Whelmed
Song of the Hour: Star Wars Cantina by Richard Cheese
It’s noon on a wednesday, and I’m listening to weird songs sang lounge singer style, and writing to You People. Obviously, I’m lacking in motivation here. I can’t get my computer hooked up to the UNC server to deliver my finally finished podcast version of my Hanged Man playlist project, so obviously, I need to be tending to the blog. What cognitive science mideterm? I haven’t the slightest what you mean.
It’s a blah day. My little angel got suspended from school yesterday for getting into a fight while the teacher was out of the room. I swear, getting the truth out of kids is an exercise in futility. From what I gather, some tension built up over something or other during P.E., and when they got back to the classroom, the teacher stepped out and this kid started punching Joss so of course he started punching back and when his teacher came back they were rolling around on the floor. Obviously, Joss must have been doing something to piss this other kid off, but he swears he wasn’t and he seems sincere. The other kid got suspended 3 days, and Joss 1. Honestly, I can’t fucking tell. I’ve tried to make it clear to Joss that no crime is greater than lying, especially about other things that get him in trouble. I’ve chosen to believe him this time. Kids always seem to be looking for a fight with him, probably because he can be a total know-it-all somtimes, but for the most part he’s really sweet and I can’t understand why he gets picked on so much. I’m not one of those aggravating mothers who thinks their kid never does anything wrong- I tend to blame Joss for anything that happens within a 3 mile radius of him. But I really don’t understand why he gets in so much trouble with other kids… anyway. He’s home for the day.
Otherwise I’ve got so much to do I can’t decide where to start, so it seems I’m just not starting. My Media Literature class, the one that assigned the playlist you guys helped with, gave us our next project yesterday. Collages. Can you believe it? 3 collages- one of a character in literature, one of a work of literature (same as the character or not), and one of "ourselves". Doesn’t that rock? I think I’m going with an Eliot theme- Prufrock for the character, the Wasteland for the work, and I haven’t a clue how to use images for "me", but I suspect it will heavily resemble Prufrock. Me and J. Alfred go way back, I think we have a lot in common. Mermaids ignoring us and all that. Anyway, if you have any bright ideas for collage stuff, or even better, pictures you’ve taken that you think would work in any of them, send them on. I’m pretty good with the digital editing thing (thank you joanna, wherever you are) but again we have to deal with copyright issues, so I won’t be able to use half the images I’d like to due to ownership issues. I can’t just pull them off the web, you know? I’m going to need some good desert-scapes, hint hint. You know who you are.
Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m remembering what a midterm is. No good, that remembering. It’s too beautiful a day to be stuck inside reading. It’s like 72 degrees right now. Maybe I’ll go read on the roof or something. That sounds promising.
Wow. I can’t believe how long I can write about nothing. Can I procrastinate or what? Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I’ve already downloaded and watched every single episode of the office in existence, so I can’t resort to those little 20 minute diversions anymore. I need to find something else. Ideas? no, don’t tell me. I should figure out how to work… again. I used to know. I used to care. The way things are going, I’ll be lucky to get a 3.0 this semester. Ugh, muse of motivation, where art thou?
love.
