Woody party

So, I have just come from a party. A party which involved bouldering and arguments of the superiority of curling over other winter Olympic sports and Turkish dancing. It was fun. Partying really isn't my thing though. I'm too quiet for it. Wallflower, thy name is Ryan. Meh, that's all I really have to say about it for now.

Plans and things

I have a surprising amount of things going on right now. A lot for me. Tomorrow is the Woody party at Meghan and Sonja's. Then on Sunday I'm heading out to Cochise Stronghold for some climbing. That's not really much, but it's busy for me. I like to keep my life at a low stress level.

It turns out I did miss something in my academic planning confusion. I only have a year's worth of classes for my major requirements, but another year to fulfill the 120 credits for graduation. I could add on a Linguistics major and still graduate in Spring 08 or take a semester or a year and study abroad. I'm torn at the moment, but I'm leaning towards the studying abroad. I'm thinking Canada, Britain, Ireland, etc. That would be fun. There's a school in Vancouver that has a creative writing program for study abroad students rather than just English. How cool would that be? It would satisfy two of my desires: studying abroad and living in Canada for a while. We'll see though. I'm not very close to making decisions on any of this.

Moving abruptly to other things: I went and played Tennis with Jesse and Brigid. It was fun. I suck at it, but it was fun. Except for the part when Jesse hit me in the hip bone with a tennis ball. That part was not so fun. Not. So. Fun.

So... Flagstaff

Flagstaff was fun this weekend. It was kind of a random trip for me since I decided to go along for the ride, but it was fun, so yay. Sleeping was interesting seeing as it tends to get cold in Flagstaff, so when the window is open it makes it cold inside. Awesome. Me not getting much sleep isn't an unusual so I guess there's really nothing to complain about. Spencer violated a statue of a creepy little girl in Sedona. Funny: yes. Disturbing: Big ole yes.

I'm starting to peel from last week's climbing sunburn. Sadness. It kind of stinks when your ears peel.

My poem for this last week was super lame, so I won't be posting it. Look forward to next week when I'll be finishing my serial killer poem and posting it because it'll be awesome

One last thought: Boondock Saints is an awesome movie. Yes indeed. Norman Reedus's Irish accent kind of sucks though. Regardless, it's an excellent film, and gets better each time I watch it.

OMG desu!

Today in Japanese, we had a special class. There's this group of exchange students on campus from Tokyo International University and they came to our class and we talked to them. It was fun in an awkward sort-of sweaty kind of way.

Speaking of Japanese, it turns out that all I would need for a Japanese Studies minor is taking the language up through 202. So, with that, I'll probably knock of the nonsense of the Linguistics minor I was doing for kicks. That also means that I would have to take an extra 15 units of Linguistics course work. Thusly, after this semester, I'll be 32 units away from graduation. Now if we do the math, that pans out to 2 semesters remaining. Meaning a year. Meaning, no fourth year on my four year plan. There's something wrong with that somehow. One year less loan money to pay back, I suppose.

The kick to the crotch part of that is me having to decide what in the good gracious I'm going to do with myself after I get my degree. Grad school? Working odd jobs? Flight attendant? Bartender? Teaching certificate? Firefighter? I'm too young to have to decide this. Graduating at 21? How bogus is that?

I need to make an appointment with my advisor to talk about all this. Maybe get some perspective on what I should do with myself.

Dehydration

Yeah, it sucks. I learned my lesson though. Prehydration is key. That's the mistake you should only make once.

Besides that episode, climbing yesterday was fun. I'm right at the point where I know I can perform a lot better than I do, but learning to trust little crimpers and your weight on a collective space of about 2 inches is what's getting. It should only take me a few more trips to take care of that. Besides, there's no turning back now. I can't return any of my gear now. Woo.

Latest Poemetry

So this was a fun one to right.

"An Inconsequential Mormon Bar Mitzvah"

Recycled babies caught up under my car
make for slow going
down over to the liquor store.

