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May. 4th, 2005 08:49 pmToday was marginally better than yesterday, I suppose. I sold back my textbooks, and made a cool $112. Part of this went towards my own collegiate extravagance: the rental of "Evil Dead 2" and "Army of Darkness", which Video Land suddenly sprouted in the "Horror" section (why is "Re-Animator" in "Cult Movies" and the "Evil Dead" movies aren't? I don't know why), a copy of "Becoming A Man", an apparently moving account of a young man struggling to come to terms with his sexual identity in the 1950s (I can justify this as research. Yay for a GLBT section in the college bookstore), and tonight a whole mushroom-and-tomato pizza for my own while watching Bruce Campbell slaughter the undead. If I get this paper done, that is. Which I will. Swear ta God.
I couldn't sell back my Music Appreciation text or CDs, which is a good thing, I think. I like those CDs. They have Philip Glass and Berlioz on the same disc, and I've developed a great affection for Philip Glass and his mathematically exact, minimalistic piano in the past few months. List of "music to illegally download." And Berlioz--well, dang, the Symphonie Fantastique is just great. Sadly, the only thing we've got of his on here is the fourth movement, and thus I'm missing four-fifths of the symphony. Also, Chopin. Chopin fucking rocks.
No love for Wagner, though. Everything we've listened to in class that he composed has been either annoying or cheesy. All blaring brass and crashing drums. No subtlety at all.
So tomorrow will be devoted to tearing my hair out over finals I don't want to take, gaming for what will possibly be the last time in 3 months, and packing. Dad is picking me up on Friday at noon, and I've been scrambling for cardboard boxes. I don't want to leave anything behind except for maybe some ramen and the silverfish colony that seems to have sprouted under my bed. Let Maintenence deal with the skittery little fuckers for once. I already killed three. THEIR GOOEY BUG BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS. Or rather, my socks, since I'm not going to touch a silverfish with my bare hands.
Right. It's 9:30 and I have given myself half an hour in which to write one page. Get to it, child...
Also, I may not be online for a while--I'm going to Dad's new house, and I've no idea what the Internet setup is there. So until we get everything figured out, I love you all.
I couldn't sell back my Music Appreciation text or CDs, which is a good thing, I think. I like those CDs. They have Philip Glass and Berlioz on the same disc, and I've developed a great affection for Philip Glass and his mathematically exact, minimalistic piano in the past few months. List of "music to illegally download." And Berlioz--well, dang, the Symphonie Fantastique is just great. Sadly, the only thing we've got of his on here is the fourth movement, and thus I'm missing four-fifths of the symphony. Also, Chopin. Chopin fucking rocks.
No love for Wagner, though. Everything we've listened to in class that he composed has been either annoying or cheesy. All blaring brass and crashing drums. No subtlety at all.
So tomorrow will be devoted to tearing my hair out over finals I don't want to take, gaming for what will possibly be the last time in 3 months, and packing. Dad is picking me up on Friday at noon, and I've been scrambling for cardboard boxes. I don't want to leave anything behind except for maybe some ramen and the silverfish colony that seems to have sprouted under my bed. Let Maintenence deal with the skittery little fuckers for once. I already killed three. THEIR GOOEY BUG BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS. Or rather, my socks, since I'm not going to touch a silverfish with my bare hands.
Right. It's 9:30 and I have given myself half an hour in which to write one page. Get to it, child...
Also, I may not be online for a while--I'm going to Dad's new house, and I've no idea what the Internet setup is there. So until we get everything figured out, I love you all.
