I've been doing mostly factual writing as of late. Organizational writing for memory's sake, but nothing especially creative in style or content. I like to think my unique phraseology adds some merit to the blasé recollections, but there are no new thoughts eventually collected in this electronic journal. It's been a very long time since I've had any tragedy worthy of inspiration. My last flurry of intensely productive thought was probably after Dave.
Coming back from an information session on Study Abroad, I ran into Sarah S. at the beach. We talked for a while on varying topics, at one point talking about the Charleston Market's ability to combat homesickness. Firstly, I barely remember any meal at my dad's that was not steak/baked chicken + mashed potatoes + corn/broccoli. Secondly, I haven't been homesick at all. Of course, I miss individuals and recognize that my mom would like to see me, but I have no desire to be home. :\
[Today, in thinking about my tablet, I realized I do not remember the day that I broke up with Jimmy, but I remember the day of our last kiss and where it was. I also remember the dates and locations of my last kisses with Dave and Jeff. Also, Fava, but that is not by any merit of his doing, and I geographically have no idea where that apartment is.
Retrospectively, today was not my day. I verbally expressed frustration at the cymbal girl I don't like, and unfortunately may've recognized the end to my infatuation after spending time with him and his roommate at the beach. Perhaps if I wasn't PMSing, things would have a better outlook. I'm on edge and cranky. My roommate told me that she was going to bed, so I'd have to listen to my music in headphones. Not a problem. However, "going to bed" to read for an hour does not get the same consideration. ]
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Updates!
On Monday, we switched our cymbal grip from crazy to what I was familiar with at GV. So much more control, but it's a different kind of visual available to us now. However, cymbals are not the last step in my musical path. Temple has a "basketball band" which is open to any member of marching band who wants to join, sans audition. You get another scholarship and are able to travel with the team to NCAA tournaments (if applicable) where you'd get a generous weekend stipend. I've been considering what new instrument I want to learn, and saxophone has always called to me. [In typing this, I discovered the proper spelling is not saxaphone.]
On the note of band, I'm crushing out of my league on a baritone. He's a brother in Phi Mu Alpha and invited me to their bad movie night only a few minutes before Dana extended her own invitation. While it took a physical toll on me to watch four movies in a row (Thankskilling, Santa's Slay, Pootie Tang [not a bad movie], and The Toxic Avenger), I got to hug it out at the end of the night because I'd been through a shared traumatic experience. It makes me feel like a super cool kid to hang with Sinfonia. They're pretty much all the loud personalities in band, and they have pancake Sundays. I get invited to pancake Sundays. Yes.
To another note, I visited Viv! There were pancakes on her table from breakfast that morning, but as I arrived at her place slightly after 7, they were irrecoverable. We talked. We updated. She made me my first real dinner since arriving at school. It was fantastically good. She showed me her own personal studio in the building. Moore was giving away fancy, free tampons, so I grabbed a few packs. I intend to use the case of one for my camera. Touring the streets of Philadelphia, we walked and talked and patronized Yogurino for frozen yogurt. Taking the subway back to Temple was not terribly intimidating.
Related to art: I've been drawing buildings on campus as part of my "Buildings on Campus" poster series instead of paying ridiculous prices for ridiculous posters. My first piece, The Baptist Temple, came out slightly disproportionate, but the Paley Library has been coming along with more accuracy.
Jumping back to movies, my residence hall held a "Cult Movie Night" which featured "Videodrome." I'd tried to convince my suitemate Tina to come down and watch it with me, but she had homework and the Real World was coming on. She recognized that the movie probably had more creative merit and asked me to let her know if it was any good. Definitely an enjoyable time, the movie itself needed the introduction to be any good. It was very odd. I 110% rocked the discussion afterward. Watching TV is exactly the same thing as having sex. Exactly.
Tina knows Jeremiah, my little brother's best friend. While she is well aware he is a little ass, he also admired her for being the "cool, independent study photographer" who was unfortunately sitting in on Intro. Photography. Jack and Jeremiah were being super cool hooligans Saturday night, and I would love to have them come visit for a weekend.
However, not this weekend. My roommate, Jess,'s boyfriend is coming over this weekend to visit from Pittsburgh. While she made it clear she wouldn't really sexile me, I've decided to have a sleepover with Viv. He's arriving Friday night, and there's nothing to do about that. But Saturday, after the football game and a little bit of the band party, I'll be headed over to her super-luxurious RD dorm with my toothbrush in tow.
