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Aug. 27th, 2009 10:37 pmI don't really get RPF, but is it possible that I ship it?
"One of the most beautiful songs I've heard is Cat Power's 'Colors and the Kids' from her album Moonpix. That song is so heart wrenchingly beautiful and romantic. It makes me want to kidnap her and run away and hide forever."
-DAVE. GROHL. SAID. THIS.
Yeah, the only RP ships that ever occur to me are music-related. Bear McCreary/Eric Whitacre. Those two really need to at least hang out. (And Eric Whitacre needs to be composing for TV or films like, yesterday).
WHY BEING AT SCHOOL SUCKS.
-Internet is wonky. It was pretty disconcerting that my connection stopped working within the first 24 hours of being back. I was dreading a repeat of the sophomore year disaster when our dorm totally got ignored for only having our internet work about 25% of the time because there was one time that somebody was pulling out ethernet plugs in the basement as a prank and they kept blaming it on us. But then it worked again the next morning and I haven't really had problems with it again, it's just crap-slow. I'm not optimistic that it won't malfunction again, it's just really obnoxious cause I can't really depend on the library computers when that involves walking there in the dark like mama-told-me-not-to-do (though, I don't know, it's a scary neighborhood but it's also only one or two blocks).
-I have to finish a novel at 45,000 words or more this semester.
-One of my professors is really funny, but a dumbass. I fucking hate bullshit teaching methods that basically tell you there is no such thing as understanding the content on your own. We have to come in nearly every week with questions about readings, demonstrating some attempt to answer the question to basically prove that we tried but couldn't get to the answer. So I not only have to bullshit, but I have to bullshit bullshit. And these are readings composed of solid historical FACTS, if not something even less complicated like Shinto chants or something.
WHY BEING HERE IS PRETTY COOL.
-A couple years ago I had one of those roommates that got all obnoxiously jerky/singy/lip-syncy when she was listening to music. I not only don't have to put up with that from anyone else but I can do it myself.
-I am going to finish a novel of 45,000 words or more this semester. I have mixed feelings about whether trying to kick out an extremely, extremely rough draft with an encouraged emphasis on quantity rather than quality is a good idea for a novel bunny I really, really care about. My instincts are to write the fantasy novel I first conceived of on a park swing when I was in middle school and that it's going to be called The Verse and that it's going to be easier to write than I think since it returned to my brain with a fucking vengeance some time last year after I figured out how to fix a plot issue, but I don't know. I don't want to end up with a rough draft so overwhelmingly crappy that I never feel like diving into it again.
-SIXTIES LIT with somebody I'll just call PROFESSOR AWESOME, who seems to always come up with excuses to show Star Trek episodes in relevant courses and is having us eventually discuss "City on the Edge of Forever." I also get to study something by Thomas Pynchon that's a bit (heh) lighter than Gravity's Rainbow, which should be cool. Also, he's having a message board thing function as part of our participation grade and I laughed when I saw that he actually put "no flaming" in the syllabus. Oh, Chapman.
-STAR TREK ELEVEN IS SHOWING AT OUR STUDENT CENTER ON THE 4TH. I FREAKED OUT WHEN I SAW THE POSTER. YES. YES. I GET TO SEE IT AGAIN BEFORE IT COMES OUT ON DVD, ON A SIZABLE SCREEN. INFACT I CAN SEE IT TWICE IN A ROW. I DON'T KNOW IF I'M GOING TO DO THAT THOUGH.
"One of the most beautiful songs I've heard is Cat Power's 'Colors and the Kids' from her album Moonpix. That song is so heart wrenchingly beautiful and romantic. It makes me want to kidnap her and run away and hide forever."
-DAVE. GROHL. SAID. THIS.
Yeah, the only RP ships that ever occur to me are music-related. Bear McCreary/Eric Whitacre. Those two really need to at least hang out. (And Eric Whitacre needs to be composing for TV or films like, yesterday).
WHY BEING AT SCHOOL SUCKS.
-Internet is wonky. It was pretty disconcerting that my connection stopped working within the first 24 hours of being back. I was dreading a repeat of the sophomore year disaster when our dorm totally got ignored for only having our internet work about 25% of the time because there was one time that somebody was pulling out ethernet plugs in the basement as a prank and they kept blaming it on us. But then it worked again the next morning and I haven't really had problems with it again, it's just crap-slow. I'm not optimistic that it won't malfunction again, it's just really obnoxious cause I can't really depend on the library computers when that involves walking there in the dark like mama-told-me-not-to-do (though, I don't know, it's a scary neighborhood but it's also only one or two blocks).
-I have to finish a novel at 45,000 words or more this semester.
-One of my professors is really funny, but a dumbass. I fucking hate bullshit teaching methods that basically tell you there is no such thing as understanding the content on your own. We have to come in nearly every week with questions about readings, demonstrating some attempt to answer the question to basically prove that we tried but couldn't get to the answer. So I not only have to bullshit, but I have to bullshit bullshit. And these are readings composed of solid historical FACTS, if not something even less complicated like Shinto chants or something.
WHY BEING HERE IS PRETTY COOL.
-A couple years ago I had one of those roommates that got all obnoxiously jerky/singy/lip-syncy when she was listening to music. I not only don't have to put up with that from anyone else but I can do it myself.
-I am going to finish a novel of 45,000 words or more this semester. I have mixed feelings about whether trying to kick out an extremely, extremely rough draft with an encouraged emphasis on quantity rather than quality is a good idea for a novel bunny I really, really care about. My instincts are to write the fantasy novel I first conceived of on a park swing when I was in middle school and that it's going to be called The Verse and that it's going to be easier to write than I think since it returned to my brain with a fucking vengeance some time last year after I figured out how to fix a plot issue, but I don't know. I don't want to end up with a rough draft so overwhelmingly crappy that I never feel like diving into it again.
-SIXTIES LIT with somebody I'll just call PROFESSOR AWESOME, who seems to always come up with excuses to show Star Trek episodes in relevant courses and is having us eventually discuss "City on the Edge of Forever." I also get to study something by Thomas Pynchon that's a bit (heh) lighter than Gravity's Rainbow, which should be cool. Also, he's having a message board thing function as part of our participation grade and I laughed when I saw that he actually put "no flaming" in the syllabus. Oh, Chapman.
-STAR TREK ELEVEN IS SHOWING AT OUR STUDENT CENTER ON THE 4TH. I FREAKED OUT WHEN I SAW THE POSTER. YES. YES. I GET TO SEE IT AGAIN BEFORE IT COMES OUT ON DVD, ON A SIZABLE SCREEN. INFACT I CAN SEE IT TWICE IN A ROW. I DON'T KNOW IF I'M GOING TO DO THAT THOUGH.
