Vol 12: Fuck n' Run 101

I've gone hog wild updating Interneta this weekend. If you haven't already, check it out.

So life's not extremely interesting these days. I get up, I go to school, I hang out, I do my work, I come home, and I write or do homework or watch TV or movies... I eat, and I go to bed. Somewhere in the middle I use the toilet, but why mention that?

Only 2 weeks removed from the last Reach tournement, there's another one on Friday this week. Damn, and I hadn't even full recovered from the last one yet. It's hard to believe that this is the last Reach tournement I'll ever have to attend, other than the finals in April. It's been a steady part of my high school career ever since I was a sheepish little Grade 9 who wandered into this room based on the rumour that the school did trivia games.

I wish improv was still going on. We have to have a bake sale sometime to cover our costs, and it might be a little hard to drum up support for a team that already lost and won't be competing ever again. But other than that I just loved being near the Improv people and tricking them into thinking I was funny.

I just don't feel like I've got much purpose these days.

Somebody please give me something. I'm just sitting here.

Oy..........

Okay, don't. Whatever. Keep on Rockin'
Scott

Vol 11: A man without fear

Whataa daye.

At lunch I felt the need for exercise. It was snowing something fierce all morning but even so I wanted out. So I inserted myself in with Doug and Ryan in emma's car (Emma was there too but I felt it redundant to say so,) to Mcdonalds; or was I invited? I was about to force my way in but Doug said "You wanna come?" so it was like 50/50. So we got out there, and Emma's car was absolutely covered in fresh snow. So fresh and so powdery you could literally blow it away even though it was a good 4 or 5 inches thick on the sides. For the price of getting to ride shotgun I volunteered to brush it all off. But things started to get interesting when, at the corner of McCraney and Trafalgar, the brakes failed a bit and the car skidded very nearly into the intersection. It was wild. Further down, at the corner of Iroquois Ridge and Trafalgar, the car skidded out again at the turn, it was such a gas. For the next hour or so we all made jokes and cracks about how we nearly died twice, and thanked Emma for her great driving skills, and cheered at our good fortune. To come out of such an ordeal completely unscathed is something for which to be grateful and to celebrate. It was a blast, man.

I've been buzzing with ideas since Writer's Craft. Sometimes instead of reading and paying attention to my book, (American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which is excellent,) I'll be thinking about what I'm gonna be doing with Metaworld and believe me, I'm only 4 chapters in so far and I've got some wild stuff in mind.

I watched Ana Yavari's Quixotic Behaviour today. I don't know where to post my thoughts, though: I don't want to do it here, but on Interneta. all the same, I want to do more than a 1-Sentence Review of it, so I'll come up with something special.

I'm busssssy. Not overworked, not stressed, just happily occupied, with my mind being able to tackle many things at the moment. It's wondrous.

I might check in later; Keep on Rockin'
-Scott

Vol 10: I can't remember to forget.

Today was... pretty interesting.

It was a half-day. And because of the new way half days work, I only had 1 class today, English, in which we watched more of Martin Scorcese's Victorian-Era "Age of Innocence." It's pretty boring, but I'm starting to get it. After that, I tagged along to the poker party at Cary's house and proceded to pretty much lose every hand. I'm not a terrible poker player, I'm just not good enough to know better.

Another thing that made today interesting was that we made a fancy little meal for dinner, followed by Sara Lee's pumpkin pie (which we didn't even let cool properly so the inside was like pumpkin paste.) It was more elaborate than most nights.

Life is slowing down. It's trudging by. I woke up this morning and honestly thought for a minute or two that it was Saturday. Why would I think that?! It's Tuesday! School is affecting me. All the homework is really bothering my head. That the previous sentence doesn't even really make sense should tip you off to that fact.

I'm still doin' ok, but in those less busy moments I get to thinking and that gets me down a little. I don't feel like whining though, and that should be good.

But I could whine.

If I wanted to.

Eh, I lack energy for that. Keep on Rockin'
-Scott

Vol 9: I only get my rocks off while I dream

This is the short sentence I use to introduce this entry, as usual.

So it's been a nice day. After being able to sleep in until 11 (and dreaming about a strange world where I moved out and into a dingy apartment,) I woke up with a purpose. One thought was in my head "Shit, I gotta write today!" Yup, today was one of those days. Last week I made my return to the world of Internet Comic Reviewing, and had 2 reviews to write today. I also was buzzing with ideas about the next few chapters of Metaworld (more on that in a sec,) plus I had that Oscar column to write for Craig and oh yeah, a Writer's File entry that I still haven't done. I've been busy.

