Once you have more than four hundred CDs sitting on the shelf staring at you on a daily basis, it becomes difficult almost to a point of abject hopelessness to locate your single mis-cased White Album disc 1.
by krisis
Personal
The alarm rang at 6:20 to give me a warning shot — two more hours of sleep, it was to announce, and i would hit the hour button twice and then fall asleep curled up at the foot of the bed. However, when i reached the foot of the bed i couldn’t even begin to recall what the order the buttons were in, and every time i though i had the “set alarm” button under my thumb i instead had the “sleep” button, which, as near as i can tell, just blares talk radio higher than the current volume setting for 60 seconds. I’m not sure what that has to do with sleep, but eventually i just yanked the plug out of the well and decided to go it alone. Sleep, that is.
Of course, i am far from alone, because October is our house’s official Pest Month. Subsequently, i was thoroughly (and with much alarm)awoken by the current pest troika. First, i was nudged towards consciousness by squirrels performing rodent ballet on my roof, which i guess is not nearly as bad as when the one fell through Lindsay’s ceiling, but that’s not my story to tell. Next, the tiny mouse that has taken up residence in the eaves of the roof ran out of it’s bolt hole that is, apparently, about three inches from the foot of the bed. Suffice to say, discovering that a rodent has set up a proverbial welcome mat within spitting distance sent me into quite a frenzy, and back up to the head of the bed. And, finally, the coup de grace came from the single indestructible fly that has taken control of my room since i arrived at home last week with two cans of RAID Home and Garden spray and emptied them into the air of my room (mmm, carcinogens). He circled my head three times (just long enough for me to be mildly aware of the buzzing, and then proceeded to dive bomb my ear repeatedly until i ran, screaming, from my bedroom to the bathroom.
To wash my ear, of course. And, so, here i am.
You have to understand, it isn’t that my room is dirty, or filled with pest-sized treats, it’s just that we live in West Philly, and when it starts to get cold outside all these little buggers want in, and as a renter there’s only so much i can do about the integrity of our battlements, so to speak. And, yes, we’ve tried traps and sprays and sticky pieces of paper — the whole nine yards, but for every one we kill there’s another one that wants in.
Anyway, at least i’m up.
I want an Uma Thurman action figure.
Also, next time i hear someone brag about how they used a computer to animate an “impossible-to-shoot fight sequence,” i will refer them to my Uma Thurman action figure.
I wonder if they come in lifesized models…
I used to read RiotHero a long time ago. He was the 16-year-old counter-revolutionary literarily-informed experimental-adolescent hot shit of the 2000 blogging scene. Something must have happened, though, because his site eventually disappeared off the face of the internet. Another on bites the dust, i thought, not caring to much beyond that. Well, surprise surprise, while surfing through some ancient CK this morning i inadvertently clicked on a RiotHero link only to find his website back, with him a meager two entries into his college experience. I am not sure how closely i’ll be following it, but i do have to say “Welcome Back, Mark!,” as he was one of the first high calibre bloggers i ever took pleasure in reading.
(If you’re looking for a more actively updated “transition to college” blog by a comparably interesting boy, you really ought to be reading Uprush hostee Tony’s Oregon Trail, which makes me wish i had kept a log during my freshman year.)
In other back from the dead news, note that Dave has brought Acerbia back with another nifty layout and snarky yet accessible blogging (start here for new content), as well as adding (well, not directly) the highly readable site of his other half, Pixel Diva to the mix. Officially my new favorite house of bloggers. But, lest my post end there, Dave actually moves within the oh-so-jealously-inducing group of Brit Bloggers, which apparently includes immediate members of Meg Pickard’s family. Meg is the blogger behind the site that inspired CK, Not So Soft, which i was dismayed to find had disappeared from the face of the internet. Thankfully, and in keeping with the theme of this post, it too has been reborn as Meish.
You know, once i get over this aimless lack of responsibility i’m not going to have any time to read all these good blogs.
I can’t remember the last time i had an entire week off. I cannot even fathom the last time it happened… before i started doing internships, and before i started working at the coffee shop, but sometime after high school ended. There is a three or four week window in there somewhere, and that is the last time i truly had a week off..
Last week my obligations, as if in cahoots with each other, all cancelled each other out. Between last Tuesday and this Monday i had a single class and worked for three hours, but for all intents and purposes i was off — with no responsibilities other than to myself. I hardly knew what to do with myself at the time, but i fell into a sort of rhythm: waking up a little late, doing something i had been meaning to do for months, playing guitar, running an errand, et cetera. Nothing of substance, just the things i would find the time to fit in if time were more hours in a day.
I know people who have worked every week of their adult life in order to support themselves. They impress me; even if i wanted to be i am not quite that independent. I also know a lot of people who have somehow managed to shirk all responsibilities altogether, and spend a lot of time achieving nothing. I’m not sure if they impress me, but i am amazed by them, because i do not know how not to achieve anything. Even with my dead week i still recorded three new songs, and read six books. Numbers. Events. Achievements.
Now that i am back to a normal week, i am suddenly unsure of how a “day” works, or what i am supposed to achieve within its restraints. My responsibilities are back, but i am unsure of what to do with them. Today i have actual classes and responsibilities looming, and i can’t even seem to set foot out of my room. And, if i were to escape it, i’m not sure what i’d even do afterwards.
Do i have a volunteer to go to Ethics for me while i work this all out?