it.
Monday, January 6th, 2003
I missed my very first Astronomy class this morning. Some things never change.
"My Lines" by Yvette Thomas
Sunday, January 5th, 2003
In a mistake that my father will no doubt regret for the rest of his life, he got the date school started up again wrong and so was forced to buy me a $400 first class ticket. Basically the only difference was that my cup was glass instead of plastic and the snack was different. I was expecting to be asked every ten seconds if I wanted anything and offered all sorts of wonderful things. Well, that might have happened if I hadn't slept so much. In the first flight I just put the tray down and slept on it ā la high school Chemistry, but during the second flight I conked out and woke up almost hanging out of the aisle. Embarrassing, especially considering the marks my jacket had made on my face. Oh well, won't be seeing those people again.
Saturday, January 4th, 2003
Today is my last day before I have to go back to Ohio. All this time off and the New Year have replenished me, and I'm looking forward to next quarter a lot more than I was a month ago. I'm taking Astronomy 161, Japanese 205, and Math 148. I've always been interested in Astronomy, but science and math are still my weak points. Nonetheless, this year is shaping up to be better than the last.
Wednesday, January 1st, 2003
I spent the New Year with my friend Elizabeth, her family, and her boyfriend. As the ball dropped, all I could think about was how the year was ending, my actions for that year were set in stone, and there was nothing I could do about it.