But I'm in high spirits. I love myself for coming up with this "Metaworld" thingy, and even though it's only 3 mere pages of writing so far, I've got big ideas, which will play out over the next few weeks. I love that I'm going to be getting regular exercise in writing (as if Writer's Craft wasn't enough.) I'm getting practise in the medium I usually just ignore but could be important to my success: novelized fiction.

I've been listening to the Rolling Stones for days now. They're starting to invade my sleep, as I woke up the other night when I thought I heard "She's So Cold" but I was literally just hallucinating.

I'm wondering when I'll finally get to get started on being in Ana's play. I guess it'll be after Sears, but seeing all my friends in those plays made me realize how much I enjoy being onstage, playing characters. And seeing those particular plays made me realize how much I loved to yell like a maniac onstage, something I haven't really done since... I guess the beginning of Grade 11, the "Hello Country Life You Son of a Bitch" bit. And if the audition piece is any indication, I'll be flipping out all over Ana's play. I try to keep it restrained in Barrett's: I think of Vernon as a very intense individual who tries his best not to lose his cool and is not always successful. He's pissed off, but he knows he can't show it so much.

I'm feeling better. As in, whereas I was sick on Thursday and Friday, I am feeling much less stuffed up and headachey today. I'm not 100%, but I slept well last night (as in, did not at any point feel I was being suffocated in my own mucuous,) and I'll probably be fit as a fiddle tomorrow. I didn't feel the need to take any drugs to try and fix me yesterday or today, so that's a good sign.

Eric is watching "Desperate Housewives" due to a lack of options, and all he can do is complain about it. I can't say I disagree that much either. It seems more than a little overhyped.

Keep on Rockin'
Scott

Vol 8: A man without hope

Still sick. I've gotten progressively better over the day, but it's still bothering me at this moment. Before heading out today, I made sure to load myself up with every form of medication available - nay, every form of medication known to man.

So yeah, I felt like crap. The story I told Ms. Wilson, when I showed up late for English was that I was sick and overslept. Is this true? Is it possible that I arrived at school at my normal time and hung out at the box office with the Period 2 crew, all the while aware of my own devious plan to skip what I thought would be a useless period of watching debate? The truth, sadly, is lost to time. I'll say this though: it's a good thing that I did eventually show up, since Ms. Wilson checked off "absent" next to Ryan Wheeler's name, instead of mine (obviously, due to the laws of alphabetical order, Ryan's name is almost always the one right above mine.) Instead of the debate I thought was going on, some other thing was happening, and I was told to go make sure my forms for next year were in order before continuing. That took an unexpectedly long time and I had to go to Student Services, and by the time I got back to the class... how funny, the period was over. Life's funny like that.

I'm getting over my habit of not eating at lunch. Today, Emma, Chris and I celebrated the fact that Emma had her car and we all had money, by going to McDonald's. I had Chicken nuggets for the first time in years, and I must say the taste has improved. I think. Well, I really don't remember and I really don't care. So whatever.

The day continued. This was the day Guthrie had enlisted all of his Period 4 students to help with his debate tournement. Gladly, I read as a moderator for the debate, even though, courtesy of my illness, my voice was giving way. I think I did a pretty good job: nothing got out of hand and I read the script flawlessly. I think.

Then I came home, and sat around being sick for four hours or so. Watched 13 Going on 30. Expect a review... eventually.

I finally saw the plays tonight. They were very good, and I have this feeling that they're going to do very well at Sears. Will this affect Fringe like last year? Who knows? Seeing all my friends up there on the stage made me think... think about acting, about my decision to not audition. They sure did get a hell of a cast. But hey, as it turned out... I've been sick most of the week. What if I was acting? No good, man.

Waiting for the Parade... a very heavy piece of drama. About war, of loss and death, of anger and tension between these women. Anisah gave probably the strongest performance, but it was an ensemble and together those ladies did very well. Then there was the singing of Kate. Helluva voice on her. I don't want to go around pointing to all the roles, but I thought Ana's wassn't given enough... time. I dunno if there was more there that was missing, but her character was the most interesting to me and she spent most of the olay isolated from the rest of the cast; and what interaction she had she was sitting in the background at Sonia's place or arguing with Anisah.

