Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Amy, happy birthday to me.
Birthdays are pretty anticlimatic in college. I thought about skipping class and making a day of it, but I chickened out. I'm going for a perfect attendance record this semester (so that teachers will be more inclined to give me A's). Instead, I started the day by watching an episode of a Korean action drama just so I could feel like the day's different from all the others. The only problem with that is that Korean action dramas, however much I adore them, are usually not very well subtitled and they make my grammar bone twitch (yes, I have a grammar bone). Whoever did the subtitles wasn't the best at English. At least they were able to largely get their point across though, so that's something.
The other thing that happened today is that I realized that the Chinese guy who sits next to me in Library class is kind of a slacker. If it was anyone else I wouldn't be surprised, but he's the first Asian person I've ever met who wasn't more motivated than me to do well in school. It was pretty surreal, to be honest. Maybe I can get his autograph.
I got some chocolate from Mom and Dad in the mail yesterday. It was pretty fancy and awesome and I've been eating it with tea. Karl said that it made my room smell weird but I think he has super senses or something because who ever heard of chocolate smelling pungent? My room smells perfectly fine (I illegally burn a candle that smells like clean linen).
So now that I'm nineteen, what can I do? The answer is nothing that I wasn't able to do before. One of my neighbors asked me, since it's my birthday, what would I like to drink? I told him I drink at home but not at college. Turns out I'm cultivating a perfect little angel persona here as well. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear it. I'm pretty sure that the words "perfect little angel" were actually uttered by my roommate in reference to me. I guess since I've got the title here and at home, it must really by true. That's kind of depressing.
I'm probably coming home tomorrow. It'll be good.
-Amy
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
*crickets*
Hi Michelle. Sometimes I feel lonely, like I'm the only one making posts on this blog.
...oh wait. I am the only one making posts on this blog! And posting videos too, for that matter.
Don't mind me though. I obviously have a lot more time to kill than you do especially now you have your own personal student of American culture to teach things to.
There are a lot of things about UCM that are extremely inferier to the very same things at JCCC, namely the print system, the Writing Center and the age and functionality of the buildings, but I will say this about UCM: in the computer lab they have Windows, Apple and Linux computers for anyone to use. So that's cool.
I'm planning to film a video sometime in the next day or so, and this one's going to be more well-structured than some of my other videos have been in the past. *cough* At least, I hope it'll turn out that way. To be honest I film a lot of videos but I only actually post about half of them. The rest will never see the light of day, and for good reason.
I remember that you said that Windows Movie Maker wouldn't open your video, which is weird because the format of it is in .wmv to begin with, I think. One thing you could do is try opening it in VLC or some other program just to make sure that your camera is actually working. If it is, try downloading Windows Live Movie Maker and see if that works. Also, once you're finished editing a video, make sure to select "Save Movie" and not "Save Project", otherwise it won't upload to YT.
Anyway if you have any questions you can probably call me. And make a post.
Laters,
-Amy
...oh wait. I am the only one making posts on this blog! And posting videos too, for that matter.
Don't mind me though. I obviously have a lot more time to kill than you do especially now you have your own personal student of American culture to teach things to.
There are a lot of things about UCM that are extremely inferier to the very same things at JCCC, namely the print system, the Writing Center and the age and functionality of the buildings, but I will say this about UCM: in the computer lab they have Windows, Apple and Linux computers for anyone to use. So that's cool.
I'm planning to film a video sometime in the next day or so, and this one's going to be more well-structured than some of my other videos have been in the past. *cough* At least, I hope it'll turn out that way. To be honest I film a lot of videos but I only actually post about half of them. The rest will never see the light of day, and for good reason.
I remember that you said that Windows Movie Maker wouldn't open your video, which is weird because the format of it is in .wmv to begin with, I think. One thing you could do is try opening it in VLC or some other program just to make sure that your camera is actually working. If it is, try downloading Windows Live Movie Maker and see if that works. Also, once you're finished editing a video, make sure to select "Save Movie" and not "Save Project", otherwise it won't upload to YT.
Anyway if you have any questions you can probably call me. And make a post.
Laters,
-Amy
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Blagosphere Confessionals
I have a confession to make. Sometimes, when I'm really depressed about being in college and realizing that it's an intellectual wasteland, I go watch videos of Asian-American people playing pretty music and making clever skits about life and the human condition. It makes me feel better for some reason.
