Whatever.

I’m pretty damn sure I’m going to fail this semester. I could go on and on and on about my problems with the course. But really, the only problem is myself. I could go on about that, too. But really, I don’t want to. I don’t want to depress myself right before bedtime. I signed up for the summer online course. Ya know. So I can try again. My parents won’t be happy with a fail, though. The house rule is if you fail a class, you gotta pay for it. And I will. My brother failed classes and he’s paid for them.  I don’t want to dwell on my failure and get all worked up on it, I just want to move on.

I wonder how online FI2 will work?  Will it be all instant messages and things?  My friend took an online class in Japanese and she had to have a microphone with her.  But that was language, this is writing.

*sigh.*  I’m an idiot.  It was fun, though.  I’m going to miss everyone a lot.

My Beef with Blogging

So I haven’t written in a very long time.  I have a big problem with this blog thing:  Nobody is reading this.  NOBODY.  I know the only person who will ever POSSIBLY skim over this is you, Jessica, as you count how many posts I made in order to give me a grade.  I feel absolutely NO motivation, except for getting a decent grade, to write in this thing every day.  Nobody cares what I put here.  Nobody’s going to post an insightful comment.  Nobody’s going to notice the pictures I put up.  If everyone did what was required and comment on their groupmates’ blogs, this would be a much more successful and enjoyable project.  And I’ll admit, I don’t comment like I should.  But people are so boring!!  I bet people look at mine and wonder why I even post what I do ‘cuz I’m so dull.  I read a few blogs.  I don’t read them because they are in similar situations as I am and update every day.  My favorite blog I read because I totally admire the person who writes it.  He makes elaborate costumes and does quirky yet insightful science experiments.  Another I read because it’s all about being an African American living and working in Japan.  Another is a video gaming news blog.  And the thing that links all the blogs I read is that they’re INTERESTING and FUNNY.  That’s how you have a successful blog.  Nobody is going to read about the daily ramblings of an average college freshman at an average liberal arts college.

tl;dr this is boring.  maybe i’ll start updating more so I don’t fail this semester.  and i’ll do the internet a favor and try to be a little more interesting.

Portfolio

I’m sure everybody’s got a friend in the art school who’s totally freaking about the upcoming portfolio review.  But I had a thought:  Why am I stressing out so much about the whole thing?  All it is is gathering up what I’ve already done.  The only stressful part is making sure it’s all properly labeled and in the right places.  Just gotta do that.  Oh man, gotta get banker’s clips, too.  And I gotta re-take a few pictures and edit them and make them look nice.

yeah i’m pretty much over blogging.

His Dark Materials

I read the books a looong time ago (The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass) and really enjoyed them. So recently I decided to check them out after learning that they were very anti-organized religion. I didn’t catch that in my first reading, so I wanted to see my opinion of the books would change now that I know that.

They are very, VERY anti-organized religion! Very anti-god, too. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that they’re atheist. Just anti deity, I guess. There’s still a force that affects everything. I still love the books, I’ve found. But I also get the feeling, I don’t know if this is true or not, that each book was plotted out separately. Like, in Harry Potter, which is a series I know inside and out, you can tell Rowling had the same ideas from the start. Everything fits. In His Dark Materials, everything fits, but they still feel separate. Like, Iorek and Roger only play roles in the first and third books. It’s like Pullman decided to bring then back all of a sudden. But I still enjoy them.

I’m only a quarter of the way through Spyglass, so maybe I’ll find out why nobody likes this one. I remember liking this one the most, mostly because of Dr. Malone’s adventures with the mulefa. I liked the idea of another dominant species besides humans.

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ooooh my god, if anyone reading this, (which is nobody) has ever played super smash brothers melee or brawl, you’re gonna like this picture.

Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Pretty much the best game to come out for the Wii so far.  Well, Twilight Princess was pretty schweet, too.  But this one’s got the best replay value fer shers.  All I did over spring break was play Brawl with my brothers and friends.  It’s the perfect multiplayer game.  Games are usually only a few minutes long and you can just jump right in and start playing.  I like to play as Lucas, Pit, Snake or Jigglypuff, but I’ll play as any character.  Except Mario or Peach.  Mario just sucks, and Peach moves slowly and has crappy attacks.  Lucas is what Ness should have been, man.  His up + A smash is AWESOME.  Just sends people FLYING straight up.  It has a nasty delay, though.

The music in Brawl is really really good.  I’m a sucker for remixes of video game music and this game’s got plenty.  Not many of the songs I’ve heard are worth listening to by themselves, but as background music every track is superb.  I found a website where you can download them.  http://www.dra-mata.com/misc/brawl/  Definitely worth checking out if you’re a Brawl fan.

Translation for those who don’t get it:  OVER BREAK I GOT A NEW GAME AND IT IS FUN AND I PLAYED IT.

