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| I got some fancy shoes to try to kick away these blues.Here we are again. I'm early for class, sitting in the cool are of the Lares building. I should really start bringing homework to class because I've got nothing going on for an hour beforehand. That way, later on I can have some more free time. It seems pretty obvious, but you get caught up in running around pretty quick and forget stupid things like that.
Dan moved in yesterday, that kinda seals the deal. College has started. JD and I want to go visit him later on today, spend some time downtown maybe. Its weird, there is this air of hanging on to summer still, at least amongst all of the freshmen here. Its like none of us want to start, and at the same time are immensely excited to have started school. Its kinda terrifying to think that we're all off to school though. I mean, Ilana, Yeva, Prithi, even Ben, and of course Dan. We're all out there on our own now.
It makes me wonder how rough things are going to be whenever theres that next heartbreak or bout with something saddening or depressing. The strength, atleast for me, came from the nights we'd just climb into my car and just go do something. Its weird, I was thinking about that too, how technically its not my car, but then on the other hand I use it 99% of the time. Its not about that though, I found some stuff in my trunk from the many adventures of the summer and realized that it wasn't just my car. It kinda became everyone's. True, it wasn't just me doing the driving - I'm not saying that. I'm saying that overtime it kinda molded into everyone's little mobile home (for lack of a better word).
Theres a lot of shit I want to rant on about but its more important to think it through first. As for now, well I think I'll chronicle my first semester's classes.
Math 017 - Logic and Sets - aka Math for Dummies Mon/Wed 7-830.
It was the first class I officially entered as a college freshman. I think I'm the only freshman in the class actually. Its like dumbed down, way way way down, math logic and probability for those of us who don't particularly enjoy mathematics. Its for seniors who put off math classes until, quite literally, the last moment. Its going to be one of the easiest A's I'll ever receive, but thats fine for me. Having a strong GPA early on works. Its a pretty small group, no more than like 18 kids in the class. I shouldn't say kids though. Most of them are about one and a half of my age. I've got single moms, returning students, 6th year seniors. Its a pretty odd group. But I'll enjoy it.
English 262 - The Facts of Fiction - aka The differences between lies and imagination - Tues/Thurs
This one's going to be another fun one. The teacher is essentially an Italian version of my grandfather who sounds and talks like Christopher Walken. I love it. Once again, I'm the only freshman which is kinda cool. The older kids in the class have taken to taking me under their wing. We're reading a few things I read in high school which is good. I'll have a little leg up on a class usually for upperclassmen. We're also going to be reading Clockwork Orange which is something I've always wanted to dabble in, even though most people have said it gets pretty fucked up.
English 015 - English Comp - aka Lets write about stuff we're forced to read Tues/Thurs
This one's mostly freshmen and a few middle aged moms and dads. This professor is kinda turtle-y but I can deal with that. I sit behind this crazily tall kid who died his hair blue. He seems like a nice guy in the little bit that we've talked. Its a simple comp course, read a book, examine a writing style, write a paper. Bada-bing, bada-boom.
PSU 001 - Health and Nutrition? aka I haven't had it yet, it starts at 10:00 today.
Comm 150 - the Art of the Cinema- aka the most fun you'll ever have in school ever if your name happens to be Corey Abramson Tues - 6:00-9:15
Three hours and fifteen minutes of bliss. We have this class in a lecture hall, but it doesn't feel like a lame lecture class. In one lesson I learned more about framing and camera angles than I ever have considered looking into. Like, i can't really explain it. But this is exactly the sort of thing I wanted to take. It got me enthused about what I'm doing with college. I'm so fucking excited. It also happens to be the class I take with Karl, so we get to hang out before, during and after. Theres a row of us who sorta know of each other, and we have a good time. Essentially we screen movies and analyze them shot by shot. For now, its shorts and early film because we're also doing a little bit of film history. At least it isn't what I feared it would be (and many kids hoped it would be) - a class in which we just watch movies and then write a book report about it. I can't explain it, but I'm in love with this course. The professor is nice also and offered to sneak me into her COMM 100 if mine got canceled, even though it didn't. I guess this serves as a good seggway into...
Comm 100 - The Mass Media and Society - aka the second most fun you'll ever have in school ever if your name happens be mine Thurs - 6:00-8:30
This one is fun also, another long one. Its essentially a look at the Mass Media outlets and how they effect society - politically, culturally, ecconimically, ethically and so forth. But it also focus in on the other direction, which is something amazing in my opinion. Like, we spent the first class talking (its mostly a discussion course, which is fine with me) about how the public opinion travels back and affects the media. It seems simplistic, but in class we got really deep into macro- and micro- aspects of the media. I love it. I'm not the only freshmen in this class, but its a big one. 30 some kids, it feels more like high school, which is fine with me. I definitally got my name out in this class though, because I got really fired up when we talked about politically charged media. I just didn't stop, it was crazy.
