[_Tuesday, October 21, 2003_]
Mwah. Computer is now fixed and properly sparkly. But I have to go to design lab to finish work before Gilmore Girls. Boo. I thought the computer work would be great, but now I realized I will have to be spending all my time across campus in the lab. *mourns* I wonder if I can swipe the typesetting program somewhere to put on my PC...? The lab is all Macs, which just annoy me. I hate their stupid window buttons. I can never remember which one does what. As stupid as Windows is, at least its buttons are obvious.
gotta live until i die @ 07:17 p.m.
[_Saturday, September 27, 2003_]
...o...kay...
It turns out Angel is being shown on double weekend reruns. "City of" is playing tonight, and I got hyped, obviously - BUT.
For some bizarre reason, they CUT the part where Angel got into the wrong car?!! @__@ Why WATCH the episode if you MISS that?! C'mon!
So. Now just playing in the background until he pops into W&H and puts the card back into Lindsey's pocket. XD Mwahahaha.
gotta live until i die @ 08:28 p.m.
[_Tuesday, September 16, 2003_]
np: Kowareteiku Kono Sekai de - Pierrot
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE.
No no no.
RAAAAAAAAGE.
Drawing class is so bad that a bunch of us are writing letters to the dean about the teacher. I got back today to find the door unlocked AGAIN. My roommate is moving out, and I thought I would get a single - except it turns out that there IS another girl on the floor who doesn't have a roommate. Well. Damn it. That means we're going to have to room together. I want to hit something - if I have to pack up all my stuff and MOVE a month in? ARGH.
Obviously, I'm off to sulk, pout, and mope about how unfortunate I am - except I can't do it in peace because of the FUCKING RAP MUSIC from the other floor.
.....wanna go home.
gotta live until i die @ 12:08 p.m.
[_Tuesday, September 16, 2003_]
np: I Take My Chances - Mary Chapin Carpenter
Riiight. Almost three-fourths done with the paper. But I spent plenty of money while procrastinating - AllPosters.com was ending a $5 off sale, so I figured I should take advantage...I nabbed a PotC one of Jack (mwahahaaaah! I'm gonna have a big gay pirate poster! *heart*) and...uhm, that TTT one of Frodo looking vaguely distressed in that yellowish/sepia style all the Two Towers posters were done in. And I need to get a money order tomorrow to buy the Sam and Frodo one from New Line, and then I'll be done. I'm going to have the most sprkly fangirl wall ever - I was seriously tempted to get the Quidditch poster of Harry and Draco giving each other those, uh, looks, but talked myself out of it (I wouldn't have gotten the sale price that way anyhow ^^;)
....I really don't wanna do this paper. Um.
gotta live until i die @ 12:50 a.m.
[_Monday, September 15, 2003_]
np: Wings - Do As Infinity
I hate this constant overload of work from Monday to Thursday morning! No, don't point out that I had a week to write the stupid paper I still haven't started yet. ;___; All this weekend when I was drawing "(that fucking) chair" and doing my unity project, I kept thinking, "Doing art 24/7 is exhausting!! I miss writing papers that I could just as easily BS my way through!" But the truth is, I'm just lazy. ^^;;;
So now it's the evening, and I haven't done any of my work for either of my classes tomorrow, and have no time to do anything tomorrow because I have to got to both an info meeting for studying abroad annnd get the paperwork done to get rid of my roommate. Luckily I shouldn't have much in the way of work this weekend...
The good news is my graphic design teacher completely cracked up while reading my writeup - all the things I felt hesitant about writing were the things that really tickled her. As it turns out, the museum writeups are less about showing serious thought about the art than they are about writing truly random stuff to prove that you really did go to the museum ^^;; Obviously, my writing about having nightmares about giant red lips proved this pretty well.
gotta live until i die @ 10:16 p.m.
[_Sunday, September 14, 2003_]
np: Tangerine Dream - Do As Infinity
Sooo tomorrow after GD I'm going to the residence office with my roommate to fill out the paperwork to make her my ex-roommate. The office claimed that someone would move into the other girl's room (the one my roommate is moving into), but nobody has and it's getting kind of late...I wonder if I'll end up with a single? o_o Anyway, I'm fairly content with her moving out - like I said, it wouldn't have been a problem if we'd needed to make it work, but she and her friends make me a tad nervous. I don't mean to sound like a wide-eyed little girl, but how is it possible to spend all your time with your friends just searching for the next party? They don't seem to ever talk about anything but who's sleeping with who, where to stash the drugs, or debating on how each other act while drunk or stoned. I don't see how that's fun, I don't see how that makes for good friendships, I don't see any kind of intelligent conversation going on.
