Cinema. Losers. Satellites. iPod. Caffiene. Mandriva. Sleep.

Ennui — A. @ 12:27 am

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Some random person just called my cell and said that Kevin owed the random person all this money. I think it’s just Kevin playing a trick on me. And even if he does owe the guy money, giving the guy my number is also playing a trick on me. So that’s really nothing to report.

This essay for Cinema is going to be ridiculously easy. Shooting fish in a barrel comes close… shooting dead fish in a barrel comes even closer. He kept pontificating on his views of the film so much so that you would have to be a complete and utter idiot to not grasp what he wanted written. I can definitely regurgitate his jejune ideas about the film over the span of a few pages.

I’m absolutely determined to get straight As this semester. These classes don’t really count for my degree, so I need to work at them as hard as I can to bring my GPA up. I find that it’s difficult to motivate myself when I think of the class as a place where I’m learning something. I only learn more in class than I do from reading the textbook in one of my classes (Bio with Dr. Mize). So instead of viewing the classes where I learn nothing from the “lectures” as failures, I prefer to think of them as a personal crusade to prove that I’m smarter than the teacher. In two of my three classes, that seems to be the case. It’s a wonderful strategy that binds together two of my deepest personality traits: competitiveness and egotism. What a delicious alchemy!

Samantha, Steve and Tawna were lurking around the student lounge while I was in my class (Steve is in the film class with me). I found it very amusing. They are going to be in Crescent City forever. Well, I’m not doing so hot in the leaving department either, but at least I have passed 90% of my requirements instead of failing English 1A four times in a row, subsidized by the generous taxpayers of California. I swear, some people get all the breaks. I also found it amusing that I got a higher grade than Steve on the extra credit even though he’s deep in the whole Tom Waldrat-worshipping inner circle. I just wanted to do a victory dance and tell him that the hair looks ridiculous.

There were some cool technical problems to solve today at work. Our satellite uplink system went down and I got to spend probably 40 minutes total on the phone with a tech. I love how I’m the only person in the office who can communicate adequately with tech support. It’s all about attitude… if people think you know you’re doing, then you do. For me, if it has a PCB and silicon in it, I know all about it already. One of the circuit boards in our receiving system blew out. It was kind of a disappointing answer, but at least now I know what all those boxes do and what all the status LEDs mean. That was my big excitement of the day.

Today was watching Rocketboom on my iPod today in class while the teacher was going over how to use IMDB. If he said anything about me not paying attention, I would have just said “Honey, I have known about IMDB since before you were a charlatan. Oh wait…” *snap snap* I don’t know why in all of my teacher backtalk fantasies I always turn into a streetwise black girl. Hmm. Is that my alter ego? Lol. Freud would be pleased. Anyway, this woman was looking at me watching the screen (which she couldn’t see) and attempting to be clandestine about it. She was obviously wondering what I was giggling at. And I wasn’t going to tell her. “Honey, you need two iPods: one to cover the right side of your face, and one to cover the left.” *snap snap* Lol.

I’ve had way too much caffeine and not enough food. And I need to stop answering my cell phone. Royce called me yesterday, but he quickly ended the conversation once I started talking about that movie Battle Royale. I wonder what he thinks of me. And I still don’t understand why I still have such a crush on him. I think it’s because he’s mysterious and taciturn. Mysterious guys totally turn me on. Brian had no mysteries. *yawn*

And it’s 12:09 a.m. yet again. I’m installing that version of Linux (Mandriva) that Will recommended to me on a virtual computer using that VMware software. The installer is really slick, maybe I will finally ditch the proprietary evil that is Windows. I doubt it though. I wouldn’t have my wonderful voice recognition then. Anyway, I should probably get to sleep. I have to write two essays tomorrow, and the auction for my computer ends as well. Wait…I get paid tomorrow too! Sweet!

3 Comments

  1. You are way too funny on caffeine. Go, Darius! Get those straight A’s, and I do so want to hear more about sucky cinema. I suppose Walradt is storing his equipment in our Drift office again.

    The Butte College newspaper just came out for the FIRST time this year, and it sucked. Our paper wrote rings around it. Sigh.

    Comment by Molly — February 28, 2006 @ 3:44 pm
  2. Oh darling, I miss you and your adorable quips.
    Let us run away together…
    I miss you.

    Comment by manda — February 28, 2006 @ 9:58 pm
  3. very interesting someone calling you saying i owed them money, if not funny….hmm…cant decide, well just because i dont give a damn about you anymore doesn’t mean i dont read your blog, your a good writer, its like watching this actor for years and really wanting to mesh minds with him and find out the real person off screen, and then in meeting them you find out there a total ass and would rather get your teeth pulled then spend another waking moment with them….well, i love the fake you, the spellchecked proof read censord for the kids version of you….the real you…….ehhh….not so cool…..so, i will continue to appreciate your art and writings and not…..and as far as giving a damn about playing ticks on you…..phaw! i wish i could only be so petty….

    Comment by Kevin — March 2, 2006 @ 12:23 am

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