Dramatic Monotony

Friday, April 26, 2002

"Every Day is a Holiday" by the Dandy Warhols

Okay, I've posted my project online.... HERE

And something's really strange with my blogger. You won't be able to see this post until I post the next one. It's one behind. WEIRD.

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

"Bittersweet Symphony" runs through my head.

What's wrong with my blogger?! Can't you see this? Can't you read this?! ARGH.

I have the worse sinus headache ever.


Tuesday, April 23, 2002

"Money" by Pink Floyd graces my headphones.

Anne, I'm dedicating this blogger entry to you. I have so much to say... but I'm also feeling the weight on my eyelids, dragging them down. Yeesh, I'm almost to the point of narcolepsy, I think. I sleep a lot. Ah, well.

Prom was great. It was almost to the point of being surreal, but definitely in a good way. I saw almost all of my friends, I went out to eat a great meal at Churrascos, and I just had a wonderful time. I'll write more on this later...but you'll just have to wait, because I'm in the midst of my secret plan... which I'll reveal by Friday!

I really need to shape up for the rehearsal tomorrow. It's a dress rehearsal, and while my performance wasn't THAT bad, it wasn't that great either.

By the way, if you're in the area of USC, come see the USC School of Theater Dance show on Thursday and Friday nights. It'll be a treat. I saw a few of the other dances and they were excellent. Even your fencing, Megan.

Alright, wanted to let you know that I'm alive. All is well. Woohoo!

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

"Silver Spring" by Fleetwood Mac is currently on rotation

I've changed around my links to other bloggers. Go, read, have fun. I enjoy them. I should add some more... I really enjoy all of the bloggers that Brian reads, so I highly recommend checking that out if you have a couple of extra minutes.

I'm going home for prom tomorrow! Dateless... yes. But I'll still have fun. Now, to see if my dress fits... Yeek! I'm a bit worried.

And I've finally figured out my creative project for Core 112. It's a secret... but I'll post it here when I'm done. Or I'll at least post a link... teehee! I'm looking forward to that.

Now, I need to do my homework for French and Economics. Yuck.

Monday, April 15, 2002

"Words" by Agent 99 is rocking my world

I totally nailed my CTCS 201 presentation! Everyone liked what I had to say, Joe seemed impressed by my knowledge, and the scene was the perfect length and subject matter to show. I even nailed the asshole who asked me a difficult question about my theory... booya!

I'm in a riot grrl mood. I want to go to a good punk show and push people around. I want to skank around in circles... I should be kickboxing or something. It's nice. I'm tired of being so passive. I need to get my aggresion out, and bouncing around the room while listening to ska and punk is certainly the best way.

I love this song by Propagandhi. It reminds me of some of the people that I know. ::coughswimmerscough::

nothing i can say will change your little mind. it's your clique and right or wrong you won't be left behind, but you're weak. equality's your trip when all your friends agree, but freedom's just not hip when it's of sexuality, so you hate. i hope i live to see the day when you sexually repressed hatred is finally washed away. it seems that you're trying to prove it to yourself--build up those defences, you're just like everybody else. you wave your fist like you wave your fucking flag and you'll prove it to me now: you're no 'fag'. but that's fucking weak (or, as regal thought it said for 8 years: "so we fight!")

And who doesn't like moshing to such politically conscious lyrics such as those?!

Now, I'm listening to "Hey Jude" by the Beatles

I'm at it again. Writing another paper. It's my last paper for the semester, I think. Technically, I have one more for my writing class, but it's a creative project and I can do anything I want for it. So, I'm excited about that one. However, this is yet another boring five-six page paper on post-modernism.


Amy came up with the most brilliant choreography for the end of the dance show. That was good. I called Sam and told her about it, and when I was on the phone with her, Sam cut me from the show. That was not good. I'm going to be gone from this Thursday and Friday's practice... and she made those mandatory. I'm pissed, especially because I told her TWO MONTHS AGO that I couldn't make it on those two days.

I spent three months practicing for this show. I'm really really upset about being cut two weeks from the performance date.

Sunday, April 14, 2002

"Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac is gracing my speakers now

It's official. Jennifer Noble is ready to leave Marks Hall. I'm ready to reach beyond this small place.

I feel better about this. To those immediately surrounding me, I have one thing to say: You can all go around ignoring me, like you've been doing. You aren't my friends. I don't respect you. And I don't care. Not anymore. I tried so hard... and you didn't try at all. And I'm sick of it all. So, I'll be nice to you. I'll smile pleasantly. I don't want to ruin my last two weeks here. But you don't have any control over my heart anymore.

But to my true friends in Marks... I love you. Megan, Josh, Libby, Ian, Amy, Kristen, Andy, everyone on the other side of the hall, the boys downstairs... you've been amazing. I'm so happy that you were around. My year at USC has been awesome because of you guys.

And those outside of my dorm? I've never felt better in my life. I'm in the TMB, the coolest organization on campus. I've met so many fascinating people, people who have plans and ambitions, as well as people who make me laugh. I live in Southern California for nine months of the year! I feel the future urging me on... I'm returning to my roots, my core of who I am. It's time to go home, refresh, then come back and attack my opportunities. What can be so bad about that?

