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January 25, 2007

Word Vomit

7:53 PM | "New Classicism", Twelve Girls Band
anecdotes, life, work

Sometimes my weblogging suffers from having nothing to say. And sometimes, it’s the opposite. Though not merely that I have too much to say, but just that I don’t know which of the too muches TO say, which results in none of them coming out.

For instance, I could comment about how work is going… and that the company has been under duress of an ISO auditing test, of which today was the second day. Basically it’s this standards test (ha) that companies take, so that they can say their products live up to that standard, so that buying customers know what to expect and all that jazz. And they’ve been having to fill out crudtons of paperwork and other stuff. Hasn’t really been the most fun working environment, hearing them always complain about how the “eye-soh is kicking our asses”… but it’s almost over.

I could also talk about how 160B is going… and how my class is going to be forced to do a group art show for our projects during 10th week. And how we’re all running like figurative headless chickens, looking for a venue for our work that will host us and meet all the requirements that our pieces have (space, electronics, etc.)

There’s also the whole financial thing, where I’ve been pressing to get money back from the school. First by filing for part time status, which I could do cause this was my last quarter… that went through and I got a check back through the mail. Now I’ve gone and withdrawn this old Golden State scholarship money that’s just been accumulating interest in some vault somewhere and got that sent in.

Though that whole process was minorly complicated by the fact that I apparently have to be taking six or more units in order to USE that scholarship money… and I was only taking four. Luckily, with some quick brainstorming… I went and talked to Phil, who agreed to let me take Concert Choir for two units of credit, while just attending chamber choir like I always do. (I would take chamber choir for two units of credit, except I can’t, cause I already did so three times. XP ) So 4 + 2 = 6 units, so that money should be processed and refunded and I’ll have effectively paid NOTHING to attend school this quarter. W00t.

Maybe I could talk about how I sent in the USC app a couple days back and it’s a nice load off my back… but now I’m in this sort of idle state in which I desperately just want the time to rush by so that I can find out whether I’m in or not. I never thought I’d have to go through the anxiety of waiting to hear about my future… again. And despite the fact that I think not going to Berkeley was better for me… there’s no denying that it hurt to be rejected from the first choice school. God I don’t want to go through that again, but I really… want… to know.

There’s also the fact that Heroes has returned! Though there was nothing in the latest episode to really rant about. Except that I’m doing the Primatech Paper thing and am eagerly awaiting “the next steps”… >_>;

Do you all feel enlightened or what?

[because i know Alex will whack me in comments if i don’t give credit where credit is due, but the title is — yes — from “Mean Girls”, which I did see, but still didn’t care for much. ;P ]

Comments

Hehehe. This happens to everyone. Luckily, you post every day so a bunch of random thoughts don’t accumulate in your head that you never end up posting. :P

bwahaha, ISO 9000! Larger customers might even do their own audits of the company.

^ That? Word vomit? Don’t make me puke. ::chuckle:: That’s nothing compared to some truly logorrhoeic entries I’ve been posting, particularly of the sociopolitical rant type. That, combined with an unfortunate tendency towards sesquipedalianism, makes me certain that people just gloss over those entries, their eyes glazing over the instant they see the words “Bush,” “torture,” “habeas corpus, or “climate change.” ;p

Oh and I, too, got the Primatech e-mail but was unsettled by a sinister undertone I detected. ;-) Oddly, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been going slowly insane, as there are these voices in my head all of a sudden, telling me that maybe I can fly. What’s with that? I recently did get a visit from a mysterious couple, North American Indians from Alberta, Canada who reminded me somehow of Haitians.

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