J’ai arrive en Floride! Okay, that’s probably the last time I’ll ever use french on here again since I suck at grammar and could only embarrass myself even further than I already do. Basically, everything went smoothly in terms of getting across customs, the actual travelling in the air, and getting down. Well, okay we had some turbulence on the way down and ended up being an hour late, but other than that everything was fine! I’m not going to type much because I’ve got 1.5 paragraphs left to finish on my almost monster of an essay and would like to get that done so I can ignore it for some time. Sent off an essay of a “letter” that took me quite some time to write, but it’s all worth it. This is how I like to spend my nighttime, thinking of those things that mean most to me. This trip will be documented how I can, probably mainly through pictures. I’ll try and pick the best I can from each day to show what went down. Looking forward to Universal tomorrow, gettin’ it back to Hogwarts!
Until then. :)
In “Image World”, Michael Posner brings up the apparently hypnotic effect visual culture is having upon North Americans and the overuse of spectacle in everyday life in order to raise awareness of the manipulation we are being subjected to and ultimately force our society to notice the differences between what is real and what is valuable.
I have a tentative thesis. Liking this direction. Let’s go get an A.
Somewhat sad thoughts tonight. Back home after only a week, and I’ve found this room makes me a bit reminiscent. Unmade beds have a similar effect, and I smile a little. Too many belongings of another time makes my eyes moist, and I wonder what happened to that time when I wouldn’t dare part with any of it. Hand-wrote a page and a half of thoughts for the first time in a long time, and hope to get into the habit of doing so again this week, yet not being able to find the journal I religiously wrote in every night for 2 months last year is strangely distressing. I’d like to continue it. It had a voice I liked and was fairly attached to, full of hope and newness and it would be good to capture it again. Perhaps I left it somewhere during the packing process and still haven’t unearthed it yet. It will be found. Getting my hair tamed tomorrow and let’s hope that renews personal confidence in myself. Not liking the way my eyes look burnt around the edges as of the past week. Couldn’t explain what it’s from. Preparations for Florida travelling must be completed as well. There won’t be phone lights to check down the sunny south, and hopefully there won’t be the same reminiscing thoughts as in this room. For now, must finish an essay of less than happy topic, as I’ve recently realized thinking a lot about the world makes me unnecessarily unhappy. Better to be simple and mindless than knowledgeable and worrisome. Still got Slow Club stuck in my mind. Wishing my voice was stronger and I was prettier and I could play the drums while standing up and maybe I’d have a future. That’s to be decided at some point, but today will not be that day. Mum’s forcing herself into talking with me. I’d rather she didn’t.
Woke up after having a Sherlock dream. I was the favourite of the trio. The case we did involved animals who had been experimented on and as a result who could talk. I distinctly remember tickling a beaver. I was intelligent and managed to prevent the other two from getting poisoned. The last words that were spoken were by me: “Oh MAN I wish I could fly! Sherlock, could you teach me telekinesis?” He laughed as we walked to a car out of the animal mansion. Best part was the fact I also had a British accent.
Went to class early, but not ridiculously early. Called mum. Got a pasta special lunch at the Oakham Cafe and a hot chocolate in a bowl. Got my essay done before 5. Didn’t procrastinate! Listened to the only song that made sense- I Fink U Freeky. Grabbed a bagel with Dan before walking up to the Panasonic Theatre. Enjoyed some Bertie Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans while waiting for and watching Potted Potter. Went home to an episode of Downton Abbey. Sorted out final Florida plans. Rocked out to music. Acted like dorks.
What could have been better? :)