Today I: can't get anything done to save my life.
And by anything I mean cleaning, cooking, laundrying, homeworking, or anything.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
i will dress your eyelids
I haven't written in a long time and I think maybe that's a big problem. I've been writing in online journals since 1999 and I think this is the longest spell I've gone without writing in anything. This past month and a half back at school has been a little disconcerting. It's not exactly how I thought it would be: 'displaced' is the word I have been using the most. It's not that I'm sad. It's not that I'm not happy to be here. I'm just not quite all here yet. Something is upsetting me.
One of those things, I discovered a couple nights ago, is the thing that is boredom. I get really stressed out when I'm bored/wasting time/not being productive. Although I have several fantastic classes, it's what I do when I'm not doing those classes that upsets me. Usually this involves sitting around, going on the internet, or sleeping.
So, adendum 1: do stuff that makes me feel good(creative).
I am in Chinese I. I get to make all these jokes about getting in touch with my roots and crap like that. I get to talk to my dad in Mandarin on the phone and repeat everything I say ('What is your honorable family surname?' 'Same as yours.' 'No, Dad, answer the question in a sentence. What is your honorable family surname?' 'Fong.' 'FIINE.') five times. Then he says something back which has nothing to do with what I've learned (introducing myself, talking about my family, the date and time, and general hobbies) and asks if I know what he said and I say of course not and get flustered and say 'XAI JIAN!' which is 'goodbye' but ANGRY. Also I am angry because Chinese I got really hard in the third week and I'm not one of the people he calls on anymore because I'm reliable.
I am also in painting, which is pretty great, because I feel fairly competent, much more so thatn I did in the drawing class. Painting is more interpreative; you can say you are going for a style, superflat, like the Fauves, maybe, when you can't get perspective quite right.
Then there is the Norm Rosenberg class. I sit in the front row with the boys and watch old film clips. Then there is the senior history seminar in which I have to write a big fat paper that I'm constantly doing half-assed research although a first draft is due at the end of the month.
That is my life. Also, I need a foam thingy for my bed and yesterday Dashiell sat on my lap for 45 minutes while I played on the computer.
One of those things, I discovered a couple nights ago, is the thing that is boredom. I get really stressed out when I'm bored/wasting time/not being productive. Although I have several fantastic classes, it's what I do when I'm not doing those classes that upsets me. Usually this involves sitting around, going on the internet, or sleeping.
So, adendum 1: do stuff that makes me feel good(creative).
I am in Chinese I. I get to make all these jokes about getting in touch with my roots and crap like that. I get to talk to my dad in Mandarin on the phone and repeat everything I say ('What is your honorable family surname?' 'Same as yours.' 'No, Dad, answer the question in a sentence. What is your honorable family surname?' 'Fong.' 'FIINE.') five times. Then he says something back which has nothing to do with what I've learned (introducing myself, talking about my family, the date and time, and general hobbies) and asks if I know what he said and I say of course not and get flustered and say 'XAI JIAN!' which is 'goodbye' but ANGRY. Also I am angry because Chinese I got really hard in the third week and I'm not one of the people he calls on anymore because I'm reliable.
I am also in painting, which is pretty great, because I feel fairly competent, much more so thatn I did in the drawing class. Painting is more interpreative; you can say you are going for a style, superflat, like the Fauves, maybe, when you can't get perspective quite right.
Then there is the Norm Rosenberg class. I sit in the front row with the boys and watch old film clips. Then there is the senior history seminar in which I have to write a big fat paper that I'm constantly doing half-assed research although a first draft is due at the end of the month.
That is my life. Also, I need a foam thingy for my bed and yesterday Dashiell sat on my lap for 45 minutes while I played on the computer.
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