It's strange to me that I'm actually running out of pointless things to say. I would just keep filling up the days with other various works, but on the other side of that I'd like to keep at least SOME of my work unknown until it's published.
I went back over all of my journals and such and discovered that I have over two hundred pages of handwritten material. A large quantity of that is shit, but hey, it's all about the journey. Also, since I've come to Eugene I've used up three ink cartridges for my pen.
My southern gothic fantasy hybrid piece is stuck and has been for some time now. I thought I'd make this a new paragraph because I'm not writing this one by hand, seeing as I plan for it to be substantially longer than any other of my pieces. Four chapters and a prologue does not make a suitable standalone piece.
I am frustrated.
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Monday, November 23, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Devoirs Pour Demain
I woke up at 9:30 today. That's bad on Mondays. Also Wednesdays and Fridays. Any guesses why? No? Wow, really riveted crowd I've got here. It's because I have class at 9:00. My general wake up time is 7:30, which gives me adequate time to rise, bathe, sate, walk, and wait. The point here is that I missed writing, which is indeed not a good thing. Missing philosophy (which is right after writing at 10:00) I could care less about. It really is a boring class. A philosophy class should never be lecture based; that defeats a portion of the point of the thing.
Moving on to 2:00 this afternoon, I arrived in french the usual minute before class begins. We got our scores for our oral exam, as well as our chapter tests back. As anticipated in a prior posting, I got a C on my test with 77%. On my oral exam, I got a 37.5 out of 40. For said exam, we were allowed to take in notes written in english. I was going to post a picture of them, but it was huge. Instead, I transcribe them:
Hi!
Hi!
Name?
Name! Yours?
Name! How are you?
Good! You?
Good! Student?
Student! You?
Student! Classes?
Classes!
Like them?
Maybe! You?
Maybe!
Portland?
Nope. You?
Yep!
Weekend activities?
Weekend activities!
Dance time! Bye!
Bye!
Myself, I had a good handle on everything we were saying. These were more for my partner, Chris Griffith (I call him (though not to his face) Kind Bearded Chris). I lost my 2.5 points for accidentally saying the past tense form of something. Damnable past, ruining everything.
Moving on to 2:00 this afternoon, I arrived in french the usual minute before class begins. We got our scores for our oral exam, as well as our chapter tests back. As anticipated in a prior posting, I got a C on my test with 77%. On my oral exam, I got a 37.5 out of 40. For said exam, we were allowed to take in notes written in english. I was going to post a picture of them, but it was huge. Instead, I transcribe them:
Hi!
Hi!
Name?
Name! Yours?
Name! How are you?
Good! You?
Good! Student?
Student! You?
Student! Classes?
Classes!
Like them?
Maybe! You?
Maybe!
Portland?
Nope. You?
Yep!
Weekend activities?
Weekend activities!
Dance time! Bye!
Bye!
Myself, I had a good handle on everything we were saying. These were more for my partner, Chris Griffith (I call him (though not to his face) Kind Bearded Chris). I lost my 2.5 points for accidentally saying the past tense form of something. Damnable past, ruining everything.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
A-Walk Walk Walkin'
Today I had a conference with my Writing 122 teacher. She set up conferences with each student, something put a little further into the front of my brain by the fact that I forgot we had no class on Monday and showed up to find an empty classroom and another student who had done the same. We both made what could be called in circles with different standards jokes. Rather, we more laughed awkwardly at passed statements as we quickly went our separate ways, I being nothing like his sporty regulars. Nice guy though. I went and waited for the 79x to make its loop and return me home. I was listening, I believe, to Audrye Sessions' first album, Braille. Their eponymous album certainly has more poppy staying power and catchiness, but Braille is definitely better. The Crows Came In and All I Need? Go home, Turn Me Off and Awake. I also wrote while waiting. People were very clearly reading what I was writing, so I began to rail against minorities something fierce. They stopped reading at that point, except for one guy that just kept nodding. Then I wrote a poem, and he stopped looking too. The bus showed up, I got on, waited, got off one stop early just because, walked home, came inside, sat down, and did something.
Today, I missed the bus that would've had me a good twenty minutes early for my conference, so I had to wait for the 10:54 79x. Now my conference was at 11:20, and it's roughly an eight minute bus ride, so I should've been fine. But no. This guy took seven minutes to make the three minute loop of the apartment complexes, putting things at 11:01. Then he somehow managed to take five minutes to make the one minute trip from the last stop to the bridge, putting us at 11:06. The only reason I can list his times with relative accuracy is because I was listening to Beck's Guero, an album I have mostly memorized both lyrically and length-wise. Around this point, I realized I would be late and apologies and explanations (read: excuses) would be in order. But maybe I'd be lucky and something similar would havve happened to someone ahead of me, so that things would be backed up and I'd be on time. Sure, it was a pipe dream, but I had that dream anyway. We finally arrived at UO station at an inexplicable 11:27, at which point I rapidly got off of the bus and began to walk toward my classroom. It was about two minutes into the campus that I realized these conferences would not be held in our classroom, but in my teacher's office. It was also at this point that I realized that I have no idea where her office is. My blinding failures in logic and transit colliding, I walked back to UO station to wait for the 79x to return and return me to my place of residence. I moved on to Midnite Vultures when Guero was finished. Gotta love Nicotine & Gravy. I do, that is.
Today, I missed the bus that would've had me a good twenty minutes early for my conference, so I had to wait for the 10:54 79x. Now my conference was at 11:20, and it's roughly an eight minute bus ride, so I should've been fine. But no. This guy took seven minutes to make the three minute loop of the apartment complexes, putting things at 11:01. Then he somehow managed to take five minutes to make the one minute trip from the last stop to the bridge, putting us at 11:06. The only reason I can list his times with relative accuracy is because I was listening to Beck's Guero, an album I have mostly memorized both lyrically and length-wise. Around this point, I realized I would be late and apologies and explanations (read: excuses) would be in order. But maybe I'd be lucky and something similar would havve happened to someone ahead of me, so that things would be backed up and I'd be on time. Sure, it was a pipe dream, but I had that dream anyway. We finally arrived at UO station at an inexplicable 11:27, at which point I rapidly got off of the bus and began to walk toward my classroom. It was about two minutes into the campus that I realized these conferences would not be held in our classroom, but in my teacher's office. It was also at this point that I realized that I have no idea where her office is. My blinding failures in logic and transit colliding, I walked back to UO station to wait for the 79x to return and return me to my place of residence. I moved on to Midnite Vultures when Guero was finished. Gotta love Nicotine & Gravy. I do, that is.
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