Off I go, as of tomorrow. I'm gonna try updating this thing while I'm there, but what I'm gonna do (or what I've planned to do) is to write a short story or play while I'm there. I'll find some cafe where they'll like me and get to work. About a half-hour, each day, just writing something good.
It'll be good for me, I think. The only other thing I've written is a play (which I'm actually still in the process of writing) in my moleskine (which is where I'll be writing this new thing as well) that I haven't really told anyone about because it's a little disturbing and might not fit for an actual play--I'm not sure anyone could pull it off onstage. I might decide to show it to people in the near future, but now I'm not so sure, because people will think I'm creepy. In fact, some people probably already think so. I'd have to look deeper into my observations.
It'll be nice romping around the city. Give me some time to think and tinker with my own life. I hope I'll enjoy it, because it seems like, for a teenager, there is nothing to do in Paris except walk around.
I find that there are two types of parties: social gatherings, and free-for-alls. Social gatherings are typically smaller, like a picnic or a birthday party sleepover that you had with your friends in 5th grade. Free-for-alls are college parties at someone's house, with beer, or a dance that goes late into the night. They are larger in size and more dangerous in nature. The natural person wants an equal balance of both: they want to hob-nob and excercise their brains and just get to know people, but they also just want to have fun and party, even if it is at some risk, it will later make a good story.
The party I just got back from was a small social gathering for a young man's 16th birthday. I stopped having parties at about 12, and when I went to this one, it felt like that typical sleepover. I felt a little bit of nostalgia, but the people surrounding me were my age. It was a very surreal experience. It was all guys, although one woman showed for a while, but then left. I was surrounded by people my age and younger, and I could just tell: I'm too old for this. I'm literally eighteen and grown up. And I felt a pang of regret that I didn't have more fun.
What are you thankful for?
That's easy: my friends. Although they seem to be apologizing to me a lot lately. I mean, that's a good thing. I love it when people realize the fact that they screwed up. It's just a nice feeling. In their defense, though, I guess it's the stress getting to everyone, I mean it is our senior year, so. The one thing I don't like are those stupid conditional sorries. Like where have you heard this before: "I'm sorry, but..."
This isn't a real sorry. If you screwed up, you're gonna have to say something like "I'm sorry, PERIOD" or if you wanna be formal about it, "I apologize." Or even, "I screwed up, I'm sorry, I guess I just didn't know what was up" or WHATEVER. Come to accept the humility and then the healing can begin.
I'm thankful for our new government, too. I'm thankful for the fact that I like music so much and that my hearing is better. Come to think of it, I have a lot of things to be thankful for.
Hey all, just a quick update before I go to bed.
One of my hobbies, as many people may know, is music. I tend to like every type of music, ranging from classic, rock, classic rock, alternative, icelandic music, believe or not. So when I find another alternative artist, I say, well, they sound like every other alternative artist I know, so I'll just ignore them. But Keane, which I've tried to avoid for a long time now, is actually quite good. I'm thinking of actually buying an album of theirs.
Now, alternative for me is like my LOST of television: it's a guilty pleasure. Pop music is something looked down upon in my opinion, but really, his voice is just gorgeous. For me, someone who has extensive musical taste (and I say that with minimal snobbery) it's just sad that I listen to someone like Keane. Not that Keane is bad, mind you, but at least I don't listen to, say, Justin Timberlake. Now there's something to be ashamed of. But it's like, the Counting Crows aren't bad, and niether are the Red Hot Chili Peppers, so in terms of alternative, perhaps Keane is more towards the pop end of the spectrum, but I can't resist those piano + vocal songs with descending chromatic scales. That might just be me being a music geek, but there is a logical explanation to why I'm turned on by this particular artist. So laugh all you want. I may be a little more ashamed of the music I listen to, but it could be worse.
What's your favorite music for a Sunday morning?
Submitted by Nick.
Mostly classical stuff, I think that anything peaceful will do. Most boys my age probably would listen to some kind of slow-rock thing, something to listen to either on a Sunday morning or when you're really high. I can't give you anything more specific because my taste in music is so vast I almost like anything at any time.
