I think I may have decided on a major. What could it be, you ask? It’s Communications. Specifically, I now again want to be a journalist.
So why the blog post? Because I want to pretend I already am a journalist.
That’s all.
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Monday, February 23rd, 2009Musings
Monday, June 9th, 2008Today was my last day ever at South Kingstown High School.
And I’m decently numb to it.
Here’s my situation. I’m graduating, but not with flying colours. In fact, it is a nigh-surety that my admission from UMD will be rescinded. I’d love if it wasn’t, but some things just cannot be denied or stopped.
And honestly, I don’t care all that much.
As I sit here waiting to be disowned by my douchebag father, I’ve been pondering quite a few things lately. He doesn’t approve of my relationship firstly, and my current semi-employment status doesn’t help matters with him, and before he didn’t even think I was going to graduate. Now that I’m graduating, it’s still not good enough; he’s pissed that I “could have gotten into a good college.” Little does he know that I honestly won’t shed a single tear if I end up going to RIC. I really won’t. I put in my deposit there, and honestly, I have no reservations about sticking around in RI and staying at my mother’s. Hell, it might do me some good. Anyway, all this has lead me to think that his beef is still more with my relationship. Just today he called me “pussy-whipped.” Like he is one to talk on this front, eh? Go figure. Either way, after almost getting kicked out a few times, and still having to put up with his crap every time I see him (he can’t even say “hi” when he sees me without giving me a lecture…it really starts to get old, you know), I really need a change of scenery. Even if my mother doesn’t personally approve of what’s going on, at least she’s nice enough to respect my choices.
Yeah, I know that I might make matters worse for myself down the line, but oh well. Not everybody has to conform to the model of a perfect human in JCP’s fantasy world. There are so many different paths one can take, and not one of them is the “right” way.
Dan out.
Thoughts
Sunday, December 2nd, 2007The second post today, I know. Maybe I’m just doing this to procrastinate. That’s most likely.
But I had some things I felt the need to share with the world, most likely to possibly garner reassurance from people who are feeling the same way.
My concerns are multi-faceted. My first major concern is that of all the responsibility I now have on my shoulders, and all the work that has yet to be done, and the deadlines that I have (if I haven’t missed them). As you may know from an earlier post, I do, indeed, want to go into photojournalism. But for now, this is somewhat of an abstract goal. Where to start? Well, sure, I could go into journalism at just about any school, and emerge with some qualification. But the field itself is fairly hit-or-miss from my understanding. I sure hope I am wrong.
This lack of solid direction will likely prove to be my undoing. As deadlines come and go, and as the weeks creep up on me, and all I do is fuck around on my weekends, constantly procrastinating, I feel more and more detached from the situation when I should be shitting myself out of concern. And even when I do have plans and ambition, the slightest seed of doubt in my mind derails the whole thing and I’m back to square one. For example, I had the idea to possibly move down near Meghan for my first year or two, but now I don’t even know about this anymore, as she initially brought up the fact that it might not be a very prudent course of action. This single seed of doubt has almost ruined any drive I have left to do it. I still want to very much, but the unsurety mixes with my state of denial at how life is about to hit me like a freight train, and nothing happens. It’s a very sad state of affairs.
And after all this, I just want it to stop. I have 2 papers due for tomorrow, one of which I’ve written a paragraph. The other I haven’t started. This is just one example of how shit is all the time.
…Wow. That’s all.
Dan out again.
Local Eateries Update
Sunday, December 2nd, 2007First, the house is now wired for ethernet. Yay.
Second, Madonna and Child is, indeed, auditioning for the talent show. I finally bought some power strips, and we had our first practice in over a month today (with Chris on bass).
Third, go to Papa’s Bistro in the emporium. It’s fucking awesome.
Fourth, it’s snowing. Snow more.
Dan out.
Schedule
Friday, August 24th, 2007Normally I don’t mention that…place on here. But I figured I would. Here’s my schedule for this year.
