Tuesday, May 20, 2008

possible job offer for james in charlotte, checking it out at 4:30,
worried my car has been towed or given a silly seven dollar ticket for no reason
applied at blockbuster
fear of wedding that is silly
need to write that screenplay
had an excellent birthday.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

New Orlean's Gumbo

So apparently the way to go is Dooky Chase, but since it is still "temporarily closed" from Katrina, the second best is Casamento's.

I need to remind myself of this. Yup.

I really should write that 350 word essay..but it's silly and I might need to know where the best gumbo is someday in my life.

This kinda caught my eye...

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=Columbia+College+Chicago+good+school%3F&btnG=Search
http://collegesearch.collegeboard.com/search/CollegeDetail.jsp?collegeId=2941&profileId=0
http://www.colum.edu/Academics/Marketing_Communication/Marketing_Communication_Core.php

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Slacking.

So I decided to not write this essay about Cold Mountain for my english class. It was due Thursday, April 24 and I kept pushing it off. I realized that I was not coming back and that the grade did not matter to me, I had learned what I came there for and did not need to write a paper just to get a C+ on it. So I did not write it. Day of final exam I step in to take it and my professor (Day was yesterday) and he says "I never got your paper, e-mail must've not worked out, go print it out for me" I went to the library and came back realizing that I cannot pull off the whole "Meh, I'm intelligent I don't need to prove it in this bullshit class" and accept a zero. I have never failed anything before, and I left the library. Called up James saying that I'm not doing it and I am cool and breaking down. He gets frustrated and angry with me and tells me to stop lying to myself. I work it out with my professor and he says well, it will be a shitty grade, but that's better than a zero so just turn it in by tomorrow morning 9 or 10ish. So I wrote most of all of it this morning in the computer lab that opened at 7:30 (8-10 page paper, I turned in 7 pages) and turned it in to him, only I am slightly worried because he wasn't there, he said slip it under his door, but I have that terrible feeling I was too late and he left already and just gave me a zero. Which is cool right? I mean, well fuck it's a little late now to worry so I'm not, but how can people pull it off? I mean just not giving a damn about what grade a professor gives you cause it's his damn opinion and he's entitled to it, but that's it. It's just his opinion, oh and the final was waay too fucking easy. The beginning of AP english easy. have another final today, producing class. I really liked my professor who reminded me of a gnome who is frightened easily. She's pretty awesome. I like my first note about her class "This woman is a wreck, and that kid is retarded." hit it on the spot too, anyway.


In other news, I'm poor. with a recipe on how to make pasta! Homemade cheese ravioli here I come!

Being in Myrtle Beach Tuesday night was not as bad as I thought it was, Brittany's mother didn't go berserk and grab a gun when she got the affadavit saying her daughter (Brit's sis, Courtney, now 12) is moving to Florida with her father because her mother is a terrible cocaine addict. It mainly wasn't bad because Brit chickenshitted out and was not there when her mother was handed the paperwork and talked to her about it. Instead, Courtney and her were hiding at Colin's house. They went to the airport to say goodbye to Court. And we met up with Brit and Colin at Denny's. Brittany is moving out to California, and I am going to miss her like crazy. I am staying in bumfuck Columbia till February to make more money and be able to move where I please. I think I am okay with this. I think I am going to be reading a lot more and making more money. possibly video games. Maybe I will cook a lot more.

Still have not told 'rents I am not going to school no more. Do not know when to tell, a little afraid to, but I do not think they care anymore (mother doesn't at least, dad will be broken again). Maybe I will tell them I am taking a "year" break.

Bleh.

Think I'm going to start meditating again.