November 03, 2003
why do you frustrate me so, dear blogger?
man oh man this week's going to be hell on wheels. just because of all the crazy stuff i'm involved in and all the junk i have to accomplish. but i'll get through it. and if i can get through this, i can get through the rest of the semester without a nervous breakdown. i don't think i've ever actually had a nervous breakdown. there's this girl in one of my classes who likes to talk about how many nervous breakdowns she has a day. but i think it's just a hyperbole.
i just got back from an sga meeting that lasted nearly 2 hours. and before that rehearsal for nearly 2 hours. and i still want to get to page 200 in my book. i like setting unrealistic goals like that. because if you don't, what do you have to strive for?
i don't want to be a scene kid, contrary to popular belief. and i'm not one. although when i'm home i enjoy hanging out around the scene and getting to know some of the kids there. because it's one of the more entertaining (and cheap) things to do around columbia. but most of them are snobs, and have conformed from year to year to whatever style of music is in the scene. because when my brother was younger it used to be pretty old school punk. and he complains about how people around the scene now actually ridicule him for still liking the music and not jumping on the indie snob bandwagon. of course, i do like a lot of indie music, but i hope i'm never an indie snob, and i don't think i'll ever be one, because i don't care enough to try to find music that will impress you. i listen to music because of how it makes me think and feel. and that's that.
on a similar note, the lyrics for divine comedy's song "songs of love", which ben folds covers on his newest ep, are hilarious. because you can perfectly envision the scenes described. that's the english major in me.
so now it's time to not get a shower (i'm a lazy filthy bum) and to read my butt off. and i don't know where that expression first came from...do you?
man oh man this week's going to be hell on wheels. just because of all the crazy stuff i'm involved in and all the junk i have to accomplish. but i'll get through it. and if i can get through this, i can get through the rest of the semester without a nervous breakdown. i don't think i've ever actually had a nervous breakdown. there's this girl in one of my classes who likes to talk about how many nervous breakdowns she has a day. but i think it's just a hyperbole.
i just got back from an sga meeting that lasted nearly 2 hours. and before that rehearsal for nearly 2 hours. and i still want to get to page 200 in my book. i like setting unrealistic goals like that. because if you don't, what do you have to strive for?
i don't want to be a scene kid, contrary to popular belief. and i'm not one. although when i'm home i enjoy hanging out around the scene and getting to know some of the kids there. because it's one of the more entertaining (and cheap) things to do around columbia. but most of them are snobs, and have conformed from year to year to whatever style of music is in the scene. because when my brother was younger it used to be pretty old school punk. and he complains about how people around the scene now actually ridicule him for still liking the music and not jumping on the indie snob bandwagon. of course, i do like a lot of indie music, but i hope i'm never an indie snob, and i don't think i'll ever be one, because i don't care enough to try to find music that will impress you. i listen to music because of how it makes me think and feel. and that's that.
on a similar note, the lyrics for divine comedy's song "songs of love", which ben folds covers on his newest ep, are hilarious. because you can perfectly envision the scenes described. that's the english major in me.
so now it's time to not get a shower (i'm a lazy filthy bum) and to read my butt off. and i don't know where that expression first came from...do you?