Need to go to the library tomorrow to research that Renoir since I was too lazy to do so this weekend. Have to get to GD early tomorrow since I have no idea how to do the part of the unity asignment with continuity. Grr.
gotta live until i die @ 10:07 p.m.
[_Saturday, September 13, 2003_]
Notes to self.
MONDAY
...finish principles of unity project
...start principles of balance project
...
finish MOMA writeup
...
finish charcoal piece on value, aka "NOT THAT FUCKING CHAIR AGAIN."
TUESDAY
...value hand sketches
...paper on the Legion of Honor
x__x I'm done with the unity project except for the last part that I'm afraid I'll mess up...my MOMA writeup is halfway there or so. Most of the night was spent on charcoal, and I oversprayed it outside so even now the room absolutely reeks of fixative that is destroying my brain cells as I type. Tomorrow is library to research the Renoir painting, write it along with the Legion reaction paper, and finishing anything else for graphic design class. Gaaah I'm SO TIRED.
gotta live until i die @ 12:16 a.m.
[_Friday, September 12, 2003_]
Riiight. I'm trying to write up my answers to the questions my GD teacher gave for our trip to the MOMA - the first part is that we're supposed to describe the events of the trip, starting from leaving the dorm and ending with returning to the dorm. Now, I can't very well go, "and then I saw this painting, and then I saw this one," since the other questions are about the exhibits. So I ended up writing things like how I got stuck in line next to an irritating tourist couple who were screaming at the line to MOVE ALREADY, and how my feet hurt so much after getting lost trying to find the museum and walking around after I'd found it, that I took a sidetrip on the way home to Old Navy and had nabbed the most comfortable shoes eveeeer that were still on Labor Day sale.
When asked for "a random event or highlight" of the trip, I wrote about how this film of giant red lips that was playing on the exhibit hall wall scared the crap out of me, so I ran into a random side room to escape and found the poster design exhibit - I was glad I found the posters, which were a highlight, but I still had creepy giant red lips nightmares that night, which were definitely random.
Right, I know I shouldn't be writing this stuff as a reaction paper, but I can't for the life of me figure out what else to write about my "experience" as a whole. Meanwhile I'm trying to do my assignment on the basic principles of design - I'm really scared I'm going to screw this whole thing up. Grr.
Also, the people a floor or up or down are really starting to piss me off beyond all belief. They're playing rap music so loudly that you can clearly make out every lyric about 30 feet from the dorm building (that's thirty feet away and either six or eight floors down). ALL. DAY. LONG. I do mean
all day. Not just today. All week. And this week has been so hot that we
have to open the windows...which means that for the past few minutes I've been listening to rap music blaring the repetitive lyrics, "hey, I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck! I don't give a damn I don't give a fuck!" ARGH.
gotta live until i die @ 06:44 p.m.
[_Wednesday, September 10, 2003_]
*STABSTABSTAB*
I hate being here, I still don't have any friends, I really sat and thought today and got furious when I thought about events since I've gotten here, I don't know if I want to be a nice person anymore (because now I am not only mad at the complete stranger who ticked me off, but ten times more angry at myself for not making them the first person in my entire life that I ever cussed out -nobody on this earth could have blamed me - so
I'm mad at two people, and this person walked away laughing, and to make matters worse I don't even remember what she looked like so I can avoid this next time). My drawing teacher is rude AND stupid, my materials/methods teacher made us draw a chair for THREE HOURS WITH NO BREAK today and snapped at the people who were getting exhausted, I spaced out and made a total fool of myself in graphic design, and I was so tired from seminar yesterday that I collapsed into bed at nine-thirty. My roommate had left the door unlocked when I got back today, and yesterday I was subject to her friends' gossip of who wanted to have sex with who and whose room they were stashing the weed in. I wanted to go home this weekend, but now it looks like I can't because I have to write two museum reaction essays, go to the second museum so I can write about it, research the piece I saw at the first museum, do my huge graphic design assignment, and do an entire charcoal piece by Monday.
I feel very stupid, somehow, and I feel it creeping up: that feeling of "I don't belong here at all." I'm tired of waiting for things to get better, I'm tired of wondering if I'm doing things right in the first place. I am a very solitary person by nature so I can probably go for quite a while yet before being lonely really leaves a deep mark on me, but when I have a bad day and the only thing to do with those feelings is let them bubble up inside, it really hurts.
They had club fair this week, but nothing I was remotely interested in. More than half the fair was taken up by sororities and fraternities. Most of the rest were cultural clubs and organizations; nothing even vaguely Japanese-related.
gotta live until i die @ 07:09 p.m.
