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Hot damn, it's over. Always time for reflections later.
posted on Thursday, May 26, 2005
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Seniors got out early on Thursday, while the fire hydrants around the school were being flushed. In hindsight I can see that splashing around in the gush of cold water was hardly optional. Cheap Indian food and bookstore browsings followed, then Diana brought me all the way back to Apex, just in time to leave for my last Bacchanalia as an RCHS student. Topped off the evening with some Halo 2 at Trevor's new place, and I prepared for the Vergil AP test only by sleeping. The test (on Friday) was difficult but not worrisomely so.
I pass most Saturday mornings either wandering in the clearest dreams of second sleep or immersed in the book I was too tired to finish the night before. Yesterday, however, I rose early, compelled by him whose work ethic drives rather more ruthlessly than my own, to watch Cold Mountain and Glory. On the evening of that same day, I helped bake brownies at Erica's, joined some other Gentiles in pretending to be Jewish, and got my copy of the Iliad back from Erica, which absolutely made my evening. I haven't had it for eight months and it's well overdue for re-reading.
Haven't done much today besides having lunch with Michael and avoiding working on the assignment for which I watched movies on Saturday.
posted on Sunday, May 15, 2005
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AP tests. Calculus BC was rough, Computer Science A had a fun free-response section, English Literature was fine (and required almost no knowledge of the subject). Environmental Science is tomorrow, Latin: Vergil on Friday.
I went to the library Friday before last -- the first time in months -- and since then I've been finishing a book every few days. It's good to read again, though I thought the last installment of Stephen Baxter's Manifold trilogy failed to evoke as deep a sense of wonder as did the first two. Hominid speculations are okay as tangents, but not as premises; and alternate-reality conjectures were long ago worn thin with overuse.
Speaking of alternate realities -- while other classes are gearing down to end the year at a sedate pace, America at War has become bothersomely bullshit-bloated. Ours is, to tastelessly reference pop media, the Terry Schiavo of history classes -- incapacitated, vegitative and kept living only by the most artifical means.
I picked up Max Payne for $2 yesterday and have been playing it extensively and exclusively. My favorite line so far: "The cops arrived, sirens screaming in the off-key harmony of a manic-depressive choir." The bullet-time is so amazingly stylish that I keep wanting to re-do each fight over and over.
Taking Back Sunday's most recent album has been the only one in my player for a while now. When I first listened to it, skipping from song to song, looking for a good hook, I thought I'd made a mistake in buying the CD. A few days later, when I actually listened to all the songs, I found they were almost all excellent.
Oh, and life? Well, that can probably wait until the next update.
posted on Monday, May 09, 2005
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