Friday, August 15, 2014

Hop a Carpet and Fly...

It's been over a year since I've so much as thought about writing anything here, and since I decided to start calling this Internet Junk 2.0 (which, if I actually make any posts after this, implies some kind of upgrade)... I guess I should do an introduction.

Hey-o.  I'm Chris.  Soon-to-be-college-freshman.  Survivor of the spinning blade-trap (a-la Legend of Zelda) of high school.  Aspiring novelist.  Lover of all things escapist.  Mario Kart aficionado.  And (for as long as this lasts), narcissistic and overly verbose blogger.

Now, for no particular reason, I've been on a Disney movie kick for the last few days.  So, I'm going to list my Top 10 Disney animated features, in the hope of making some people angry enough at the absence of their favorite movies to argue and give me something to do now that I've finished my other project of the summer.

(Oh, this is just the Disney Animated Canon.  No Pixar.  No Touchstone.  Or I'd be including Wall-E, Up, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and this list would be much longer.)

(Double oh.  There are spoilers below.  If you haven't seen some of these, go watch them.  Now.)

#10 - Tangled

For most of the 2000s, Pixar was the undisputed king of CGI animation, and Disney could only counter its masterpieces with decent (but by no means spectacular) films like Meet the Robinsons and Bolt.

And then 2010 happened.

Tangled, honestly, is my least favorite of Disney's recent string of phenomenal CGI films (excluding Winnie the Pooh, which I have yet to see), and it still beats out eighty percent of their entire animated canon.  The story of spunky (forgive me for using that word) Rapunzel and brash dork Flynn (ahem, Eugene) Rider strikes some hilarious comedic chords while still carrying a massive amount of dramatic punch.  Not to mention, the lanterns-over-the-lake scene may be one of the most beautiful sequences of animation in Disney's entire canon (if you want to argue the point, I'm ready and willing), and the music matches the story every step of the way.

That's not to say it skimps on story, either.  Something Disney's latest CGI films all share in common is an intense focus on character development and compelling plots.  Rapunzel's journey into the real world creates a powerful metaphor for growing up (try and tell me the loss of her hair at the end isn't symbolic of a loss of innocence and I will tell you to retake high school English).  Meanwhile, the removal of Flynn Rider's facade and his journey from thief to "person who cares for others" is, while not exactly unique, quite satisfying in the end.

Ultimately, I guess it makes sense that, to really awaken their ability to make great CGI animated features, Disney had to go back to what they always did best.  Singing, dancing princesses.  And it only got better from there.

#9 - Mulan

If you're actually still reading and haven't gone off to do something more interesting by now, and if you haven't already jumped to the bottom to list to see what I've ranked as #1, I'll ask you to pay attention to things that keep appearing in the films I've picked.  The best Disney films, (with one small exception that you'll find later), tend to have a lot in common.

What you may notice as you go through this list is that I've placed none of Disney's early films in my Top 10.  And while that may seem sacrilegious, I'll explain why here (because it relates to why Mulan is #9).

What do Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty share in common?  Main female characters that do absolutely nothing of note in stories named after them.  Whether adherent to their fairy tale origins or not, their casts of characters are nothing more than batches of traditional cliches.  (Excluding Maleficent, who is easily one of Disney's greatest villains).

Conversely, Mulan is a story that rages against traditional Disney cliches.  Waify heroine?  Nope.  Superpowered sidekicks?  I love Mushu, but the best that dragon could do with his fire breath is light a match.  Prince Charming riding in to save the day?

Ha.  Ha.  Ha.

Mulan succeeds because it defies Disney's historical archetypes.  Because in the end, the heroine (who, by the way, is not a princess in the literal sense of the word), has to ride in with a talking dragon and a anthropomorphic cricket to save a bunch of men who were utterly hopeless without her.  Because it's a story about making your own identity, instead of allowing others to control your life.  And because it's the centepiece in the era where Disney finally decided to make their female characters, you know, actual characters.

Oh, and because Reflection and Make a Man Out of You are some of the best songs Disney has ever made.  Seriously.  Listen to the a capella section near the end of the latter and tell me it's not amazing.

#8 - Beauty and the Beast

When I started building this list, I wasn't sure if this one would make it.  It's an incredible movie, but these are my favorites, and it's never really been at the top of my Disney collection.  But, in the end, there was no way I could leave out the only non-Pixar animated film to EVER be nominated for Best Picture.  (Yep.  Look it up.)

But where do I start with Beauty and the Beast?  Is it about learning to love someone's inner beauty... or is it about Stockholm Syndrome?  (That thing where the kidnapped start to identify and trust their kidnappers?)

You know what?  I don't really care.  While Belle may not always be the greatest role model, she is a fully formed, extremely relatable character.  Disney seems to have a thread of heroines who all want to escape their "provincial lives" (as she effectively puts it), and when you think about how interrelated Disney is with the common perception of childhood... it really does emerge as a metaphor for growing up, doesn't it?  Stop me if you've heard this before.  Teenager looks around hometown, says "I can't wait to get out of here and meet someone different—"

Yeah.  Thought so.

Not to mention the supporting characters aren't Disney's usual cast of one-dimensional sidekicks.  Lumiere and Cogsworth aren't there for comic relief (though they do provide quite a bit).  They're humans trapped by someone else's mistake, trying to live with the prospect of being forced to live as household items... FOREVER.

And they're still friends with the guy.  Wow.

Couple that with the aforementioned metaphor for inner beauty hidden behind a mask, a truly epic battle scene, and the three minutes of musical godliness that is Tale as Old as Time, and this film easily deserves a spot on this list.  And that Best Picture nomination.  Shame that had to be the year that Hannibal Lecter was introduced to the world of film, or it might have won.

#7 - Peter Pan

Now that I've explored a few metaphors for growing up, here's the Disney's film that's literally about that bittersweet transition from childhood to adulthood.  Peter Pan, as everyone knows, is the boy that never grows up.  Who lives in Neverland—past the second star to the right and straight on 'till morning.

Why is Peter Pan on my list?  Honestly, I have a harder time vocalizing my love of this movie compared to the other nine on this list.  The characters are pretty static, and the biggest lesson Wendy learns is... well... the one you'd expect.  Being a kid forever isn't always the greatest thing in the world.

What I think it comes down to is Peter Pan's representation of childhood.  Because that's what Neverland is.  Eternal childhood and overactive imaginations.  And while Peter and the Lost Boys go on constant adventures (when was the last time you put a bunch of pillows on the floor and pretended you were jumping over lava and searching for lost treasure?  Imagine doing it for real, whenever you want), they're also menaced by a band of pirates (hey, look, the adults), that constantly threaten their ability to keep their imaginations flying high.  It paints childhood as a land of imagination without subscribing to the illusion that all imagination is light and happy.