[_Monday, September 8, 2003_]
np: Where You Lead - Carole King
Just spent the last few hours watching the Gilmore Girls S3 finale and sobbing. I am
such a girl. I think trick dream sequences are evil in general and a cheap way to get an emotional response from an audience. "Luke, don't get engaged." ARGH.
I've had all my classes now. I finally have an art teacher that's likable. I don't know why so many art teachers are bitter old ladies that clearly loathe teaching and possibly art itself, but they always are. My drawing teacher is as such, but with the added bonus of being the slowest speaker I've ever heard
and rather clearly having no idea what she's doing. (She has lesson plans that seem to be copied from somewhere, and constantly pauses to "figure out the directions" in her lesson plans since she herself has no idea how to draw them.) My materials&methods teacher is just normal - I think I will learn, but I don't think he will be touching my life in a Special Way. Right. My seminar class has a great teacher but the classmates made me kind of go "..." but we'll see how everything works out - tomorrow we're going on our first museum trip. My graphic design teacher is AMAZING, I love her madly already, because she is the art teacher I have always longed for but never had. She is young, cute, hyper, and insanely excited about the idea of teaching us valuable material. Eeee.
Sadly, though, graphic design is not as cheap as I'd hoped. On the up side, though, I'll never have to buy more art supplies again except for the kind that run out, because between my three art classes this semester, I've spent...er, has to be over $200 worth of stuff and I'm still not completely done yet. This isn't counting the stuff art-major me
already had lying around. Pastels, charcoal, vine charcoal, crayons, pencils of varied lead types! Cutting boards, newsprint, all the different sizes of bristol board! Acrylic paints and brushes! Smooth white erasers, kneaded rubber erasers, erasers that pick up rubber cement! Wood glue, glue sticks! Utiliy knife, X-acto knife, extra blades! Masking tape, drafting tape, duct tape...
Altogether, I am understanding where the term "starving artist" comes from.
gotta live until i die @ 09:30 p.m.
[_Saturday, September 6, 2003_]
np: Koi wa A LA MODE - Tokyo Mew-Mew
Nnnh...so much has been going on. My writing class was canceled, so I had to replace it...and I ended up adding into basic graphic design. @__@ (My schedule right now: intro drawing, intro graphic design, 2D/3D art methods, and art&theatre SF seminar.) I probably won't be able to take any art classes next semester as a result, but. ^^;
Plus today the twins and Daisy came from Berkeley to go to Japantown. We shopped around, had lunch and crepes, and I spent more money at Kino. (Tsubasa 1, Karekano...11? Hanakimi 14 (!!), and Full Moon wo Sagashite 4 - then I special ordered Nervous Venus 5 since I am tired to death of idly wishing they will get it)
Full Moon 4 made me feel a lot better about the series as a whole...I still don't feel that emotionally invested in the characters, but I think as more backstory trickles in that will change. I really liked the art in this volume though. The Karekano volume was the only volume I've bought of the manga, it was just a random impulse buy, but I still enjoyed it. I've already read Hanakimi 14, but I couldn't live without it. Tsubasa was exactly what I expected it to be - a sick marketing scheme, but a sick marketing scheme that acknowledges its own money-grubbing EVIL and tosses rabid fangirls the occasional bone. It was nice knowing that even if Sora will DIE in one reality, there's an AU where he and Arashi lived happily ever after.
gotta live until i die @ 11:41 p.m.
[_Wednesday, September 3, 2003_]
So today I woke up and had some time to kill before my two-people writing class. I was groggily looking over Furuba and then went, "!!!!!!" at Haru and Rin, who've I've been madly fangirling. Except my class really was cancelled after all, and nobody will tell me who my advisor is so I can add into another class! =___= After that I headed to my first materials&methods class, where the instructor handed out another supply list that should set me back about $100. Fuck. I need to change my major to emphasis on graphic design. Which is what I want anyway, but it also sounds a
hell of a lot easier on my wallet considering the arts building has an entire lab with shiny iMacs devoted soley to the graphic design class.
Buuut then I finally ran into the only girl I knew back from high school who went here. *hearts* She was full of good advice, most of which I was already following, but very firmly told me to call every office: "You tell them! I need to fucking know who my fucking advisor is before I can't add or drop anymore!! Scare them! Don't be too nice! They'll find out who it is really quickly then." ^^;; So that's what I need to do tomorrow...I wonder what other class I'm going to end up in. I hope I haven't missed too much clas already. ._.
But I got back to my room tonight and forced Haru/Rin scans on Les. Mwaha. And now I'm off for 45 minutes of drawing my hand for intro drawing~!
gotta live until i die @ 08:47 p.m.
[_Wednesday, September 3, 2003_]
...