After an all-too-brief intermission, the Twelve Angry Men came on. Boy were they Angry. Scott Conorton, that guy who came in virtually at the last minute, gave probably the best performance of the show, probably because he had the best character. He and Janessa carried the thing, no disrespect all the others, but it was all on them. Hugely memorable support was provided by the logically thinking Cary, the bitter racist Ryan, the wise old Chris Brown, and that zany Art-Carney-styled Doug (who made a cameo at the end of "Waiting for the Parade.") Still, they were all good. The problem being that if you've got 50 minutes and 12 character, that would evenly distribute into less than 5-minutes of spotlight per character. And since Janessa and Scott were the stars of the show, many characters didn't get their due. Someday, I might see the movie version and be like "Oh, so that's Juror #12's motivation." (Juror #12 was played by the venerable Kyle Sanderson, who was forced to audition at the callbacks. I think I wrote about that at the time.)

After the show, I congratulated all my Drama friends, with my usually flippant charm. I made a joke that I taught Doug everything he knows, and made the deliberate understatement of the year by saying Conorton "had chops." I compared Janessa, favorably, to Tony Danza (who actually played Doug's role, whereas Janessa's Juror #8 was from Jack Lemmon in that version. But who doesn't like a Tony Danza reference?) I also told Rosser "Man, I've seen 'em all... Macbeth... Everyman... Einstein's Dreams... but that blew 'em all away. now, it wasn't quite as good as that one play at the Fringe last year, but hey..." and then we got off into a bit of banter about our casting of the young grade 9 Gillian Arfin as "lady of the night," among other things.

I also deliberately enraged Cary by joking "2 hours of my life I'll never get back!" But hey... "I wouldn't want em." If that doesn't sound like a compliment to you, you're mistaken.

So yeah. I went and saw plays instead of going to semi. One or two people actually seemed surprised to hear that, and I don't know why. I've never been to semi, I never planned on going to semi, and there's nobody for me at semi, whereas the play is a seminal cultural event for a geek like me. Hey that's almost a pun - you figure it out. The bottom line is I really wanted to see those plays, and I wanted to see them on the White Oaks stage, and I was busy Wednesday and Thursday. It's pretty simple.

Afterward, all the Grade 12's embraced the stage, knowing this would be the last time they'd perform on it. I would have... except, through the way things have gone, I never did perform on it (the one play I ever did - the one where I was a butler? - was not on the stage.)

I feel better now. If I can get through the night without suffocating on my own mucuous, I can pull through for tomorrow.

You all please do keep on rockin'
-Shootin' Scotto

Vol 7: Cairo, Illinois

I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick - with that many I's.

Okay, so I'm not that sick. I mean, I was at school today, I was bouncing aorund with my normal level of energy, but I am sick. My nose is congested to high holy hell, my throat is swollen, my jaw hurts for some inexplicable reason, my head is pounding. I considered taking a sick day, but I pulled myself out of bed, because I am a stupid fool who does not understand that when you go to school sick, you are not only overexerting yourself, but also risking infection of others. Not that I care - I went, and everybody seems fine.

At this point of the year, I am fantasizing about nice weather that will be upon us in a month or two. When the snow starts melting, and you know it won't be back, when warm breezes caress you, and you're not wearing a jacket anymore. I long for those days.

I'm addicted to the Rolling Stones at the moment. Okay, I've loved the Stones for years, and it even intensified after I saw them in concert, and grows every time I discover a new song by them, but there's this one song I have recently become positively obsessed with. It is an obscure track, the opener from Exile on Main Street, it's called "Rocks Off." I know it is obscure because it took me two tries to download it. It's impossibly catchy. I even used the expression "get your rocks off" in conversation today. The phrase was then repeated by Emma, who is beginning to scare me a little.

I'm going to go see 12 Angry Men/Waiting for the Parade tomorrow night. I ought to, too, since I've been fanboying around the productions for months now. People ask, "Scott, why didn't you audition?" And it's hard to remember, but I'm sure there was a reason. Something about not wanting to lose time for schoolwork... I don't really recall. This is, after all, my last semester in school, I need good marks, and missing class to go act in plays is not a great way to keep marks up. Okay, that's a flimsy excuse for an excuse, but I'm sticking to it. I just take it as a compliment that people think I should have.

