;-) - thats a winky face I think

I haven't written in this blog in a while, a real honest post, for that matter.

But I guess I can touch up on my life and document it now before I delete this blog. I'm going to buy a real journal.

Nah, forget it.

More shit I don't like:

Williams Center food
the smell of my room
my roommate
bad manners
jerks who park in the Hendrix lot when they aren't supposed to
finding a place to live (thank goodness its over)
paying bills and car insurance
attempting to find a job
people who suck at guitar
Wonderwall
Animal Collective and Broken Social Scene
Everything listed in the same genre as Coheed and Cambria and Hawthorne Heights
Gym Class Heroes/Cute is What We Aim For/shit
separate checks in restaurants
that rip in my hiking boots
having cold feet


and also, last night i woke up at 330 covered in sweat for no reason

Pet Peeves!

Cold breakfast syrup (disgusting.)
White baseball hats
Homework!
People that are too loud
Bands that don't have fun/suck when performing
spiked hair
white kids with dreadlocks
myspacers/scene kids
the smell of ramen noodles cooked in a microwave
slurpy eaters

Nah, I'll be here in this dorm until the end of the semester

Hope?

I may have a shot at getting out of my room...

I went to see Bishop Allen on campus for free today. They played great, I bought a shirt and an ep. I shouldn't drop anymore money like this... I have a 250 dollar charge still left on my account to complete my meal plan. This would leave me with around 500 dollars for the rest of the semester. Take off an automatic 200 for gas, and that leaves 300. In November I'll have to pay car insurance for a month or so. Take off another 250. This leaves me with 50 dollars spending cash for the rest of the semester.

Oh dear.

I can only hope for some birthday cash at the end of next month.

Oh, the room. At the concert I saw Pat, a guy in my public speaking class, and his girlfriend Sarah, who's in my Moons and Planets class. Something I said brought up roommates, I'm complaining about Tim all the time anyways, but Pat mentioned that he needs a roommate ASAP or he'll be assigned one or be forced to pay for a single. This gives me a chance to move in and get out of Hendrix. The only drawback of Grissom is that it is a freshmen dorm AND all male. This is a bad thing, very bad. I like all my hallmates, but i don't know if I could take another month of sitting in a room with someone who won't say a word to me. Today - not a word. No acknowledgment whatsoever. I told him it was okay to turn off a lamp when I was reading and he wanted to sleep. I received no verbal response, only the clicking of the switch and me being left in the dark, no longer able to read.

I had an idea for a painting, where I'd have a very narrow cross-section of a pond. I want to draw this out and eventually watercolor it with browns and greens, getting something like those old Frog and Toad story illustrations. I'll have to pitch the animal drawing idea to Art Forum on Tuesday. There's many things I have to do in between now and then, though.

I have to work and devise a math project, I have to write a short paper on sound editing, I have to think of an idea for my speech *which I would not like to do on television, nor really work with the guy*, the inevitable spanish assignments, a Moons and Planets review sheet and extra credit, and a radio show.

This weekend I attended the radio lock-in in order to familiarize myself with the rest of the crew and the station itself. I love the station, the equipment is fabulous, but the club seems kinda cliquey? This is probably only because of the fact that I'm new and still don't know anyone, but I couldn't help from recieving a very snobby, phony attitude coming from many people there. Whether it came from the music directors arguing the difference between pop and rock, or the incredibly rude comment that a kid with a bone disease made about the correction of my use of the term record, I'm not very comfortable with the people there. I learned no one's name, and nobody really introduced themselves to me.

Argh. Today I thought once again of ending my college career after this semester. I'm uncertain on so many things in life right now. Job? College? Family Affairs? Independence? Upon other personal things. I'm wondering if I can't just make up a demo and send it to some agencies or radio stations for a production job. Maybe I should just move home and get my own place?

If you heard the big news, there's a new radiohead cd coming out in ten days on the internet only. Apparently, the band is releasing it themselves, and being the kings of music they are, they will also be releasing it UK-Only on record AND cd in a "DISCOBOX" sometime in December. Pretty neat when you think about it.

My lamp burned out, otherwise I'd be painting right now. I woke up around 2 pm today and 12 hours later I'm not so tired. Maybe I can get away with a couple hours' nap until morning and my hike clear across campus to Spanish.





This monotony is killing me already.






I'm going home in a week and a half to see my brother, family, and Erinn on the way back. I need out. I need sometime without assimilation.

