Rendered credulous by glee

After the final numbers from New Hampshire came in, Hillary managed to edge out Obama by a few percent, rocketing up from a double digit loss. Not that I support her more than Obama or even Edwards, but that still deserves a "You go, girl!"

I have the most retarded class schedule ever concocted by a Tech alum, and that's saying something. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I have class from 8-11am, and then again from 6-7:30pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have class from 9:30-11am and then again from 12-1:30pm. Fridays are the same as Mondays and Wednesdays with the exception of the omission of the night class.

What. The. Fuck.

I guess my T/R schedule isn't that bad.

I promise that I'm going to write about NC some time soon. Trust me. There are a lot of things sitting in my outbox as drafts, and I'm in the process of refining them into something worth posting on the interweb.

Time to jump back into the fray!

Incite our breathless wanderlust

Huckabee pulled ahead in the Iowa caucus. Gag me with a chainsaw.

Resolutions:

1. Less red meat. Less salt. Less sugar.
2. Sleep normally.
3. Express appreciation more frequently. And more ardently.
4. Shake off all forms of codependence.
and 5. Love openly.

Just came back from Canada's NC 2008! AWESOMENESS! More to come later, I promise. But right now I have a mountain of laundry to tackle.

Their fanciful gaze

Sometimes, when you least expect it, you get ambushed by rush of emotion, nostalgia, and wonderment that defies all reason. It opens the door for you. It takes the seat next to you on the subway. It offers you the cream for your coffee. And then it has you.

It ranks high amongst the oddest sensations one could ever experience. That sense of deja vu is expected when in the presence of similar artifacts or surroundings. It's similar to the reason why some people experience motion sickness while in a car but not while driving. When you're in control and can anticipate the movements up ahead, they don't affect you as much.

The aftermath is just as baffling. It hits you and you end up swimming around in a haze of memory, and then you emerge and it dissipates without a word. They're like those dreams that you know you've had but can't quite remember. All you have to show for it is your emotions. And I am no exception. I wish I had more to expound on, but sadly I am left only with those emotions.

Stepping out of the library and suddenly feeling guilty.
Riding in the passenger seat of someone else's car and suddenly feeling a strange contentment.
Reaching for the salt shaker and suddenly feeling indescribably miserable.
Opening my book bag and suddenly being unable to suppress a goofy smile.

Call it a coincidence. But I find that I'm the most susceptible to these attacks immediately following a yawn. Maybe it's the fact that I'm tired. Who knows? As a related side note, however, I find that any facial expression following a yawn tends to be the most believable to me, and the most sincere.

Recently, every time I listen to music, I catch myself secretly thinking of ways to apply that music to video or pictures. I analyze everything: mood, relevance of lyrics (if applicable), genre, matters of rhythm, length, and timing. Sometimes my reveries progress so rapidly that I soon find myself hallucinating the visuals that I'm trying to evoke. I tell myself that it's the residual effects from making the banquet video, and that after time, this will subside and become nothing more than a fleeting thought. But deep down, I fear that I may have awakened a deep seated desire to create, to inspire.

And this scares me. I'm reminded of something I read a few weeks ago from Atwood. Art, and this includes all manifestations of it, exists as the energy extracted from your soul that you have carefully molded and fostered within yourself. Once you've created it in tangible form, it becomes it's own being, and in it you have lost the two aspects that made it yours. First, control over its genesis and evolution. And second, the very energy that went into its creation. And you yourself become what is left over.


My semester is pretty much over.

My formal AIESEC role is pretty much over.

What do I have to look forward to? Montreal over the New Year, and then classes. But what about after that? How else am I going to keep my life dynamic? And until then, I'm left with this stagnant period where I feel like I can't do anything but reflect on my life and my existence. And I don't know about the rest of you, but generally I find that to be an upsetting and disturbing endeavor.

Of lunar proportions

So I realized that I'm probably going to be doing a lot of crossposting of pictures. Between this blog, the LC blog, and facebook, my pictures will probably get uploaded at a minimum of two times. I personally don't give a damn, but some people might deem it fit to label me as redundant. Oh well.

Tuesday evening marked the very last meeting with our Board of Advisors for the year. Below is the end of the evening, minus Bryan and Sean, our photographers.


What a snazzy crowd. It's almost hard to believe that I was a part of this for a year.

You might notice Missy in the crowd. The rest of the LC is having a dinner meeting with her and Andrew Martin later tonight, location to be announced. That should be nice.

This banquet video is going to kill me. I've gone to the library every day this week to try to get my hands on those multimedia computers. Every single time, they've been occupied. I'm going back on Saturday with Sean, and if they're still as occupied as ever, I may have to choke a bitch. No joke.

I tried again last night, hoping there'd be less of a crowd late at night. No such luck, Katie came along and we resigned ourselves to the office.

This was taken at 3am. Katie had failed to be productive with her studying, thanks to our call with Sean about random banquet items, but luckily I had managed to get a bunch of finance work out of the way despite my inability to be productive on the video. Give and take, I suppose. But all in all, it was good times.

I booked my tickets to Canada! On December 30th, I shall be in Montreal celebrating Canada's 50th anniversary with Emily and Johanna!

And the week rolls on!