So after my seminar, I went to the info meeting for the performing arts program. Suffice to say that the program here is absolutely jaw-dropping with a million things going on, and they do not do "plays" but more like "insane extravaganzas". The main campus-run play for fall is about, um, the Twinkie trial (and the effects it had on the gay community/SF/law in general). But it isn't just the play. Most of the characters in the play are still alive today, and if not then their relatives are, and they're arranging for the people to come to rehearsal and talk to and advise the cast. @__@ Plus during the week the play will run, there'll be documentaries, speeches, all
kinds of stuff related to the play's subject. Coming from strictly high school theater, my jaw just hit the floor. ^^;;;
Buut I decided to get auditions over with for both the plays (the campus-run one and the student organization-run one). So I was out from six to nine PM all night running to and from auditions... ^^;;; I would be suprised if I got a part, freshman and all...but the student-run audition was really new and interesting. I really hope I get in to one of the plays just because I really feel I could learn so much more in the program.
And now I have to collapse into bed for my 9 AM class tomorrow. Hopefully it will be canceled (it's the one with only one other student ^^;), so I can get some other class at a more reasonable hour. Wah.
gotta live until i die @ 12:00 a.m.
[_Wednesday, September 3, 2003_]
...
So after my seminar, I went to the info meeting for the performing arts program. Suffice to say that the program here is absolutely jaw-dropping with a million things going on, and they do not do "plays" but more like "insane extravaganzas". The main campus-run play for fall is about, um, the Twinkie trial (and the effects it had on the gay community/SF/law in general). But it isn't just the play. Most of the characters in the play are still alive today, and if not then their relatives are, and they're arranging for the people to come to rehearsal and talk to and advise the cast. @__@ Plus during the week the play will run, there'll be documentaries, speeches, all
kinds of stuff related to the play's subject. Coming from strictly high school theater, my jaw just hit the floor. ^^;;;
Buut I decided to get auditions over with for both the plays (the campus-run one and the student organization-run one). So I was out from six to nine PM all night running to and from auditions... ^^;;; I would be suprised if I got a part, freshman and all...but the student-run audition was really new and interesting. I really hope I get in to one of the plays just because I really feel I could learn so much more in the program.
And now I have to collapse into bed for my 9 AM class tomorrow. Hopefully it will be canceled (it's the one with only one other student ^^;), so I can get some other class at a more reasonable hour. Wah.
gotta live until i die @ 12:00 a.m.
[_Tuesday, September 2, 2003_]
Today was my first day of having more than one class. ^^;; I had intro drawing in the morning - we really only did warm-up drawings today, but I had fun...it's just way too long (nine to noonish) so I got really twitchy and impatient near the end. Then I just came back from my "Theatre&Arts in SF" seminar. The teacher is definitely a-ma-zing...but the students' interests are really varied. Our final project is to put on a show at some kind of university festival, and so we discussed possibilities today. Everyone wants to do a musical. Uh. There are fifteen people in the class, only about half want to be on stage, and most of those who want to be onstage only want to do one thing (acting/singing/dancing).
Arghhh I hate stupid people who don't understand the commitment a musical takes! First of all it's a scheduling nightmare (scheduling seperate work times for each of the three facets). Plus you need people who can do all three (most people just want to dance). And everyone's like, "yay! Cats! Le Miserable!" and I'm just going, "....you people are all so stupid. How many of you have actually been in musicals?!"
Eeh. Anyway, I'm off tonight to go to the informational meeting for the campus theater groups and then hopefully to audition for one of the productions waaay later on tonight...I have to go look up my Spoon River monologue piece and time it to see how long it is, and then practice practice practice! Just sitting in my class today made me remember how much I love theater, and my heart was pounding so fast just thinking about it. Though during class, I got a little misty thinking of how much I miss high school theater programs with Mr. Y. I still really feel like I would have stayed in high school forever if I could keep doing plays there with his program.
gotta live until i die @ 04:01 p.m.
[_Monday, September 1, 2003_]
np: run wolf warrior, run! - Wolf's Rain
See, the thing is, I've spent so much time being so comfortable with my friends from home, that I forgot how, um, I have such ecclectic tastes in...
everything? I
have tried to start conversations, but after talking for just a few minutes with a person, I realize that I've got nothing in common with them.
I consider sitting with a Japanese dictionary and translating to be super-fun. I am perfectly happy spending the entire day in my room with my sketchbook and my headphones. I thought my taste in books was pretty normal, but even people I've met who said they love to read hadn't even heard of Neil Gaiman (and whenever conversation shifted to past school-assigned books, why did everyone look at me like I was on crack when I said I
liked "The Great Gatsby"?). I don't want to go to parties. If I find my roommate's friend lying down on the floor drunk and giggling outside my door at two in the morning, I am far more likely to be annoyed than amused (at least I was still awake =_=). I brought my Buffy DVD sets with me.