Some imagination is dark and scary.  And once Wendy sees that, she decides that being a kid is fun, but an eternity of chasing treasure and evading pirates shouldn't last forever.

Because, then, how magical would it be?

#6 - Lady and the Tramp

I'm a dog person.

...I almost left it at that, which would have been funny, but maybe a little more needs to be said.  The story itself isn't especially special or unique when compared to the number of Disney movies about either talking animals or  wealthy/royal women (here a purebred cocker spaniel) falling in love with scoundrel thieves (here a mutt).  But, you know, it just works.  It's a look into the lives of a couple of fictional dogs with a plot straight from Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl," and that's all it needs to be an emotionally resonant story.

If you need more, here's my best explanation.  Anyone who enjoys fiction realizes, after a while, that sometimes there are just good stories.  Stories that don't have to mean anything more than they are.  Stories that don't need something big or flashy to make them great.  Stories that can simply stand on their own as enjoyable pieces of entertainment.  That's what Lady and the Tramp is.  And that's why it's on my list.

#5 - The Little Mermaid

Now, we're getting to the heavy hitters.  Disney's top ten percent.  The ones people really fight over.

Disney went through its Dark Age in the 1980s, with films like The Black Cauldron and The Fox and the Hound.  Those movies, while not necessarily bad (though some were), received nowhere near the audience or acclaim of Disney's "Golden Age" films.

And then came the early 1990s, which saw a string of four films so phenomenal, all of them have, at some point in time, made the short list for the best animated feature ever made.  And as you may have guessed from, well, what I wrote up there by the number five, the first of that string was Disney's adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid.

I could spend eons describing everything great about The Little Mermaid as a story and as a film.  Its music is fantastic.  The story is entertaining—both comedically and dramatically—and the heroine's conflict is actually quite human.  (Ha.  Ha.  Terrible joke, I know).  In essence, it's a Faustian plot wrapped up in a fairy tale love story, and opens this whole bag of comparisons about deals with the Devil and the value of one's most prized traits over what they want most.  But honestly, what makes it transcend ninety percent of Disney's animated canon is simple.

The villain.

Ursula, the Sea-Witch.  One of the nastiest pieces of evil the Disney team has ever created.  Why?  Because she's not just a brute like Gaston or an evil sorceress like Maleficent, she's a manipulator.  She doesn't take what she wants... she makes people give it to her, and then damns them to an eternity of torment when they can't meet the price she crafted specifically to be out of their reach.  She's not just evil.  She's smart and evil.  And once she starts singing "Poor Unfortunate Souls"... you know Ariel is in a giant vat of trouble.

And while some Disney villains might be satisfied with basic execution methods (ahem, falling from something really high)... Ursula decides that if she's going to die, it was going to be the most gruesome thing your six year-old eyes had ever seen.  Namely, getting impaled by a ship, while, simultaneously, being struck by lightning.

That, right there, is what makes a movie great.

#4 - Frozen

I know what you're saying.  "It's overhyped!"  "It's not that good!"  "I've heard that song a thousand times!"

Honestly, I wish Frozen had not been as hyped as it was, because the hype overshadows how excellent of a film it really is.  And let me set the record straight: I was not one of the fanboys and fangirls (and I use those terms with the deepest respect), who waited years for this movie to come out, and who rushed in on opening weekend to see it on a big screen.  I watched it on DVD, four months later, without high expectations.  And it surprised me.

Remember how Mulan took Disney's traditional tropes and flipped them around?  Frozen took the things Disney's been doing since 1937 (that's almost eighty years), flipped them upside down, drew faces on them with Sharpies, and threw them off the top of a mountain.  It was a story about familial love, with a Prince Charming who was actually a cold, manipulative villain, a socially-inept sidekick who turned out to be better than said Prince Charming, a talking snowman who (I'll get there), became the deepest character in the entire film, a soon-to-be-queen going through some serious depression, and a stir-crazy, eccentric heroine who talks to paintings and throws snowballs at giant, monstrous snow-creatures when they make her mad.

I could honestly write a thesis on this film—that's how much it's made me think—but I'll stick to the short version (because there are still three films left for me to write about, and this post is getting really long).  Frozen is, at its core, a metaphor for the dangers of repression.  And while fairly blatant, it's also incredibly effective.  ("Let it Go" anyone?)  Relatability is one of the most important characteristics a story can possess, and Frozen, in its metaphorical way, may be one of Disney's most relatable films.  Ever.

And since I mentioned it earlier, I'll explain why Olaf is the deepest character in the entire movie.  He knows he's going to melt.

Don't believe me?  Think about it.  Why would he avoid saying the word "puddle" if he didn't know that that was what he would become?  Still not convinced?  When Anna tells him that he'll melt, he doesn't ask "what does that mean."  He doesn't say "define the word melt."  He shows absolutely no surprise at the fact that his face is falling apart (if he hadn't known, don't you think he would have freaked out a bit), and says "some people are worth melting for."

There.  I rest my case.  Olaf is an embodiment of selflessness and optimism, and a representation of what it means to want something one can never have.  Now, before I really do write a thesis, I should move on.

#3 - Wreck-it-Ralph

I can sense your surprise.  "What?  Wreck-it-Ralph?  What the hell is that movie doing above films like Beauty and the Beast and The Little Mermaid?  It's a good movie, but number three in Disney's entire canon?"

Remember, back at Mulan, when I mentioned one shining exception to Disney's formula?  Here it is.  On the surface, Wreck-it-Ralph doesn't feel like a Disney movie.  There are no musical numbers, no princesses (well, at first), the romance is between secondary characters (and really for comedic effect), and the bad guy just wants people to stop treating him like a bad guy.  And instead of exploring magic and fairy tales, it explores the world of classic video games (creating quite possibly the most vibrant and complex world in Disney's entire canon).

In fact, Wreck-it-Ralph, with its zany intelligence and humor, almost feels like a Pixar movie, because it has the one thing that all of Pixar's greatest films share.

Heart.

Ralph just wants to be appreciated beyond his appointed role in life.  Vanellope just wants to do what she knows she was born (ahem, coded) to do.  Their conflicts are both internal and external, and both are intensely personal.  They are characters that an audience can root for without second thought, which sets their story apart from Disney's swathe of hard-to-relate, externally conflicted heroes.

Wreck-it-Ralph, at its core, is a film about identity, outcasts, and the true nature of heroism.  It's about accepting what you are, both outside and inside, and that sets it apart from the mass of films about secretly beautiful people or epic quests and journeys.  And its execution of those themes is stellar—so much so that it can be summed up in just the simple bad-anon oath.

"I'm bad, and that's good.  I will never be good, and that's not bad.  There's no one I'd rather be, than me."

