So, I haven't posted in a while, and allowed adele to outstrip me on the posting front, which never happens. This is unacceptable. I feel that since its been 2+ days, I should do a long post and then get started on work, since I have a limited amount of time this weekend.
It has come to my attention that I have done nothing this quarter except tread water. I spend entirely too much time out having coffee and talking and hanging out in plex listening to music. And while I agree all of these things are wonderful and an integral part of being a college student, I have to start being more moderate. You know, maybe not go out every single night. I've always had one of those personalities that doesn't really like to be limited; if I'm interested in something, I tend to attack it and pick it apart and be fascianated with it, letting the object in question totally occupy my thoughts. This usually applies to concepts: epoques of history, authors, music groups, a particular group. I guess to the unexperienced viewer these passions look kind of like obsession, and in a lot of ways they are, but obsession implies that I'm irrational and I have no discernment. As far as people go, I've gone through each one of the "posse," studying them with scrutiny until I've figured them out. I've only known Mark for really, what, 2 months? So he's still being explored. And the more I learn about him the more I find, so its a vicious cycle of constant discovery that has been distracting me way to long from school work.
After the econ disaster and the mediocre bio test, plus the fact that I have no internships lined up, I'm becoming unhappy with myself. I do not fail. I am not mediocre. The very idea that I am sinking into the level of totally lethargy and apathy I see on this campus is frightening. I went to more lectures and talks and museums fall quarter of freshman year than I have throughout the entirity of this year. And its not like my grades are suffering because I'm living life and going out and seeing things and experiencing new culture and whatever. My school life is suffering because I sit around and talk in coffee shops and on IM and over weblogs. My parents are no doubt horrified I'll become the next ryan lauck or something. And the thing is, it's nobody's fault but mine. I just need to try and learn about moderation. Uck. Moderation. even the word sounds bland and uninteresting.
But I suppose, after that digression, I should give you a synopsis of my week. Friday I did a ton of metro work. Took Mark to see X-Seed, a very mediocre metal band that was nevertheless pleasent. I like the repetitive screaming and the wall of similar guitar cords. The way it rocks you back and forth. I like looking at the metal fans in their Slipknot shirts and their dyed-black hair, the hoochie girls who try way too hard to look scary, but really look scared. The 17 year old boys with huge saucer eyes. Rock shows are some of the best people watching opportunites ever. I was angry that their wasn't a moshpit. But there will probably be one at the Anti-flag show next week. Good thing. Before that, we went to this cute little diner and talked about stuff for a while. As usual, very nice. We go back, hang out with Adele for a while (and give her two little emo pins so she can be even more darling than she already is), and take Anne north to nick's. Mousetrap and pizza ensued. The whole night was just really pleasent. Mark and I got hyper on the el and pretended we were spies, so we used rolled-up posters as earphones and eyeglasses and megaphones. It was really cool just to act silly and dorky again. I've been pretty serious recently.
We get up at the crack of dawn (re:10am) to have lunch with nick's parents. I liked them a lot more than I thought I would. We squeeze into their new car and drive to Old Orchard (and I do mean squeeze) to eat at the cheescake factory. His parents were really very charming. I loved his dad--just like nick. A bit vitriolic, but all the same, he was very funny. His mother has a very understated sarcasm which I found lovely. And they were really cool with everyone's religious quirks, which rarely happens. Most people freak out when I say I'm Mormon, or freak out around atheists. Nick's parents were just like *shurg*. It kind of reminded me of my parents, except my parents are a bit more, I don't know, like me.
Russ, I'm getting the feeling you want to leave the social net. It's just a guess. Call me crazy. I think when history asks: who were the greatest bridge burners of all time? The answer will be:
3) The Japanese
2) The Goths/The Vandals (Germanic tribes, not bands)
1) Russell Riggins
Russ dear, I'm only going to say this once. If you don't want to be friends with us, cool. If you want to hang out once a month, cool. But burning bridges in a series of elaborate gestures of what seems to be disdain is not only bad business, it's unprofessional. And usually, some kind of explanation is expected on occasions of this nature.
