I: It's everything and nothing more

It's after 1 AM on a Tuesday night and I'd probably be better served by going to bed, but it's been a weird week and I've earned my blogging.

Unfortunately, going a week without writing in here always means that so much noise has piled up in my life that nothing seems so significant anymore. so I rant about nothing in particular until I feel the need to stop because I'm not getting anywhere. So here it is.

Last Wednesday I gave my group presentation on the Restoration Theatre and the actress. We didn't really co-ordinate our efforts that well. I rambled a bit, mostly recounting my information off the top of my head. I'm not an accomplished speech-giver and I feel more comfortable when I'm attempting to gather my thoughts at once. It may not be any more effective, but it's certainly more satisfying.

After my brief talk situating the Restoration in the historical context -- with a brief rundown on the English Civil War, Oliver Cromwell and Charles I & II, I showed a clip from the movie Stage Beauty. When I signed up for this presentation I had that movie in mind (I must've still been in high school when I saw it.) It was nice that the week before, when the Prof called us together to discuss the presentation, she mentioned the movie. As a historical document, it hasn't got much value, but it made for a nice interruption of the usually dry tone of these presentations. I showed a clip of Billy Crudup teaching Claire Danes how to act as Desdemona. The girl who talked after me went way too long and in far too much detail. I felt super-awkward standing next to her the rest of the presentation.

Afterward I went back to the two girls I've made friends with (dude you should totally hit that) and was complimented for including the clip. Between the three of us, only one had read the play we were supposed to discuss, so she led us through a primer in our mini group discussion and we managed to come up with some pretty convincing material. I'm convinced I've accidentally become one of the Prof's favourite students. She calls other people by my name, and gave me a rather good mark on what I would consider a rather sloppy in-class essay about Henry IV. Well, maybe it being in-class she cut me some slack.

Thursday, I closed with Ryann and Dana. Work is getting weird. I'm pretty sure Karen is bitter at me for some issues regarding the previous week where I was in charge of New Release night and we had to stay an hour late. It was a mess and she's not letting me forget it. (Of course, it's not entirely my fault, we were supposed to have an extra person -- guess who -- but am I going to tell her that? Fuck no. Life's hard enough.)

The weekend was a drag. I put off working on my Film Theory essay until late, per my usual MO. Maybe I'm getting too old to be such a slacker. Maybe there's just too much nonsense in my life to really care. I don't know. If I had more time I'd go on and on but the later it gets the more desperate I am to wrap this up.

Saturday, dad and I finally got rid of the TV. During the week some hooligans (HOOLIGANS!!) had moved it over to a neighbour's lawn, so I had to move it back to the backyard. Then dad had to borrow Alex's truck and we hauled the TV down to the dump. Actually, that was all rather easy, much easier than dad's earlier attempt to transport the big-ass CRT TV in his Toyota (although that was a nice thought since it was spur of the moment.)

Sunday night is when I finally got around to that paper, after combing my articles the previous night for relevant quotes. It wasn't that hard to put together, although with the work I put in I doubt if the mark will be stellar. Don't care. not really engaged with the material. Bummed out. Just wanna be done. Can't believe I signed up for this shit. what is this I don't even.

Taylor, my Omegle friend, is back on the internet after a several-months banishment. It's nice to have her back on a semi-consistent basis.

I finished the film paper on Monday morning. Monday night I was in charge of new releases again. We got out at ten. As we were walking out, the phone started ringing and I suspect it was Karen calling in case we were still working on it. I'm hoping that the knowledge that I'm capable of doing this right (albeit with one more person than we used to need back when it was me, Adam/Jeff and Alan/Gus) will get her to cut me a bit more slack because I can really see her opinion of me slipping. It's hard to keep things sane, too, because while she rarely remembers the good she never forgets the bad. I can be great at my job 99% of the time but the one night I screw up becomes her entire perception of me.

And I take my shit seriously.

It rained tonight on my way home.

I started a Tumblr. I mainly uses it to repost links and old writing, although it was the primary medium for a new story I just wrote, the first new thing I've done in a while. It came to me while I was not paying attention in US Studies.

I'm not a very good student. The last assignment I handed in came back pretty much saying "It's good, but you did it wrong. 77%." I can live with that.

More and more I drift away.

Keep on rockin'
-Scotto