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Being a legal adult is all well and good but, aesthetically speaking, I think I prefer the number 17. Prime numbers are the "black" of numerology -- never out of fashion.
posted on Sunday, April 24, 2005
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Prom and the adjunct activities occupied Sunday evening through the first hour or so of Monday morning. It was more or less what I expected -- flashy, loud and fairly fun, the "I'm broke" aspect notwithstanding. It did seem, though, like a regular school dance with nicer clothes, not that I've been to any of this school's prior dances. I may be boring, tense and self-conscious, but that was still some ghastly music. When we first arrived they were playing Good Charlotte, which, regardless of the fact that I like some of their older songs, is obviously and completely wrong for prom. Then they switched to some bling-blingin', cap-bustin', ho-bangin' tunes (a term loosely used) from the 'hood. Jesus wept. Couldn't they've played... I don't know, a waltz? Something that would be more difficult to dry-hump to?
Anyway, there were lots of silly photos to be taken, especially since everyone looked way cool, and eventually somebody assassinated the DJ and put on some slow songs (slow dancing ROFLMAOBBQ) and nobody spiked the punch, and then everyone started leaving because it was over, but Ben & Jerry's was closed and Diana and I talked for way longer than was reasonable considering that she had to get up insanely early to be elsewhere all this week and then I took her home and she left her camera in my car and that reminds me, I still need to take that to school and give it to Tara.
posted on Tuesday, April 19, 2005
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The most interesting (and amusing) comment I received today was "You could totally rock a mustache." I occasionally enjoy "forgetting" to shave and then having stubble to stroke thoughtfully all day. But I don't think I could cope with actual facial hair.
Last weekend, from early Friday morning to late Monday night, I was in New York (or traveling Amtrak-style between here and there) with the Classical Society. We stayed in a hostel and spent all of Saturday and Sunday in the city, eating (some of the best Italian and Chinese food I've ever had), going to museums (Natural History, Metropolitan Art), touring (Empire State Building), exploring (Washington Square and Greenwich Village, Chinatown, Central Park), watching (Latin mass, Yankees game, Carmen at the NYC Opera). And -- for probably a good third of the time -- walking. We rode buses and subways and ferries, but walking was, for me, the core experience of the trip. It was a startlingly practical way to get around and allowed us to see the omnipresent detail. I got the impression that each stone gargoyle leering from a doorway had been more painstakingly made than the average building in Raleigh. The whole experience was unquestionably one of the best and most significant I've had in high school.
One lost application and a couple automated tests later, it looks as though I may get a job at Harris-Teeter after all. I'm looking forward to the money and the work shouldn't be too bad. It'll only be for several months, however it turns out.
Tomorrow evening's prom, and I'm actually looking forward to it, an attitude my two-years-ago self wouldn't have understood -- why I'm spending so much time and money on an evening's decadence. This year is not tapering to a drawn-out end. Graduation and college are rushing to meet the present and I'm ready for them. Tomorrow night will be one of the first big goodbyes.
posted on Friday, April 15, 2005
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I've tried for an hour to find any scrap of advice I could give to next year's freshmen.
What can I tell them? "Take lots of AP classes so you'll get better teachers." "You'd better hope you can find at least one elective you enjoy." "Don't you wish you were good at math?"
posted on Wednesday, April 06, 2005
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