It's not subtle... but when has Disney ever been subtle?  Nope.  Wreck-it-Ralph owns its themes, it owns its characters and its plot, and it owns its overflowing overabundance of heart.  It's not afraid to be what it is.  A truly fantastic film.

#2 - The Lion King

Naaaaaaaaaants ingonyaaaamaaa bagiti, Baba...

And with a Zulu phrase that translates to "Here comes a lion, Father," probably the most magnificent, awe-inspiring beginning in animated film history (let me know if you can think of a better opening number than "Circle of Life," because I can't) came into being, and the world was introduced to The Lion King.

The story of Simba is, in essence, a combination of everything Disney does best.  Its music (composed by the legendary Elton John) is utterly stellar, from the aforementioned "Circle of Life," to "Can You Feel the Love Tonight," to the utterly demonic "Be Prepared."  As an adaption... well Disney decided to take a departure from fairy tales into Shakespeare (though the resemblance to Hamlet is honestly, pretty loose), and it worked out beautifully.  Talking animals?  Check.  Moral lessons?  Check.  Pure epicness?  Check.  Evil villain?  Check.

The Lion King is another Disney movie about growing up, but its one of the few to actually depict its characters both as children and as adults.  That gives it the ability to show the repercussions of Simba's actions, and to allow him to take up his role as a hero.  Climactic and demonic, exploring all the good and evil of humanity (the sequence of the hyenas marching in the wasteland was modeled after Nazi Germany... take a second to think about the power behind that imagery)—The Lion King treads around theme of birthrights and responsibility, and is one of the few Disney movies to truly explore the death of a parent beyond its use as a plot device (I love you, Frozen, but still).  Over the course of the film, Simba becomes a fully realized character—a round, dynamic, hero of the best possible kind.  The Lion King is a feat of imagination and filmmaking (not just animation, but filmmaking in general—a work of magnificent humanity, of pain and empathy, set to incredible music and drawn to brilliant life.

Honorable Mentions

Before I get to number one, there are a few movies I have to mention (we'll call them Honorable Mentions) because I remember loving them, but it's been so many years since I've seen them that I can't make a good argument for their spot on this list.  In no particular order, they are: Treasure Planet, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and The Hunchback of Notre Dame.  And now...

#1 - Aladdin

If I had to credit one film of my childhood for my love of magic and mystery, there's no question in my mind which it would be.  While The Lion King may have the most majestic opening in animated film history, Aladdin's "Arabian Nights" is by far my favorite.  A mysterious peddler riding through an faraway city, about to tell a story about a seemingly innocuous golden lamp, with a slow, intriguing melody plays on drums and strings... it still makes me excited.  (If you weren't sure, it's where I got the title for this post).  And I'm almost nineteen.

Like the best stories, Aladdin is the combination of multiple narratives.  One is the tale of a lonely outcast who longs for a better life, but who never really feels like the hero (I'll argue that Aladdin is the closest Disney really comes to the realm of antiheroes).  Another is a tale of a greedy vizier who knows that magic is real, and seeks the greatest power of all.  A third, an incredibly powerful being living in slavery and longing not for more strength, but for freedom.  A fourth, a heroine reaching for escape from a monotonous life.  And when they combine... a compelling plot and a magical atmosphere that feels both normal and strange.  Natural, yet mysterious.

Magic, contributed by a genie in a lamp.  Robin Williams, Rest in Peace.  You made this movie great.

Alright, now that I've gotten that off my chest, I've got to mention the music.  Aladdin's soundtrack is another of Disney's very best, and the film perfectly balances the use of its songs with its dialogue (something that can't always be said for musicals).  "Friend Like Me" is a classic, and I'd argue the greatest character introduction in Disney's canon.  "Prince Ali" is an exercise in extravagance, that perfectly reflects the film's theme of Aladdin's shame at his status and his need for a facade.  "A Whole New World" stands with "Tale as Old as Time" as Disney's best love songs, and it truly captures Jasmine's exhilaration at finally experiencing life outside the palace walls.

In the end, while not the flashiest or most climactic of Disney's myriad of films, Aladdin, from its world to its characters to its powerful storytelling, is a masterpiece, and my pick for Disney's best animated movie.  Ever.

The End

Are you seriously still here?  You mean you actually read all of that?  Wow.  I'd give you a cookie, but I'd have to get out of my chair, and I'm too lazy for that.  Anyway, thanks for reading.  Come back sometime, and maybe I'll have had something else to say.

No promises though.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Thursday: Musical Depression

After that massive post yesterday that most likely bored my singular reader to death, I almost forgot to write one tonight.  As it is, this one will probably be pretty short, unless I come upon some incredibly fountain of inspiration at some point in the next twenty minutes.

Now I could talk about normal problems, such as the Calc test I’m pretty sure I failed this morning or the four extra hours I spent at school finishing the final issue of the newspaper (although that’s not a problem so much as it leaves me mentally exhausted).  However, I’ve got something on my mind that may seem oddly simple, and which anyone reading this should probably ignore, but which I feel like writing out.

I go on music binges.  I listen to different bands in giant bursts; sometimes for days on end, I’ll listen to a few songs or album wanting nothing but to hear the same voice and guitar and drums and style.  This week, the subject of my binge was Maroon 5… which I think has actually dropped me into a partial funk.  When you can’t stop listening to everything from This Love and Makes Me Wonder to Daylight and Payphone, despite the fact that each song is basically about failed love… well… it sounds melodramatic but it gets really damn depressing.

Which brings me to a point that was not the original point of this post (but dammit, this is my blog, and I do what I want), that Maroon 5 is really freaking depressing.  Besides maybe Moves Like Jagger, which is either about dancing or mental disease, every single Maroon 5 song is about messed-up love, abusive love, the need for love, the hatred of love, or the pain of having to abandon love.  In other words, I can’t listen to one of my favorite bands without being immediately depressed.  What a wonderful predicament.

SONG OF THE DAY: DAYLIGHT

I apologize to the purists and the critics, but Daylight is easily my favorite Maroon 5 song.  And it also happens to be the most depressing one of them all; it’s told by a guy who has found love, or at least something resembling it, and is being forced to leave.  This guy actually caught the green light, and has to let it go.

Adios.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Wednesday: The Green Light

Anyone who has ever gone through the American school system should know what that title is referring to; it is the central symbol of The Great Gatsby, one of the most widely read and celebrated works of American literature.

[To anyone who has not read the book, spoiler alert.  I can’t write this post without giving away pretty much every facet of the book.]

I remember picking it up less than a month ago with a feeling of trepidation; I’d been looking forward to Gatsby all semester, and I was afraid I would be disappointed.  Then I began to read, and I just couldn’t put the book down.  And now, looking back, I’m beginning to understand why that particular story is so resonant and compelling.