I was able to get my camera working (as long as the battery is more than half-full, it'll turn on almost without fail), but sadly I cannot say the same for my bike, which is currently inoperable due to a problem with the chain that I know is an easy fix but requires clever hands and a tool that can unscrew screws, neither of which I possess. Because of this, I did not go to Wednesday night worship last week because it's a fifteen to twenty-minute walk to get there. This week, I figured a long walk isn't a good excuse for not attending worship two weeks in a row, so I made the walk and it took even longer that I thought, and when I finally got there several people came up and introduced themselves to me, saying that we'd met before at fondue night or in a class we shared, and I pretended to know them as well. I hate that I do this, but I put people in little categories in my mind, so if I was in a small group with someone in one of my classes and I learn their name and a little bit about them, I still will not recognize them if I encounter them in a non-academic setting. In my subconscious, that person only exists in the classroom, and every time my conscious mind suggests that perhaps that's not true, I get an acute sense of how ludicrous it is that said classmate continues existing once they step out of the classroom.
Anyway. I'm coming home tomorrow, so at the moment I'm counting down the hours. I have a lot of stuff I need to remember to grab while I'm there, mostly warmer clothes since the weather got cold a lot quicker than I thought it would. I could wear hats if I wanted to! I rarely do want to, but still. Also my birthday is soon. Nineteen sounds like a horrifically transitional age. For some reason I never encounter people who are nineteen. It must be like Purgatory, a purgatory that you can never admit to being in. I'll make sure to make the most of my time as nineteen, but I can't help but think that I'll spend the entire year with a vague sense in the back of my mind that I'm in some kind of limbo.
I've been thinking a lot about writing lately, mostly because I've been doing a lot of writing lately. Anyway, I was thinking about how I'm pretty sure I'm best at writing comedy or parody, but for some reason I don't ever actually spend any time writing comedy or parody. I think it's because I really enjoy reading dramas and thrillers and things, so I end up mostly writing dramas and thrillers and things even though I can't really write them well. So my new resolution is to start writing what I'm good at and see how it goes, and have at least one comedy project on the side going while I write what I love to write (it's currently dystopian America 40 years in the future).
...or maybe I should make future dystopian America into a comedy. Wouldn't that be fun?
Anyway, off to Biology again. See you soon.
-Amy
I was able to get my camera working (as long as the battery is more than half-full, it'll turn on almost without fail), but sadly I cannot say the same for my bike, which is currently inoperable due to a problem with the chain that I know is an easy fix but requires clever hands and a tool that can unscrew screws, neither of which I possess. Because of this, I did not go to Wednesday night worship last week because it's a fifteen to twenty-minute walk to get there. This week, I figured a long walk isn't a good excuse for not attending worship two weeks in a row, so I made the walk and it took even longer that I thought, and when I finally got there several people came up and introduced themselves to me, saying that we'd met before at fondue night or in a class we shared, and I pretended to know them as well. I hate that I do this, but I put people in little categories in my mind, so if I was in a small group with someone in one of my classes and I learn their name and a little bit about them, I still will not recognize them if I encounter them in a non-academic setting. In my subconscious, that person only exists in the classroom, and every time my conscious mind suggests that perhaps that's not true, I get an acute sense of how ludicrous it is that said classmate continues existing once they step out of the classroom.
Anyway. I'm coming home tomorrow, so at the moment I'm counting down the hours. I have a lot of stuff I need to remember to grab while I'm there, mostly warmer clothes since the weather got cold a lot quicker than I thought it would. I could wear hats if I wanted to! I rarely do want to, but still. Also my birthday is soon. Nineteen sounds like a horrifically transitional age. For some reason I never encounter people who are nineteen. It must be like Purgatory, a purgatory that you can never admit to being in. I'll make sure to make the most of my time as nineteen, but I can't help but think that I'll spend the entire year with a vague sense in the back of my mind that I'm in some kind of limbo.