It's not even so much that I am intensely shy. It's just that I don't have much to talk about with most people. If I find a person who holds any kind of common interest, I
love talking with them. You usually can't get me to shut up, then.
I'm reaaaally not upset. I've overcome the first hurdle of unbearable homesickness (which was my main source of moping last week). I'm actually in a better overall mood than I have been for a very long time. But really, coming here and realizing that I'm so different was really a shock. ^^;; I'm still kind of lonely without knowing anybody, but I'll definitely last a while before serious loneliness really sets in.
gotta live until i die @ 09:59 p.m.
[_Saturday, August 30, 2003_]
;___; I need some kind of device that mentally slaps me every time I go to Kino. My parents came up and we went to eat, and my mom gave me $40 - which I promptly spent. (They RESTOCKED! ;____; Furuba 12, all the Tanemura manga I've been missing - HA I have them ALL - D.N.Angel 3 - HA I have them ALL...) And I'm going there next week! By then they should probably even have Full Moon 4. Cryyy.
gotta live until i die @ 04:11 p.m.
[_Friday, August 29, 2003_]
Today was the first day of my writing class. Which looks just simply exciting - my teacher seems sweet and approachable as a person but no-nonsense as an instructor, everything looks great!
Except that there's only one other person in the class. ;__; There's no way on earth they'll scrape together eight other people to keep it open, and the other time it's scheduled conflicts with my other classes, so it's almost definitely going to be cancelled. Sob.
Thank you to everyone who worried; I'm doing much better now. I still haven't really met any friends yet, but I'm feeling
much better about being here. Plus my friends from Berkeley are coming up next Saturday to spend the afternoon with me, so that definitely cheered me up. ^^
gotta live until i die @ 10:08 a.m.
[_Thursday, August 28, 2003_]
Note to self: staying in room the ENTIRE DAY marathoning Princess Tutu is not the answer to life's problems. In fact, it's really only adding to the problems you have now.
That said, I want to give Fakia a hug. Badly.
gotta live until i die @ 06:41 p.m.
[_Thursday, August 28, 2003_]
My art class this morning was basically, "hi, go buy this stuff, bye." Execpt now I need to figure out where to buy all the art supplies on the list. Someone asked the teacher where the closest art store was and she just stared back at the girl blankly, like this was a completely ridiculous question to ask. The girl next door is also in the class too, but she's always lived in SF and thus doesn't quite get my slight fear/misunderstanding of public transportation... But she ran off hurried and vague directions to a close, cheap store, and putting them together with Mapquest, I hope to venture out there tomorrow, hopefully without getting too lost. I can't stand feeling so stupid and ignorant about getting from place to place. Obviously the only way to learn is to try, but damn it, I don't want to get lost
alone.
So far I've learned that while SF appears to be an awful place to drive in, it's a far worse place to have to walk everywhere. I walked down to Starbucks today, and thought I'd stop by the shopping center up the street to check it out...but it was freezing cold, windy, and up yet
another giant hill, of which I already had to trudge up several.
The point of going to Starbucks was to warm up, because our room is FREEZING and I'm going to go crazy if my roommate opens the window ALL THE WAY again. Why isn't she one of those whiny kinds of socal girls who cringe at the cold?! ;__;
gotta live until i die @ 03:26 p.m.
[_Wednesday, August 27, 2003_]
Finally got hold of my mom. We both agreed that I should stay for the weekend, kind of, although I might ask to come home if tomorrow's really awful. (This is really the ideal weekend for it, since my Friday class ends at 10:30 and Monday is a holiday, so I could basically spend four days at home) Our TV isn't hooked up, and I'm guessing it will remain that way since it's not my TV, so she filled me on Gilmore Girls this week....
Mom: And, and! Guess who's going to Yale with Rory, on the promo?!
Me: Paris. Roommate.
Mom: ...how did you KNOW that?
I spent the entire day trying to register for my writing class. They use the SATII writing as placement, and I did well (700!! O.O). Combined with my passing AP score, I managed to test into advanced writing - which meant I only have to take that one class and my requirement will be filled. Unfortunately it meets MWF at 9:30 AM, which means 9:00~9:30AM classes EVERY DAY - but I thought I would be silly to pass the chance up. But basically the process went like this:
-left my room and walked up the paiiinfully steep hill to the main campus, where I stood in line at the dean's office and asked who my advisor was. They didn't know, and sent me to...