What's on your Top 5 video games list?
Submitted by mileena.
This is an introduction to Vox's question of the day. I think it's an interesting little mechanic: Vox introduces a question and spurs you on to create an entire journal entry, something need work on: writing in general. Sometimes I'll answer the qotd, sometimes I won't.
This is an interesting question, for I don't really play video games anymore, but I still have favorites. The list, is, as follows:
1. Lemmings
2. Starcraft
3. Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (on the Sega Genesis--pretty much any early Sonic game is good.)
4. Super Smash Bros. (Either one)
5. Advance Wars (take your pick.)
More or less. I have others, but won't go into detail right now. Lemmings was a great, innovative game that should have been remade again and again. The possibilities with Lemmings are endless, so why did it stop? I demand a pocket-one, I've heard rumors they had it for the PSP.
And I'm going into fanboy-ism. Gah. Bad.
I'm also going to be introducing my own qotd: the Quote of the day (I guess I'll have to tag it with quotd.) It'll be here in the next post. For now I'm sitting in Math class, and I'm supposed to be doing work.
So my computer is fixed. I had to take it to the mac store where I had to wait for an hour after my appointment was scheduled. The time it took for the guy to fix it was about five minutes. Jesus. You guys wanna waste my time, or what? Although I will say that a trip to the mac store shows me how much potential my mac has, and how much I'm letting all that potential go to waste.
But that's ok. Now I can fully explore vox and all of its capabilities. Like this add feature--you can add anything you want into it. And it'll store it and give me recommendations and stuff. Like Last.fm (totally cool site, I can use it to track all of the music I play. I've been using it for a while, sign up now! /plug) anyway, it will relate stuff to other stuff, which I think is cool.
Now for politics: I live in San Francisco and absolutely hate being associated with it. Yeah, I like it, it's my theme for this blog, but everything it stands for is a bunch of stereotypes. One time, I was on a cruise ship and hanging out with a bunch of other youth. The question of where everyone came from came up, and someone was like, "Oh, where are you from, Cliff?" I responded with, "Oh, San Francisco." The response? "Are you gay?"
Now normally I would laugh at it, and now that I think about it, I should have punched the guy in the face and maybe spit on him. Come on. "Are you gay?" That's like saying, "Oh, you live in Europe. Are you white?" As long as I live in America, I'm free to go anywhere I want, and if I want to live in San Francisco (THE greatest city in the world) I will live there and be friends with the people living in the town. I'm not gay. I have gay friends who happen to live in San Francisco. And unless you want me to associate you with bumfuck Nebraska or wherever you live, you'll stop associating my town with gay people. It's like the new Chinatown of the US. Since you people are so anti-gay, they have no choice but to shepherded into an area of the country where they can try to survive.
Ok, no more ranting. I'll end with a wonderful book I highly recommend, I'm reading it for English class. It's called "The Bell Jar," and it's a really interesting focus on the psyche. Take a look.
Hey all!
Welcome to my new blog. I figured I should have something a little more online and a little more organized going into college since I needed something to keep my life in order. I've actually started this blog on a computer that is not my own, and....
...hold on...fixing dinner...
Ok! Where was I? Ah yes, first post. This will be a series of things that I actually care about but at the same time don't care if they get out. I've had too much experience stumbling in on people's blogs and finding stuff that I don't want to find, so I'm pretty much done with that, and as I turn over a new leaf I will start this small blog in honor. Look forward to interesting links and such.
Other than that, it's not REALLY a personal journal, it's a little more public than that. I keep everything else in a moleskine (fascinating little thing, it helps immensely with tasks and such--I'm writing an entire play in it!) So yeah. Just some daily stuff that might prove interesting, might not. I don't think I will choose to track you if you visit the site (I could if I wanted to at any time, so be forewarned from here on out) and keep in mind that I may choose to edit posts, (I know, kind of shoots the whole "live and uncut" thing to oblivion, doesn't it?) but I'll only edit them within five minutes of posting them, ok?