I talked to Coral today. Man she's funky. One groovy lady, y'dig?

Nothing else to report. Keep on rockin'
-Scott

Vol 6: I ain't never comin' back.

I'm starting to blog less and less. I think that may be because I now have Writer's Craft to deal with, which gives me 25 minutes of writing each day whether I want it or not.

Ecch. I've been stumbling around for the last couple of days in a... well, a daze. (In case you can't tell, that rhymes.) We rehearsed the Breakfast Club yesterday. Apparently I'm doing it well since everybody laughs when I say certain lines. Wait-- they're not supposed to be funny! Damn! Andrew Nolan has officially replaced Phil as Andrew Clarke, because Phil will be in Banff before the end of the year.

But by daze, I essentially mean what it is: I've just been wandering around for days, doing whatever anybody tells me to, because I can't think straight. I'm on autopilot. I gave a presentation on William Blake today in English, which was totally off the top of my head and was somehow stretched out to 4-and-a-half-minutes (it had to be 3-5,) and I didn't even touch on some of the details of his life and career that I meant to. It was pretty rough, but since I had no cue cards present, I think it came off well. Ryan Goad said that he got much more from mine than the one after mine. Afterward, this girl (who I later discovered was called Heidi,) came up to me - in the hallway, no less - and presented me with her own interpretation of Blake's poem, "The Lamb." I wasn't really listening and I wasn't really in a mood to argue/discuss it (the way she came at me unexpectedly, it seemed like she wanted an argument but I have no idea,) so I tried to re-emphasize my point... and by the end it seemed like one of those scenarios when you're both saying the same thing, or close to it, and there's just no point in discussing it.

I spent lunch today in the Box office with Emma, Scott Conorton, and Anisah. I might've gone to the lunch table with Ryan, Doug and all, but like I said: daze. Plus, it seemed like the place where the msot writer's craft homework was getting done, and I needed that. Emma appears to be losing it; she kept trying to seduce Conorton. Conorton was in a huff himself, because he had been barred from playing poker at school, for money or not. Which is the shits, I agree, but it's one of those cases where you've gotta pick your battles. Anisah served up the most puzzling statement of the day: there's this guy who appears to like her, but when the subject was broached, she said "No, he only thinks he does. There's a difference." And call me crazy, but that intrigued me. I kept meaning to ask what she meant by that, but the conversation moved on.

I had a thought for this paragraph, but I lost it, so I should just move on.

The family all saw Maim in Vain the other day. They liked it. As I am apt to do, I walked out at the beginning of the screening, because I just cannot stand to watch it. Speaking of Commtech, I got my report card yesterday: Commtech: 90, Hospitality: 94, Drama: 86. I went up in 2 classes and stayed the same in one (Hospitality, where the median dipped to about 51.) The 90 in Commtech gives me... well, a tie with Ana for top in the class (I think.) I heard that, were it not for her lateness, she could have gotten 98. Becky reported to me some weird things about Ana's response to this - which I will not repeat here. And there shall be no more talk on Commtech marks.

Thursday keeps happening in my head.

Hey, that sounds like it could be a song!

Interneta will be updated soon, with new reviews and maybe some lyrics.

I'm listening to The Clash - Death or Glory (London Calling). It makes me happy.

Jeep on Lockin'

I mean: keep on Rockin'
-Human Adolescent Male Designate: Scott Williams

Vol 5: The way I see it

Goddamn.

I'm miserable. I've had a run of bad luck recently, that's the only real way to explain it. To borrow the title of a recent movie, the past week has been a "series of unfortunate events." This didn't become apparent until Friday, when my headspace totally changed from after Thursday's exhausting improv tournement. And where to I begin?

I guess the proper place to start would be to say "we sucked balls at Reach yesterday" but that's not the big reason. Our performance was one of our worst ever, especially considering (*big egotistical moment coming up here) I was there. The problem as I see it is a bunch of questions that don't really apply to our individual skills and there's really nothing you can do to combat that. that, and I was going hog-wild with my guesses when somebody on my team probably should have taken it from me. I sometimes feel like I'm as much of a liability as an asset. For every two questions I answer correctly, I randomly guess one wrong, or just blurt out something that it flat-out inaccurate and embarass myself. I don't care. I'm getting tired of Reach. I was sick to my stomach yesterday, pent up in this strange school (Nelson High) and all about miserable.