Jay Gatsby is almost a mythical figure.  He exists on a higher plane, seemingly reveling in his own flamboyant, ostentatious version of life.  The book’s narrator, Nick Carraway, both despises and admires everything that Gatsby stands for.  But the story holds another aspect.  Gatsby has attained his lifestyle with one goal; he wants to marry the girl of his dreams.  And so, he becomes a gangster and buys a mansion across the bay from his old flame, where he stands every night and watches the flickering green light at the end of her estate’s dock.  That light that symbolizes his dream.

But the light is always clouded by mist and fog, and, just like that, Gatsby’s dream finally falls apart.  Daisy Buchanan rebuffs him after he and Tom, her husband, fight.  So close to achieving his greatest desire, Gatsby falls backward without anyone to catch him.  He clings onto his dream until his death, at the hands of a grief stricken man who believes Gatsby was responsible for his wife’s death (read the book).  Gatsby dies floating in his pool, looking at that distant green light, as his phone begins to ring.

With that scene, so many different emotions swirl that it’s hard to distinguish individual ones.  At the center is fear, that fear that all of us hold, that we will never be able to achieve that one lasting dream.  That we will die reaching toward that green light in the distance, knowing that, if given just one more second, we’d be able to finally grasp it.  That we will fall backward into the void, our last sight being that glow as it fades from iridescent green to midnight black.  It’s a fear of failure, a fear of death, and a fear of never being able to reach what we want utmost from life.  It is longing in its most basic form, a longing so harsh that it eats away until there is nothing left.

SONG OF THE DAY: PAYPHONE

And yet, Gatsby’s death is almost enviable; he dies with the telephone ringing, with the hope that Daisy is calling and asking for him to run back home with her.  He never knows that it’s only Nick, checking up on his friend.  He never sees his empty funeral.  He dies hoping, thinking that he’s about to finally touch that elusive green light.  But, of course, no one puts it better than Fitzgerald in one of the greatest final pages I’ve ever read.

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

I leave you with that simple thought.  Adios.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tuesday: A Fresh Start

I’ve been debating with myself whether I should give a huge review of the past year, or whether I should drop my two readers little tidbits here and there whenever I run out of ideas.  Seeing as that particular predicament occurs fairly often, I feel like that would be the best idea.  So, apologies, but no year in review for you at the moment.  Instead, I feel like rambling.

Along with my aunts and uncles that invade the Jersey Shore every spring around this time, I view Memorial Day as the unofficial start of summer; it’s when the world really starts to heat up, when school really begins to wind down, and when people decide that public pools are once again acceptable venues.  This being the day after Memorial Day… well, it should be a little special, shouldn’t it?

Aside from one occurrence that I won’t archive on here for certain, definable reasons… today was pretty damn special.  For one, I didn’t fall asleep once, which has been a constant problem this year.  Seriously.  It almost cost me a bunch of math tests because I slept through our entire unit on logarithms.  Although, at the same time, that could have just been due to my dislike of logarithms.

Sorry, random tangent.  Bringing it back around.

Yet, even more awesome than not falling asleep at all was the first meeting for Encore Singers, my school’s most prestigious choir, of which I am incredibly and almost unfairly lucky to be a part (my audition was uncharacteristically good).  We have this tradition at this meeting where everyone sings the national anthem, and then the seniors move away and listen to the underclassmen sing it again.  Let me just say… we sounded quite a bit better than I thought we were going to.  I am really, really looking forward to next year.

SONG OF THE DAY: STARLIGHT

Like I said, over the past eleven months I’ve discovered some pretty awesome music, both by old favorites and some new musicians and bands.  And, to one of my reader’s dismay, I will continue to torture you with songs every night.

Adios.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Monday: A Watershed Moment

It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?

Maybe I should just start at the beginning.  Welcome (back) to Internet Junk, the blog I abandoned for about a year as I drowned myself in assorted piles of schoolwork and social problems, thereby making myself a completely normal American high-school student.  The only downside, aside from very nearly going insane about a month ago, was that I was forced to abandon old haunts like this one.

But I felt like coming back, and hopefully this time I might actually be able to keep a simple promise.  One post, every night.  No more, no less.  Although I’m sure no one will read it, just like it has always been, I’m hoping I might be able to expel some of that latent energy that’s been building up all year here into the endless chasms of the Internet.

But, in the spirit of tradition, I will make my first post back short and sweet.  Tomorrow, if, for some reason, you feel like coming back, you’ll get the massive consortium of the last several months.  Or maybe I’ll space it out over the summer, when things get boring.  Either could work.

SONG OF THE DAY: PICTURES

Perhaps the best part of this past year is all the new music I’ve managed to hear, either from hearing random songs or from the Voice (of which I am a shameless addict).  There will be no more weeklong strings of Rise Against or Linkin Park; this time, I’ll try to branch out a bit.  Try new things.  After all, isn’t this supposed to be a watershed moment?

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Saturday: Slow Start

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
-Ferris Bueller's Day Off

 This will be a short one tonight, seeing as I don't have much time.  You might also notice the change in format again.  I'm back on my Mac, mostly because it's 72 degrees with 0% humidity in my basement compared to the 85 and 95% in my room.  Slightly because I messed something up on that first run-through with my computer and I had to do it again.  So... the laptop is once again in a state of Limbo.

However I think I might have come out of it a little bit.  I feel a bit better now.  Maybe summer was just getting off to a slow start and it just started to pick up.  Or maybe there still is something nasty waiting around the corner, but I just don't care about it anymore.  Maybe it's just that I had a few heavy decisions weighing on my mind yesterday, and I've made up my mind on them.

Honestly, it could just be the fact that I watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and it's getting in my head.  Definitely in my Top Ten.  Maybe Top Five... I'll have to think about that one.  It's just a funny movie.  And I don't usually go for older comedies, even if they're only from 1986.  There's just something about it that I just... like.  Bravado maybe.  I really don't know.  And the soundtrack is pretty good too.

SONG OF THE DAY: WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG

Sorry for the short post today, I promise I'll make it a little big longer tomorrow.  Maybe the air conditioner will be back on again and I won't have to withdraw to the basement for fear of heat stroke.  Adios.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Friday: Limbo

School is out for another year.  I took my last two finals today, which should mean a few days of seemingly endless relaxation before the truth sets in that summer doesn’t last forever.  But I feel weird today.  It doesn’t feel like summer to me at all, not yet.  It doesn’t even feel close to summer, or at least what summer used to feel like.  I used to get an adrenaline rush around this time of year, knowing that I had three months to waste in whatever way I wanted.

But this year… something’s off.  Something just feels wrong somehow.  I don’t know what it is; the finals went fine.  I finished with an A in Spanish and aced the Physics final.  English and Health were pretty easy, and that AP test passed more than three weeks ago.  I’m good with everything else too, nothing wrong with family or friends.  I have an idea of the story I want to write over the summer, and I honestly feel like I have the time and ability to finish it this time.