-the visual arts office, which is
down a huge hill (and, coincidentally, as far from my dorm as it could possibly be). I asked the nice helpful people, but they informed me that I wasn't on file there at all. And they sent me!
-Up the HUGE hill, straight back to the dean's office to wait in line again, and the worker there told me I shouldn't have tried to find my advisor at all since I was already partially registered. She added me to the class and sent me to the registrar.
After that, I figured I should find my classes for this week, so I went to the information booth to ask where both my classes in a certain hall were - I hadn't even
seen classrooms there, the entire place appeared to be offices. The information booth worker gave me a bright smile and told me, "None of the numbers or letters or the layout of that hall make sense." And didn't bother to give me the vaguest of directions.
As it turns out, the numbers/letters are randomly scattered from floor to floor, and there are two completely seperate staircases to get from floor to floor (like floors three, four and five have one set of stairs, but the first two floors have another set that are on an entirely different side of the building). I found both the rooms for my writing and intro drawing classes, my other art class is actually in the art building, and I'll wait till the weekend to find my theater class since it's across the street.
After that I went to buy my books. FIVE books for my writing class. FIVE. Luckily I'll never have to take another writing class again. =_=
I keep seeing stubborn Socal girls walking around in skimpy tank tops. I wonder how long it'll take for them to admit that they aren't in L.A. anymore and buy a sweater. I heard a bunch of them lamenting that they didn't bring any other kind of top. Although I'm not doing much better, since I like to wear skirts, and have a closet full of tose and only two pairs of jeans. And one of the pairs is not quite fitting properly anymore, although I figure a month or two of walking up and down those stupid hills every day will cause me to drop a size.
I'm
really not upset right now that my roommate's moving out, as we've run into our first unspoken snag. She likes the window open. Earlier in the week I was fine with it - it was really warm for SF, and a breeze was nice. But today it's FREEZING, windy, and I can actually see the fog billowing outside the window over the trees on campus. We're doing that little thing where I close the window when she's not here, then she pushes it open, then I close it again... =_=
I'm really homesick, I'm miserable so far...I couldn't stop crying, talking to my mom on the phone. I really wish I knew just one person - it would make it so much easier. And I'm so bad at working to get to know people right away. Petty much every time I tried to make a friend upon arrival at a new school (often, being a military brat) ended up really badly, and after a while I just quit trying to meet people right away. Since it just seemed to work out better if I hung back for a bit and found out who the nicer people were. But it's a lot tougher to do that when living alone in a new place.
gotta live until i die @ 06:27 p.m.
[_Wednesday, August 27, 2003_]
Finally got hold of my mom. We both agreed that I should stay for the weekend, kind of, although I might ask to come home if tomorrow's really awful. (This is really the ideal weekend for it, since my Friday class ends at 10:30 and Monday is a holiday, so I could basically spend four days at home) Our TV isn't hooked up, and I'm guessing it will remain that way since it's not my TV, so she filled me on Gilmore Girls this week....
Mom: And, and! Guess who's going to Yale with Rory, on the promo?!
Me: Paris. Roommate.
Mom: ...how did you KNOW that?
I spent the entire day trying to register for my writing class. They use the SATII writing as placement, and I did well (700!! O.O). Combined with my passing AP score, I managed to test into advanced writing - which meant I only have to take that one class and my requirement will be filled. Unfortunately it meets MWF at 9:30 AM, which means 9:00~9:30AM classes EVERY DAY - but I thought I would be silly to pass the chance up. But basically the process went like this:
-left my room and walked up the paiiinfully steep hill to the main campus, where I stood in line at the dean's office and asked who my advisor was. They didn't know, and sent me to...
-the visual arts office, which is
down a huge hill (and, coincidentally, as far from my dorm as it could possibly be). I asked the nice helpful people, but they informed me that I wasn't on file there at all. And they sent me!
-Up the HUGE hill, straight back to the dean's office to wait in line again, and the worker there told me I shouldn't have tried to find my advisor at all since I was already partially registered. She added me to the class and sent me to the registrar.
After that, I figured I should find my classes for this week, so I went to the information booth to ask where both my classes in a certain hall were - I hadn't even
seen classrooms there, the entire place appeared to be offices. The information booth worker gave me a bright smile and told me, "None of the numbers or letters or the layout of that hall make sense." And didn't bother to give me the vaguest of directions.
As it turns out, the numbers/letters are randomly scattered from floor to floor, and there are two completely seperate staircases to get from floor to floor (like floors three, four and five have one set of stairs, but the first two floors have another set that are on an entirely different side of the building). I found both the rooms for my writing and intro drawing classes, my other art class is actually in the art building, and I'll wait till the weekend to find my theater class since it's across the street.
