I'm the Greatest!
As if there was ever any question.
Everybody's living their own lives these days. I don't see the people I really care about anymore, friends don't call, end up hating me on personal reflection. Meanwhile, I write and live my life in my own haphazard way. And because of this, some of these fucks are going to hate me even more. It's your time, buddy. Waste it away.
My life takes these little turns now and then, from happy to shit in about .025 seconds. I've been riding this particular life-wave for some many fucking years that I've been looking for an end. And now I've got it. What about it? What can I say?
Thank you, Uncle Sam!
That's right, I've gone and joined the Marines! I truly think I've made the right choice for myself at this juncture of my life. In December I'll be leaving for Camp Lejeune, and
Okay, I'm fucking with you. Uncle Sam has helped me though. He's paying for my ancient ass to go back to school full-time, and it looks like I'll have enough left over to buy some righteous new supplies for my classes - i.e. a new digital video camera. Yay!
It's been a while since I've been outright happy about anything. I'm going to school full-time, and that should be scary. But I'm in control of some factors now, being my mind and my right hand. I touch myself alot.
So I'm going to be taking Intro to Cultural Anthropology. I needed a science class and it sounded nice. Sort of rolls of the tongue.
I've designed an English class for myself where I basically do what I normally do (as in, write all the time) and get credit for it. I also have to read the books I want to read, write an analytical paper or two along with some long-form stories, and just do the work I love. This is going to be the best 3 credit hours ever.
A particular Mr. Salerno seems to believe in my abilities as a video/film artist so I'm branching out and making my first long film, taking an Independent Study class with him. Ideally, the filming would be done by October the 11th because the next day I'm off to Hawaii. Of course, I'm just being overly positive. But hey, that's a change!
Man, I wrote this song last week with a couple friends of mine, called Zing Zing. Nothing to do with pandas. I felt so good about it, I feel so good about it. The guy and gal I wrote it with are in Jersey right now as she is auditioning for American Idol, but when they get back, we'll be making more music. It makes me so glad to be playing and writing again.
Back to school...let's see. I'm back in another (woo!) Creative Writing class too. That's four classes. I sent out an email today to Linda Burk, to get into her Spanish I class. I really really hope she lets me in. I've got some prior know-how in speaking espanol and I think with the right training I'll be speaking it again. Also, my buddy John is Puerto Rican. He'll help me with it.
So let's make a list of what I've accomplished in two weeks.
1. Wrote a great new song.
2. Got full financial aid.
3. Signed up for 4, maybe 5 classes.
4. Made my own curriculum for Independent Studies Creative Writing and Filmmaking.
When I was kid I saw all these great artists around me. Painters, writers, filmmakers, musicians. I was always surrounded by art. And now that I'm a man, now that I feel like I'm my own man, I look at myself, and I'm one of them, and that makes me proud to be me. Fuck every office in America.
I'm old man river and I'm living and I feel fucking great. But that's because I'm the greatest.
And so are you.
Everybody's living their own lives these days. I don't see the people I really care about anymore, friends don't call, end up hating me on personal reflection. Meanwhile, I write and live my life in my own haphazard way. And because of this, some of these fucks are going to hate me even more. It's your time, buddy. Waste it away.
My life takes these little turns now and then, from happy to shit in about .025 seconds. I've been riding this particular life-wave for some many fucking years that I've been looking for an end. And now I've got it. What about it? What can I say?
Thank you, Uncle Sam!
That's right, I've gone and joined the Marines! I truly think I've made the right choice for myself at this juncture of my life. In December I'll be leaving for Camp Lejeune, and
Okay, I'm fucking with you. Uncle Sam has helped me though. He's paying for my ancient ass to go back to school full-time, and it looks like I'll have enough left over to buy some righteous new supplies for my classes - i.e. a new digital video camera. Yay!
It's been a while since I've been outright happy about anything. I'm going to school full-time, and that should be scary. But I'm in control of some factors now, being my mind and my right hand. I touch myself alot.
So I'm going to be taking Intro to Cultural Anthropology. I needed a science class and it sounded nice. Sort of rolls of the tongue.
I've designed an English class for myself where I basically do what I normally do (as in, write all the time) and get credit for it. I also have to read the books I want to read, write an analytical paper or two along with some long-form stories, and just do the work I love. This is going to be the best 3 credit hours ever.
A particular Mr. Salerno seems to believe in my abilities as a video/film artist so I'm branching out and making my first long film, taking an Independent Study class with him. Ideally, the filming would be done by October the 11th because the next day I'm off to Hawaii. Of course, I'm just being overly positive. But hey, that's a change!
Man, I wrote this song last week with a couple friends of mine, called Zing Zing. Nothing to do with pandas. I felt so good about it, I feel so good about it. The guy and gal I wrote it with are in Jersey right now as she is auditioning for American Idol, but when they get back, we'll be making more music. It makes me so glad to be playing and writing again.
Back to school...let's see. I'm back in another (woo!) Creative Writing class too. That's four classes. I sent out an email today to Linda Burk, to get into her Spanish I class. I really really hope she lets me in. I've got some prior know-how in speaking espanol and I think with the right training I'll be speaking it again. Also, my buddy John is Puerto Rican. He'll help me with it.
So let's make a list of what I've accomplished in two weeks.
1. Wrote a great new song.
2. Got full financial aid.
3. Signed up for 4, maybe 5 classes.
4. Made my own curriculum for Independent Studies Creative Writing and Filmmaking.
When I was kid I saw all these great artists around me. Painters, writers, filmmakers, musicians. I was always surrounded by art. And now that I'm a man, now that I feel like I'm my own man, I look at myself, and I'm one of them, and that makes me proud to be me. Fuck every office in America.
I'm old man river and I'm living and I feel fucking great. But that's because I'm the greatest.
And so are you.
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I love you man. Keep trying to call. I only have incoming phone service unless you live in Jacksonville and my only phone is in the bedroom.