Still though, something feels funny.  Maybe I’m being paranoid, but it seems like there’s a nasty surprise right around the corner that I’m about to run into at full force.  Do you know that feeling when you walk into a dark room and instinctively want to check behind the door for a murderer?  No?  Well, imagine it.  That’s exactly what I feel like right now.

SONG OF THE DAY: KOTOV SYNDROME

Or maybe I’m just spending a few days in Limbo, that place between heaven and hell.  Maybe I just can’t believe that another school year is over.  I never was good with change.

But that still doesn’t explain why, three days ago, I felt so right.  I couldn’t wait for this afternoon, when I could finally relax again.  And now I feel like I want to look over my shoulder every other second because my instincts are screaming that there’s something unexpected waiting around the corner.

Adios.  I’ll see you all tomorrow.  Maybe by then this little bout of paranoia will finally be over.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Thursday: Swan Song

There is an old myth about a special kind of swan that, during its lifetime, never makes a single sound.  But, just before the moment of its death, this mute swan sings a beautiful song.  Of course, the myth is a load of crap.  The mute swan does make a sound during its lifetime.  It hisses.  And it does not sing before it dies.

But we still call it a Swan Song, that one act of valor or magnificence before the end.  Swan Song, Last Stand, Final Moments, all idiomic names for the same thing.  That final act, just before the end, when someone shows that they’re not completely done with this life.

We all seem to be obsessed with it.

So, what is it about this final moment that fascinates us?  It’s everywhere; in every TV show and movie, in every book and play, there’s always a final stand where someone stands up and charges head-on into the enemy’s mouth, usually delivering some of them to their ends as well.  But why is it everywhere?

Is it the idea of standing up for what we believe in?  Is that it?  Is it the idea that, no matter what the enemy does, that they can never steal our souls?  Is that swan song a way of showing them that they haven’t won, and that they never will?

Is it the idea of taking up arms against a sea of troubles, the adrenaline rush of blasting full-on into enemy lines while knowing that there’s no chance at all that we’ll win?  Is it that inherently human desire to go out with more than a whimper, to be remembered?

Perhaps sometimes it is a selfless act of honor, when someone knows that their end is set in stone, but the finales of those around them are not.  Think about the passengers of Flight 93, almost eleven years ago.  Was that a swan song?  I think it was.

Or maybe it’s the idea of redemption.  The idea that, no matter what awful things we’ve done in our lives, we can make up for them in that one moment of valor.  Redemption.  The word itself feels good to say.  It’s something I think everyone yearns for in their own way, no matter how few or how many sins they’ve committed in their lifetime.  Who cares if there’s a god, an afterlife, a heaven or hell?  We just want that final moment to be ours, and to feel good about ourselves inside it.

SONG OF THE DAY: IN THE END

I think I picked this song today because, if you just take the surface value it’s wrong.  It does matter what we do In the End.  Perhaps that’s what matters most of all.  And I think, if you listen to it as many times as I do, this song might just start to say that.

I hope I’ve given you something to think about tonight.  Thanks for reading my one hundredth post.  It’s been fun, and I hope you’re still here when I hit two hundred.  Goodnight.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Wednesday: On the Clock

I swear, sooner or later I am going to run out of names for posts.  This is my 99th post.  Sure, it's taken me a little over a year to get here... but I got here.  And tomorrow night I'll be back on my actual computer to make my centennial post, somewhere I honestly never thought I'd get.  And I have to think of an awesome name for it, so I guess you could say that I'm now on the clock.

Why will I be back on my actual computer you ask?  Those recovery disks came in the mail much more quickly than the website said, so it's currently fixing itself as I type.  I want to get an iota of sleep tonight, so I probably won't stay up to nurse it completely back to health.  But I'll be home early tomorrow, one of the only benefits of finals week, so I'll have plenty of time to reintroduce myself to my usual internet portal.

Oh yeah... did I mention finals tomorrow?  Fun stuff.  Spanish and then Physics, back to back with a fifteen minute buffer zone in between.  Two hours each of total mindfuckery.  Although I enjoy the mindfuckery of Physics, it's the fun kind of mindfuckery.  And I actually have a chance to do well on it.  However the Spanish version can be compared to being forced to drink molten lava above an active volcano.  We took the speaking part today... yeah... a 92 isn't the greatest grade when everyone else gets a 100.  But then again most of it is verb tenses... ALL of the 10... 12... 14... however many verb tenses Spanish has.  We seem to be discovering a new one every week.

But then I'm done with Spanish after tomorrow.  Done.  Forever.  Unless they force me to take it in college.  Or maybe in college I'll take Beginning French.  I hear they only have 6 verb tenses.

SONG OF THE DAY: THAT'S WHAT YOU GET

Different choice of song today.  No Rise Against, or Linkin Park.  Just a really good song I found the other day while trawling Youtube.  And sorry for the short post today, but I figured you (my one or two readers) deserves a break after my last two uber-long posts.  Though... just a warning... Post #100 is going to be a little bit longer than most.

Adios, mis amigos.  Solo está dos días de el año escolar.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Tuesday: Great Expectations

I have one day of classes left.  One day left of sophomore year.  I can't believe it's over; I honestly can't believe it.  Normally I feel good when summer comes.  I love summer; I love endless days of relaxation and sleep when I actually have time to write good stuff.  And I'm ready for it; I'm not sure how much more school I could take before mental exhaustion sets in.  But still, I really enjoyed this year.  It was better than last year, better than pretty much every other year of my entire life.  The only one that gives it any competition is 8th grade... but that's a long backstory I don't have time to get into.

So, maybe this is kind of a homage to sophomore year.  From the last day of finals, that glorious moment when the bell rang and Spanish 2 let out for the last time... that was the beginning.  Last summer is my favorite, no question about it, for a lot of really personal reasons that I'm not going to plaster all over the Internet... even if no one is going to read it.

Then school started... but it didn't slow down.  I was in my element in Gov, which finally gave me an idea of what I want to do in the future.  For the first time I was one of the best in a math class, and I honestly still miss Geometry, as crazy as that sounds.  That class was just inherently fun for me.  I discovered that I could actually draw stuff, even if it was limited to a computer.  And I managed to get pretty good grades while doing it too.

Then, second semester came, and for a while it felt like the year was going downhill.  But two more awesome teachers pulled it back up and made Physics and English highlights of a day that really needed them.  I met some awesome people on the Choir Trip and felt awesome for a while, but I also got a few (deserved) kicks in the ego that brought me back down to size. And in the last week a bunch of things have changed.  I'll have more responsibilities next year, which I'm half-looking forward too and half-just taking a deep breath.  I've finished the classes with a bang, and I hope I can follow that up on the finals that are coming up in less than 48 hours.