After that I went to buy my books. FIVE books for my writing class. FIVE. Luckily I'll never have to take another writing class again. =_=
I keep seeing stubborn Socal girls walking around in skimpy tank tops. I wonder how long it'll take for them to admit that they aren't in L.A. anymore and buy a sweater. I heard a bunch of them lamenting that they didn't bring any other kind of top. Although I'm not doing much better, since I like to wear skirts, and have a closet full of tose and only two pairs of jeans. And one of the pairs is not quite fitting properly anymore, although I figure a month or two of walking up and down those stupid hills every day will cause me to drop a size.
I'm
really not upset right now that my roommate's moving out, as we've run into our first unspoken snag. She likes the window open. Earlier in the week I was fine with it - it was really warm for SF, and a breeze was nice. But today it's FREEZING, windy, and I can actually see the fog billowing outside the window over the trees on campus. We're doing that little thing where I close the window when she's not here, then she pushes it open, then I close it again... =_=
I'm really homesick, I'm miserable so far...I couldn't stop crying, talking to my mom on the phone. I really wish I knew just one person - it would make it so much easier. And I'm so bad at working to get to know people right away. Petty much every time I tried to make a friend upon arrival at a new school (often, being a military brat) ended up really badly, and after a while I just quit trying to meet people right away. Since it just seemed to work out better if I hung back for a bit and found out who the nicer people were. But it's a lot tougher to do that when living alone in a new place.
gotta live until i die @ 06:27 p.m.
[_Wednesday, August 27, 2003_]
I didn't realize that if you only knew one other freshman at college, it would make the entire thing really easy. My roommate (soon to be ex) had seven people from her school alone.
I am exceedingly lonely and unhappy here. I'm not good at walking into a room and coming out with ten new friends, and to be honest, most people really
do know people from high school and are much less approachable as a result. I've been really exhausted all week and so I skipped out on half of the orientation activities by falling asleep. My interests are mostly bizarre things that nobody else shares. The one girl I met who shared a few invited me to check out a used CD shop today, but called this morning to cancel. My roommate is moving down the hall, two weeks from now...who knows what my new roommate will be like. I really just want classes to start so I can concentrate on
something. Leslie said she'd call me and didn't, and when I called her house back it turned out she was leaving for college earlier than she told me, so I'm probably not going to hear from her for ages. Nobody was there when I called home last night.
I'm really, really lonely, to sum it all up.
gotta live until i die @ 09:49 a.m.
[_Wednesday, August 20, 2003_]
np: Only One - Digimon02
Lord. I've never done so much driving in one day. The biggest, busiest intersection I know is having road work done, and all traffic was being directed by hand. I had to drive through it both in and out of town, and was stuck at standstill for twenty minutes on the way out. I dropped lunch off for my mom at work, went to Geri's house to return her Lilo and Stitch DVD, and drove all the way out to Les' house to see her and Ali. Waaaahhhh.
HAVE to finish packing tomorrow. I think the fact that I'm leaving for college in TWO DAYS just hit.
...
Uh-oh.
gotta live until i die @ 09:04 p.m.
[_Tuesday, August 19, 2003_]
np: I'm Your Friend - Gundam Wing
Ugh. All the phones in the house broke down, which meant we were limited to cell phones for the past few days. And no internet. It was probably the universe's hint that I should get packing for college, for which I leave on Saturday. My clothes are mostly packed, and we just kept all the college-stuff we bought in the garage, and it's packed away very neatly. Now it's just, you know,
packing part. With the books and the art supplies and magazines and the like. Erk.
I watched about ten minutes of the FLCL dub on CN last night...I expected it to be hideous, but it was actually not so bad. I heard the Japanese director hand-picked Haruko's voice, though, which probably had something to do with my being so pleased.
gotta live until i die @ 12:13 p.m.
[_Friday, August 15, 2003_]
np: Otome no Inori - Slayers
Itaaaa. Between lifting textbooks to stamp at my mom's work, DDRing, and walking across the mall parking lot back and forth to the theater about five times... ;___; I think I hurt about everywhere I could possibly hurt.
I also blew an unbelievable amount of money. Oh my God. So much. I spent $35 between the movie, the DDR tokens, and dinner. *cries* I'm going to be the poorest college student ever.
gotta live until i die @ 01:23 p.m.
[_Thursday, August 14, 2003_]
np: Other Side of the Moon - Weiss Kreuz
Ingrid, am glad you approve. Looove Haruko, even in bright pink (was not meant to be pink - it was meant to be yellow! don't know what happened).
