Seven Topics Meme

Comment to this post, and I will list seven things I want you to talk about. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your journal. Other people can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

silentfiction tagged me with:

- In your opinion, the most irritating pop song of the past decade.
For the most part I feel like pop songs are what they are–written to be catchy without much substance beyond that. So I don’t necessarily hate on too many pop songs, just avoid what I don’t particularly like. Let’s go with “Like A G6″ since that’s the most recent cringeworthy tune I can think of off the top of my head.

- If you could go back in time and prevent one piece of technology from being developed, what would it be?
I don’t think there’s any piece of technology I would “undo,” but I do think that cell phones and the internet have made negative impacts on civilization socially. But the pros of those technologies outweigh the cons.

- Pen vs. Pencil
The pen always wins with me. I hate pencils.

- Something that bothers most people, but not you.
The first thing that comes to mind is host clubs. It’s probably a weird response to this question but quite a lot of people have gotten up in arms about their disapproval of this culture and these guys with me, and I’m a bit of a host crusader, so you know.

- Ideally, your life in 10 years.
I would be working in a job that I enjoyed, WRITING regularly, financially stable, living in a comfortable, decorated living space, able to have some free time for the hobbies I enjoy, and living in a large city. I’d also like to travel fairly often.

BEST MEAL EVER.
Yakiniku. With sushi. And takoyaki. Ah hell, let’s just go for a Japanese food smorgasbord. If I could only have one nation’s food for the rest of my life it would be Japan’s.

Describe yourself in one cocktail.
A whiskey sour.

Getting into a schedule

It’s only been a week since my last post but it feels much longer.

I started my new job last Thursday, and then by Sunday I had worked a total of six shifts in four days, two of which were doubles. The first day was just training, then from Friday I was working as a driver. Friday night we had some really nasty weather. That, combined with lots of hills on my delivery routes, and the fact that my car does terribly in the snow, made my first night working deliveries a mess. I thought, “It can only go uphill from here, right?” And it did. The job is getting easier, I’m starting to know the area better, and getting to know my coworkers.

Tomorrow night I have a gig at a cafe/lounge where I’ll be performing three songs during their Beatles night. Have decided to do “Across The Universe,” “Blackbird,” and “Happiness Is A Warm Gun.” The pay isn’t much but it will be nice to be performing in front of an audience. This gig has reminded me of how much I would like to have an acoustic. But that’s something much further down the road, when I might have $2,000 to drop on a quality instrument–really down the road.

I’ve become absorbed in my World Religions course. He’ll wrap up the class and I’ll wish it would go on longer, feeling like he’s only been lecturing for 10-15 minutes. I see myself taking more religion classes in upcoming semesters. And for every bit that I love World Religions, I really hate my poetry class. I hate most poetry classes. Rather than studying genre, form, rhyme schemes, etc. we read poems…and then talk about them. I feel like this sort of format should be reserved for poetry clubs instead of classes. I never leave class feeling like I’ve gotten anything out of it. And there are journals. Journals. Why do teachers assign journals??

Working after class today and then I have two days off to catch up on sleep and homework.

New Job

Life’s gotten busy. And that’s a good thing! Thoroughly enjoying my World Religions course. My Poetry class is boring and the teacher is insane (in a Poetry-teacher kind of way), but there are some great people in the class that I get along with. My independent study course…is an independent study course. Perhaps the best part of school so far is that I’m lost in a campus with 17,000 students and can do my own fucking thing my own fucking way. My classes are in an auditorium with dozens of students–not 5. Thank God.

And I got a job. I’ll be working as a delivery driver at a sub shop, which may not be glamorous but gives me a paycheck. And I spend the majority of my time driving my car with my own music playing, so things could be worse. After weeks with no luck I’m just so relieved I have a job now.

This week has been unbelievably busy, but also unbelievably fulfilling somehow. My schedule’s filling up but I’ve just got to make it work. Because, right now, I’m where I want to be, doing what I want to do.