January 30, 2003
God Forbid We Try Something Bright
Wow, it's funny stuff when you read someone else's blog and you feel a bit like you could've written the words yourself. I just had one of those moments, she was writing about how she hasn't seriously talked to the people she confides in for a bit. I haven't, either, but then again I don't think I've had anything too serious to chat about.
If it's all the same, I still wish that I was confiding my nothing that's a big deal to someone. But today...well, there was one person that I really wanted to talk to about some slightly big news, but the words just kind of bounced back at me. Ouch. I hate that kind of thing.
I don't know if I've talked about this before or not, but if so...oh well. I am very excited by my recent culinary discovery. While snacking, I discovered that Chow Mein noodles and a bit of a Reese's cup create a haystack in my mouth. Which shouldn't be surprising, haystacks were the treats me made on our first day of kindergarten, they were peanut butter and chow mein noodles covered in chocolate. There could have been marshmellows too, but I don't think that there was. I should have discovered this a long time ago, but it taking me this long doesn't make it any less yummy.
Miracle of miracles, I got an A in chemistry. Ohh, that sounds nice. I don't expect a repeat performance of that. And I still have no clue what science I'm taking next year.
I think I've grown too friendly with the kitchen staff. When I came in to clockin, one guy, Tony, was crouching behind the door and jumped out to scare me. I did the typical thing of throwing my hand to my chest, as though otherwise my heart would come flying out from my chest. I'm sure the look on my face was hilarious.
If I decide to take an upper level of science next year, I want to tie leashes to the wrists of the guys in my class and bring them with me. I don't know how I would have gotten this far without them, and I don't know how I will get through senior year science without them, either. Granted, I signed up for the class without knowing I would have these guys to figuratively grip onto.
I think I may have ruined a friendship. I hate when I do that. ::slaps own wrist::
When analyzing parts of The Bell Jar for Journalism, I realized that I don't know the difference between good and bad writing unless they are on the extreme ends of the spectrum. I can't catch subtlety to save my life. I need blinking lights and horns and neon yellow highlighter.
Then there's another friend of mine who is becoming surprisingly closer to me now that he has a girlfriend. Before he started going out with her, he asked for my approval and such. I'm really happy to see him with a girl that sounds really nice and all that, if I can't be with him (and I can't, different time zones tends to work things out that way). I don't think I would even care so much about the fact that I can't be with him if not for the fact that he's kind of off the market. Like I said, though, it was never a practical scenario. Mostly, I think I'm entertaining thoughts of him for amusement between classes.
I have to admit I got a little annoyed at Prospice today. We're doing a special edition of short poetry and our editor decided to consult the whole staff as to cover ideas. I think this is the first time I've been consulted about a cover, but some other occasion could be slipping my mind. Anyway, I got annoyed that it was made out to be a democratic process, but when the majority (by a lot, we're not talking one or two votes difference) chooses one decision, go with it. If the editor had her own idea that she wanted to go with, she should have just chosen that. It's one of the perks of being editor, she gets to choose that kind of thing. But it was patronizing to hold a vote and then overturn it.
Christian was a tad more harsh than me in his description of our editor: "Fascist Nazi."
The idea that was rejected as 'too complicated' was rolling a marble in a pie pan over a sheet of paper. I still think it would have looked awesome and fun, but too many people were taking the poetry too seriously. I think we're doing some kind of Japanese theme, since we have some Haikus. I would understand if it was all haikus, but since it's not...oh what the fuck, we're trying to appeal to the student body. I think they'd rather have something fun and marbelized rather than something more serious and bamboo, but oh well. I was willing to put in the extra time, if it would be needed (and I don't think it would be) to do the covers. But oh well. Maybe something bright will make it later.
Oh maybe we're supposed to be as morbid as the poetry we receive in mass quantities.
::sigh::
It doesn't bug me as much as the quantity of paragraphs would imply, but it does irk me.
Love,
Mandy