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›comments[4] ›all comments ›post #13 ›bio: katie ›bio: victoria ›perma-link ›12/10/2004 ›15:43 ›archives ›first post ›that week |
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Art Colony: Kafka-esque Gray Day Friday, December 10, 2004 › by victoria  this just goes to show what a weird-music nut I am...I was thinkin of the Chumbawamba song "May Day" when I titled this art colony--"May Day" is a great techno-type song that was edited off the US album version of "Tubthumping," not sure why since the only lyrics were the song title repeated ad infinitum, but it's a great song, ANYWAYS... Nice Things:I'm excited to see my funky little mini-robot-bio up. Yay! And I get out of my Communications 011 class final, because i got an A in that class. And I had a nice before-work morning: me and B.f. got up at the same time, 6:30 AM, and made coffee and ate cinnamon graham cracker sandwiches with marshmallow fluff between the crackers. He was talking a LOT about this random dream that he'd had about driving through the mountains, and there was this "ranger" guy who looked kind've old--with a gray beard and everything--but was really muscular and strong and he (the Ranger-guy) was throwing tree trunks and huge rocks and stuff out of the road where they were driving. And then the Ranger-guy was telling my b.f. that the huge chunks of obsidian (!?) that were lying all around were worth a lot of money, and he could take as much of it as he wanted. And then somehow my b.f.'s dream ended up in this weird building where there were a bunch of large intelligent beetles/insects that could talk, and they were being fed, and he was trying to help out some of the shyer insects because they couldn't make it to the feeder on time. It was a pretty fun thing to talk about, this weird surreal dream of his, and I actually got to work practically on time this morning (I opened up the library at 7:45 AM). Plus b.f.'s grandma and my good friend Beth both sent us Holiday cards, and that is incredibly sweet and heartwarming, we have added them to the "wall o' greeting cards" which is the only holiday decorating (besides the L.L. Bean stockings) we've got going on. So that's sweet. PLUS... In my final Advertising/Public Relations class today, my advisor was showing the class this tape of the 2004 winners of the NSAC campaign for the Toyota Matrix giving their 1st place presentation. These college students, from the University of Nevada-Reno or something like that, were incredibly stagey and hokey. Their ideas--for aiming the Toyota Matrix at "Generation X.5" (they're not X, they're not Y, they're Generation X.5--what?!) through telling them that 'Every Car tells YOUR story' was alright, but the gears of their idea machine were clogged by the gunk of bad humor. They did bad "Dr. Evil" impersonations, pretended to hit on one another like Joey from that sitcom we do not name, and shook their butts like rejected extras from a "Blues Brothers" audition. They looked like a drunken delegation from the National Young Republicans Convention. It was a little bit overwhelming, as far as in-class videos go, especially since it reminded me of all the work I've got to do this weekend to finish my ADPR project for this year's NSAC presentation on Yahoo! instant messenger. Unpleasant things, well, I'm going to try to keep them under wraps. Note the "try". But goddamn it, I am so frustrated and angry right now. You'd think after the whole Theater Appreciation class drama had ended last night, that things would be okay, but now life's hit me back twice as hard just as soon as i'm getting up again. I swear, this "one step forward, two steps back" thing is making me paranoid, so that, even if I'm making obscene amounts of money in like, 10 years, I will still get worked up about paying bills. It's the cell phone bill monstrosity this time. I don't know what the f*ck I'm going to do about it, because now there's some kind of bill collecting agency (!?) involved. When I hear "bill collecting agency" i'm instantly thinking a whole bunch of BAD connotations, like-- --random gangsters in a 1930's movie kicking in the door and threatening Vito (or Tony) to get their "mohnay", then beating him to a pulp and trashing the place if they're not paid --Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka (I'm not sure why,which is weird, since we were talking about insects/beetles in boyfriend's dream earlier) --Any Charles Dickens type scenario, preferably one with poor orphans being exploited by bloated criminal-types, or doors being kicked in by Bill Sykes wielding a club demanding his fifty quid, (*that would be a funny replacement name for 50 Cent, though, Fitty Quid) & that kind of thing and so on and so forth. I feel doomed. I guess I'll have to deal with it when I get home from work today, but that's a lovely thought to look forward to. (I know that life's not fair) but it just doesn't seem fair that a bunch of my college student peers are going home for Winter Break after Final exams, which are next week, and they're all planning their christmas shopping and their happy vacation holidays and their drunken parties, and I can't even relax for a couple of hours before something awful happens to me, again. I won't get to go Christmas shopping, and I am actually hoping to work a lot over break, so that kills any vacation, and I'm fairly sure that there are no parties in the works. Plus, my mother was kind enough to pass along the news that my 15 year old cat whom i've had since I was a little kid, Patches, is dying extremely slowly because she refuses to eat/drink any more and is coughing up strange stuff. :'-( Milwaukee's weather is a bit of a reflection on my mood, I guess. Gray, cold, and drizzly in extremis. I work until 6 PM tonight, so I'll be checking the 'bot like I always do because I love this website, it's absolutely brilliant, like having a kaleidascope of ever-changing ideas and articles and people on your computer. Plus it's so unique, I love it. Hopefully good things will happen. Right? Right? |
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