Reta[rd]il Therapy.

I'm seriously going to need therapy after working through my first holidays in retail. I kid you not, over 90% of the population is fucking STUPID. I'm so going to be able to write a book on this when (IF) I get the free time to sit and recall them, but for now I'll leave you with this thought:

As I'm looking up a book for this lady on the computer (I work at the info desk at a bookstore, if I haven't mentioned that already), she asks if it'd be okay if she came and looked over my shoulder. Thinking this wouldn't really be a problem, I said yes, she could come and look over my shoulder.

And then she did.

Literally.

She rested her fucking head on my shoulder as she read the screen.




Only two weeks until the holiday tards are finally done shopping (you know damn well they'll be in all week after Christmas trying to get clearance shit).

P.S. Oh yeah. Got a mohawk in August. Been letting it grow. Finally dyed it. Huzzah!

Starving Artist Syndrome.

I guess I never really came down with SAS - Starving Artist Syndrome. I always just kinda was drawn to art - I liked it, I was good at it. I still am I suppose, I shouldn't use the past tense. But in all seriousness, I never really felt...I dunno. Whatever it is that it seems artists are "supposed" to feel. I don't get art shows. I obviously comprehend their purpose (to get people to see some damn art), but I don't really GET the performance piece or video installation or sole toothpick on a pedestal aspect of it.

That's the good and bad thing about art - it's a diverse medium. You can draw or paint or sculpt and all that shit. I draw and do photography. That's about the extent of it. It's funny that four years of concentrated art in an Art School (doesn't that sound so deliciously pretentious?) did not a whole lot toward nurturing my art. It made me kind of hate a lot of it actually.

Which is the point I'm ultimately getting at. I never really yearned for art, or lived for it...I just think it's cool. And I think I'm good at it. So I do it. But you won't catch me like, trying to make a sole means of income off of it...

This was going somewhere. I don't remember where now.

So much for 4 in the morning posts.

[artist me.]

Turn The Sun Down

My birthday is 3 weeks from today. My party is 2 weeks from tomorrow and I still haven't finished paying/planning/praying for it. School is just sucking increasingly more and more. The weather's going crazy, so crazy that apparently it's going to equal a hurricane for the city sometime within the next couple of years. And people are acting way too perky when I want to punch them in the face.

And the sun won't stop coming out. It's pissing me off.

Bring On The Handcuffs!

I don't have any minutes on my Sidekick, and I probably can't buy any more for a while despite getting my Tax Return check, because I have to pay for the Blue Party (which I'll explain at a later date). I'll also explain "Percival" at a later date, but the bell's about to ring and it's time for another gripe.

Because the authority figures at LaGuardia won't rest until our school has been entirely transformed into a prison, they're intending to add video surveillance cameras to the hallways to monitor the actions of students. Granted, there have been two trash can fires in the past week, but that's the most "exciting" incident that's happened here in all my years at LaGuardia. (Well, minus the whole bomb-threat, marijuana brownies, people that normally smoke in the bathroom and Meningitis outbreak). But come on, nobody walks around with weapons here, we don't have metal detectors (nor do we need them), and our classrooms still have windows, unlike a certain school across the street. On top of all this, the cameras are going to be hidden, so that students won't be able to tell whether they are or aren't on tape.

My main question: what the f**k? Seriously. In a post-9/11 world (and I'm sorry I'm getting all political here), some people are already paranoid enough, and that's without people that fear the government monitoring our every action. So why start that business in school, where we spend most of our day anyway? This year has been one bad idea after another, first adding 3 minutes to the official attendance period last term, then an additional ten minutes to the entire day. The cell phone policy put simply is assinine, considering that if a cell phone is confiscated a parental unit must come in to claim the device. Many people have parental units that WORK during the day so that they and their families can LIVE, so how does it make sense that they should be prevented from sustaining a living to pick up a device that is almost essential in today's world? To go even further, until the phone is returned to the student, they are without a means of communication to whomever they need to communicate with. This could cause minor problems such as not being able to pick up a loaf of bread from the bodega because you didn't get your text message, or it can (God forbid) go so far as to not being able to know a family member died because YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR PHONE.

I really can't wait to see how much further they'll go to butcher our rights. Bring on the orange jumpsuits!

Caroted Kumquat

I'm pretty sure I hate school now.

The people have always been kind of irritating. There are exceptions, like my friends, but in general many LaGuardia students are just really REALLY obnoxious. On top of that they're unneccesary. How can you be obnoxious and unneccesary? That defeats what little purpose you had, if any.

Anyhow, Yoga is a pain in the ass. I signed up for it thinking it would be relaxing yet beneficial, and I could make up the gym credit I owe. I didn't know LaGuardia's definition of "relaxing" was working your body to near-collapsing points and leaving class every day sore and in pain by only 9:45 in the morning. I also signed up for Journalism, thinking that it might be a class of intrigue. Again, I didn't know LaGuardia had a different definition of "intrigue", entailing the largest amount of work I think I've ever done in any class during my entire academic career. For kids like me who are on the fence about REALLY wanting to go to college, they're doing a bad job of encouraging us.

So now I'm left with seeking refuge in the computer lab 4th period. This may have to change soon for two reasons though. I may need to switch Yoga to 4th period so I can prevent becoming a super-senior (any combination of 15 unprepareds - latenesses and absences count toward this - means that you fail the class for the semester. I already have 7, and it's only March 9th. I have 4 more months to go, plus a couple of days. This has got to be a formula for impending unhappiness.) I also may need to just not write blogs in school, since the BOE is now banning virtually every website in existence (like MySpace). Granted, some people allow themselves to get distracted too easily with that, and some people are just stupid and get kidnapped and raped (can I even say these kinds of things, or will this soon too be banned?) but I'm not one of them, and neither are a lot of other people. Group suffering for a minute number of individuals' stupidity. Gotta love the school system's interpretation of the First Amendment.

Ugh, I'm getting political now. Let me just stop before I end up writing something that could get this site taken away from us also. (Though I bet it's only a matter of time before it is anyway.)