The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

I know I haven’t written in forever, but I was really busy last week. I was writing like mad, with a four page essay due in my critical writing class and this other two-page assignment for my methods of literary analysis class.

I had class all Wednesday long, but I managed to get through it all and get on the bus to see Four Tet at Le Poisson Rouge (with Matt, of course).

The next night we went to see Chris Garneau (this band Matt adores) at City Winery, then headed over to Mondo. I’m sad to say that whatever DJ was being amazing during the summer, they have gone on vacation. There was a lot of weird stuff that I couldn’t even identify, although they did play the Smiths and Le Tigre.

The next day I went to meet up with Marvin in the city and we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and took some pictures in DUMBO.

(from here on, all these photos were all taken with my brand-new Nexus One‘s 5-megapixel camera)

(I adore the High Street/Brooklyn Bridge station, the tunnel is deliciously curved and looks like you are going to take off into space.)

Marvin couldn’t stay late because he had to get back to the university (last bus is at 11:30), so I went with him back to the Port Authority. After that, I headed to Brooklyn to meet up with Matt to see The Golden Filter. It was a fabulous show, although I forgot to bring my good camera. We did end up in some of the crowd shots:

The Golden Filter chick moves around like crazy, but I did manage to get one good shot of her:

Here’s the link to the actual professional photos.

I should be sleeping right now, but I’ve said that for years. I’ll sacrifice an hour of sleep for journaling—I always have. It’s odd to use the word “blogging,” since that really refers to something else these days, the realm of Gizmodo, Engadget, BrooklynVegan, and Boing Boing.

Writing for yourself is a subversive act.

I encourage everyone to do it.

I have to admit, I didn’t keep my promise to myself to finish writing my story. I’ve barely done any work, save for reading a ton in House of Mirth for my lit class. We are supposed to write an essay about how the main character is treated as a product.

In other news, I think my critical writing essay was a tour de force. I will find out tomorrow afternoon whether my professor agrees. I also think I did fantastically on the Grammar & Style test on Wednesday.

I also did that presentation on Jean Baudrillard (wow, this is the first time my voice recognition program spelled his name correctly) and I think it went perfectly. I was quite nervous and I really should have made some kind of outline of what I was going to talk about, but I had no idea how to sum up his theories so I just got up there with no notes and talked about his work for about 15 minutes. My professor looked like she was going to fall off the chair and then gave a little mini-lecture on philosophers even more obstructionist than their writing than Baudrillard.

Ok, soI really didn’t want to go back to the dorms today and give up my gigantic monitor and my lovely workstation, so I’m leaving ridiculously early in the morning. My alarm is set for—are you ready?—SEVEN ANTE MERIDIEN, BETCHES.

My whole goal for this weekend was to get new glasses and write a story, and I have to say I failed on both counts (but had an absolutely amazing and fun weekend). Eh, you win some, you lose some. Next week will be better.

Next summer

Next year

Until some undisclosed time when I’m going to have to “get my groove back.”

I want to graduate. Immediately. Also, I’m taking a much higher course load next semester. This shit is too easy.