We didn't make it in Improv. I wasn't surprised to hear the news, but it might've cheered me up after Friday to hear we were going to compete last night. According to Emma, even Cliff, a member of the high-ranking Bateman team, felt the scoring was unfair and that not only should WOSS have made it, but that there were also teams that should not have. Cliff is a good guy - he works with Emma, used to do Reach (that's how I know him,) and is damn funny onstage.

Okay, so that's two things that got me down, but it's not even the full story of my recent misery. Suffice it to say, I now really know how Matthew, Chris' character from Night Sessions feels. And if you didn't see Night Sessions (or weren't in it,) then maybe you don't know what that means. Matthew's character was a teenager who fell victim to cruel, unrequited love, and had his heart rudely broken when he saw the girl he loved making out with this other guy. Fancy that: I wrote that, then it happened to me. Maybe I should start writing about guys who actually get the girls, if my words are going to have this magic prophetic ability.

But for all this heartbreak, all this bad luck and this losign streak I'm on, I'm not going to get down. Yeah, this is a revolutionary concept for me, I'm prepared just to keep moving instead of sitting in one place. No, I'm not happy. I don't know what could cheer me up or when I might be open to the idea of being happy again, but I can at least accept hey: shit happens. And even when it all appears to happen at the same time, the best you can do is just move past it. It happened, nothing you can do, so let go. Hey, I'm a Buddhist. The cause of suffering is desire, I desired, ergo I must suffer. Don't do the crime, etc. Haha. See? I can laugh. A little bit. I would not be "Shootin'" Scotto if I were not resilient after all that I've been through. After all, it just gives me another chapter in my much-delayed, much-ignored book about girls.

To reflect my pain, I edited Thursday's post into "4.5," a revised version of 4, with all the embarassing bits that upset me edited out. Perhaps someday, (probably) I'll put the original back, but not for now. I'm to exposed.

I'm prepared to let this one go. There are other fish in the sea, and plenty of girls in the world. Or so I've been told; I haven't met too many of them and the ones I know are all unavailable, but somebody told me they're out there.

I am smiling. 2005 has been a shitty year so far, but I'm smiling for whatever masochistic reason. At least I still have you, blog.

I bought Almost Famous and Lost in Translation yesterday at Blockbuster, as part of a "2 for $30" deal. I got to the parking lot before I realized how much I had paid - the total was $41.88. That's not right. So I went to the manager and he gladly reimbursed me the $6 and change of which I'd been robbed.

Some idiot once said that life isn't really bad, jsut a series of things, some good, some bad, and that you've got to learn to sort 'em out. Oh wait, that idiot was me.

Good night, keep on rockin'
Scotto

Vol 4.5: Renewal of vows

What a day! What a night!

I was up at 6:30 this morning, for the much-lauded pre-dawn Improv practice. That was fine, I did my best to be chipper, after all, this was for the team. Even though I spent the entirety of first sitting in the box office, writing my "senses poetry" for Writer's Craft.

School raced by at a snail's pace. I enjoy all my classes, but 3:00 was long in coming. I got home, ate an early dinner, and by 5:30 was back at school to await driving to the Improv competition.

Oh and I also discovered a fabulous new website, the WebComic El Goonish Shive. It's brilliant.

Improv was great. The difference between this time and last time was that this time, they took us aside this time and told us what was good and what should be improved. And they gave us points, which basically painted us an inferior to all the other groups. I dunno, I don't think it was unfair but I wish we didn't have to tie. That really eats it. I didn't have a "double-pearled" line although I did get a few laughs; in theme when I randomly interjected "I'm already crying," and in Character when I said, as 'honest' waiter, "The special today is steak. It's not very good. ... well the reason why it's so special is that it's probably the worst special we've ever had." And then had to rush the ending. And so character, which is normally our strongest, became our weakest. We did consistent, and I think we did great, but overall I see so many places in which we - and myself in particular - could have picked up the ball better. I'm sure everybody walks away thinking "If only I'd said this in this scene," but that was not to be. Story and theme, however, the new inductions to our oevre, were well received, and life was an infinite improvement over first punk show; "letting a friend down" opened up all kinds of doors which we just knocked down with what I consider to be great success.

