Summer's Last Hurrah!

It was a really sudden final blast of summer, apparently, a few days ago. Yesterday was absolutely perfect. Today too.  There's something I love so much about waking up and feeling chilly - not cold from the air-conditioning, that's a different feeling. Chilly, and needing to wrap yourself in your quilt, and you can almost smell the dry leaves and warm dinners coming up. It's time to wear sweaters and slippers around the house.

I love this weather.

 

I printed out some applications for colleges. I'm going to apply to City Colleges and the University of Maine at Farmington. I expect to get accepted to CSI, maybe the second one I chose. Not Hunter or Farmington. But I'm working on the amdissions essay for Farmington now, and if I don't get accepted, no big deal. I'll apply again for fall 2008. I'll keep applying until I get in.

 

The truth is that I love New York City. I really do. I feel it in my blood, I hear it in my voice. I know the sidewalk dance we all do, twirling and passing each other.

But I did was up one day a year ago and said to myself that I wanted to live in Maine.

That feeling has never left. I do want to move there. At least for a little while. I want to experience a small town way of living. Where things aren't so hectic, and the air is clean, and the trees are full and bright and green and are actual forests that go on forever, not city mandated plots of land with trees that are dying and sickly.

Warm springs, hot summers, cool autumns, and cold winters.

I want real snow.

I want to be somewhere different.

 

So, I do need to finish school - so why not go to Maine for school. I searched for universities in Maine, and found Farmington - it has both a creative writing and theater program. No other UoM schools seemed to offer both of those courses.

And I'll figure out how to pay for it. Somehow. The thought of possibly moving far away, where I can't visit my family and friends everyday if I really wanted to, frightens me. It does. But it's time to shake things up. Wake up my life. Do something different, expand my horizons, and give a big finger to routine.

 

Yes, it's a scary notion. It's a notion I have time to get excited about. It's a thing I have to do. I can't just not do something because I'm afraid or unsure.

 

 

Also, I'm wearing my slippers, and that makes me happy. 

Varying Degrees of Awesome

Sometimes things suck - but then small things happen - I see something online, and I'm cheered up. I watch watching Sweeney Todd and a dog was barking in the background to the beat of the Ballad of Sweeney Todd. The I was looking for some Sweeney Todd videos on YouTube and came across these:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=yKA1xmew05I

and

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ujdlUNM_QqI

 

Working on a college admissions essay for the University of Maine at Farmingdale.

I REMEMBERED!

If I became the famous author I wish to be (like... Neil Gaiman famous about 5 years ago... known by a devoted crowd of people in a niche genre. I'm ok with that) and I travel around, I'm going to make sure my arrangements are efficient. If I start out in California, then I'll work my way east. Because I'd hate to do Cali one day, London the next, then go back west to Minnesota. I don't like planes. I like the places they take me. I hate planes. Maybe I'd feel differently in first class... I guess we'll see.

Sometimes I don't care about the money...

...actually, most of the times. If, as a nation, there was ever a Red Scare again, I'm certain my name would be brought up as a socialist or communist, and I'd be totally blacklisted... which is fine, since, as a socialite, I'm a failure, and the type of fame I hope to gain would involve people who used their minds and made their own decisions and didn't listen to the government regarding who they should and should not like.

So, I'm a survey rep, and I have to call people and ask them to take a survey. It's a shitty job, somewhere above telemarketer and below waitress. There's a political survey we have to do. I, however, don't want to do it anymore. It's all I can do to not shout at these Republicans I'm forced to listen to tell me that the most important problem facing America today is making anti-abortion legislation and deporting all the illegal immigrants... and drugs. Seriously. I'm not kidding. The War in Iraq? Education? Health Care? Poverty? The Environment? Nothing. Instead, they all like to go off about the illegal immigrants ruining the moral fabric of America, and blasting Mike Johannes for proposing amnesty for the illegals.

If I have to do that survey again, I will tell them to take me off it, because I really do have a hard time keeping my mouth shut, and it will get me into trouble. I mean, I'm a member of MoveOn.org and take part in all their letter writing campaigns (had I the money or the time, I'd donate to them and join their vigils, but I don't.. but I intend to). I have a Save Darfur sticker on my kitchen window. I cannot keep my mouth shut about politics, and am so not a republican that it isn't funny.  I don't say things here, but the amount of criticism I have for George W Bush (I'm not too keen, as an American, to have a President who "hears God", or someone who can't fucking use the English language correctly, or say monosyllabic words properly, never mind those huge words with two syllables)

So how can I continually conduct an unbiased interview, with a Republican, who says that George W Bush is "One of the best" presidents we've ever had!? Do they not notice we're waging a real war in a place where we're making no headway, that has nothing to do with the reason we're in the mid-east, and while we're waging actual war, we're waging a PR war, and failing miserably at trying to show the world that we're not really assholes? Our credibility as a nation has fallen sooooooo low that if an American goes overseas, one of us is suddenly responsible for the whole country. Seriously, we're asked to explain America's actions. And that was 3 years ago. I hate to know how much lower we've sunk... now what if we really do need to go to a legitimate war? How are we going to gain any support for that? All thanks to your George W.

 

...I'm hoping my refusal to do any political surveys will make them fire me. I will also refuse to do any surveys regarding medical insurance. I hate insurance companies, and don't want to help them either.

 

I'd rather not have the money thanks.

 

 

I was actually going to post something else here, but I can't remember what.... oh well. Going to Legends tongiht foto get our drink on, and karaoke. Should be massive fun.

Being a Bit Dada

I was mulling it over in the tub before, and I realized that the internet is a very Dada thing. It's really interesting how some websites and blogs that owners can put years of their blood, sweat, and tears into can suddenly one day, just vanish off the face of the web. I was imagining my future children, and what if the man I marry's last name is Web. One of my favorite names for a girl is Penelope, and my favorite livejournal account  I ever had was PenelopeWeb. Would she, one day, search whatever the current version of the internet is and find it, just by accident, looking for her name, or would it be gone? Would Livejournal even exist at that point, and what will the internet be in 15 years? 15 years ago I was 7 and the internet wasn't this huge imaginary ever wideneing place, that somehow seems to get smaller and smaller each day. The internet was Prodigy, and the mixed up make your own stories game.

I don't even think that exists now.

So in 15 years will we even have computers? What will they be like? And will Livejournal exist? Will Penelopeweb exist, and g33ksquared? Will PenelopeWeb stand strong as a chronicle of my early 20s? Or will it fade away into nothingness, forever making my past a matter of interpretation?

 

When will this all happen anyway? Gradually, I figure... but when will we start to notice the Red vs Blues, milkandcoookies, weebl-stuffs, et al., disappearing from the face of the internet?

And does that then make all that hard work and effort put into these projects that entertain people worldwide the creators may never know a Dadaist statement?

 

Fucking Dada.