same old thing

I've got a few minutes before class, so why not post? I had 2 nights off (T & W) but now it's back to the grind. Yesterday I had class 8-2, intern 2:30-5:30, work 6-11. These 15 hour days are no good. And I'm working tonight, and all day Saturday. We've got to provide the sound for a 24-hour dance marathon. At least I snagged a day shift. So I'll have a 1-day weekend, and then it's back to the same old grind. Class, intern, work. Class, intern, work. I'm sure putting a lot of effort into getting out of college, when all I want to do is stay. By the way, does anyone need an A/V technician, TV reporter, radio producer, or control room operator? I also do filing and data entry.

it's true what they say

I should have carpe-ed the diem. Now it's too late. Again.

making TV

That's where I've been the past two weeks or so. Between working at my internship, producing our class's next show, and working I haven't had much time to post. I think I'm going to quit my internship. I'm just doing office bitch work, and it takes a good 20 hours out of my week when you add in the travel time. They've invited me on several shoots, but it's always during school. I can't skip, either, because all of my profs got together over Christmas break and decided they need to start taking attendance, just to screw me this last semester. I'm in 6 classes and every one is required for me to graduate. Craptastic.

I'm also hurtling toward poorness, as my spending exceeds my revenue by a great deal. I work a lot less for money since I'm interning for free somewhere else. Damnit, I know I'm 'supposed' to have internships, and I know there's a lot I could be learning, but I'm not. I can't believe it's halfway through February already.

all gone

I want my time back.

The greatest pianist...

This is the finest piano concierto ever recorded. (I don't even know what a concierto is. Did I use it correctly?) Amazingly enough, that guy is going to the Cleveland Institute of Music next fall, where my friend John just auditioned for grad school. John you have to become his friend!

Chain of Posts 9:39 #6 read me last!

This was part of an exercise I did 2/5. Start at the bottom or you'll be lost:

Ashley just walked in. This will taint my description of her. But it's only fair to finish, then do Mallory. I'd better hurry. She is coming over, too. I need more guy friends. (No offense, ladies.)

Back to Ashley. What was I saying, ah yes, a different breed. HEY ASHLEY STOP READING THIS. I sent her out of the room. First of all, very wacky. Lots of energy, expressed through silliness. She can be all over the place, flailing and laughing, making a foolr out of herslef and sometimes me by association. It makes for fun times. There is lots more, but I need to move on to Mallory so I don't have to start ANOTHER post.

Mallory is one of my other neighbors. She is a theater and english major, and even more literarily pretentious than you would expect from that. HA! I couldn't resist. I have no idea what she is talking about sometimes, but I nod and pretend like I do and say "I did theater in high school." I don't know what Ashley is talking about a lot either. Hmmm. It must be everyone else's problem, and not mine. Mallory gets into very heated arguments. I like arguing about ideas and policies and philosophies, so this isn't a problem for me. She has strongly held ideas. But as feminist and intellectual as she is, she still gushes over pink and flowers. What's up with that?

I did not do a good job on these descriptions. Perhaps my "Essence of..." photo series will better clarify. It's in the People album. 9:51 - took me extra time to check & format the link. done for tonight.

chain of posts 9:29 #5

I got too slow, by 1 minute. Had to answer Ashley's question. Now we're trying to come up with a way to assault the boredom that's taken over the Binkleys. Rise up, my brothers! Today will be our independence day. They will take our lives, but they will never take our freedom! ("What was that first part he said?") On this St. Crispin's Day! Win this one for the Gipper. Did we give up when the Nazis bombed Pearl Harbor?

Those are all the inspring, rousing quotes I can think of right now. Just passing some more time. Mallory is reading these faster than I can create them. Damn her high literary comprehension rate. It will be the death of me.

Pushing past the writer's block. They say that you simply have to keep typing, keep writing anything or it will never go away. Usually I say "bullshit," go play video games and turn it in late. But this is just a blog, so I can fill it with randomness. Ashley is going to come here. I hope she gets here before I have to start another post. This is getting difficult. I don't have the discipline to do it much longer.

I'll describe Ashley, since I mentioned her. Then Mallory, when I start my next post. Ashley is a senior dance major. She enjoys long walks in the rain, Radiohead, and crappy WB shows. I do not enjoy most of these things, but I enjoy Ashley. She is a different breed. TIME

Chain of Posts 9:18 #4

This is major Tom to ground control...It's playing in the background, and since I used up all my deep posts for the moment, I have to kill blog space until some other personal revalation comes over me and I reveal more about myself than I should on the Internet. Oh, the Internet. What a tangled web we weave. I saw this 60 Minutes special about Google. Cool place. First of all, there's a straight up MENSA IQ test you have to take as part of the job application. They must have some smart mothafuckas working for them. Check out the big brain on Brad! They're also doing inventive things with the internet, like letting you search from your cell phone for nearby things. The reporter found some restaurants in her immediate location in a few seconds. This was using text messages, not an internet cell phone, so it was that much cooler. Warning: cliched trite statement to follow - I feel like so much has already been invented, and that there isn't much left for regular people to create/discover. We've gotten so advanced that everything requires a lab and millions in high tech equipment. Imagine what it was like to live in the Renaissance/Enlightenment, when they were discovering things about lenses and electricity and basic mechanics. You could get some junk, stick it together in your basement and invent things or get closer to discovering scientific laws. That would have been great fun. I want to find something NEW. But I probably won't. TIME.

Chain of Posts 9:08 #3

Number 3. I should find a way to reorder these so you start at the beginning. There's gotta be a way. Anyway, I want to say a little more about looking inward...