Some Facts

I always require breakfast in the morning, no matter how meager it may be.
I can play two musical instruments pretty well.
I bought a mandolin with my money for my 18th birthday.
I have a huge case of "that guy" avoidance
I broke my space bar on my computer with a pair of scissors
I have a twin brother, who I talk to the most out of anyone I know
I don't keep in close contacts with my friends from my high school when I'm away
I'm an eagle scout
I've been to three different schools in the past three years
I can edit audio on a computer
I am slow at meeting people in certain situations
College doesn't thrill me
I can swim well...just enough
As a kid I swam, played racquetball, baseball, all non competitively
I played no sports in Middle School
In 9th grade I joined Debate Club, Computer Club, Drama Club, and Photography Club, and I stuck with none of them.
I never exercised my artistic abilities enough to develop as an artist in High School. I'm now involved in Art Forum.
I'm unsure of my major, and I may choose to minor in art.
I'll be in college forever
I've always wanted to be in a rock band
As a kid, my favorite kind of cheese was swiss
Cigarettes are cool, but I don't smoke
I know more about Nature than most people in my major at my age
I've worked as a camp counselor since I was 14, and kept some sort of a job since then.
I'm currently unemployed, and not putting much effort in looking for a job.
I have received one traffic ticket and pleaded guilty in my knee socks.
Fredonia nickels and dimes me on many things, and I have refused to pay them. According to the school, I owe them over a hundred dollars in useless fees.
I do not enjoy living in a box with a kid I cannot relate to and doesn't speak english well.
My favorite movies are Back to the Future, the Good the Bad and the Ugly, the Royal Tenenbaums, Oh Brother Where Art Thou, and the Big Lebowski
The first cd I ever bought with my own money was Sum 41's All Killer No Filler
I waited until everyone I knew had either a cellphone or Ipod before buying it myself
My favorite color is green
Most of my clothing is blue
I need new sneakers
I can skateboard, but not well. I haven't skated much since I fell down on the sidewalk on a tuft of grass
I have two posters in my room; one of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks and the other a Back to the Future movie poster
I've been reading Hidden Faces by Salvador Dali for over a year
I know more about the radio than you do
I listen to mostly public radio at home
I often buy records, and end up just giving them to my brother. I haven't a turntable.
I currently hold about 5 different career certifications in my wallet
I caused a car accident three days after I got my license
Most of my clothing at one time came from the Salvation Army. Recently I've been buying clothing with my own taste in stores at the mall. I've warmed up to the Gap.
As a kid, I used to hate the Gap.
I grew up in New York, moved to Iowa during my childhood, and moved back to New York 3 years later. This caused me to become a completely new person.
I consider myself more mature than I was my first year of college.
I feel stripped of my independence while living in a dorm on a meal plan.
I won't be able to move out on my own until at least next semester.
Of the music I listen to now, much of it came from my Dad's stereo in the mid-90s.
My favorite house I ever lived in was my house in Iowa.
I miss Maggie
I haven't gone fishing with my Dad or watched Nascar since I was in middle school.
During the summer, my job sometimes gets too busy to enjoy all that I have access to.
Most of my friends watched too much Nickelodeon as a kid
I had a nasty Pog collection
I've never been a fan of screamo or Limp Bizkit
I've never been a fan of Abercrombie and Fitch, red and orange pants, or the "fag wave" *hair flip* from my Middle School Career
I wore braces for 4 years or more
My favorite foods include apple cider
Fall is my favorite season
My birthday is three days before Halloween, they've often been celebrated together
I envy my brother's steady approach to school and work
I'm involved in a long-distance relationship, something I'm not liking getting used to.
The Counting Crows first album holds more memories of my childhood than you could imagine.
In the past two days, I have read over 200 pages in a Jonathon Franzen novel I bought because of an episode of the Simpsons
I have been taking Spanish classes since Middle School, and I still dislike the language
I went through a huge Bob Dylan phase in my freshmen year of college.
Its about 80 degrees in my room right now
the Legend of Zelda is the greatest video game series ever
Super Mario RPG is my favorite game for the Super Nintendo
I have never owned anything Playstation
At one point in time, most of my pants were khakis. I currently do not wear them unless I have to dress up, and thats still a stretch.
I own a pair of wingtip dress shoes that I bought at a Salvation Army
I looked up to Greg's older brother Russell when I was in high school
Both cars I have ever owned have been blue Hondas
I did not celebrate my 19th birthday, and barely my 18th
I never went to my high school's proms
I do not understand Physics or Chemistry
My birthmark is under my chin, and has disappeared
I have gotten stitches three times, but never broken a bone
I would like to go back to Iowa, and to Illinois, to tromp around the woods in Camp Eastman
I have been involved with scouts since 3rd grade
I watch what I eat
I am underweight and very skinny, which i do not like
I don't exercise enough
I hate the dentist and orthodontist and have purposely avoided appointments
I have deleted all the webjournals I have ever kept
I kept a real journal during my freshmen year at Cortland. It makes me the most miserable reading it than any else I have ever read.
I read Atlas Shrugged because it was the largest book I could find with a plot in the bookstore
There's nothing to do in Fredonia; Fredonia needs a bookstore
Last year at home was the most therapeutic and happiest years I have had since high school
I rarely fall asleep before 2 am

When I was a kid, I never realized how much I would hold on to things.

Apple Cinnamon Cheerios always remind me of being a kid. A little kid. 3 or 4 years old? Nursery school, for crissakes. Wonderland!

I just got back from the supermarket and picked some up. Delicious. Maybe that's where my job will be? I gotta get crackin' on that...as soon as I settle the deal with the 75 dollars in parking tickets some cops gave me. Fuck that jazz, turn down my appeal? I'm gonna go stomp their faces in tomorrow. This bullshit has gone on too long. The Student Accounts office and I don't like each other.

Today was tuesday...hella busy. It looks like I may have to switch my radio show to a different day, as to loosen up my schedule a bit and make room for homework time (which in the past two days has been FRANZOWNED).

I didn't fare too well on my Moons and Planets homework. There's another assignment due next week, and a test after that. Great. Nothing like shooting in the dark at something you're quite positive will come into your life and eat your GPA.

Who cares about much you can bench press? No, really, who? Do I? Will you ever use that knowledge to get under a car to save a baby? No. Fuck that, who cares. If you brag about how much you can bench press, please, do yourself a favor and put a shirt on.