What am I trying to say?  Nothing really.  I'm paying homage to an amazing year in my own way, by immortalizing it on the Internet for one or two people to read.  Of course there are things that I didn't say, things that I wouldn't say anywhere outside the confines of my mind... but all in all I think this is a fitting tribute to an incredible year.

And as for junior year, I have great expectations.  You have a lot to live up to.  So get at it.

SONG OF THE DAY: BURN IT DOWN

This is a new song from their new album coming out this summer, late June to be more exact.  There are only a few bands whose albums I get legitimately exited for (not Ok Go, sorry Anthony), and Linkin Park is one of them.  But I'll let you judge for yourself.

Adios para ahora mis amigos.  Hasta luega.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Monday: Order from Chaos

Order from Chaos is an interesting idea if you really think about it.  It's the idea that, among every infinitesimal blade of grass on this Earth, there is something working to keep everything together, to make sure the right people meet the right people, to give everyone the best chance at success.  Or maybe the stars only align for a few people once or twice in their lives, but when they do they never forget the order that emerged from the world's complete and utter chaos.  Stars have aligned for me more than once, in little periods of time I've heard called watershed moments.  One small event triggers another, each one appearing small in its own right.  But then, some time later, you look back and realize that that one small event created order from chaos and transformed your life.

In physics, I believe that they call that Chaos Theory.  In regular day people-speak, it's called the Butterfly Effect.

Am I saying that I believe that a butterfly flapping its wings in South America could cause a typhoon in Japan?  In simple terms... yes.  It's almost infinitely unlikely that such a thing would happen, but if everything comes into place that butterfly could be (unintentionally) responsible for a natural disaster.

Here, let's try and example.  A certain friend of mine hears a song while watching WWE, and thinks that I might like it.  I would never watch WWE, so if I hadn't been friends with this person for years, and if we hadn't had a tradition of exchanging songs, this would never have happened in the first place.  But he sends me the song, and I listen a couple of times.  At first I don't really like it, but it starts to grow on me.  Before long I've downloaded it and I'm looping it with a couple other songs while I write a really awesome story I had thought up at around that same time.  Over the course of a summer it becomes my favorite song of all time, and the soundtrack for a story that wouldn't be nearly as alive in my mind without the song to fuel it.

Then, in the fall, my Computer Art teacher decides to be absent for a day and a substitute fills in, one who lets us listen to music while we're working.  (The fact that I was even in Computer Art is another, albeit shorter, string of Butterfly Effect circumstances).  I happened to bring my headphones that day, because I'd found a new song the night before that I'd wanted to listen to on the bus.  I plug them into the computer and go to Yahoo Radio, not Pandora, not Playlist, not any of the other million music streaming sites.  On Yahoo Radio I hear another song from the same band that does the first song, and I happen to like it enough to write down its name.  I go home and listen to it again, and I download it.

A little while later I decide to check out some more songs by the band.  I listen to the rest of this album, and then decide to download it.  I listen to it all the way through, and then focus on a couple songs.  Over a few more months I learned a lot of lessons from that music, and the band grew on me enough that I decided to download another of their albums.  And then another.  Then another.  And with each new song I learn something new; each new song helps shape me in a new way.  I'm a better person because of music, and, crazy as it sounds, that band's music has helped me discover new things.

Finally, during the Choir Trip back in April, I meet an awesome girl and come home, which in itself is another string of Butterfly Effect circumstances.  But because of this, I decide to download the two Rise Against (for that is the band's name) albums that I didn't have at that point.  They're both the earliest albums, rough and raw-sounding, but I found some awesome songs on them that continued to help shape me.  I sit here now, at the end of sophomore year, writing an entire post that stems from a five-second decision a friend of mine made last summer to send me a song, and about all of the circumstances that stemmed from that.

If that's not Order from Chaos, I don't know what is.

SONG OF THE DAY: SATELLITE

That's the song.  Satellite by Rise Against.  The lyrics are forever ingrained into my head.

"Because we won't back down, we won't run and hide.  Because these are the things that we can't deny.  I'm passing over you like a satellite, so catch me if I fall."

Powerful stuff, even though Anthony might disagree.  What can I say.  Thanks for sending this song to me buddy.  Adios.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Sunday: Powering Down

I won't say that having no computer is nice... but it lets you slow down a bit.  I read about a hundred and fifty pages into the Stephen King book that came out last November called 11/22/63, primarily because I had nothing to distract me.  So far it's shaping up to be really good.  Stephen King likes to put places, events, and characters into multiple books, which kind of connects everything he's ever written.  This book has some really strong connections to IT, which just so happens to be my favorite book of all time.  I won't say it's nice to read about the town from IT again; that place is decidedly not nice.  But it is weirdly nostalgic to meet a few old favorite characters and see a small yet new part of their storyline.

Other than that I finally got my desk fixed today, and for some reason my room is not longer suffocatingly humid and hot.  I doubt cleaning it up had anything to do with that, but it might have helped the atmosphere in there just a little bit.  The place is definitely a bit more spacious without the stacks of old papers and books lying everywhere...

And oh yeah, only five more days of school left until the long, warm expanse known as Summer.  Summer is shaping up to be pretty damn nice this year, seeing as it's one or two weeks longer than usual.  Although I will be a bit busier than usual, with a possible internship with a state representative and my usual volunteer work for Science in the Summer.  But at least I'll get to write.  A lot.  And maybe I can finally finish a story longer than sixty-eight pages.

SONG OF THE DAY: ALIVE AND WELL

I'm not sure what exactly it is about this song that makes me like it.  It's manic-paced, and the singer (whose name happens to be Tim), sings the entire thing on that delicate borderline between screaming and singing... something that I have grown to like.  It also happens to be the first song of their first album... so that makes it kind of cool.  To have a band's career start out with a song called "Alive and Well," well, it seems cliche but I still like it.

You'll learn I can be a sucker for cliche.  Goodbye for another night.  I should be getting my real computer fixed in... eight days and counting.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Saturday: Computer Hazard

Wonderful, wonderful news.  My computer is currently in a state of limbo.  Which means there are a bunch of somewhat... essential... files missing because I messed something up.  Best case scenario: it's back online in about a week, probably by June 12th.  I will be posting every night though, same as always.  I'll just have to find a random computer that I can use.  I know there are probably about ten 20-year-old Macs lying in a closet somewhere... maybe I can use one of them.

So, what happened today?  I got to spring cleaning a bit late, seeing as I had nothing to do after my computer departed for the afterlife.  I managed to recycle more paper than can probably fit on a boat the size of Madagascar, all old school work I don't need anymore.  I think all of the dust gave me a headache though, which right now is making sure I pay attention.  Nevermind.  No one really wants to hear about me sifting through old Geometry projects, and I don't really want to talk about it.

