More fun than a pipe and a glass of scotch

you find all hands against his own

2004-10-19 | 8:58 p.m.

Where to begin... the last several days have been interesting, indeed.
As a quick gloss-over, let us begin with last week. Decent, at best, though taxing. Friday was a slightly depressing, yet fulfilling day, as there is no greater fun than gaming after some much-needed Andrew Heywood time. Saturday... a refreshingly lazy morning and then a traumatizing period of time with curry chicken being the only upside. Sunday was, again, cheerful laziness. Monday, a great deal of work packed into a short amount of time, resulting in a day full of BS that turned out quite fruitful. Today, of course, was nothing short of painful; at least until about noon. Digital Imaging, my only non-AP full-block class, happens to be the one causing me the most trouble. Funny how that is. AP Physics is difficult all around, but rewarding on the whole. Stage crew, of course, is nice other than insults from people who are in no place to be throwing them around; but I will not dwell on this too much.
So between Heywood on Friday and Rousseau today, I am being overwhelmed by a rush of nostalgia. There's something about philosophical discussion that is... all right, let me rephrase that sentence. "My philosophical discussion yesterday was better than anything I could get out of Northside." This is not an insult to any of you that I deem intellectual (a fair deal of you; you must be at least slightly intelligent and patient if you have the time to pick apart my twisted syntax and muddled sentences); rather, a lamentation of the departure of those intellectuals from the past whom I viewed as role models. In essence, everybody, I WISH I HAD THAT KIND OF SOUL IN ME and not this altogether uncharismatic jumble of facades I have built up. It is at this point I must cease my ramblings on the subject as they will essentially lead to what can easily be construed as pitywhoring. Let this conclusion suffice: the senior class this year is boring. Dead boring.
Moving on, I find my enthusiasm for finding new music is dangerously close to an obsession, and it is at this point I must make the distinction between myself and a hipster. 1. I have no idea what the hell trends are going on, mostly due to ignorance. 2. I do not hate a band once it is known; I only seek to appropriate and synthesize more and more good music, ending with a massive collection of joy.
As I lost focus a great deal of time ago, I will cease my ramblings.

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	you find all hands against his own 2004-10-19 \| 8:58 p.m. Where to begin... the last several days have been interesting, indeed. As a quick gloss-over, let us begin with last week. Decent, at best, though taxing. Friday was a slightly depressing, yet fulfilling day, as there is no greater fun than gaming after some much-needed Andrew Heywood time. Saturday... a refreshingly lazy morning and then a traumatizing period of time with curry chicken being the only upside. Sunday was, again, cheerful laziness. Monday, a great deal of work packed into a short amount of time, resulting in a day full of BS that turned out quite fruitful. Today, of course, was nothing short of painful; at least until about noon. Digital Imaging, my only non-AP full-block class, happens to be the one causing me the most trouble. Funny how that is. AP Physics is difficult all around, but rewarding on the whole. Stage crew, of course, is nice other than insults from people who are in no place to be throwing them around; but I will not dwell on this too much. So between Heywood on Friday and Rousseau today, I am being overwhelmed by a rush of nostalgia. There's something about philosophical discussion that is... all right, let me rephrase that sentence. "My philosophical discussion yesterday was better than anything I could get out of Northside." This is not an insult to any of you that I deem intellectual (a fair deal of you; you must be at least slightly intelligent and patient if you have the time to pick apart my twisted syntax and muddled sentences); rather, a lamentation of the departure of those intellectuals from the past whom I viewed as role models. In essence, everybody, I WISH I HAD THAT KIND OF SOUL IN ME and not this altogether uncharismatic jumble of facades I have built up. It is at this point I must cease my ramblings on the subject as they will essentially lead to what can easily be construed as pitywhoring. Let this conclusion suffice: the senior class this year is boring. Dead boring. Moving on, I find my enthusiasm for finding new music is dangerously close to an obsession, and it is at this point I must make the distinction between myself and a hipster. 1. I have no idea what the hell trends are going on, mostly due to ignorance. 2. I do not hate a band once it is known; I only seek to appropriate and synthesize more and more good music, ending with a massive collection of joy. As I lost focus a great deal of time ago, I will cease my ramblings. Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines