uncreative title!!!

Yes. So. This touch typing thing's a bitch. Not as much of a bitch as not knowing at all... it's a process, like life, or the Krebs Cycle.

I had more emo things to say, but it's more like I just need to keep adjusting.

I went climbing again, but I was third wheel with climbers who were lead climbing, so I ended up bouldering most of the night. Not a bad thing, really, since I'm weak as all get out these days. I think I was mainly lamenting the fact that I had been certified for a brief period of time but due to my never getting my leading card and subsequently never practicing, I failed the test when I took it at another gym. I think my mom was unfair then, because she expected me to act like I knew what I was doing when I effectively had no idea what I was doing. Sorry I'm transparent. Gosh.

Anyway. So now I want to get certified again, however, I'm wondering if making that a top priority would be a mistake. Among other things I need to fuckin' make some art, animations, look at art schools, apply to art schools, and pass the classes I'm taking at this school (and getting tutoring in bio, let's not forget. I did manage to squeak a B on the exam, though...) Anyway, is the reason I want to lead climb based on an actual desire to lead climbs, which I am deathly afraid of, or is it solely because I want to feel more like I belong?

Life really isn't that bad. I don't know if I'll be sore like I was last week. I did do more bouldering today. It must've been sad to watch me; I was climbing easy rated climbs, falling off, only to proceed to get back on and further punish myself for not being able to lead. I hope the routes weren't so easy that I didn't get a work out; I definitely sweated, albeit not as much as last week. On a less horrible note, the two climbs I did do were tens, one that I failed on last week, and I made it up both of them without cheating! I can't say I red pointed them, since I think I fell during both of them, but they were more successful than last week's attempts. Near the end I could tell my partner was getting impatient- I'm pretty sure I got pulled up the wall a bit.

My mom's actually taking me climbing on saturday, which'll be nice on a few counts: first, I won't have to negotiate thursday evening crowds, which are brutal because of cheaper admission fees. Second, I won't be third wheeling it, and third, I won't have to worry about being abandoned... I hope XD Maybe I'll get her to show me how to lead... again. I'll be like, BELONGING TO A NEBULOUS GROUP OF PEOPLE IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN... THE FUTURE. She'll probably talk to me about the future, too, and I'll just awkwardly nod my head and mumble yes. As usual.

I just hit ctrl D. My blog menu's in french, and the command was 'brouillon', whatever that means. Gotta check this on larousse... apparently 'brouillon' stands for rough draft.

Mehhh... I need to know more climbers. Actually, I really need to prioritize, because there are so many things. So. Many. Things.

I was gonna say at least I don't have to be certified to go to running club tomorrow except WAIT I CAN'T I HAVE TO GO TO A WEDDING REHEARSAL WITH MY FRIEND. Fuck dangit, commitments. I HATE MAKING PLANS MONTHS IN ADVANCE. WHO THE CRAP DOES THAT.

MY LIFE ISN'T BAD. WHY DO I COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING LIKE IT IS.

I need to sleep. Bio's difficult enough when I'm fully awake. This is what college does to me. I stay up 'til one helping decorate a lounge, and now look at me. The guy who suckered me into it has a crush on one of my climbing friends, and this I confirmed when upon returning to my dorm he asked me about her. Poor girl. I WISH SOMEONE ASKED MY FRIENDS ABOUT ME, except maybe that would be creepy. Or maybe it would be normal. Fuck if I know. I wish that someone WANTED to ask my friends about me.

Engh... fuck that shit. Needs moar hyperbole and a half.

I NEEDS DIRECTION

Dreams have a funny way of being completely irrelevant for a majority of the time, and then, once in a great while, perfectly reflecting your state of mind in a totally recognizable way.

For instance. I had a dream in which I was trapped in a parallel universe (because that's the only kind of universe there is these days). This universe greatly resembled EMU, but there was a way to escape: all I had to do was solve a four variable equation. One of the variables involved calculating the top running speed of a particularly fat cat. I remember walking up a hill and thinking, if only I had a year to sleep and figure this out. I seemed to know that I was in a dream, because I didn't want to wake up and waste an opportunity to be proactive in my dream life... for once.

