I have just been doing a bunch of work all of the time
and when I should be sleeping, I just think "Man you know what would be fun? Dicking around with some people I know."
Sleep is for the weak.
I can sleep when I'm dead.
In other news, I think this video is absolutely hilarious.
I also really want an Alaskan Klee Kai.
Maybe his name will be Keanu.
Definitely he will wear a bandana
Probably he will wear some sweet sunglasses.
Is that the sleep deprivation talking? Most likely.
Finally, a song. I almost forgot how much I loved Eric Clapton, until my history of rock and roll class made me remember.
Ughhhyessssss like nobody listens to that bass but seriously listen to it. And this is actually Clapton fucking up. His solo is on the wrong beat. Still...
So good.
GOOD LORD it is gorgeous out today. I woke up at my usual early hour (is seven even early? seems fairly late to me, but I also might be crazy) and IT WAS ALREADY 55 DEGREES OUTSIDE. I love winter and all, don't get me wrong, but there's a certain place in my heart for ideal hoodie weather, too, and despite the insane amount of wind whipping around out there, today's weather was/is that kind of weather.
My iPod shuffled to this song as I made my way to Spanish:
and it just seemed perfect.
The weather also reminded me that Spring Break is almost upon us. Anyone got any plans? Coming home, maybe? I know we all have different breaks, so when are yours? Mine is like the week of March 20th or something.
Well, it's been awhile since I posted, which is funny since I was the one that kicked the blog in the teeth. But such is life and life had been rather insane as of late.
For example, Friday night was a night of really poor decision making and to a certain extent some fun. I won't get into the details too much. However, my night involved trying to get my sobbing friend off the floor, trying to deal with Ivy being an attention-seeking bitch, staying up until 6AM, getting puked on, sleeping on an empty mattress in my clothes from the night before, getting three hours of sleep, and walking across campus and meeting every person I didn't want to see. I mean the parts I just listed weren't fun, but the events leading up to it weren't bad. Consequences and some such nonsense I suppose.
I don't really know what's happening anymore.
For the most part, I am just tired and the future is freaking me out.
I miss you guys and I hope all is well for you guys.
When I first started my web design class, I was a little nervous about the color system. Colors, as some of you may know, are represented as hexadecimal numbers and oh my goodness there are a lot of them (16,777,216 according to my text book, and only SIXTEEN OF THEM are allowed to be called their own names). And of course, I want nothing to do with the named sixteen, because frankly they are all garish and horrible. Which means as I'm sitting here writing this post, I am also deliberating over the best shades of the colors I want to use for my first web project, due on Tuesday.
But despite my freakout over the colors, I must say that I am deeply in love with this class. If I ever doubted myself when I chose to be a Writing and Publishing major instead of just a lit major, this class is more than enough to convince me that I made a good decision. The combined degree lets me write and study lit theory as I would as a lit major (minus the need to take standard lit classes, like American Lit, Brit Lit, etc, though I am taking the former for fun this semester) and also lets me study media law, editing, layout design, and coding for web design. That's a win-win right there, especially since the world seems a bit eager to get ahold of young ladies and gents who know the languages needed for coding.
I'm also going to look into going beyond what my current class can teach me (we're learning XHTML at the moment, and we'll cover CSS and I want to say some Java), but I also want to learn HTML5 and Ajax. Learning how to write things like apps for the mobile technologies would be nice, too :D
Hopefully, if everything works out, I can make money doing web design things in order to support my career as a fledgling author. And if the author thing doesn't work out, I'll still have a good job regardless.
As it is, I need to start taking a closer look at grad schools, too. I mentioned to my mother that I wanted to take a year off to dedicate to working to put a dent in my student loans before I pile on more money I owe the banks, and she about had a heart attack. So the year off thing seems unlikely, or I'll never hear the end of it. I'm hoping to find a program that will allow me to take a certain number of credit hours for a set price per semester that will allow me to work practically full time as well without me wanting to shoot myself in the foot. One school in Maryland seems to fit the bill in this respect, but I want to do more research before I decide to go for it. The program in question is dedicated solely to creative writing, which isn't an issue, but I'm hoping to find something similar to what I have now that also allows me to branch out into web design more.
I am a little bummed out that I can't travel abroad like all you other lucky folks. Changing my major halfway through sophomore year like I did means I can't take a semester off to do it, and my school's fees shoot up pretty insanely in the summer, so that's out. Blargh. That's alright. Once I get settled in Maryland and pay off a good chunk of my other debts, I can start saving to go to Ireland or England or something. In the meantime, the rest of you must take ALL THE PICTURES EVER.
That reminds me--I've only got my senior year left and then I'm heading to the East Coast. That's one more year with all of you--let's make it count, eh?
Music:
I've known this song for a while now, but I ran into it the other day and remembered that while sometimes I don't like it, other times I do. Just gotta be in the mood for it, I guess:
I've also been on a bit of a Borderlands kick, and to appreciate the next song I feel the first game's trailer should be watched:
Here's the song in full (I just really like the beat, haha):
Which is what is written on a shirt I just bought for, like, 5 bucks. There is a ship on it because of course there is. It's weirdly shaped because practically all of the shirts I buy are weirdly shaped, so I don't know what I'm going to wear with it just yet, but I have a feeling I'll find a nautical-looking jacket or an eye patch and my problem will be solved.
I don't even know what to say about my life and what it is doing at the moment. There are all these THINGS I'm gonna have to deal with soon. You know, big important questions to be answered, decisions to be made, and responsibilities to be fulfilled. I mean, they don't have to be dealt with absolutely immediately, right this second, but I can feel them approaching. Their shadows loom large across the horizon of my life and I've gotta say, I don't like them there and I'm definitely not looking forward to having to deal with them.
"Shouldn't you be looking at graduate programs, Morgan?" they ask. "How much money are you willing to owe to go abroad, Morgan?" they persist."What are your professional plans for the fuuuuture, Morgan?" they wonder. "I mean," they continue, "What are you even going to do with your life?"
My bluntly honest answers at the present time are, respectively, probably yes, I don't know, ummmm..., and oh God I have no idea anymore. But you can't say that, so lately I've taken to glaring at them and retorting, "Fuck you, I've won a BAFTA." A pause usually follows. "No, you have no-," they begin. "Wait. Are you on the internet again?"
Yes. Yes I am. Or reading Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta which is a book you should all read. All of you.
Life is pretty alright otherwise, though. On the one hand school is more intense than I expected, but on the other I got to handle a 12th century French manuscript of Lancelot Du Lac. Parchment is really weird - it's almost greasy and after you've touched it your hands smell a bit like it, which should be faintly disgusting since it's 700 year old cow/goat skin that's been treated with God only knows what, but it isn't. So that class is awesome and my gender studies class is full of wonderful people. French class is... French class.
College friends are nice and all, but I miss you guys like crazy. Until today the weather has been all balmy and mid-March-like, so my internal calendar has been all, "Oh, hey! The weather's getting nice, which means school's gonna finish up and you'll be able to hang out with those lovely people again." No, actually, it is still only early February. You are horribly misinformed, internal calendar.
I am rambling a bit now, I believe. Apologies for throwing my jumbled feelings at you. Now I'll throw some musics at you instead.
I found this one on Monday and just now watched the video. I don't know how I feel about the video, but I adore the song.
I feel as though that gif perfectly represents this blog atm, with Rachel's post being the guy on the left and the rest of us on the right. A++. Keep the stories and music coming.
This number here is a long-time favorite of mine. Broken Bells is a superb band that includes Danger Mouse (who produced the Demon Days album for the Gorillaz) and the singer from The Shins. Ugh. I love everything about both this song and the video. I've probably shoved it at a few of you before. GIVE IT ANOTHER LISTEN.
What can I say? I haven't been up to too much. Turns out my History of Rock and Roll class is also kind of like a seminar, so it's got a hefty bit of reading to go along with it. I'm just glad I'm in there with like five friends.
Also did I tell you about my awful business law professor? Mega-douche. We have quizzes on every chapter that are fill-in-the-blank (heaven forbid!) on words that are like... in the captions of pictures. And he said 'oh dudes don't worry the cases will only be on tests.' Guess what was on the first quiz? If you guessed cases you'd be correct. Ughhhh so mad.
IN OTHER (better?) NEWS:
CMP Tactical Laser Tag (http://www.cmpmilwaukee.com/). Went there with some friends. Got assigned to a six year old's birthday party team. Played against high-school bros-in-training. Was slaughtered. Was amazing. Anyone in the Chicago-land area should consider coming up here for a weekend visit and bring some monies for this shit right here. The guns are like, custom made. With scopes and shit. You have to shoulder them. It is ridiculous.
Also had a friend question aspects of my lifestyle. Was able to reason with myself and others adequately. Am happier than ever with life decisions.
Though still worried about the non-college future.
Popping in to say, Hello My Lovelies and I'm Still Alive I Swear. I'll write something with proper paragraphs and stories (or weird tidbits pretending to be stories) and such sometime later this week. But for now, as per Missy's suggestion take these musical things.
I haven't listened to any of her other stuff despite finding her a while a go... but I like this song. And her eye make up. Warning, she's very British voice-wise.
Also, take this. I love it so much I can 't even express it, except to show you my ipod which will complain to anyone who will listen that I've had it on repeat all week. It's totally worth the electronics abuse imo. Now I'm gonna go and try to sleep. I love you all.
So it seems people aren't all that interested in sharing stories, so perhaps we can share music instead for a while? We all have lulls, but music is a constant! I am dying for new things to hear, and most of you have different enough tastes in music from me that you're bound to have something I might find intriguing.
NOTE: I just realized Mouse posted. For some reason my email failed to tell me this. But still. MUSIC PLZ.
My song for you today is one I've been listening to like crazy the past few weeks. It's not new, but I've been in an oddly western/sci fi mood lately and for some reason this song fits that mood.
Note: Coheed and Cambria is not for everyone. Regardless, I like this and the Year of the Black Rainbow albums a lot, and I've been looking around on good deals for the other ones, too, because each installment is part of a bigger story. Quite a few of the songs can stand alone regardless, but if it's not making sense, it's because it's just a fraction of something bigger.
These last few weeks have been strange for me. I caught quite a bit of the sadness, the despair, the feelings. I've been feeling incredibly lost and dissatisfied with myself as a person. I'm trying to change, to be more reliable. It's difficult. Being unreliable is easy.
I had a bit of an epiphany though. I'm finally going to get off my bum and strive to achieve idle goals that I had set almost two years ago. I'm going to get a job in the massage field, save up enough money to take continuing education courses in spa techniques, and see if I can't get a job on a cruise ship for a year. This is a projected goal, but I hope I can be fully trained before year's end. Then I'll be working my ass off in the Caribbean or somewhere similarly hot. Wish me luck! Miss you all.
Oh and for my song, I have this little number that continues to make me weep like a little bitch for reasons that I don't fully understand. Don't judge.