Five times is exactly enough for PotC. Actually four was probably enough, but I didn't know that until I went for the fifth time. There's so much going on in that movie that I noticed new things up until my fourth viewing. This time, though, I kept checking my watch through the fight scenes (are cool, but if they're only random pirates vs. random naval soldiers, it's dull the fifth time around). And the only new detail I caught was that somehow in between the morning at the Swann house and the afternoon at the blacksmith, Will managed to triple his amount of Manly (?) Stubble. Really.
Then we went into the arcade and Ali and I DDRed against each other. But since I have the game I ended up winning by a lot, which was okay by me. Mmm.
gotta live until i die @ 06:58 p.m.
[_Wednesday, August 13, 2003_]
np: Wherever You Will Go - The Calling
Going to see the gay pirate movie for the fifth time tomorrow. I went for the fourth time with my siblings. When I arrived at the theater, I found them coming up the steps with their aunt in tow.
I went, "Um?" and she all but dragged us into the theater, practically drooling and mumbling about how she just couldn't live without seeing Orlando Bloom again. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with a mania I never expected to see outside my circle of fangirl friends, and asked if I didn't think he was just the most delicious thing ever?
I kind of squirmed in my seat and mumbled that I found Johnny Depp to be far more entertaining in the movie. She stared at me and asked, well, I HAD to think he was hot as That Blonde Elf, right? I nodded vigorously - because, well, he is, right?
My mom opened her email today with an email from her, with directions to show it to me. I opened the attachment and found about eight pictures of Orlando. Am starting to find this whole thing vaguely disturbing.
gotta live until i die @ 09:15 p.m.
[_Wednesday, August 13, 2003_]
np: Shell - Witch Hunter Robin
I was thinking back on high school, and somehow this one day just seemed to sum up the entire all-girl high school experience.
The setting was prayer class. Our sarcastic teacher was complaining about the uninformed youth of today's society, and blatantly accused us all of not being in touch with the world we live in. In fact, he tells us, I know you girls don't watch the news.
The classroom was suddenly filled with protests of But We Don't Have TIME To Be Informed, Because Of This Stupid School Sucking Up All Our Free Time (an excuse that can and should be used whenever possible). In fact, a few girls say, we don't have time to watch ANY television at ALL - it's not that we don't
want to watch the news specifically, it's that we
can't watch TV at
all.
The teacher rolls his eyes at us and asks, "Right. Who watched Friends this week?"
The classroom is suddenly abuzz about Monica and Chandler's Antics, although nobody really seems to understand the teacher's point. Finally one girl gets it, and objects, "Well, it's still true that we don't have time to watch TV at
all! ...but...if we
did, why would we want to watch the stupid news instead of Friends or Will and Grace?"
The teacher promptly facepalms, his point having hit home perfcetly. And nothing more should have been said, except one girl piped up in the back: "
Hey!
I watched the news last night!"
Everyone turned to stare wonderingly at her. The teacher was even staring at her with grudging respect, and he asked her, "Well, what did it say was going on in the world?"
The girl drew herself up, and said grandly...
"
That low-rise jeans are not healthy."
The classroom erupted with horrified teenage girls, all of whom had closets stuffed with as many pairs of low-rise jeans as they could possibly hold, trying to find out what horrible medical condition they were developing. And through the entire thing, I just kept thinking, if I told someone about this, they would
never really believe me.
gotta live until i die @ 09:15 p.m.
[_Sunday, August 10, 2003_]
np: Hybrid Rainbow - FLCL
Tokyopop has Cyber Idol Mink? Oh, fuck. Some recent series have raised my opinion of them (they seem to have done an okay job on Kodocha...and if not for the Random Accent-Giving in Parakiss and the occasional sloppy text editing, I'd give that my stamp of approval too). But they always mess up Nakayoshi series. It's like a sick curse. Was I the only one who wanted to cry when I saw the Tokyo Mew-Mew release with its ugly, ugly fonts that were ILLEGIBLE?!
Oooh, I'm going to have such an enjoyable last two weeks of vacation. I kind of wish I was already at college (the suspense! the excitement! just several blocks of Kinokuniya!) but I'm going to have a great time until I am. Tomorrow Alicia-darling is coming to sleep over. Huge Buffy/Angel marathon, probably. I have to see Les at least once more before leaving for school. School friends will get together to see PotC (fifth time! eee!) before summer is up. And next week I will go back to my high school to drop off a book, talk to teachers, and flit around safe in the knowledge that I don't have to be there.
gotta live until i die @ 01:56 p.m.
[_Sunday, August 10, 2003_]
np: Video Killed the Radio Star - Radiohead
*throttles pitas* ...testing...
gotta live until i die @ 01:57 a.m.
