Last Friday Night
I ended up working almost until closing, so I didn't get home until it was after midnight. Then I ate, watched some television, and passed out only to come to sometime in the mid morning on Saturday to realize that I had work again.
I realize that I am very much the wimp. Anything dubbed "work" that does not involve me and Mendel or Charlie for hours tires me so easily that it becomes unimaginable in my mind. So, thank you to those workers who go through the daily grind, because when this seasonal stint ends I'm not sure if I can go back even if I'm asked.
Also, I am sure that I haven't mentioned either Charlie or Mendel on here before. Charlie is my guitar, Mendel is one of my laptops [Kelly is the older, nearly dead, one], and in case you're into very lame science jokes, Gregor [my phone] is the counterpart to Mendel. For me, naming things helps me remember where they are and with the exception of Kelly they are always named after a scientist, discoverer, philosopher (ask me about my flash drives), or some character/writer.
So, speaking of unpaid work that involves Mendel, I've started writing something new, if only to distract myself so I don't over edit the other projects that are finished for now. So for now that shall become my main focus. Well, not right now, because right now the hunger is really getting to me and I must eat. But after that and some sleep it shall become my main focus.
Also, first day of winter is tomorrow. Oh autumn, I barely knew ye! And then there's Christmas. And then New Year's Eve and Day. Goodness. Well, Happy Holidays. I'll be back with regular posts and essays mid January.
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20 December 2009
21 November 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
I went to work for the first time. Then, when I got home I pretty much passed out, woke up and realized that I had homework, and passed out again.
I woke up another hour or so later, forgot about my homework, and started playing video games, which is when I started drifting in and out of consciousness. This was around the time that Bravo was showing Inside the Actor's Studio.
So, naturally, I looked up that little questionnaire that James Lipton asks everyone and the original one, and I decided to answer them. So, since I have work again tomorrow and homework to finish tonight, I figured that I would fritter away this little window of free time answering questions that many a professional actor has answered along with questions that Marcel Proust himself answered.
First, the Inside the Actor's Studio Questions
What is your favorite word? It's a tie between ampersand and haberdashery.
What is your least favorite word? Moist.
What turns you on? Depends.
What turns you off? Ugliness, mainly non-physical.
What sound or noise do you love? A sitar playing.
What sound or noise do you hate? Silence.
What is your favorite curse word? Golly gee, they're all so good.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional lecturer.
What profession would you not like to do? Manicurist.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Sorry.
And I'll take on the others later.
I went to work for the first time. Then, when I got home I pretty much passed out, woke up and realized that I had homework, and passed out again.
I woke up another hour or so later, forgot about my homework, and started playing video games, which is when I started drifting in and out of consciousness. This was around the time that Bravo was showing Inside the Actor's Studio.
So, naturally, I looked up that little questionnaire that James Lipton asks everyone and the original one, and I decided to answer them. So, since I have work again tomorrow and homework to finish tonight, I figured that I would fritter away this little window of free time answering questions that many a professional actor has answered along with questions that Marcel Proust himself answered.
First, the Inside the Actor's Studio Questions
What is your favorite word? It's a tie between ampersand and haberdashery.
What is your least favorite word? Moist.
What turns you on? Depends.
What turns you off? Ugliness, mainly non-physical.
What sound or noise do you love? A sitar playing.
What sound or noise do you hate? Silence.
What is your favorite curse word? Golly gee, they're all so good.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional lecturer.
What profession would you not like to do? Manicurist.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Sorry.
And I'll take on the others later.
14 November 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
I went to part of a poetry slam and did absolutely no writing whatsoever. Well, that isn't entirely true. I didn't do any writing in relation to NaNoWriMo, but I did do some writing. Mainly journaling and a fictionalized account involving nonfictional persons.
More writing is to be done later on today. I've a paper to write involving an unfortunate physical ailment. After I do that I'll probably give the computer a rest...Well, writing wise. I'll probably still end up watching YouTube videos and listening to music afterward. Hmm, maybe I should look into playing video games.
Anyway, all of that aside, I am told that Thanksgiving is coming up. The Food Network is all a buzz with histories and specials. I'm particularly fond of Thanksgiving Unwrapped. I love watching that sort of thing, even though I don't eat meat or dairy products. Thanksgiving is...unique at my house, to say the least.
Here's to another great week.