Afterward, Alyssa, Doug, Ryan, Emma and I stopped into Timmy H's for a cup o joe and about an hour of chit chat. I'll tell you there is very little in this world that I take more pleasure in than just sitting down with any random combination of drama kids and talking. Just grooving.

That's all I really have to say for now...
Keep on Rockin'
-Scott

Vol 4: Would you stand up and walk out on me?

What a day! What a night!

I was up at 6:30 this morning, for the much-lauded pre-dawn Improv practice. That was fine, I did my best to be chipper, after all, this was for the team. Even though I spent the entirety of first sitting in the box office, writing my "senses poetry" for Writer's Craft.

School raced by at a snail's pace. I enjoy all my classes, but 3:00 was long in coming. I got home, ate an early dinner, and by 5:30 was back at school to await driving to the Improv competition.

Oh and I also discovered a fabulous new website, the WebComic El Goonish Shive. It's brilliant.

Improv was great. The difference between this time and last time was that this time, they took us aside this time and told us what was good and what should be improved. And they gave us points, which basically painted us an inferior to all the other groups. I dunno, I don't think it was unfair but I wish we didn't have to tie. That really eats it. I didn't have a "double-pearled" line although I did get a few laughs; in theme when I randomly interjected "I'm already crying," and in Character when I said, as 'honest' waiter, "The special today is steak. It's not very good. ... well the reason why it's so special is that it's probably the worst special we've ever had." And then had to rush the ending. And so character, which is normally our strongest, became our weakest. We did consistent, and I think we did great, but overall I see so many places in which we - and myself in particular - could have picked up the ball better. I'm sure everybody walks away thinking "If only I'd said this in this scene," but that was not to be. Story and theme, however, the new inductions to our oevre, were well received, and life was an infinite improvement over first punk show; "letting a friend down" opened up all kinds of doors which we just knocked down with what I consider to be great success.

Afterward, Alyssa, Doug, Ryan, Emma and I stopped into Timmy H's for a cup o joe and about an hour of chit chat. I'll tell you there is very little in this world that I take more pleasure in than just sitting down with any random combination of drama kids and talking. Just grooving.

But did you ever get the feeling the universe was trying to tell you something?

I'll explain.

Going back to November, at the last Reach tournement, you'll read my rant about a girl I have met there frequently over the years (every time we meet it's like for the first time, and the question is frequently asked, "do you remember me?") Her name is Leanne and she goes to Bateman. And here's the part where I totally spill my guts and get all sentimental and I have that I'm about to do this but sometimes you have to relieve yourself.

As previously stated, yesterday's assignment was to write a piece of poetry - or prose (mine straddles those boundries,) that appeals to the senses. Meaning you describe someone incorporating all senses. And the thing I thought of was basically about this same girl from Bateman - who I knew I was going to see tomorrow at Reach anyway. If you recall frequent references to "February 11th" you'll realize that was what that was about.

So I handed it in today, and during the intermission after Roud 2 of improv, who should tap me on the shoulder but Leanne from Bateman?! Jesus I was not expecting that! I mean, I knew Bateman was going to be at the competition, but I didn't figure that the one person I knew or cared about from that school would be in the audience (she was not a participant.) And I was shocked. Dumbstruck. Ambushed. And when I stared in disbelief that she was here talking to me, she asked "You don't remember me, do you?" And I instantly repeated "You're Leanne, from Bateman."

PS - I don't even really know the spelling of her name, so I'm using the one I'm most familiar with.

We could only go so long because I was taken unprepared. But we left at least with confirmation that yes, we would both be at Reach tomorrow.

If I ever believed in the presence of meaning in the universe - that seemingly random events could have so meaning on one person's life, this was it. Is it destiny, coincidence, or just sheer determination? All those conscious decisions were made - me joining improv, her coming to support her team - were they just for our own reasons or was there more to it?

I'm feeling like Romeo, because of how blindly lovesick he is at the beginning of that play. And tomorrow has suddenly become so much more important to me - ironic, considering it was the only thing I'd been looking foward to for months anyway.

God, I sound like such a teenager. Sorry, faithful readers, for the uncharacteristically romantic entry.

But please keep on rockin'
-Scott

Vol 3: Eat a peach

Well, yesterday was the first day of school, and I hit the ground running.

I love Ms. Wilson. Have I already said that? Because I remembered yesterday how much I do: and it's a lot. Her english class is great. After one day, anyway.