Behind The Wheel

Did I mention that I don’t have my license yet? Well I don’t. Never got around to getting it. I finally got behind the wheel of a vehicle during senior year and drove some over the summer with my mom riding shotgun. My problem is that I lack confidence driving. I tell people that when I’m driving, I’m in a constant state of PANIC. I always compare driving to using a sewing machine, which is something I’m good at. I try to treat the distance between the car and the lines like I treat the distance between the presser foot and the edge of the fabric. But driving is a lot more complicated than sewing. In using a machine, you can stab your finger if you’re not paying attention. In driving, you can kill people. That’s no good.

Anywho, Mom’s making me take some of my required behind the wheel sessions over spring break, which is KILLING my schedule, by the way. RIGHT in the middle of the day. Grr. She was CONVINCED earlier that I would get my license over spring break. Yeah, no. One, there’s not enough time for all the sessions PLUS going to the DMV to get the damn thing and two, I still drive like an old woman who hasn’t slept in two days.

Synaesthesia

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve got it.  Either I’m a bit of a synaesthete, I’m just an artist, or I’m just kidding myself.  Synaesthesia (sin-es-THEE-zia) is basically when you hear colors or taste letters.  I haven’t read about in depth yet (ooh, maybe I should do it for my paper…?), so I don’t know what sort I’d have.  But I tend to describe things in ways that confuse people.  For example, Naked brand carrot juice tastes like light blue.  And the feeling I get when I’m about to throw up looks like light grey on a black field.  And when I listen to music, I can imagine nonrepresentational colored lines and things zipping about.  Like Fantasia, that old Disney movie.  And sometimes I hear tones during things, like a series of pictures or while I’m doing a repetitive motion.  But if I’ve got it, it’s pretty mild.  Numbers make me think things if I think about them.  One is yellow, like the pool ball.  Two is blue… it’s kinda hard, too.  Three is definitely forest green.  And it’s nice.  It’s a friendly number.  Four is heavy and made of glass.  Five is also a friendly number.  It likes to laugh.  Six is a total bitch.  Seven is… I don’t really get anything with seven.  Eight is tasty.  Nine makes me think of the cupboards back home.  Ten is a rainbow.  Eleven… nothin.  Twelve makes me immediately think of elementary school, which is red and brown, like the carpet in gym class.  I think of this because the v-sit and reach makes me think of twelve.

Maybe I’m just crazy.  I wanted to say eight was black, but then i realized it was just my subconscious reacting to the fact I played pool today at Break Point.

My toes are cold

well they were.  now they’re hot ‘cuz blood is rushing to them.  it was rainy today.  and windy.  well at least tonight.  i went outside and got wet.  this entry will not be a very good one if you can’t tell already.  i’m just gonna say what comes to mind.  my roommate is addicted to BET.  we are opposites.  i like video games.  she likes the hip-hops.  she is very organized.  i am extremely messy.  i like peas.  not really.  well, they’re ok.  carrots are nice, too.  i like lima beans.  i don’t know why they get such a bad rap.  wrap.  plastic wrap.  that stuff is fun to play with.  my toes are still hot.  it’s an interesting feeling.  i need a shower.  getting rained on made me crave a shower.  or a bath.  but the baths in rhoads are like germ factories.  at least that’s the rep they got.  if nobody uses them, then they shouldn’t get germy.  it can’t be worse than the bath at my house.  that thing is nasty.  i hate sharing it with my brothers.  they’re disgusting.

I need to trim my toenails.

Gee-tar Hero

I’m pretty beast at that game. Not gonna lie. My RA hosted a tournament today. Well, it wasn’t a tournament as much as just an evening of sitting around and playing guitar hero. I would’ve dominated if it were pro-face off, though. I was the only person there who played on expert. It’s times like these that I miss my friend Jack. We were equally matched for a while. There were songs that he was good at and songs that I was good at. But when I went away to college, Guitar Hero 3 came out, and that game had some really tough songs in it. Jack got really good, so now he’s better than I am… Maybe over spring break we’ll see if I can match him again.

Super Smash Brothers Brawl comes out this Sunday. SO EXCITED! That game’s been getting rave reviews from everyone. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the other Super Smash games, but I still enjoy playing them with my friends and brothers.

Time to go to bed… hopefully my roommate will get the hell off the phone soon. Geez, that’s all she does. She must talk to people on the phone more than she sees them in real life.

Here’s a link to a song that I’m really digging
http://ocrmirror.org/Chrono_Trigger_MemoriesfromtheWindScene_OC_ReMix.mp3

PEW PEW PEW!!!

Laser tag the other night was AWESOME!  Six hours of laser tag, man.  But I’m SO SORE now.  My quads are killing me.  But it was totally worth it.  We played a solo game, then a team game, then a bunch of games with really strange rules.  I’ve forgotten half of them.  But I really get into laser tag, man.  I want to go play more often.  It’s one sport I don’t totally suck at.  Well, if you consider laser tag a sport.  It certainly feels like one, man.  Laser tag is a real work out.

Dude.  I found a MASSIVE banana at Shafer today.  It’s ridiculous.  I’m waiting for it to ripen.  It had better be tasty.

Here’s a picture of the giant banana compared to a can of soda

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