I've been thinking a lot about writing lately, mostly because I've been doing a lot of writing lately. Anyway, I was thinking about how I'm pretty sure I'm best at writing comedy or parody, but for some reason I don't ever actually spend any time writing comedy or parody. I think it's because I really enjoy reading dramas and thrillers and things, so I end up mostly writing dramas and thrillers and things even though I can't really write them well. So my new resolution is to start writing what I'm good at and see how it goes, and have at least one comedy project on the side going while I write what I love to write (it's currently dystopian America 40 years in the future).
...or maybe I should make future dystopian America into a comedy. Wouldn't that be fun?
Anyway, off to Biology again. See you soon.
-Amy
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Yes... I am in class right now
I never thought I would be one of those people who messed around on the computers in class, but my Library Research Skills class is so crushingly arbitrary that I'll go completely mad if I don't keep myself busy in a non-class-related way. Right now we are learning how to use Google. We just found out that if you're on a fact-finding mission, typing "what is the meaning of life?" into the search bar isn't going to get you any solid answers.
Shocker!
I am writing a blog post because my camera is having technical issues that involve the power button only working one out of every twenty times I push it. Hopefully one day soon I'll be able to make it work for long enough to make a video, but until then I guess this blog is a pretty good way to tell you about my life. Don't you just love how many meduims of communication we have available to us other than Facebook? Which reminds me, I have a mailbox here. And it is depressingly empty. If you think of it someday, it would be cool if you sent me something. It doesn't even have to say anything on it. It'll give me joy even if it's a postcard you didn't write anything on.
I'M SO ALONE.
My phone just rang. I had it on the loudest ring because a couple of days ago I set it that way when I was waiting for an employment acceptance call from Family Video that I absolutely didn't want to miss (it never came... tear). It's REALLY LOUD. Since I'm in class, the sound of it directed attention to me when I'd rather it didn't. I am writing a blog post in class, after all. Everyone else is just chilling on Facebook, which is excusable apparently.
So I'm all at odds with myself because I didn't see any of you home people this weekend. I like to think of myself as an independent person but the reality is that after a couple of weeks of being here, all I want to do is hang out with people who actually care about me. I'm selfish that way! It's totally silly that you would abandon me and go to the farm, of all places. I almost feel insulted, except I did get to spend the entire weekend laying around in my dorm room drinking coffee and writing. For some reason I've been finding it a lot easier to do productive things at college than I did at home. I guess there isn't really an abundance of distractions here. Also, it's inexplicably become a lot more difficult for me to keep my attention on a show or movie, which is why every time I come home, I still haven't watched that show that you recommended to me (the OC and Glee season 2 come to mind. The truth is that it's really hard for me to watch something that I'm not extremely excited about even before I start it). I've been reading, too. whenever I get my camera working I'll tell you about some of the books I've been reading and how I finished Thirteen Reasons Why. There may be tears involved.
I have a playlist on my mp3 player called "badass" that I can't get enough of right now. I got out of my library class and went to the computer commons, where noise is frowned upon, and listening to this playlist in here presents to me a conundrum which I have never encountered before, namely that I'm listening to a badass playlist but I'm unable to sing along to it, which is a dilemma I've never had to consider before. I'm pretty sure I haven't listened to Supermassive Black Hole a single time without belting it out like I'm the British popstar I've always aspired to be. I guess there's a first time for everything.
Biology test in twenty minutes. I get distracted a lot in that class because the teacher commits subject-verb disagreement in speech on a basis so regular that it's brought me this close to seizures on a few occasions. Here's hoping that my epileptic spells won't prevent me from getting an A on the exam.
Stay classy
-Amy
P.S. I created a "college" label because I'm in the mood to do things that don't make any difference in the big picture.
Shocker!
I am writing a blog post because my camera is having technical issues that involve the power button only working one out of every twenty times I push it. Hopefully one day soon I'll be able to make it work for long enough to make a video, but until then I guess this blog is a pretty good way to tell you about my life. Don't you just love how many meduims of communication we have available to us other than Facebook? Which reminds me, I have a mailbox here. And it is depressingly empty. If you think of it someday, it would be cool if you sent me something. It doesn't even have to say anything on it. It'll give me joy even if it's a postcard you didn't write anything on.
I'M SO ALONE.
