The cusp of Autumn is a far better time for first days and weeks of school. I can commit to things in the Fall. I can make myself believe that I believe in things and tasks and undertakings in light-jacket weather. Nevertheless, here I am in the dead of winter sitting in my first picture editing class of this term. I wouldn’t mind being an editor one day; getting paid to make stories; kicking it with Walter Murch, spreading the joy of FCP all over the world, negating AVID and all of its vices. Can you believe that I actually considered skipping class today? I suppose it’s a consideration I make everyday. My life as a student is a mediocre one at best. Learning is my passion; discussion is my life nectar (as is Diet Coke). I thrive in deep debate, and love to overuse jargon and postmodern dialect. I do not, however, enjoy these technical classes where no one cares what I think, nor is it relevant. Click here. Move this there. This is how you do this. Downcovert this to that, and export this thing over there, and plug that here. It’s just so banal and boring and painfully straightforward. College… is just so straightforward. I could have saved a couple grand and just bought the book. Today is a day of whine, and frankly, I’m going to bask in it. I wear a halo of gripe. All hail Saint Snivel.
Archive for January, 2006
The holidays have faded back into regular days in a quietly overlooked denial of silent nights and peace on earth. As quickly as it came, it went. And now we’re all a little bit heavier, a little bit warmer, and capable of lasting the rest of the winter. Instead of looking forward to Christmas, we’ll look forward to the Spring… and I like that. January seems to be a month of denial, and I’ll be glad when it is over. It’s the Monday of the year. It’s the month I always remember least, and I’m quite alright with that simply because it is a month of denial. We deny the experience of Christmas; and we deny that winter will last much longer. I suppose there’s no way around it. Forward, march.
As for me, I am now a 23 year old girl with long hair and wonderful friends. It was a birthday to be remembered. 23 on the 23rd. I will remember it, always.And a wonderful birthday was followed by an even more wonderful haze of Christmas and New Years. And there’s an update from this out of date so and so.
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