A forty for me good sir
and another for my daughter
She's turning twelve today
so the occasion must be marked.

Marked all over my bathroom floor
Vomit spewing everywhere
A wife's scream asking why on earth

The couch is lumpy
and smells a bit like retch
The television tells me flatter abs
and tighter toosh in just six weeks

I order one for my sleeping wife
just to cheer her up
I notice she's been chubbing up a bit
She'll appreciate the thought

At work the next day
My boss says my performance has been slipping
Those vodka breaks must not be helping

On the bus home
a godless hobo wet-willied a small child
Oh those godless hobos
Ex-hippies
Failed yuppies
Fat guppies
Waiting to die

I was sitting outside Japanese waiting for class, and there was a recycling thing across from me and it all floated out from there.

Window to my Brain

On Wednesday, we did a writing exercise where we wrote while blindfolded and pulled from the subconscious. The first thing that is apparent when blindfolded is the darkness, so that's what I wrote about. This is exactly what I wrote. Errors and incoherence and all of it. I'm not exactly sure where a lot of this came from, so I hope it amuses you.

Darkness is a funny thing It makes you see in a way that you otherwise take for granted. It makes you alone in a room of 60. Just you and the darkness together in silence. Darkness is silence of the eyes. Your eyes can lie to you. Only darkness is truth. You can hide in the darkness, but the truth will always find you. It's the watcher in the night that gaurds all the most secret and precious things. Thoughts, emotions, all of that is safe in the darkness and can't hide from the truth.You can't even lie in the dark because there is no one to lie to. Why lie to yourself. It's a pointless idea. You know the truth. Can't convince yourself that lies are truth People fear the darkness. I say befriend it. It can be a useful ally Alone you have no one. Just the darkness When everyone leaves

Weird, eh?

I love my schedule

I can stay up super late on Sundays and Tuesdays because I don't have to wake up until 11:30. It's beautimous. One hundred percent beautimousness. My classes have been going well. They're all interesting/engaging/challenging, so that's a plus. In particular, I'm excited about my syntax class. What can I say? I love Linguistics. Boy howdy!

I ordered a new printer today because my Lexmark makes me sad.

Going through another phase of wanting to chop off my hair. Boo-urns.

If you want to see a 'feel good' movie with an ending that's not completely predictable, see Last Holiday. If you want to see a real life movie, watch Closer. I love that movie. People give each other the shaft. They're selfish. They're petty. They're small-minded. That's the reality. Movies with smushy ending make me sick. I know it's fiction, but does it should be based in reality. Human nature isn't fuzzy kittens and laughing babies riding sparkly unicorns. Let's get with the program, okay?

Also see Brokeback Mountain. It's the first truly excellent movie I've seen in quite some time.

Give me a job.

It's like poetry

To come back from a long absence in posting, I bring you my first poem for my poetry class. I call it, "Love So Sweet." Enjoy:

I like how you feel in my mouth
I am moved by your shape
Your form speaks to me
Touching you gives me chills
When things start to heat up, I love how you sweat
I like how it feels to break your seal for the first time
I love it when my lips touch yours
If I could, I'd have six of you
You are lovely when you dress-up
You're Cherry, Lime, or Lemon
You're Blue or Vanilla
You're Crystal Clear
You're red, white and blue
Pepsi, I love you

Oh, and I bought a tricycle at Wal-Mart. It is seriously awesome. I rode it all around the house after I assembled it. Later on, I'm going to customize it. Or, 'pimp my ride,' if you will.

Phoenix

I took my sister up to Phoenix yesterday. I would like to say that it was a nice, quick trip, but I would be telling a big, big lie. It took us over an hour to get from Ruthrauff to Orange Grove on I-10. That's about 2 miles. In an hour and twenty. So that was special.

Since it took us so long to get up there, we grabbed some dinner at Burger King. Up on the board there was a message that read "Picture Menus Available Upon Request". Who exactly is that sign for?