My phone just rang. I had it on the loudest ring because a couple of days ago I set it that way when I was waiting for an employment acceptance call from Family Video that I absolutely didn't want to miss (it never came... tear). It's REALLY LOUD. Since I'm in class, the sound of it directed attention to me when I'd rather it didn't. I am writing a blog post in class, after all. Everyone else is just chilling on Facebook, which is excusable apparently.
So I'm all at odds with myself because I didn't see any of you home people this weekend. I like to think of myself as an independent person but the reality is that after a couple of weeks of being here, all I want to do is hang out with people who actually care about me. I'm selfish that way! It's totally silly that you would abandon me and go to the farm, of all places. I almost feel insulted, except I did get to spend the entire weekend laying around in my dorm room drinking coffee and writing. For some reason I've been finding it a lot easier to do productive things at college than I did at home. I guess there isn't really an abundance of distractions here. Also, it's inexplicably become a lot more difficult for me to keep my attention on a show or movie, which is why every time I come home, I still haven't watched that show that you recommended to me (the OC and Glee season 2 come to mind. The truth is that it's really hard for me to watch something that I'm not extremely excited about even before I start it). I've been reading, too. whenever I get my camera working I'll tell you about some of the books I've been reading and how I finished Thirteen Reasons Why. There may be tears involved.
I have a playlist on my mp3 player called "badass" that I can't get enough of right now. I got out of my library class and went to the computer commons, where noise is frowned upon, and listening to this playlist in here presents to me a conundrum which I have never encountered before, namely that I'm listening to a badass playlist but I'm unable to sing along to it, which is a dilemma I've never had to consider before. I'm pretty sure I haven't listened to Supermassive Black Hole a single time without belting it out like I'm the British popstar I've always aspired to be. I guess there's a first time for everything.
Biology test in twenty minutes. I get distracted a lot in that class because the teacher commits subject-verb disagreement in speech on a basis so regular that it's brought me this close to seizures on a few occasions. Here's hoping that my epileptic spells won't prevent me from getting an A on the exam.
Stay classy
-Amy
P.S. I created a "college" label because I'm in the mood to do things that don't make any difference in the big picture.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
College is Almost Exactly How I Imagined High School Must Be Like
Everyone talks about sex.
All. The. Time.
One more reason for me to chill with my electric kettle. It's never spoken in non-subtle innuendos in my vicinity, and it never will. A true friend.
All. The. Time.
One more reason for me to chill with my electric kettle. It's never spoken in non-subtle innuendos in my vicinity, and it never will. A true friend.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Vhere....is theh Nazi goollt!"
HEY AMY! Hows college going? I'm watching crabstickz videos, if you can't tell by the title. I heard your first day was great, which is totes cool. I haven't done anything since I saw you except me and Joseph and Angela went to Cowboys and Aliens. It was cool but I'm pretty sure I would have liked it 50% less if it hadn't had Sam Rockwell, even though he had a kind of small part. I guess Daniel Craig is awesome even when he's going for a girl that looks like she could prooobably be his daughter. And Harrison Ford is old. Thats all I have to say.
Oh and the aliens were weird. I would probably rather have seen Apes movie or the Glee movie again. But whateves.
Another thing that happened was I mentioned both Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez to Joseph and he didn't say one bad thing or make on annoying noise concerning them. It was amazing. He must have been in a really good mood.
When Abduction comes out I'm hitch hiking to warrensburg to see it with you. Or I'll just hitch hike to a theater and watch it by myself.
We started school today and we're doing planning and stuff.
That is all.
Oh and the aliens were weird. I would probably rather have seen Apes movie or the Glee movie again. But whateves.
Another thing that happened was I mentioned both Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez to Joseph and he didn't say one bad thing or make on annoying noise concerning them. It was amazing. He must have been in a really good mood.
When Abduction comes out I'm hitch hiking to warrensburg to see it with you. Or I'll just hitch hike to a theater and watch it by myself.
We started school today and we're doing planning and stuff.
That is all.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Oh, hey there.
Yeah as far as blogging goes I've kind of...not been doing it.
Usually I don't blog unless Amy isn't near, so I can tell her all the happenings, but since Amy moved back for the summer I've just told her everything to her face, but that doesn't mean that I've got plenty of things to tell YOU.
Lets see, last time I blogged was the middle of may? Lots of things have happened since then.
