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ladyfalcon) wrote2008-02-24 08:55 am
ladyfalcon) wrote2008-02-24 08:55 am
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So I have been feeling pretty crap lately, under pressure from school now and under parents for figuring out What I Am Going To Do After College. The parental consensus = grad school, but I am not really interested. That being said, I have no better plan, indeed, no other plan to speak of at all, although I would kind of like to run away to Oregon and work in a book store and save all my pennies until I have enough to go to Alaska and then I will spend a week communing with moose. (I just looked up on Wikipedia to make sure that they have moose in Alaska, and you will be relieved to hear that they do indeed).
I have been thinking about my brain with all the hundreds of thousands of dollars put towards its maintenance over the years, to keep it running smoothly and craft it into a top-of-the-line model, and how in all honesty I have not really pulled my own weight in this equation.
I have also been wondering if the atsign: @, was created specifically for use in e-mail addresses. It is my second-favorite top-of-the-keyboard symbol, after the octothorpe/hash/poundsign: #, the sign of many names.
I believe that my iTunes is prescient and aware, because somehow it always plays the right things to correspond to my mood. Although right now I am wracked with discomfort, because I will never be able to hear Something Corporate's 'I Woke Up in a Car' again without remembering that goddamned American Road Novels class, where the professor had the bright idea of making us bring in a song relating to the road for the class to listen to. And other people (all hippies who only wanted to read Jack Kerouac but who were stuck so firmly in the rut of laziness by the time On the Road came up on the syllabus that we couldn't really have any fun even with that) brought in capital-C-Cool bluegrass folksy obscure stuff, and I spent the night before nervously picking over my playlists and realizing I just don't have any of that stuff, because it isn't what I listen to, and all I have is this silly, poppy little song by a silly, poppy piano rock band, because that is what I listen to. And how awkward it was in class because I was obviously so insecure and nervous, and I kept inanely pointing out that I don't really like this song, it was just all I could come up with, until the professor was like, look we know okay just let's listen to this and you chill out. And then Maury, effortless, sweet Maury who wore the same clothes every day and his shirt was filthy at the beginning of the semester and not actually white any more by the end (and where is Maury and why haven't I seen him at all this year?) wound up saying some really effortlessly sweet things about my silly little song and I felt okay but now I can't listen to that song anymore at all without being consumed again by the awkwardness of the entire situation, and it's a shame because in real life I am kind of in love with that song, and I am Past That bullshit of denying real feelings, likes or dislikes, because of fears of Not Being Cool Enough. Also it is cool now to like stupid things! (what a relief).
That was kind of a long ramble about a song which has by now been over for a while, but that's kind of the mood I'm in.
Things that irritate number 1169: Why is Firefox smart enough to put a little red squiggle under all my misspelled words on a page (maintenance, the word I have never spelled successfully by myself ever), but not smart enough to have the right-click drop-down of options like every word processor ever, so I have to rely on livejournal's own spellchecking device? Also, why does it not recognize the words: Atsign, Livejournal, Octothorpe, Okay, playlists, poundsign, spellchecking?
Erin
I have been thinking about my brain with all the hundreds of thousands of dollars put towards its maintenance over the years, to keep it running smoothly and craft it into a top-of-the-line model, and how in all honesty I have not really pulled my own weight in this equation.
I have also been wondering if the atsign: @, was created specifically for use in e-mail addresses. It is my second-favorite top-of-the-keyboard symbol, after the octothorpe/hash/poundsign: #, the sign of many names.
I believe that my iTunes is prescient and aware, because somehow it always plays the right things to correspond to my mood. Although right now I am wracked with discomfort, because I will never be able to hear Something Corporate's 'I Woke Up in a Car' again without remembering that goddamned American Road Novels class, where the professor had the bright idea of making us bring in a song relating to the road for the class to listen to. And other people (all hippies who only wanted to read Jack Kerouac but who were stuck so firmly in the rut of laziness by the time On the Road came up on the syllabus that we couldn't really have any fun even with that) brought in capital-C-Cool bluegrass folksy obscure stuff, and I spent the night before nervously picking over my playlists and realizing I just don't have any of that stuff, because it isn't what I listen to, and all I have is this silly, poppy little song by a silly, poppy piano rock band, because that is what I listen to. And how awkward it was in class because I was obviously so insecure and nervous, and I kept inanely pointing out that I don't really like this song, it was just all I could come up with, until the professor was like, look we know okay just let's listen to this and you chill out. And then Maury, effortless, sweet Maury who wore the same clothes every day and his shirt was filthy at the beginning of the semester and not actually white any more by the end (and where is Maury and why haven't I seen him at all this year?) wound up saying some really effortlessly sweet things about my silly little song and I felt okay but now I can't listen to that song anymore at all without being consumed again by the awkwardness of the entire situation, and it's a shame because in real life I am kind of in love with that song, and I am Past That bullshit of denying real feelings, likes or dislikes, because of fears of Not Being Cool Enough. Also it is cool now to like stupid things! (what a relief).
That was kind of a long ramble about a song which has by now been over for a while, but that's kind of the mood I'm in.
Things that irritate number 1169: Why is Firefox smart enough to put a little red squiggle under all my misspelled words on a page (maintenance, the word I have never spelled successfully by myself ever), but not smart enough to have the right-click drop-down of options like every word processor ever, so I have to rely on livejournal's own spellchecking device? Also, why does it not recognize the words: Atsign, Livejournal, Octothorpe, Okay, playlists, poundsign, spellchecking?
Erin
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