SONG OF THE DAY: PAPER WINGS

Oh look, the format is all messed up again and it's messing with my OCD.  Wonderful.  Wonderful.  Wonderful wonderful wonderful.  Goodnight empty Internet.  I will not see you in the morning.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Friday: Lightningrod

Since I only have about fifteen minutes to get this post up and running tonight (ah, just like the good old days of last summer), I’ll start with the least boring part of my day.  In Physics, our teacher decided to roll out this big metal ball that’s actually a generator and shock himself several times with miniature lightning-bolts.

As I’m sure you could guess, it was extremely entertaining.

But that’s not all.  After enough ooh-ing and aah-ing, he invited us up to stand in a line and create a nice big human circuit.  I got shocked twice.  Some people volunteered to get shocked a third time.  I said no.  I don’t enjoy feeling all of my muscles stop for a half-second.  It’s not pleasant.  Although I’m sure there are some people who are into that kind of thing.

Then, following the massive Van Der Graaf generator (legitimately what it’s called), we held the first half of mock trial in Government.  I, being the idiot that I am, decided that I would ad-lib an opening statement.  It did not go well.  Fortunately for me though, the prosecutor wasn’t extremely… eloquent with words either.  So we started off on the same foot.  Still, the interviews, or interrogations as I like to think of them as, were a bit more fun.  No verdict until Monday though.  My only question is whether I should wear a tie again…

Afterschool, I went down to the library with my awesome girlfriend to eat ice cream sundaes and talk about books.  Yeah, you read that right too.  I know I’m weird.  It’s one of my best qualities.

SONG OF THE DAY: GREAT AWAKENING

Honestly, Anthony, this is just to annoy you because I know how much you hate songs with even a little screaming.  This one is about half-and-half, but I still really like it.  I don’t expect many other people to though.

Four minutes to midnight!  Close, but you haven’t beaten me yet!  Adios, mis amigos.  Hasta luega!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Thursday: So Much To Say…

…so little time!  Ah, I remember this wonderful, wonderful feeling.  Twenty minutes or so to post something that won’t make any of your brains explode from boredom.  Hey, I can do that!

So, what happened today?  Spanish is becoming (who am I kidding, has become) a second bedroom.  Honestly, I can’t keep my eyes open in there.  Every word is torture.  Although today we had to write five-week diets (yes, diets), for a person trying to lose weight.  One of my friends in my group decided to call it “Project: Lose an Olsen Twin.”

I’m not sure if the teacher liked it all that much…

Moving on, Physics got even more interesting today with the entrance of a member of the rare species known as “high school assistant principal.”  My teacher made a mistake of not writing something on the board that he probably should have written, but he somehow managed to lighten the blow by having our assistant principal tell a story about projectile-pooping buffalo.

Yes, you read that right.  It was pretty entertaining.  What was even more entertaining?  Trying to figure out the physics behind it.

In Government we were told that we had T – 24 hours until Mock Trial… so I spent all of Gym planning for my argument.  I get to be defense attorney in a murder case, but not a typical murder case.  I also get to cross-examine witnesses, which is the part I’m REALLY looking forward too.  That’s where all of the traps are set, or at least that’s how it works on Law & Order.

In other news, I have another big responsibility for next year.  I am now Editor-in-Chief for our school newspaper.  Yeah, it was a surprise to me too.  But a really, really nice one.

SONG OF THE DAY: AMBER CHANGING

This song seems to keep playing in my head for some reason; every time something good happens it’s like that band in my head strikes up the opening guitar riff.  Maybe it’s my victory song; the lyrics certainly make sense for that.

Anyway, adios amigos.  The world is warm, the sun is shining, I only have four days of Spanish left.  Happy summer days are ahead!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wednesday: Under the Lights

Tonight was a fun night.  Well, the single event that occurred tonight was a fun one.  The awards ceremony up at school had a couple welcome surprises.  For one, the auditorium was actually cold.  This is the same auditorium that usually feels like the Sahara in August.  And even wearing a suit, I didn’t feel hot.  That in itself is incredible.

And second?  There came a nice moment of synergy when they handed out the awards for the school’s government classes, and I got to stand next to my good buddy (as he calls it) Anthony and take a couple pictures.  He said poetic.  I say… well… destined?  We’re complete political opposites who both love arguing about government… so you can imagine how a debate between us turns out.  (Hint: we’ve hit the 500 comment mark on Facebook more than once.  I think once we might have even hit 800.)  But he deserved it, (no word on me… not sure if I deserve half of the compliments people give me… but I still accept them), and we got to stand up there shoulder to shoulder just like back in 5th grade and 8th grade and all of those other grades in between.

Other than that… well… today was pretty uneventful.  I almost fell asleep several times in Spanish, until my teacher asked us if anyone knew about the Barnes Museum that just opened in Philly.  Since apparently I am the only one in that room who goes to art museums… I got to give a quick little monologue about how awesome all of the art and all of the metal doohickeys are.  And yes, there is no other word to describe them.  Doohickey pretty much sums it up.

SONG OF THE DAY: TWO TICKETS TO PARADISE

And now I get to look forward to Mock Trial, which is the only semi-fun part of the school year left before Finals.  I got voted defense attorney for my class (because apparently I’ve achieved the coveted rank of being popular among honors kids… wahoo), so thanks for that one guys.  Now just to destroy everyone else with my trusty assistant (whom I still have not chosen…) and the school year will be officially complete in my book.

Adios, mis amigos.  Hasta mañana.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Tuesday: Back on Track

It feels good to be back, it honestly does.  It’s been at least nine months since I actually sat down and cared about this; those few posts in February were more like a half-hearted attempt to revitalize something that wasn’t ready to come back.  But now I’m ready and it’s time to return to my old post of boring you to death with type.

Now where should we start?  School seems boring, but at least today it makes for the best backstory.  Spanish was annoying, as always.  I might have actually fallen asleep this time; I’m really not sure.  I probably have at one time or another, without even actually realizing it.  We got back a couple papers.  I looked at some corrections.  And I was reintroduced to what might be the worst grading system ever invented.  Anything else new?

I thought not.

But then things livened up after that.  In Physics we got to watch the teacher shock himself with a Tesla Coil.  Several times.  It was incredibly fun to watch for something that… well… probably shouldn’t be all that fun to watch.  Electricity is fun until you have to attack it with math.  At that point all you’ll want to do is take handfuls of fire and smite whatever lowly piece of paper is forcing you to add those ever-so-annoying vectors.

Then came the forty minute block of AP Gov, where all we’ve done for the last several days is watch Air Force One in forty minute increments.  We’re almost done by now; we left off right before the ending.

I hate it when that happens.