Horwitz would've been really proud - I think I may email him. It may be a good idea to tell him that Molly and I aren't together anymore to avoid anything awkward. I could be really cruel, but thats not the way to go about it. I also need to set up a golf date or two with him before it gets too cold out. Its gonna be weird when I come back to do shit for school like the plays and the mayors forum. I know I want to be involved form a distance, as I'm sure Dan will be with the paper. Come to think of it, I may visit a mirror meeting or two. My schedule allows for it a few days a week. Whatever, I'm going back to help out, see JD, Mak, Evan, Schmeill and everyone and not to pester Molly. Its my alma matter as much as it is her school now, its not like I'm not allowed to visit because she's there.
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| So this is pretty chill. I find myself here, hanging out at the fig at 8:51 on a Wednesday night. Its actually the one year anniversary of Open Mic nights. The house band is rocking away, party hats and all. Its just so chill here. I can totally see myself living here, writing away with a cup of coffee and some oreo cheesecake, which I heavily suggest to anyone who might stop by. Theres a lightness to the room that wasn't here last time. It isn't overly smoky, and the college kids have mostly returned to State College or University Park or whatever. I'm just having a good time sitting here though, you can see a hell of a lot better without the over flowing hookah smoke. Mike and His Gypsy All-Stars, a.k.a Nancy and whoever he roped in for this week are on their way. The bass line is fat, funky and seeping into the hardwood floor. I can feel it travel down the little store front to my window pillow seat. The nylon guitar strings pierce over the walking line the bassist lays down. The hipster at the keys who's taken to getting to know me oozes her hammond over this concoction like warm honey and caramel. A few more measures pass and the acoustic guitar slams into an up stroking fervor. I closed my eyes and swayed my head, only to get a tap on the shoulder by one of the other waitresses. "Just let me know when the rest of your band gets here." I nod with a smile and she walks away. Just in time for the jam to ease into a landing. The set ends with a light round of applause, and the house band breaks down their things. The Hippie at the keys comes over and smokes a cigarette while I sip some iced coffee. She's got a warm smile and no clue how old I am. She probably has a boyfriend as well, but I'm fine with that. She's like an older sister or something to me, doubt she realizes this however. We sit and talk about music and our jobs, our commutes and how fucking awesome this place is. She tells me that she wants to go places with her music networking, she wants to organize shows on her own and actually take some of the cut for all of the hard work she's putting in. I immediately offer up DLJ's promise to help if we can, and she takes it with a smile.Mike, Nancy and Jean all come in smiling. Time passes. We wait, the Open Mic crew celebrates its birthday with cake and a pinata in the middle of some girl's set :-/The Gypsy All Stars have a kick ass set, The Rusty Saddles didn't fair as well, but hey. You've got good nights and bad nights. DLJ will come back and rock the house down again. Maybe there will be a few good pictures where I don't look confused as fucking hell. The point here is that I found a niche tonight, I found a group of people who didn't mind taking me in under their wing, a group of musicians, young adults, adults, hipsters, cool-cats, beatnicks, smokers, rastafarians, college freshmen, etc. I found a place to sit and write in, a place to sit and write about. I'm down with that. Maybe you guys might join me once or twice, I plan on coming home late a lote smelling like hookah and thats fine with me. :) Maybe these people, this place, maybe this is what I needed. Maybe its an outlet that isn't 10661 Halstead. Its not the JCC's tech booth. Its not the bagel shop. Its different, its a place to let loose, a place I can shake it down, lift some 25 year old in a chair during a rendition of a Russian folk song. Its a place I can pretend I can front a band for 10 minutes. Its a place I can catch a good high of the blues. | | |
| communication breakdown?
my ass.
fuck guys. come on. this is some fucking bullshit. | | |
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As I fall asleep, to black and white TV
If I float away, in my recurring dream
Each winter dreams, electricity
And there are words to say
And there are songs to sing
But I can hardly speak at all
Oh, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float a mile away, say we'll be OK
Dear Valentine
Now quietly we peek across the street
Perfectly cut, perfectly mean
But it's not complete, no not at all
Oh, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
Float a mile away, say we'll be OK
Dear Valentine | | |
| Hi, My name is Corey Harris Abramson and I am madly in love with Molly Elizabeth Schenker. You are dismissed. | | |
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