Also, not the weekend afterward. Temple University's Diamond Marching Band is going up to Penn State for a performance at Altoona High School Friday night, and the football game on Saturday. Afterward, I'll be spending the night at Jeff's and taking the Megabus home with some other drumline kids the next day.
With my weekends so busy, I have no desire to go home. There is absolutely nothing I could do there except to drive my car, which isn't even a pleasant thing. Sure, there would be good meals and my little brother, but my little brother should come up to the city, and food isn't really important to me anyway.
Kinda about food, I tried to give blood to a NJ Bloodmobile today, but their weight standards were different than the Red Cross's, and I didn't make the cut to give blood. It kinda sucks, 'cuz I usually am over the weight limit, but this summer totally knocked me out. In the winter time, I'm safe by a pretty good margin.
Using the subway has been a fun experience. Todd and I went to South Street to look for his alternative medicine placebos, and I got to learn the stops that come after Race-Vine.
On the note of band, I'm crushing out of my league on a baritone. He's a brother in Phi Mu Alpha and invited me to their bad movie night only a few minutes before Dana extended her own invitation. While it took a physical toll on me to watch four movies in a row (Thankskilling, Santa's Slay, Pootie Tang [not a bad movie], and The Toxic Avenger), I got to hug it out at the end of the night because I'd been through a shared traumatic experience. It makes me feel like a super cool kid to hang with Sinfonia. They're pretty much all the loud personalities in band, and they have pancake Sundays. I get invited to pancake Sundays. Yes.
To another note, I visited Viv! There were pancakes on her table from breakfast that morning, but as I arrived at her place slightly after 7, they were irrecoverable. We talked. We updated. She made me my first real dinner since arriving at school. It was fantastically good. She showed me her own personal studio in the building. Moore was giving away fancy, free tampons, so I grabbed a few packs. I intend to use the case of one for my camera. Touring the streets of Philadelphia, we walked and talked and patronized Yogurino for frozen yogurt. Taking the subway back to Temple was not terribly intimidating.
Related to art: I've been drawing buildings on campus as part of my "Buildings on Campus" poster series instead of paying ridiculous prices for ridiculous posters. My first piece, The Baptist Temple, came out slightly disproportionate, but the Paley Library has been coming along with more accuracy.
Jumping back to movies, my residence hall held a "Cult Movie Night" which featured "Videodrome." I'd tried to convince my suitemate Tina to come down and watch it with me, but she had homework and the Real World was coming on. She recognized that the movie probably had more creative merit and asked me to let her know if it was any good. Definitely an enjoyable time, the movie itself needed the introduction to be any good. It was very odd. I 110% rocked the discussion afterward. Watching TV is exactly the same thing as having sex. Exactly.
Tina knows Jeremiah, my little brother's best friend. While she is well aware he is a little ass, he also admired her for being the "cool, independent study photographer" who was unfortunately sitting in on Intro. Photography. Jack and Jeremiah were being super cool hooligans Saturday night, and I would love to have them come visit for a weekend.
However, not this weekend. My roommate, Jess,'s boyfriend is coming over this weekend to visit from Pittsburgh. While she made it clear she wouldn't really sexile me, I've decided to have a sleepover with Viv. He's arriving Friday night, and there's nothing to do about that. But Saturday, after the football game and a little bit of the band party, I'll be headed over to her super-luxurious RD dorm with my toothbrush in tow.
Also, not the weekend afterward. Temple University's Diamond Marching Band is going up to Penn State for a performance at Altoona High School Friday night, and the football game on Saturday. Afterward, I'll be spending the night at Jeff's and taking the Megabus home with some other drumline kids the next day.
With my weekends so busy, I have no desire to go home. There is absolutely nothing I could do there except to drive my car, which isn't even a pleasant thing. Sure, there would be good meals and my little brother, but my little brother should come up to the city, and food isn't really important to me anyway.
Kinda about food, I tried to give blood to a NJ Bloodmobile today, but their weight standards were different than the Red Cross's, and I didn't make the cut to give blood. It kinda sucks, 'cuz I usually am over the weight limit, but this summer totally knocked me out. In the winter time, I'm safe by a pretty good margin.
Using the subway has been a fun experience. Todd and I went to South Street to look for his alternative medicine placebos, and I got to learn the stops that come after Race-Vine.
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