Like, swim team started. I have mixed feelings about it, still. You'd think that by three weeks in I would have decided weather or not I hate getting up at five and freezing/working really hard for two hours, but I haven't.
Things I like about swim team:
1. swimming?
2. winning.
3. Coach Kyle
4. the people. They're all cool.
5. Getting totally ripped.
6. Getting totally tan.
7. Boasting about how I'm still alive even though I get up at five every morning.
Things I don't like about swim team:
1. Getting up at five.
The first ten minutes are like the worst thing that ever happened, literally, and then you wake up and its OK. Its really not the tiredness that I hate about it all, its the coldness, which is my second point.
2. The coldness.
Swimming in a pool that is less than 80 degrees is like swimming by an ice burg with a wet suit on. Except there are no ice burgs and there are no wet suits.
On monday the water was 76 degrees, which is like six degrees away from being the exact opposite of a volcano. Meaning if it were 70 degrees we would have frozen where we stood.
3. There are a couple other small things I don't like, such as some of the other pools that we go to, but I've told myself I wouldn't complain about those because I never want to feel the wrath of Kyle again.
In other news, I'm, like, driving. Its crazy. I'm 15 and now I'm driving. I can hardly believe it. But what is even more ridiculous is that mom is letting me drive to swim team at five thirty in the morning. I totally have it under control but I still feel like it should be illegal or something.
I'm also playing the drums again. I watched a video of like seven-year-old Justin Bieber playing the drums and it was preeettty inspiring, but not inspiring enough for me to actually do anything about it. So then I watched some Nick Jonas playing the drums and then I listened to some Muse and I've played the drums like an hour every day since then.
Beside all that I'm really doing nothing but sleeping. When I get home from swim team I eat like a boy and then I fall asleep for like three hours. Its the kind of sleep where you wake up and you feel like you've become one with the bed, and then you get up, and you sit down somewhere else, just so you can wake up the rest of the way without falling down, and you end up falling asleep there, too, and then your groggy for the rest of the day.
Stay Classy
Michelle
Usually I don't blog unless Amy isn't near, so I can tell her all the happenings, but since Amy moved back for the summer I've just told her everything to her face, but that doesn't mean that I've got plenty of things to tell YOU.
Lets see, last time I blogged was the middle of may? Lots of things have happened since then.
Like, swim team started. I have mixed feelings about it, still. You'd think that by three weeks in I would have decided weather or not I hate getting up at five and freezing/working really hard for two hours, but I haven't.
Things I like about swim team:
1. swimming?
2. winning.
3. Coach Kyle
4. the people. They're all cool.
5. Getting totally ripped.
6. Getting totally tan.
7. Boasting about how I'm still alive even though I get up at five every morning.
Things I don't like about swim team:
1. Getting up at five.
The first ten minutes are like the worst thing that ever happened, literally, and then you wake up and its OK. Its really not the tiredness that I hate about it all, its the coldness, which is my second point.
2. The coldness.
Swimming in a pool that is less than 80 degrees is like swimming by an ice burg with a wet suit on. Except there are no ice burgs and there are no wet suits.
On monday the water was 76 degrees, which is like six degrees away from being the exact opposite of a volcano. Meaning if it were 70 degrees we would have frozen where we stood.
3. There are a couple other small things I don't like, such as some of the other pools that we go to, but I've told myself I wouldn't complain about those because I never want to feel the wrath of Kyle again.
In other news, I'm, like, driving. Its crazy. I'm 15 and now I'm driving. I can hardly believe it. But what is even more ridiculous is that mom is letting me drive to swim team at five thirty in the morning. I totally have it under control but I still feel like it should be illegal or something.
I'm also playing the drums again. I watched a video of like seven-year-old Justin Bieber playing the drums and it was preeettty inspiring, but not inspiring enough for me to actually do anything about it. So then I watched some Nick Jonas playing the drums and then I listened to some Muse and I've played the drums like an hour every day since then.
Beside all that I'm really doing nothing but sleeping. When I get home from swim team I eat like a boy and then I fall asleep for like three hours. Its the kind of sleep where you wake up and you feel like you've become one with the bed, and then you get up, and you sit down somewhere else, just so you can wake up the rest of the way without falling down, and you end up falling asleep there, too, and then your groggy for the rest of the day.
Stay Classy
Michelle
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