So, I'm officially back at the house. I've been hauling/cleaning/organizing all morning. There's still crap all over my floor, but I've had enough for now.

12 packs were $3.68 at Wal-Mart. That made me sad.

I got the clap today!

My sisters got me Gonorrhea for Christmas. How cool is that? I'm going to show it off whenever I get the chance. (You really want to click that link. I mean, really really.)

We had chimichangas for dinner tonight which has to be the best homemade meal ever. Ever. The sisters are leaving later today and then tomorrow morning. I have mixed feelings about going back to the house. I went back to pay rent and pick/drop stuff up/off, but that's all. I do want to finish cleaning and organizing my room though. I left it in the middle.

I've started reading in my spare time more. It's something I should have started doing earlier, but I'm a slacker so yeah.

I ordered Firefly and it should be coming within the next couple days. Best. Gorram. Show. Ever. It makes me want to buy this shirt.

Still no job. JobLink has one new posting and it's for a job I'm not qualified for. Need... job... have no... money... I've already drained a couple hundred from my car buying money.

Quick little bit of Posting

There's not much to say, really. I went out today to get a book with the gift certificate I got for Christmas. It's this massive reference of mythology and art of ancient civilizations. What a nerdy book, eh? I'm trying to build up my base of hard reference material outside of the internet. Hoorah. I'm not sure if I mentioned the 12 pack of Pepsi the 'rents picked up for me for 99 cents. How awesome is that? Mmmmm.... Pepsi... Speaking of which, I'm going to get me one o' thems.

New Years

It's 2006 now. Yessiree, it is. Hooo-eee, I had this roarin' bit of a hootinanny last night. I must have gone through at least eight Pepsis. Man, it was wild. I watched The Chipmunk's Adventure in my room and munched on Cheeto's. May it never be said that I don't know how to have a good time. I set a little resolution for myself. I would reveal it, but I don't want to. It also defeats the purpose of the resolution if I tell people, so you'll just have wonder at what it is.
I'm still jobless, but hopefully money won't be an issue for a while. I'm not going to press the financial aid thing until after the check is deposited in my bank account. That's probably illegal, but I really don't care. I need to pay rent somehow, and I don't want to completely deplete my car fund. I will definitely need next year not know where I'll be living or who I'll be living with. It's about time I got a car anyway. It's crossed my mind to ask the 'rents for help once I get a job, like they did for Bethany. It's worth a try at any rate.
We have a family dinner thing tonight. Most of the people are already here actually. I've taken refuge for a bit in my room. I keep wondering what possessed me to paint it orange. I was very odd in high school. Odd in a different way than I am now, that is.
There's nothing much else to report by way of break stuff other than my anxiousness for school to start up again. I should be back at the house on the 4th or 5th depending on when Bethany's flight is.

A Little bit of Nonsense

I believe I may have put this bit of writing to the internet once before, perhaps while I was still using Livejournal. It's just some silliness I wrote one afternoon in the computer lab under the UA library. I'll put it here for your brow raising and head shaking purposes.

Now comes a tale of fascinating strangeness and compeling oddity. A wandering jot through the realm of the surreal, the realm of the psyche. Wandering about through the twisty lanes of nowhereness, I did spy a looking glass. “A looking glass,” I say. “My, I would fancy a peek.”

So I skippity gamboled right on over to that looking glass and took a peeky-week inside. I saw my face there. “My face?” quothe me. “A strange thing indeed to see in a looking glass.” All those of knowledge and goodness know that looking glasses do show you wonderful thing. I felt cheated out of the wimbly-wombly goodness I should have seen. I was about prepared to shuffle off along when I did see something a-strange about my looking glass face. It was opposite. Opposite as the night is from the dusk, the morning from the dawn. When I did raise my right arm-parts, my looking glass face lifted his left arm parts. “Ooo, a goodly display of goodness.”

I sillied myself for a while with my looking glass face. Bored did I become for he only did what I did not. Why do what I do? Bored was I, and now angry. I shimmily-shambled all the way to see my looking glass do what I don’t. When leave I do, he goes away all hops away. He should do as I wishly if he knew what’s goodly good for him.

