imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Triumphant Return Triumphant Returnaka: Forgotten, But Not Lost Hell, I’m not even forgotten. My readership has actually drastically improved since I quit writing. I wonder if you guys are trying to tell me something. Another school year has begun. I barely survive my summers. I thrive in school. College life has its ups and downs, but I find it a vastly enjoyable experience. I will now include the obligatory class schedule. I know you’re all dying to know what wisdom is imparted on me in the vast halls of academia. I have a deliciously easy schedule. All of my classes are on a Tuesday/Thursday basis, except for one night class which is held exclusively on Thursdays. I begin my day at 9:30 a.m. with Honors Western Lit. Though the material comes across as dry, I feel it could be quite enjoyable with the proper instruction. Since I like my teacher, the class should prove to be fun. At 11:00 I move on to Sources of Vocabulary. To the average person, I’m sure this class sounds like suicide. But I like words. I always wanted to be one of those cool people who know all the Latin and Greek roots of modern language. Now I will be. I haven’t actually had a class yet. I was originally slated for History of Religion in the U.S., but one period of being preached at and instructed to read a biography of Billy Graham was enough to scare me out of that one. Feature Writing begins at 12:30. Not only does it fulfill a requirement for my degree and seem like an enjoyable class, but it also stands to make me some money. We’re writing articles and attempting to sell them to magazines. Woo! Money! On Thursday at 6:00 I have Desktop Publishing. It’s long and dull as hell, but I’ve been told it will soon be a requirement for my degree. The professor is also the publications adviser. She’s nuts. She likes me though, so I try not to complain. I also have a random internet class. Random! It’s U.S. Government and Politics. I’m a) interested in the political inner workings of our country and how best to thwart the government's evil plots; and b) considering Political Science as my minor. Feel free to comment on such decisions. I like letting other people make life-altering choices for me. So that’s how school is going. Well, not so much going as starting. I’m still employed as a live-in aid of sorts for Grace. I’ve also begun my career as a college yearbook editor. This year’s book is going to totally suck. The editor has a vast number of half-assed ideas. She intends to jumble them all together and see what happens. But I have an idea for next year’s book. I want to do a chess theme. Yes, it’s largely because I’m a wannabe chess geek, but I think I could pull off a kick ass book with said theme. I’ll probably mull that over here in the future. This makes a good permanent storage area for such ideas. In other areas of my life, I feel that a very pleasant era has ended. I once said that I mark my time off in friends rather than years. Let’s just say I’m a little older now. Though a large part of my life has gone, leaving me empty and aching, said departure has brought a good number of smaller details to my attention. I have a knack for surrounding myself with good people, even when I don’t realize it. They’re all quite capable of reminding me of the things I tend to forget. I’m a damn good writer. I’m a compassionate friend. I’m a capable leader and organizer. I’m a good person in general with good taste in books, movies, music, etc. When things seem most like they’ve fallen apart and are breaking me up with them, I’m exceptionally good at pulling myself back together. I’ve never been forgotten, though I’ve often been lost. But recently I forgot a good number of people who are very important to me. I forgot about the value of a loving and supportive family. I forgot about the very oldest, truest and best of my friends. I forgot that I don’t need another person with me to be complete and live my life as a whole person. I forgot all those things, all those people, but they were never lost to me. As soon as I remembered they were there and that I needed them, they were all right in front of me. I may not have a firm belief in any omnipotent power, but I do have faith in people. I have faith in their ability to choose right over wrong and good over evil. I know that today is all we can really be sure of, and we should be sure to make the best of it. Finally, as filler, I’m totally going to see Collective Soul in a month! I’m sure to see a number of other bands as well, some less famous than others. Anyone who may be attending the Big Spring Jam should be sure to catch Where’s Gary, the band of my best friend of 12 years. He would absolutely love the support and worship me for getting it. The worship is probably the more important of those two things. I’m also going to recommend Switchfoot, even though I’ve been told they completely suck live. I’m not even a huge fan, but they’re worth listening to if you happen to have a few extra minutes at the Jam. Also, I’m currently entranced with Gregory Maguire. He’s written several books. So far, I’ve read Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West and am working on Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. Both are tremendous books. He’s funny and absolutely brilliant. I also read Vernon God Little by D.B.C. Pierre on the advice of a Queer as Folk cast member. I can’t remember which. I was reading random interviews and the book title caught my eye. It was great as well. If you have any wits about you go out and read these things. You can thank me later. And, finally (again), I apologize for my extended absence from these ivy frilled pages. The past few weeks have not been my most stable by any stretch of the imagination. School should settle me back into a decent routine, but I make no promises. All I can say is that I have no intention of ending this in the near future. I enjoy doing this. I like baring my soul to a vast and largely anonymous audience. I’m a writer. As to my general life situation, things plummeted for a time, but seem to be climbing back up slowly. Though I may not be able to fly, I can at least still walk. 11:16 p.m. - August 23, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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