You know, as much as i love getting cards from my mother, i’m honestly not too upset about having other plans for V-day. Not too upset at all…
by krisis
Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
You know, as much as i love getting cards from my mother, i’m honestly not too upset about having other plans for V-day. Not too upset at all…
by krisis
How, oh how, am i failing one of my Journalism classes? It’s my favourite class. It’s my major. And i’m failing… miserably.
What i comes down to is that i love writing. Love it. When it comes to doing articles for my Voice class i have no problem — i often exceed the required length and have to edit my way back down. But for my straight Journalism class i’ve got nothing, because it isn’t just writing. I have to research and delve and interview. While i want to have all of these skills, and surely can succeed in their implementation, i don’t have the time or interest right now. When am i supposed to find time to go out and do investigative journalism for a couple of hours? My sources aren’t exactly available at one in the morning, when i’m usually wasting my time blogging, and i don’t tend to just sit around twiddling my thumbs during the day.
I hate this feeling… of walking into class knowing that i owe work, owe time, and owe effort. And, i have until Friday to fix it before making my imminent failure (or at least a C) a reality. Oh boy…
by krisis
In a battle of will, what will win: My intense need for a bag of cookies and some ice cream, or my intense desire to not walk the two blocks to the convenience store and back in below freezing weather after midnight?
by krisis
I haven’t done a Trio for quite a while, and apparently there was a reason … the one i did tonight sucks. Well, actually, it doesn’t suck, but it does show how out of practice i am and how my newly loosened vocal chords have a hard time fitting within the bounds i’ve set for them. Opening tune “You Have No Proof I Said I Love You” is the one i was working on with Andy a two weeks ago. Second is Lisa Loeb’s “Stay,” which i used to play all of the time when i bought my first guitar. And, well, if you make it past the second appearance of “Excuse,” just take what you hear with a grain of salt :p … it was practically improv.
Meanwhile, while here i’m in my room sounding like a steaming pile of sonic crap, boys only 6 months older than me are starring in my new favourite movie. Damned wasted time…
by krisis
Monday morning, 11am, and i am back to my simpler life. Howling wind rattling my window and sliding over the eaves of the house as i defend myself against it with another layer. It is just a day that awaits me, ending like any other day should end. I just don’t want to begin it, is the problem…