But enough! I'm happy and I feel lovely and excited and whatever. As soon as I get this school thing figured out, I'll be the happiest I've ever been. Now, time for work. For a bit, anyway.
It has come to my attention that I have done nothing this quarter except tread water. I spend entirely too much time out having coffee and talking and hanging out in plex listening to music. And while I agree all of these things are wonderful and an integral part of being a college student, I have to start being more moderate. You know, maybe not go out every single night. I've always had one of those personalities that doesn't really like to be limited; if I'm interested in something, I tend to attack it and pick it apart and be fascianated with it, letting the object in question totally occupy my thoughts. This usually applies to concepts: epoques of history, authors, music groups, a particular group. I guess to the unexperienced viewer these passions look kind of like obsession, and in a lot of ways they are, but obsession implies that I'm irrational and I have no discernment. As far as people go, I've gone through each one of the "posse," studying them with scrutiny until I've figured them out. I've only known Mark for really, what, 2 months? So he's still being explored. And the more I learn about him the more I find, so its a vicious cycle of constant discovery that has been distracting me way to long from school work.
After the econ disaster and the mediocre bio test, plus the fact that I have no internships lined up, I'm becoming unhappy with myself. I do not fail. I am not mediocre. The very idea that I am sinking into the level of totally lethargy and apathy I see on this campus is frightening. I went to more lectures and talks and museums fall quarter of freshman year than I have throughout the entirity of this year. And its not like my grades are suffering because I'm living life and going out and seeing things and experiencing new culture and whatever. My school life is suffering because I sit around and talk in coffee shops and on IM and over weblogs. My parents are no doubt horrified I'll become the next ryan lauck or something. And the thing is, it's nobody's fault but mine. I just need to try and learn about moderation. Uck. Moderation. even the word sounds bland and uninteresting.
But I suppose, after that digression, I should give you a synopsis of my week. Friday I did a ton of metro work. Took Mark to see X-Seed, a very mediocre metal band that was nevertheless pleasent. I like the repetitive screaming and the wall of similar guitar cords. The way it rocks you back and forth. I like looking at the metal fans in their Slipknot shirts and their dyed-black hair, the hoochie girls who try way too hard to look scary, but really look scared. The 17 year old boys with huge saucer eyes. Rock shows are some of the best people watching opportunites ever. I was angry that their wasn't a moshpit. But there will probably be one at the Anti-flag show next week. Good thing. Before that, we went to this cute little diner and talked about stuff for a while. As usual, very nice. We go back, hang out with Adele for a while (and give her two little emo pins so she can be even more darling than she already is), and take Anne north to nick's. Mousetrap and pizza ensued. The whole night was just really pleasent. Mark and I got hyper on the el and pretended we were spies, so we used rolled-up posters as earphones and eyeglasses and megaphones. It was really cool just to act silly and dorky again. I've been pretty serious recently.
We get up at the crack of dawn (re:10am) to have lunch with nick's parents. I liked them a lot more than I thought I would. We squeeze into their new car and drive to Old Orchard (and I do mean squeeze) to eat at the cheescake factory. His parents were really very charming. I loved his dad--just like nick. A bit vitriolic, but all the same, he was very funny. His mother has a very understated sarcasm which I found lovely. And they were really cool with everyone's religious quirks, which rarely happens. Most people freak out when I say I'm Mormon, or freak out around atheists. Nick's parents were just like *shurg*. It kind of reminded me of my parents, except my parents are a bit more, I don't know, like me.
Russ, I'm getting the feeling you want to leave the social net. It's just a guess. Call me crazy. I think when history asks: who were the greatest bridge burners of all time? The answer will be:
3) The Japanese
2) The Goths/The Vandals (Germanic tribes, not bands)
1) Russell Riggins
Russ dear, I'm only going to say this once. If you don't want to be friends with us, cool. If you want to hang out once a month, cool. But burning bridges in a series of elaborate gestures of what seems to be disdain is not only bad business, it's unprofessional. And usually, some kind of explanation is expected on occasions of this nature.
But enough! I'm happy and I feel lovely and excited and whatever. As soon as I get this school thing figured out, I'll be the happiest I've ever been. Now, time for work. For a bit, anyway.
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