Then came Gym.  Eighty minutes of sweat in a ninety-three degree echo chamber better known as the Auxiliary Gym.  At least we had the option to sit around and do nothing.

I, being the idiot that I am, didn’t take that option.  I decided that playing basketball sounded like a good idea.  Moving on….

Things actually got interesting in English.  We read a story from Greek mythology about this guy named Prometheus (no, not the movie.  Though that does look good).  I already knew the story, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun to read about the guy who gave humans fire and intelligence.  And then we read about Pandora’s Box, and about how Zeus created a woman with inherent curiosity to unleash war, famine, and hatred upon the world.

But she released the angel of hope too.  We can’t forget that.

Oddly enough, I started writing a new story last night.  The title?  “Pandora’s Box.”  Interesting (and somewhat creepy) coincidence.

SONG OF THE DAY: SWING LIFE AWAY

 

Here you go, two versions of the same awesome song.  One is the original.  One is by my awesome girlfriend.

How’s that for an incredibly long post (compared to what I usually do), written in a little under twenty minutes?  I’m not completely back; this is nowhere near my best work… but I’m close.  And it feels good.

Until tomorrow, adios.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Monday: Semper Fi

Oh hey, look what I found!  It's been a while since I've seen this place, but there's something familiar about it.  Hmm... oh yeah, it's all coming back to me now.  Blogging, what fun.  Every night, wasting some time to tell the world stuff that they never wanted to hear.  Oh joy.

...After all, there is a reason that this is called Internet Junk.

But hey, if you're here reading this... well option one says you must be crazy.  I haven't posted this link anywhere in almost a year, so that means you bookmarked it and have been following religiously ever since.  Well, I must say, I'm flattered you love me so much.  But at this point that might be considered borderline-stalkerish.

Though, seeing as I haven't posted so much as a digit of binary on here since February, you must be going through a bit of Internet Junk-withdrawal.  And after all, it would be my civic duty to cure you wouldn't it?

Or, option two, you're Anthony.  (Hey buddy, I'm back!)

But hey, whoever you might be, I don't mind.  I know my last two attempts to revitalize this aging hunk of Internet Junk have failed miserably, the last one so much so that I never even signed off... but with the summer ahead of me maybe I can get back on track.  We'll call this post #1, hopefully the first of many to come.

And I'm rhyming... that's never a good sign.  I guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow night for the first real post, but I haven't forgotten my old sign off.

SONG OF THE DAY: BROKEN ENGLISH

Alright my friends.  Welcome, once again, to the show that (hopefully) never ends.  (Oh wahoo... more rhyming.  I must be more tired than I'd thought...)  Sayonara.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

#2 – Tuesday: Let’s See…

I think I might be getting the hang of this again.  Or at least I remembered to do it tonight.  Though I can see what will happen if I don’t budget my time in the future; this is going to use up a good twenty minutes every night.  Oh well… it’s still kind of fun to vent every thought you don’t mind sharing on the Internet where anyone can see it.

Or at least I think it is.

Let’s start today in Spanish… or what was actually Spanish Part I.  We watched a video for and hour.  That’s an improvement over how it’s been for the last two weeks.  This class might not actually be that bad after all.

Then in Physics we have a test, so all is silent and still.  I know I messed up at least one question, but I still think I did reasonably well.  Though apparently all tests from now on will be hell… so I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts.

Now Gov was the interesting part of the day.  Our sub was either having a really bad day or he’s just one of those people in a perpetual mood of annoyance.  He let us talk for five minutes, and then reprimanded us for talking for five minutes, then let us work in groups (also known as talk) for the rest of the class.  It was interesting.

Health was average, again, as usual.  I think I actually prefer Gym.

English was actually not as awesome as usual.  I didn’t do the greatest job on the Les Misérables quiz, and the pronouns kind of escaped me today.  Or maybe it was just the lead up for Spanish Part Dos.

Since I have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow (which incidentally means I’ll probably be in pain for the rest of the week), I miss Spanish.  And of course, the one day I miss Spanish, we have to do a composition.  So while everyone was going home I went over to 157 and sat down for another eighty minutes of writing a five-paragraph essay in pure Español.  It ended pretty well though… or at least I didn’t fail miserably like I thought I would.  And there was almost no homework to worry about tonight, so that’s a plus too.

SONG OF THE DAY: AUDIENCE OF ONE

So that was my utterly boring day that I’m sure no one would ever want to read about at any point in their short earthly life.  I think I just haven’t gotten the hang of this back… but I should at some point.  I mean, I was never this awful before.

At least, I hope I wasn’t.  Goodnight.

Monday, February 6, 2012

#1 – Monday: Historia Calamitatum

If you’re wondering where that title comes from… well I’ll get there, eventually.  First thing’s first though, welcome back to Internet Junk.  And actually, that’s as much for you as it is for me.  It’s my hope that I might be able to budget my time better this semester… so maybe I’ll be back every night like those good old times back in freshman year.  Don’t count on it though; this is just a test.  But it feels good, and who knows?

So how does this go again?  Right… I outline my day. I’m a little rusty, so forgive me if this is long, rambly, or really boring.  I know it’ll probably be all three.  So… Spanish wasn’t as bad as usual, I usually don’t mind when we get to waste a half-hour in a group brainstorming.  The rest was then filled with a video and mostly just talking… so I escaped that infierno alive for another day.

Now after Spanish my day suddenly becomes great.  Physics… I don’t care what we’re doing.  I don’t care that it’s two hours long.  The teacher is awesome and I really wouldn’t mind just sitting in there and doing labs all day.  I think I found that one area of science that I really like.

Then comes the shortened forty minutes of Gov… where we almost never get anything done.  And since I’m writing a bit more than I expected, I’ll skip ahead a bit.  Health was meh, as usual.  I almost fixed a computer but fell a bit short; that was the highlight.  Then English was great as usual, even though the grammar makes me feel like I’m back in fifth grade.  Note: being a writer doesn’t mean you’re good with grammar.

Now back to that confusing title.  If you googled it by now, Historia Calamitatum is the name of an old French autobiography.  That’s not what I’m referring to.  This is what I’m referring to:

SONG OF THE DAY: HISTORIA CALAMITATUM

Everyone has an anthem song.  This is not mine.  But everyone also has a rage song, or at least that’s what I call it.  Whenever I get really angry about something, so angry that I feel like punching a wall no matter how badly it hurts, I turn this song on.  That opening guitar cuts straight through everything, and by the end I’m usually a bit more relaxed than when I started.

So for today it’s the title, and yes there’s something hidden deep inside there.  I doubt anyone will be able to guess what exactly that thing is though.  And so, for tonight, I say goodnight.  And I hope I’ll see you all again tomorrow… or at least the one or two of you that ever read this piece of Junk in the first place.