I went to part of a poetry slam and did absolutely no writing whatsoever. Well, that isn't entirely true. I didn't do any writing in relation to NaNoWriMo, but I did do some writing. Mainly journaling and a fictionalized account involving nonfictional persons.
More writing is to be done later on today. I've a paper to write involving an unfortunate physical ailment. After I do that I'll probably give the computer a rest...Well, writing wise. I'll probably still end up watching YouTube videos and listening to music afterward. Hmm, maybe I should look into playing video games.
Anyway, all of that aside, I am told that Thanksgiving is coming up. The Food Network is all a buzz with histories and specials. I'm particularly fond of Thanksgiving Unwrapped. I love watching that sort of thing, even though I don't eat meat or dairy products. Thanksgiving is...unique at my house, to say the least.
Here's to another great week.
12 September 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
The neighbors on the street over do not understand the concept of noise violations, this time it being in the form of overly loud music past 10pm. And maybe it's just because I hate loud noises, but they're obnoxious like this all too frequently. Honestly though, I think after one infraction you should get the message.
On a different note, I went to the Poetry Slam last night. It was okay. I had to judge just like I had to do the last time, and of course I got booed whenever I gave my 7.5s and then later on when I gave my 8.8s and 9.3s. I was like that judge at the Olympics that never rates anyone a ten. Personally, though, I have a really big problem with these types of things, and none of it has to do with my dislike for poetry.
My problem is that before last night I've only been to one slam, and this time it was about half of the same people, and those people presented the same poems. And I have a problem with rating poems I've already heard before because the first time I heard them they were clever and epic and fresh, not just the poems, but the people. All of that gets negated when I hear the same things again. And then the other thing I kind of have a problem with is how many people use excessive profanity to "make a point" and I feel that it gets lost because of that.
I don't know. I guess I'm just kind of picky. And bitter. I went there with a couple of my friends, one in particular that I hadn't really been out with for about a month. And she mainly talked with her boyfriend. And my other friend brought another couple with him and spent his time talking to them, and then there was a new guy who I would have talked to if I hadn't been so horribly awkward, which I always am when it comes to new people. Plus, all my attempts to start a conversation ended approximately 4.3 seconds after they started.
Tonight was the dance party, which I didn't go to. It was good because I didn't have a ride, wouldn't have wanted to talk to or see the people I might have known that were said to be there, and my voice crapped out on me for most of the day. I really didn't even feel like going to CVS to get cough drops and Chloraseptic, but I did do that. Tomorrow I should be out with friends again, including the one from the slam and another one. Both should be sans their other halves. I don't know what we're going to do, but the weather should be nice.
The neighbors on the street over do not understand the concept of noise violations, this time it being in the form of overly loud music past 10pm. And maybe it's just because I hate loud noises, but they're obnoxious like this all too frequently. Honestly though, I think after one infraction you should get the message.
On a different note, I went to the Poetry Slam last night. It was okay. I had to judge just like I had to do the last time, and of course I got booed whenever I gave my 7.5s and then later on when I gave my 8.8s and 9.3s. I was like that judge at the Olympics that never rates anyone a ten. Personally, though, I have a really big problem with these types of things, and none of it has to do with my dislike for poetry.
My problem is that before last night I've only been to one slam, and this time it was about half of the same people, and those people presented the same poems. And I have a problem with rating poems I've already heard before because the first time I heard them they were clever and epic and fresh, not just the poems, but the people. All of that gets negated when I hear the same things again. And then the other thing I kind of have a problem with is how many people use excessive profanity to "make a point" and I feel that it gets lost because of that.
I don't know. I guess I'm just kind of picky. And bitter. I went there with a couple of my friends, one in particular that I hadn't really been out with for about a month. And she mainly talked with her boyfriend. And my other friend brought another couple with him and spent his time talking to them, and then there was a new guy who I would have talked to if I hadn't been so horribly awkward, which I always am when it comes to new people. Plus, all my attempts to start a conversation ended approximately 4.3 seconds after they started.
Tonight was the dance party, which I didn't go to. It was good because I didn't have a ride, wouldn't have wanted to talk to or see the people I might have known that were said to be there, and my voice crapped out on me for most of the day. I really didn't even feel like going to CVS to get cough drops and Chloraseptic, but I did do that. Tomorrow I should be out with friends again, including the one from the slam and another one. Both should be sans their other halves. I don't know what we're going to do, but the weather should be nice.
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