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Jan 16, 2004

There's a girl in my political science discussion named Chiquita. Like the banana.

God help us.

On Saturday I'm going home with Caroline so that on Sunday I can go with her to her grandmom's funeral. It's strange; I just barely met Iris a couple of weeks ago and now it's time to figure out where my black slacks have got to. I've only lost one grandparent and I've never been to a funeral, so this is all very new to me.

I don't know how Caroline is holding up. I wish I had a phone -- instant messengers just don't work for this sort of thing. I guess I'll see her tomorrow so I'll be able to figure this out then.

It's a weird feeling, being the person that's being there for someone. I know I'm not doing any real good, I'm just a member of a cast of supporting characters that flesh out the scene for her and prevent her from feeling lost or out of place. I'm a touchstone to remind her she's in the real world. "Being there for someone" ... it really is no more than that.

Why does the world have to be such a serious place?
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Jan 14, 2004

I think I'm getting an inferiority complex from catching up with all your blogs.

I thought I had an interesting schedule, but again everybody else outdoes it. I though my creepy Cinema prof was pretty funny until I heard about Kelly's masturbating English prof (That's what you get if you go to Tech!). Everyone had fascinating deep things to say about the break and about leaving college and returning to college, but I don't. I was here, then I was there for a while, now I'm here again. My room smelled a little musty but I got a scented candle for Christmas.

Which really shows how out of touch my mom can be sometimes. I like the candle and everything, but isn't that the sort of gift you give at an office birthday party?

Anyway, sometimes I think if it weren't for the witty asides, no one would ever read my blog because I react so bloody placidly to everything that happens. And at the moment, sitting in the SLC waiting for a 1:30 class or a comment, whichever comes first, I despair of anybody reading it at all.

At last check, my cellphone still isn't working. I miss that and I miss my girlfriend and I miss playing the guitar. I learned to play guitar over the break, did I mention that to anyone? I only know a couple of songs but they aren't titchy chordy strummy shit either. Unless you count Fake Plastic Trees. Which involves me singing falsetto. Now that's entertainment!

I even wrote a couple of songs. That was kind of fun. If I don't get a six-string for my birthday I'll probably have to spring for it myself, but as Dad's second job is at Ken Stanton I'm sure he can hook me up. And once I do get a guitar I can jam with Ian my bass-playing roommate and maybe even drummer Car (sp?) and guitarist Aaron from downstairs. Wouldn't it be weird if I ended up in a band? Caroline would probably be mortified.

What was I talking about?

Oh, right, my inferiority complex. And playing guitar.

Hmmm.*

I want to throw a big drunken party for my birthday/Friday the 13th, but my common room is so damn boring I don't think anyone would come. The problem is if I don't throw some sort of party no one will know it's my birthday unless I come out and say, "Hey, it's my birthday, congratulate me," which is the epitome of tackiness. I think that passing a birthday in this new city with no one noticing would make me sad. Ah well, life goes on.

I also felt really inferior in my composition class the other day. Our first project is an editorial or persuasive essay tailored to our goals and interests. I was thinking of doing some sort of filmmaker review thing until yesterday a few people talked about topics they were considering. They're all very original looks at subjects of real importance. I hate that kind of shit.

The other day I was riding the bus, and as this guy was getting off, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted to someone sitting way in the back that they should come over and smoke a bowl that night. I was thinking of saying something witty to endear myself to the masses, but then I decided that no one-liner would really enhance the humor of the situation.

Then someone else said a very witty one-liner that cracked up everyone on the bus. I fumed all the way home.

Am I coming across as self-pitying? I think it's the malnutrition talking. I'm actually very happy at the moment. Maybe I'm making a stab at self-deprecating humor to entertain people. Oh well, it was worth a try.

Please, please comment.

*This joke is for Caroline. Probably no one else will get it, so don't bother trying.
Nick ::: 12:47 PM ::: 0 comments

My Cinema teacher is really starting to creep me out. He compared pre-production to foreplay today.

And I think he likes that male TA way more than is healthy. The guy's off trying out for some commercial and we ended up talking about it for at least eight minutes during lecture.

We watch "The Player" tonight. Is it any good?
Nick ::: 11:23 AM ::: 0 comments

La la la it's working! La la la it's working!

Two megabytes of cabley bliss.
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Jan 13, 2004

I just had my first celebrity sighting. I was walking past Sanford Hall on my way downtown, when who should walk by but University President MICHAEL ADAMS!!!

He looks sort of like a blond version of Donald Trump.

OK, OK, so it's not that exciting or surprising. But at least I'm doing better than Daniel.
Nick ::: 4:11 PM ::: 0 comments

Jan 12, 2004

Hello?

Helloooooo!








Echo!
































Don't get too excited, I'm just at the Student Learning Center. But I called the cable people and they'll be over bright and early Wednesday morning to install my damn internet.

Well, I'm excited.

I also left my dad a blank check to get my cellphone working. That's right, I said it in the clear here on the internet: a blank check with my signature on it! If the security implications of that don't get his ass moving I don't know what will. I need a phone.

These are my spring classes, barring a drop/add miracle that gives me Screenwriting or Comparative Mythology or Journalism Intro:

Intro to Cinema
Political Science
Advanced Composition
Climate and Meteorology

I just got out of Intro to Cinema lecture, and while my TA for the discussions is cool, I swear the professor is some mutant hybrid of Santa Claus, James Lipton from Inside the Actor's Studio, and Will Ferrell from that skit where he's in a cabin with his 'lover.'

Professorial Idiocy of Some Indeterminate Period of Time
My Cinema prof trying to explain optioning the rights to a film: "Let's say you have this amazing experience. You're driving along the road one night. A spaceship lands. Aliens come out and make love to you, passionately, for a long time. Then they thank you, and say you're the best lover, the best thing to ever happen to Mars."

Creepy.

My Advanced Comp teacher is really nice but it's a class about freaking academic essays. Boo hiss. My Climate teacher seems nice but a bit tightly wound. A little on the gay side, too. I still haven't met my poly sci prof but I'm not looking forward to it. Bloody Georgia constitution requirement.

Speaking of which, last night I gave the Queer Eye episode of South Park another chance. It still sucks. Why would they rerun that when they've got the episode with the goth kids and the raisins girls? Probably trying not to beat a dead horse, without realizing that the Queer Eye episode was fuckin' stillborn. Stupid Comedy Central.

I read Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas over the break. I'm also going through Lord of the Rings again, because that last movie was, like the others, awesome.

If I think of anything else to say I'll notify you immediately.
Nick ::: 12:27 PM ::: 0 comments