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The Pen, The Page, The Paper
|Dragon Slayer - Or Whatever Else Is In Reach
|Sitting at Starbucks. In the zone. Updated my planner. Starting on some school work. Toggling with the idea of adding a Music Literature minor. Do I want to stay in school an extra semester? 'Cause that might be dangerously irritating. I might slay someone. Since no dragons are around to harness my bitter energy. Do I really hate school that much? No, not really. It's just Towson, where the high-aspiring scholars go to die and drown in a mess of bad advising and sorority bitches. Oh academia - you're lucky I'm feeling motivated this semester. You're lucky I like blogging and my whole Writing for New Media class revolves around updating a blog. You're lucky I found a handful of good professors this time' round the track. Or maybe it's the other way around.|
Sorry for the randomness. I'm hungover like stale death, and I'm antsy from this iced coffee. Story of my life? Not really, except for the iced coffee. I wonder if Alex ever went home with that Ukrainian foreign exchange student. I hope so since he was trying hard enough. I mean, if he could get her down from dancing on the bar.
This is really cool. I want one.
Note to self (and Jac, if she reads this): CLEAN THE APARTMENT. WE ARE SLOBS.
|Tags: dragons, slaying, school, towson, revel, neat stuff
|The Number 120 Has A Good Composure
|Obviously, this is very important to learn. |
We might be giving away tickets to this. Gotta see what's up.
Later today, I am trying to get into a Literary Journalism class. I hope I do. Got into my Digital Publishing and Writing for New Media class already, which means I'll spend most of semester tangled in the interwebs. Nothing off the normal path, really. And I have to wiggle my way into a Computers & Creativity course to fulfill my last GenEd EVER.
Met with an adviser this morning and guess what he told me? After this semester (assuming I get into these last two classes), I have two more classes to take for my major and then I'm DONE. I may have to take a couple fluff class to meet my 120 credits to graduate, but STILL. I didn't realize I was so close. I'm almost a college grad. I'm almost busted out of this jailhouse! And if I get to take fluff classes, I can sign up for History of Rock and Roll, which I'm sure I'll enjoy. I might even spring for an internship (which I should do anyway), but I'm lazy as fuck.
Last night, I "discovered" a way for Jac and I to go on Warped this year. Gotta plan. Might have to look into getting a passport (which I should do anyway), but I'm lazy as fuck.
And it's sunny outside. Happy sigh.
This semester is crunch time. I owe it to myself.
|Tags: school, pens, credits, journalism
|Small Lines and Big Thoughts
|Saints & Sinners was good times, and so was the rest of that weekend.|
My roommate is an idea machine.
I have weird crushes on random people. Heat waves in November.
I have school back on track, but I still can't wait until I graduate.
And when I graduate, I have a dream job. Figured that out just the other day. Hire me.
Glad to see the Bamboozle TV News project off and running; it was a hectic day,
but we got our announcements straightened out.
Another announcement is set for Friday; I don't know if I can handle all this intensity.
Lies ... I can always handle intensity. I was born intense and determined.
Lots of small nonsense, none of which is worth mentioning.
If you take it one more step, I live for live music. It's the festivals, the teensy local show productions, and the thrill of touring that's always been the most appealing aspect of the music industry for me. You are a live band first, and a studio band second, and if there is a switch in the pattern, well, I just don't think we can be friends. You can't capture the same teeth or grit or verbal gutting as when you intake from ceiling-high speakers, and I believe that is something that will stick with me until I finally give in a get a pair of earplugs (or die). Looking out at tens of thousands of people at Bamboozle to looking out at a sold-out homecoming show at Hamilton - you can't get anymore grounding or clarifying than that.
|Tags: live music, bamboozle, hamilton, school