All my fears may have been for nothing... I have found a group worthy of lunchtime hang-outage. So far, so good.

I found out that we have an Improv competition on... (checks calendar,) Thursday, an-- waitaminute...... THURSDAY?! THURS-F'N-DAY?!?! No way! No how! How could they?! And we have to do how many events? Four??? We've only ever really practised three! Lunchtime practises... hooray.... (not.)

Yeah I'm stressed about that. Then again, this whole short-notice thing is nothing new since I was added to the list on the Friday before the previous competition (exhibition.) However I must warn my teammates... spewage may occur.

Mr. Guthrie is more or less as I predicted he'd be: tough but fair, and passionate about reading. I've heard plenty of stories about him over the years, many of them make a lot of sense now. But he's a good guy and a good teacher. So far.....

I had to run out yesterday and get a hardcover notebook for his class. Yeah, for some reason something about him saying "do it tonight" makes me want to... do it that night. So off we went to Staples, where, incidentally, I ran into Ana and she had to show me where the books were, and I showed her where paper was. And as we were leaving and Eric said "Hey lucky you ran into that girl you know," and she was leaving right behind us... and she had parked right next to us.... how... odd.

And for Writer's Craft I am finally reading Neil Gaiman's American Gods. As per his directions I'm only 20 pages in, but it is good sauce. I loved Neverwhere, and was about to read it again, when I saw this one next to it and decided I'd be cheating myself (and probably cheating in general) if I chose the one I'd already read.

And I just wonder, man... what am I doing in a Law class? I mean, it's interesting and Mr. Dames is a really cool teacher (I mean it - he is the stereotypical cool teacher, as any drummer for the teacher band would be,) but something tells me that this class is going to be the one that most gets me doubting myself.

So, we're off and running, so far so good... Improv thursday, Reach Friday.... Reach Friday?!?! Yeah man, it's February 11.

Well, off I go. First period don't last forever.

Keep on Rockin'
Scott

Vol 2: Take a sad song and make it better

Hey kids.

I just wanted to pop in and share this with the Blog universe. I wanted to capture the feeling I have right now. I really feel at peace, at home in my skin (whatever that means) and at one with the universe. I'm content. I'm happy and I'm even excited to see what the next few days will bring.

What is the reason for this miraculous influx of morale?

I have no idea.

Maybe it's the fact that I won at bowling today, beating average consistently and vanquishing my (admittedly absent) opponent. Maybe it's because I managed to fight insomnia and get a decent night's sleep even though I was awake from 5:30-7 this morning for no good reason (fell back asleep until 7:45.) Maybe it's because today's Garfield was kinda funny. Maybe it's because the weather is so gorgeous out and it makes me feel good even though I have no good reason to be out there. And so I am in here, sitting at my computer, not doing anything particularly productive. And yet, my spirits are high.

Who knows how long it'll last? Hell, as soon as I click "Post" the feeling might go away. But right now, for this moment, I feel pretty damn keen.

So I say to all you out there in the world, be my guest, by trying to keep on rockin'
-Scott

Vol 1: Two riders were approaching...

Check out the fresh updates over at Interneta. Linked above.

I begin February on a pensive note. And to be honest, I can't even recall the meaning of the word "pensive" right now, but I'm sure that if I looked it up on Dictionary.com, it'd probably describe the way I'm feeling right now.

I'm just sort of... anxious. I just want to get the new semester started. I desperately want that new beginning.

And I've been going over in my head... I feel like I need a plan for February 11. If you don't know what I mean by February 11, then maybe you're not interested enough (and if you are interested enough, I think the explanation can be found circa mid-November. I don't remember when though.) I don't wanna go in cold, but at the same time... it's just gonna be a fucked-up scenario to have. And I keep asking myself, how do you prepare?

Ech.

I'm not, like, feelin' low. I'm not upset about anything. It's just... reflection. If you know this blog then you know that I'm all about reflection. Over the last week, I've had a lot to think about and a lot of time to think about it. Maybe too much. Thinking can be your worst enemy when you do as much of it as I do, and none of it particularly productive.

I didn't know Exam Return Day was the other day. Dunno why I didn't figure, but it didn't hit me until too late that day that it was. So I won't know what my Drama mark was until later. Oh well.

I just wanna take a pass on the whole "existing" thing for now. Guess I can't though, I have too much to do.

Keep on Rockin'
-Scott