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| Our refrigerator stopped being cold this week. It's basically just a large rectangular storage unit in the kitchen. Orange juice is surprisingly nasty when it's warm. Oh, and my computer science teacher keeps referring to this girl's picture of her kitty kat (that she wears proudly displayed on a mall-made t-shirt) as a titty tat. I mean... do I inform her that that's not ok? Do I just let this injustice slide? How do I politely express my horrid disdain if she says it again? Cuz she might. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Titty tat. Yeah, I still hate it. Gross. | | |
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| Geez... that optimism of the last entry was obviously written after my FIRST class. Before I met the completely indiscernible asian puppet looking man sounding out Biology Lab terms he's for some reason never had to pronounce before or the Black Panther Jerry Curl activist presiding over my History of Africans in America class where African Kings from the 1800's, Nat King Cole, and pictures of his wife in Aruba find their way into the same sentence. These guys are complete characters out of a spoof movie about cultural stereotypes being blown out of proportion. Except I could never have come up with some of the stuff they do. Craziness. My Lit class w/ Mexican/American authors has a really intelligent woman teaching it, and I feel we'll have a respectable student-teacher synergy with each other. The class only has like five students or something in it though, so we're in a REALLY tight little room, and no offense... but damn they smell bad. Like for real. Everyone is either large, stinky, or largeandstinky. It's rough. I'm a big smeller. And you smell like hell. And in case you haven't picked up from the course titles, I represent the minority in every one of my classes. The ONLY white guy in my African American History course. It's fun. Like a spy. I also auditioned for a play this week at the school having had such a wonderful experience with Tyler Junior College back in the day. The show was smart enough, and I was offered a pretty fun role, but after the read-through and considering how much of my schedule I've already filled with the new load, I decided to decline the part. If it was some dynamic chance I'd make it happen. But this aint no Footloose kids... I'll just say that. So here we are. New house. New school. New boots. (I bought my first pair of cowboy boots since my fire engine red ones I had when I was four). New schedule. New priorities. New goals. New ideas. New boots.  | Currently Watching
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| ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maaaaannnnnnnnnn.................. College student again. Officially. I paid fuh muh klasses. (well my dad did, and for that I'm so thankful.) Here in the computer lab at El Centro Dallas Community College. (Celebrating 40 years of downtown education this year don'tcha know.) It's cool. Located RIGHT in the heart of Downtown Dallas. I even already knew how to get here because it's next door to the Municiple Court Building. (What!?!? I got a speeding ticket. Don't judge me. I took defensive driving, jerk.) And my first professor of the day (large lovely laughing black woman) informed us that they let all the day-stay people out of jail around 6 or 6:30 so be careful cuz sometimes they come over to the campus to try to take showers in the bathrooms. Isn't that exciting!! It was so fun to go find parking somewhere in the city and walk in the freezing cold weather with the collar of my peat coat turned up toward my college and feel like I'm moving and progressing and getting adult momentum built back up again. 12 hours. Not crazy massive intense. But I'll still be working full time, so it's very 2003 for me when I was at Teen Mania, working two other jobs, acting in a musical, and saving money for Los Angeles. All of which I did very well, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Now, I was WAY more structured then, I had my little spreadsheets of income and expenses, I had a day timer filled with hourly incriments of schedulization, I didn't party or play in a band or anything, and my living expenses were sufficiently lower, but I did it. And I know I can get into that mindset again. I WANT to get into that mindset again. And I'm excited about my classes. Tuesday Thursday I have Biology and Lab from 7:00 AM!!!!! till 9:50. Little break till 11 when I have English (Mexican/American studies and literature) then History from 12:30 to 1:50 (African American Cultural Studies) and on Fridays a Computer Science course. (Basically, literacy. Word and such. Which doesn't necessarily teach me anything, but it WILL count as a science credit, and I'm ok with helping my GPA right now.) All of this leading to knocking ALL my basics out of the way before transferring to UT Austin in the fall to get my RTF degree and start cranking out screenplays. It's nice. Feels good. I'm happy I'm fially getting it all done like I've been thinking about for years now. Nice to not JUST be waiting tables anymore. I needed to do that for a while. It was therapudic. But now this is. And at 7 in the morning... I just hope I can remember this optimism. Owww Oowwwwwwwww!!!!!!! BIG MAN ON CAMPUS!!!!!! HOLLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| How much do we love 2007 so far? I kind feel like the late bloomer tag i had as a hairless 16 year old applied to more than my follicles. I do have chest hair now, though. So that's kind of weird. But like, I'm JUST NOW discovering music. And for all those years where people were like, 'man, I'm so into music' and I was all 'whatever. that's dumb.' I'm kind of a little bit embarassed for myself. The in depth discoveries I'm finding locked in chords and lyrics of bands long since popular are changing my mindset and revamping my creative understanding. And I'm super stoked to be in the middle of a crysalis, but I can't help but wonder what life would have been like had I understood the inside of the shell earlier. But if there's one mantra that envelops my conscious, it's that it is what it is. Potentially as campy as 'no worries' but with equal depths and shallows. It's true. So I'm just enjoying the tour and trusting that the order of discovery is appropriate and timely outside of my understanding of either principle. Love y'all. bjam | | |
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