Basically, this is how I feel in waking life: I'm trapped, and while I am enjoying myself, I'm terrified of perpetually spinning wheels and not getting to where I need to be. So good for you, subconscious, for creating something relevant and timely.

ehhh

In college now. It's actually pretty swell, considering it's not art school. I'm like, meeting people! Like fellow rock climbers and slack liners.

Also, lack of scanner equals not very many doodles posted. Sad. BUT AT LEAST I'M LEARNING HOW TO TOUCH TYPE. I have bio to thank for that.

Peace y'all. All three of you.

8(... or 8D

I was reading another miserable freshman post on reddit, and then I remembered... I'm going to college this Saturday! Holy Shit! This is awesome/terrifying!

The freshman in question was lamenting the state of his long distance relationship, and denying the fact that he should move on even as he pointed out all the red flags.

I don't have to worry about breaking off any romantic ties. I do have a minor crush now, but now was way less than the right time for that to happen. I should just be happy that I'm not more attached; it'll be way easier to forget about, or to simply dispell the wishy-washy crush feeling while forging a decent friendship.

Holy. Crap. I've barely started packing.

I need to scan sketches. And make sketches to begin with.

This week began with little to-do and lots of me sitting around the house, shirtless, sweaty, and listening to indecent amounts of public radio, but exponentially improved... from a social life perspective, anyway.

On Wednesday, Lee and I schlepped over to Katie's house (a mutual friend of ours with whom we had both become estranged) and it turned out that, actually, she lives kind of ridiculously close to us. Anyway, we crashed, fried up concoctions of egg and vegetable, walked to the park, where I was brutally raped by an Ent I mean tried to climb a tree and failed. We met one of Katie's friends James, who has a penchant for tree climbing and an uncommonly friendly nature. We proceeded to paint the town in a way that mainly involved painting our faces with ice cream, as well as visit a local art gallery, in which Katie conversed with the owner about karma and philosophy while I wandered around screeching OOH, PRETTY THINGS.

Then we parted with James, went to Katie's and made DELICIOS PASTA, and listened to music for hours on end.

But then it got late, and I found that mere wheat and grain was no match for my 's demanding digestive system, so we went down stairs to curb our munchies. Yeah, that's right. We don't need to get high to get hungry.

It's probably the most slap happy I've been in recent times. I was sitting on the floor with Katie's monstrous dog Sasha and kept noticing the differences between dogs and cats. For instance, when you lay a hand on a dog and just leave it there, they're totally cool with that. And when they're wagging their tails, it's fine to stop the wagging and hold their tail.

Cats on the end, are paranoid little bastards. It is never cool for one to simply rest one's hand on a cat. They get suspicious. They start to wonder whether or not you're a host for some insidious parasite and are using the ritual of petting as a means of spreading their fiendish kind. That must be it.

Also, I'm pretty sure that night was the first time I ever made a taco on two slices of rye bread. With salami. It was glorious.

On Thursday, Judo and I walked to Lee's house unexpectedly, and went on an unexpected slacking expedition to the nearby park. We were surprisingly competent on the line. What was less surprising was the mass of mosquitoes that fell upon us and eventually drove us to flee to Lee's safe, kinda blood-thirsty insect-less apartment. At least we could watch the fishes.

The rest of the weekend involved seeing a play, failing at going to an art show, eating MOAR ICE CREAM, and watching Rushmore.

aswds

Hokay guaiz, all none of you... by blog post next I WILL have started the sketchbook challenge. I can always use another excuse to draw something.

It's already almost Wednesday :P Dang sauce, the time it sure does fly. In less than a fortnight I'll be off to Eastern. It won't be long after that I'll be needing to apply to art schools and busting my bum trying to perfect my portfolio.

In the meantime I need to hang out with some friends, stat; in a couple of weeks I'm gonna be pressed to start hardcore thinking about the future, and I could do for some mindless shenanigans.

Until then... bitch gotta slumber.

BOOBLY

She knows what's up.