This conjures up the idea of some nervous, shy, person with low self-esteem. That is one way to be consumed with yourself, but not the only. Egomaniacs are just as guilty as ...as....low self esteem people. The words aren't flowing right now. My point is that being "self-conscious" and "self-centered" in the typical sense are really two facets of the same problem - looking inward and focusing solely on that. I want to move beyond that. And by looking outward I don't only mean some sort of Mother Theresa style selflessness. She was certainly amazing, and I have a great deal of respect for what she did. But you can lead a "normal" life, I think, and still be that person who is aware of others, reaching out to them, empowering them, and seeing the world as a place for YOU to succeed and get what YOU want.

Man, I've said more about myself in the past few posts than I have all blog. It's the combination of forcing my self to type something and being somewhat tired. All I have immediate access to are these thoughts that run through my head all the time. 2 min left...

I tried to nap just before I started this, and I couldn't. Damn noisy neighbors. They were revving their motorcylce engine, playing that damn rap music, and shouting across the plaza (driveway). Granted, it was 8pm on a Saturday. But I get cranky when I can't get sleep. Plus, it was just annoying. SHUTUPA YOU FACE!

Chain of Posts 8:58 #2

Note: That's the start time of the post at the top. I decided to go with the 10 minute rule. Gives me a little time to talk to Lauren and Mallory online.

Mallory is also bored this Saturday eve. We haven't come up with anything to do, so I told her I'd start this project until we come up with a better plan. @ 10 min a post I could have 18 or so before the night ends. That's a lot of writing, but I won't be saying much. I don't have that much to say. That line instantly derails any train of thought. I need to stop saying "I don't have much to say." It becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. I wonder how many of those we encounter in our daily lives. I think it's in the neighborhood of a lot. My state of mind is usually a big obstacle to doing things. And if you look at some of the most successful people, some of the happiest, some of the most comfortable with life and with being, they are far from concerned about so many of the worries people have. We've all met someone like this. They aren't concerned with themselves. Not in a depricating way, but in a comfortable way. They have decided to be content, comfortable, seeking out their dreams. They have confidence with them, in reserve. It is a tool, not an ornament for display. These people aren't looking inward constantly, like so many of us are. They have moved beyond that, and focus on results, or people, or ideas. This is the type of person I wan't to become. Time.

Chain of Posts 8:48 #1 Start with me!

I am bored. My plan is to post continuously on here until I come up with a plan for fun. I've got to keep writing about new content and I'll submit it every 10 minutes. (It'd be 5 if I weren't such a slow typist.) See, I don't type for real. I'm all about the index fingers. Every now and then I mix it up with a middle or thumb, but I have to look. I'm going to make a wonderful journalist one day.

It's Saturday night and my lameness is more apparent now than ever. This semester has been full of loser weekends for me. I don't think I've actually done anything social. I spend lots of time in the Vortex, trapped. Some Binkley kids stop by at night, but that's about it. I was thinking the other day about how I'm completely separated from a whole facet of college culture - the Greek/party life. I've never even been inside a Greek house. I've never been to one of their parties or functions. It's strange to think that some people go to these parties 2 times a week. It is their social life, and it's something I've never even glimpsed. I don't find parties all that fun. Perhaps it's because I'm awkward socially. Perhaps I can never find anything good to talk about, or anyone to talk to. The idea of standing around in a bar Thursday and Saturday every week for 4 hours doesn't appeal to me. What do you DO other than stand around drinking and talking to the same people over and over again? I can't figure it out. Time's up.

what's wrong with this quote

I only have time for this on the weekends. I'm such a casual blogger. It makes me sick. I have seen the upcoming quote in the buddy info of several people I stalk through instant messenger, and I have a problem with it. Here's the quote:

"Why do 18 wheelers have 'This Vehicle Makes Wide Right Turns' written on them...more importantly, why do they make wide right turns? Does the left turning mechanism work just fine? If so, why can't they make...a RIGHT turning mechanism? We can put a man on the moon, transfer the heart or lung or colon from one person to another, and save more than 11,000,000,000,000 douments of information on some thing the size of a booger, but we can't figure out a way to make a truck can turn right more efficiantly? Wow....I guess we aren't the smartest species on the planet. Dung Beetles can turn right all day long..."

I have lots of problems with this 'observation.' Even though it's a joke, for some reason when I read it I take great exception to it's points. Perhaps it's because I think the people who use it actually think it's a revalation, when in fact it is simply ignorant.

My problems with the "Wide Right Turns" post:
1. We have such a turning mechanism - It's called All-Wheel Steering. But it costs more money, so no one puts it on 18 wheelers. It's on some consumer models of pickup trucks to make hauling boats and things easier for regular drivers.
2. The left turning mechanism also makes wide turns. But, morons, it's not worth noting because a left turn is a turn across traffic in the U.S., and those turns take a wider path. Trucks have the room to make those turns fairly safely.
3. So your question/assumption about why we have a perfect left turn mechanism and flawed right turn mechanism is idiotic. Stop being an idiot.
4. The right turn warning is there because right turns are too tight for an 18 wheeler, so they swing it out wider. Morons like the author of this quote probably kept hitting 18 wheelers when they turned. Hence the warning.

Really, people, it's not that clever. He/she just took a word from a sign and asked about it's opposite. It's not that hard - "Slow children at play? Why the hell don't we have a warning about fast children. They're more dangerous, darting in and out of traffic. Plus, who cares about the slow ones. Evolution is built on weeding out the slow kids. Our species didn't evolve from fucking monkeys for thousands (millions?) of years just to have Johnny Fatass dilute the gene pool with his thunderthighs."