Q1:
- A: 339 Alg. Topics A – Faella (don’t laugh, I slacked off last year…)
- B: 902 Gym (NOT PE) – Vellone (hahaha)
- C: 624 Computer Apps – Lloyd (waste of time…)
- D: 442 Physics IB – Ottilige (B due to no pre-calc, yay)
- E: 173 Literary Drama 12 – Josephson
- F: 220 AP Italian Lang/Cult IV – Magliari (not again!)
- G: 580 Honours Int’l Relations – Matteson
For quarter II, I have “SK104″ (whatever the fuck that is) with Cabral B period. For III, I have gym B period with Vellone, Creative Writing 12 with Meyer E period, and Symphonic Band with…who else, Mattera (C period). For IV, I have Health with Bush B period.
That’s all. Dan out.
rand()
Sunday, June 17th, 2007Well, uh, I probably should be doing something productive. 6 hours ago, I attempted to resign to the task of finishing my stupid-ass AP US History final project. Since then, I’ve done the following:
- Napped
- Procured iced coffee and ice cream
- Installed Debian on my system (I need a DAW with MIDI….which FreeBSD is currently lacking =[)
- Cleaned up my buddylist not once, but twice after signing on using pork on styx added a bunch (~80) of people I had long since removed
- Upgraded pidgin to 2.0.2
Notice how said project is nowhere in that list. C’est la vie…
In other news, well, I don’t know. I have three days of finals next week, and then I am released from prison for about two months, during which time I hope to find work cleaning up after fat slobs after they finish yet another satisfying meal. Again, c’est la vie.
That’s it. Dan out.
Moo.
Monday, April 2nd, 2007Today was an interesting day. The first order of business is about people who are so arrogant as to assume that my unwillingness to talk to them signifies a problem on my part. Hint: if I don’t want to talk to you, there is nothing “wrong” with me. It just means “shut the fuck up.”
The second order of business occurred in gym today. I was bowling a fairly sucky game, per usual, and decided to try a new technique. Except I didn’t execute it properly, and the ball ended up jumping lanes and getting stuck in the gutter halfway down. I was subsequently told to “up the maturity level [sic]” by the instructor (I refuse to call him a gym “teacher” for real teachers, well, teach) and that I was acting like an elementary schooler. Disregarding the fact that the incident was caused by a legitimate desire to improve my technique, my snickering when he said “I got balls jumping lanes over here” garnered an “it’s not funny. Do you want to be allowed to come back here?” In general, it was an amusing period.
Also of note is the increasing amount of “I don’t give a fuck” in my life. Chem grade went from a 98 to a 70 in a span of a week? I don’t give a fuck. Prom coming up? I don’t give a fuck. License delayed till June? I don’t give a fuck. Such is the essence of Dan.
Well, that about sums it up. I think. Dan out.
SKMUN.
Saturday, March 24th, 2007So today was the seventeenth annual SK Model UN conference. I represented Qatar on what used to be the UNSC, but was changed to the Iraq Special Political Committee.
Primarily allied with France, who sat next to me in the assembly room (state of being France aside), I drafted one resolution that was tabled because apparently it was too pragmatic. However, the other two proposed resolutions both failed (even as amended) and we accomplished nothing, just like last year. Our guest speakers this year (in the SPC room) were a professor from Salve Regina who supposedly represented the views of the Bush administration, and a Syrian man who represented the views of….himself. I agreed with a lot more of what the latter had to say than the former. Our keynote speaker during the opening ceremonies was a Darfur refugee who has lived here since 2005. He primarily provided testimony for the ICJ, which was trying, as expected, the Sudanese genocide case.
All in all, it was quite nice, especially when a friend of mine (representing Venezuela, no less) passed around a “resolution cup” which consisted of a coffee cup with a resolution to declare a jihad on the US and Isræl written on it. I signed it. We apparently got enough signatories, but when it came to the chair, he said “I have a cup here” and promptly threw it on the ground.
Yeah. That’s it. Dan out.