At the TO research conference, I realized that I love something. After years of being apathetic towards my educational goals, I now have a passion... gender studies. I want to pursue, investigate, and eventually understand the complexities that rule human sexuality. I think I'm sticking with my original major plan: English and Cinema Critical Studies, but I want to focus on this particular aspect of these disciplines. And maybe a graduate degree? I don't know... it's all out there, it's all in the hands of the Lord.

I'm going to write my paper now. And now the song's changed to "Rocket Man" by Elton John... appropriate. I feel like blasting off into the future... or just tomorrow.

A bit dramatic, n'est-ce pas? Ah, well. Nothing's wrong with feeling intensely.

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

I'm currently playing "I Miss You" by Bjork

I think I'm doing okay in my roommate's eyes at the moment. Why, one might ask. Wasn't this the same one that disliked you greatly? And I'd say to you, Yes, it was. But I cleaned my side of the room. And evidently that's important, even though I was never really told the extent of HOW important it is.

Hopefully it lasts.

I've also started a to do list. I'm tired of having it stuck in the depths of my notebook... not to mention all the valuable notebook paper it took up! So, I got a dedicated notepad, *just* for my to do list. I suppose I could put it in my palm pilot... but I'm having problems with finding batteries at a decent price. (IE, I'm forgetting to buy them when I go home)

Right now, I'm going to go register my iBook's ethernet card on ResNet. Crazy shit, yo. Evidently that's why I couldn't use it at Leavey the other day. And I changed my cell phone plan, so now I have all of these fun, new minutes. I like more minutes.

Also, I got a lot of Deans' Dollars. I like Deans' Dollars. I have... very few, even with that great addition, but hey. What the hell, it's DEANS' DOLLARS.

My life is boring. I'm rambling about paper money. May God bless my soul...

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

"Army of Me" by Bjork is paused in my winamp

Ah, times like these remind me of why I got a blogger. And the number one reason to bare your soul online is...? ::drumroll:: TO PROCRASTINATE!

I have a 104 paper due tomorrow. Yuck, yuck, schmuck.

And I finally did laundry, but I've gotta fold it. Repeat the yuck, yuck part.

Alright, I'm off. To do something. Yay.

Sunday, April 07, 2002

The Album Leaf, "This River Deep" plays on my headphones

It's really early. Or really late. I can't decide which.

I haven't updated in a while, yet again. But I just want to say, after I lost my student ID as I walked from Bing to Marks Hall, I've been eating better than I have in a long time. Off campus food is nice. Papa Johns and Popeyes and Pasta Roma and Thai food... the list goes on and on. It almost makes me regret having to get a new USCard on Monday. To think... only three weeks more of EVK.

Andy, you're the bestest. That's all I have to say about that.

And MLB? Well, what can I say about you? Nothing that you haven't heard before, I'm sure. Definitely my favorite Zeta! We had an amazing phone conversation that just brightened up my day. And evidently my blogger made her worried... I'm sorry! Sometimes the best stuff doesn't get put on here... but I'll do my best to get some fun things on.

I've made a resolution to lose some weight before prom. And when Nora called me on Friday night, she apprised me of the prom situation. Evidently about three senior guys have asked girls from our grade to go. And that's it. Yikes. What's wrong with these SBS boys? Are they just retarded? The prom's less than two weeks away... GET ON THE BALL! Good heavens.

And this picture's just funny. It's from last weekend. And Vogue just beat up TLC in some stupid drummer game. Moxy? Macky? I can't remember the real name. If anyone knows, please inform me. Anyhoo, basically two people just hit each other until one gives into the excruciating pain. Seeing that Vogue's rather large, I'm surprised TLC lasted as long as she did.

Also, today there was a strange thing in the stairwell. Let me share these pictures as well.

Marks Hall... a den of iniquity.

Thursday, April 04, 2002

Silence is golden.

I just woke up from a three hour nap. I skipped both my 104 class and my econ class because I had one of the worst headaches I've ever had in my life. I felt nauseous and tired, as the pounding just wouldn't stop. My nap had a little interruption in the middle as my roommate came in and opened all the blinds and turned on her country music really loudly. But it didn't really affect me; I woke up, then went immediately back to sleep.

I've gotta write a paper tonight.

And I need to fit into a dress in a week's time.

Shit. It's not going to happen; but I'm trying to work out every day. Starting tomorrow, of course. ;)

We have a shitload of previews tonight. I don't know what's going on with the bunch... I wonder if they're going out. Ah, well, I still need to read Hick and write a rough outline by tomorrow. At ten. Eep.

I saw the musical tonight, How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. I enjoyed it, quite a bit. The dancing was neglible. The singing and acting... great! It's such a strange thing to come from SBS where dancing is everything to here, where the music is everything. I like it, actually.

Okay, I'm working... NOW!

"Sure As Not" by Afro Celt Sound System

I don't want to type. I haven't wanted to type for a while now. And strangely enough, now's the time when I need to update my blogger. I need to sort out my thoughts and feelings and opinions. I need to share the highs of the Band Bitch slumber party and the lows of my roommate's angry glares. I need to laugh about my bonding time with Josh and Megan, and I need to smile at inflated egos of my TMB friends. I need to be silent and contemplative. I need to be loud and obnoxious. I need to scream.

I need to get away from Marks Hall # 326. It's time to move on.

But I still clutch at the past, unwilling to really let go.

I don't want to.