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Tuesday, April 5th, 2005
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6:23p
First hour! First fucking hour. What the hell.
As a result of Mrs. Brookman dropping me from Newspaper because of my extended absence, my P.E. waiver has been revoked. So I'll be joining Lift America, the special gym class in which the students wear heart rate monitors in order to establish that their hearts are consistently beating above a certain rate, FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. starting tomorrow, more than halfway through the semester.
I'm not too irritated, but. Still. I'm mostly upset that it's first thing in the morning, and I suppose I should confess that that's mostly because I don't want my hair to look like crap all day.
Fuck, I really am a girl.
Oh well. I still love being back at school. My Government teacher is amazing. She's really young; I think she might be 25 or something. She strolls all around the room during class and doesn't really stop talking at all. I've never met anyone with more energy. I talked to her this morning about what kind of work she needs from me. She gave me a policy sheet, and when we got to the section on participation, she said, I don't think you'll have any problems with this. Two big, big thumbs up for all the participation yesterday.
I like it when teachers can tell I'm excited about their classes.
World Literature is pretty cool too. We're watching Amadeus in class this week, and next Wednesday we'll be writing an in-class essay comparing the portrait of greatness illustrated in Mozart to the portrait illustrated in Félicité in Flaubert's "A Simple Heart." I think I'm going to do really well on the essay. I took a make-up test on one of the units I missed while I was gone today and had to do an essay question about Plato's "The Allegory of the Cave." I managed to convey my thoughts really clearly, I think.
We'll see what my teacher says.
I heard people talking in three (or maybe four?) of my classes today. Basically, what they said was along the lines of God, she's been gone for two months and she's still smarter than the rest of us. Which really isn't true. I mean, I have been gone for two months. But I'm not smarter than anyone. At least, I don't think I am.
current mood: satisfied
current music: Not the Tremblin' Kind -- Laura Cantrell (comment on this)
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11:22p - I've got something special for my bad boyfriend.
My love for Shirley Manson is and will remain unconditional, but a few missteps have shown that my love for Garbage itself has bounds.
Version 2.0 was and is utterly brilliant. The guitars and the bass and Shirley's voice get the fuck under my skin and they don't leave for weeks. You Look So Fine can still make me cry. I still sing along at the top of my lungs to I Think I'm Paranoid and Push It. Did I mention Special and The Trick Is To Keep Breathing.
Their debut is classic. Stupid Girl is just about the snazziest song on the planet.
But Beautiful Garbage just wasn't all that, uh, beautiful.
I'm downloading the new album now. It's kind of scary. I really want to like it. Really want to like it. I want Shirley to be brash and vulnerable and have that 'Fuck Everything' attitude. I want the music to be as signature as it used to be. I want the songs to sound like they're re-invented every time I put them on.
I guess that's not fair to expect. I'm crossing my fingers anyway.
[ETA: By the way, anyone want me to upload the new tracks?]
current mood: desperately analytical
current music: Bad Boyfriend -- Garbage (comment on this)
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