The piece is unfinished, but as finished as a piece like it could ever be. It's difficult to maintain that sort of narrative, so it's sat unchanged for about a year now. I'm not even sure if I remember what I was writing about, so have fun.

Plans

I never really was one for making plans. My mind doesn't work in that sort of way. When I say plans, I mean going out type of plans. I think I might be a bit too laid back to nitpick on what to do and where to do it. I'm usually perfectly alright with sitting around talking and hanging out. However, that quality does come with a pretty hefty disadvantage. It makes it hard for me to come up with plans when I need them, especially in social kinds of situations.

The reason this is on my mind is because New Years is coming up and as it stands, I have no plans. For some unexplainable reason, New Years is the only holiday I feel unsettled about not having plans. I did absolutely nothing on my birthday, and I was fine with it. There's something about New Years that bums me out when I don't have something to do. It might just end up being me and some Pepsi hanging out. Sounds like a hoot to me.

Revelation

I realized something today. When people say "Happy Holidays," they aren't talking about a multiple number of holidays. No no, my good sirs and madams. They are talking about Christmas. Just Christmas. See, there are two Christmases celebrated concurrently. There's the Rudolf and Frosty Christmas as well as the Jesus and the virgin birth Christmas. They are two separate holidays celebrated on the same day. I could really do without either.

So, I'll wrap this up by saying: A Happy Agnostica to all and to all a logical argument.

Landslide

I was really proud of myself that I was doing a post every day. The main reason I started this blog was so that I would get into the habit of writing every day. Now, almost two weeks from my last post, I think I may have slipped up a teensy bit.

I'm back at the parental's house but still in Tucson, poised ready to bear through another Christmas. Joy and jubilation. The good news is that I found my camera. I'm excited about that. Not that I use it very often, but I like knowing where it is.

I have a haircut appointment tomorrow. Even though I'm right in the middle of one of my frustrated with my long hair phases, I'm only going to get it trimmed and evened out. I know that if I chopped it off, I would regret it.

That's all from me. You crazy kids all have an adequate holiday season. Cheers!

All of the fun of finals with none of the stress

What did I spend my day doing? The last weekend before finals? I slept in till 1400 and then played video fames all day. That's was all. My day was wholly uneventful. Finals, you can kiss my tuckus because you have no effect on me. Hear that? No effect.

Don't hate me because of my easy major.

Nihongo no shiken o shimashita

I'm all done with my Japanese finals, and I have two left to go. One for Linguistics and one for NATS. I plan on putting effort into my Linguistics final as I plan on making it my minor, but not so much for NATS. What I know is what I know for that class. I don't think I'd make an overlarge improvement on what grade I would get if I worked hard and studied. I'm going to get a B in the class, so why strain?

And since it's the end of the semester, I'd like to take a moment to have a throw-back to another end of semester. I recently found this picture, and I thought I would share it.



That's me at graduation. It feels weird to me that night was a year and a half ago. I look dashing in gold, do I not? That's also one of the few existing pictures of me when I had my eyebrow pierced. Since the other picture is me in drag, be grateful you weren't subjected to that one. I've been considering getting my brow redone. I liked it, and everyone else seemed to too. I have no money now, but maybe at a later date.

And it all comes screaming back

I worked at Cold Stone for a year, so going there tonight brought a lot of memories back. A lot of them were good, but plenty were bad. It didn't really help that it was Flowing Wells Drama-fest. I always feel icky when thrown into a Flowing Wells type situation. High school was a very weird time for me. I was going through so much introspection, building myself, and questioning what I always held as true. Now that I'm out and have most of that figured out, being reminded of it is a little awkward. It also doesn't help that I'm a totally different person than the one anyone I knew from Flowing Wells would remember. Completely redefining yourself has that effect.

I almost missed the post today. That would have made me sad. I'm keeping up with the daily posts. Rock.