Saturday, 22 December 2012
Sometimes catching up with old friends is great, but sometimes I wish I didn't.
I was writing a bunch of things down lately because there has been a lot of human interaction lately, although most of it just made me want to crawl into a hole and never speak to anyone again. On the other hand, this has started to stimulate and inspire some story ideas for the Nanowrimo project I always say I'll participate in and always fail to do.
Recently I was talking with a friend I hadn't seen in a while. We were high school friends, and as such friends that have moved on to separate university paths, the question of our future aspirations was brought up. I talked about mine, and the purpose of those aspirations was questioned by her. Now she's had a fair bit of drama in her high school career, she's a bit of a shit disturber herself, although nice and friendly as she is. So I should've expected it. I felt slightly insulted at her uprooting the purpose of what I wanted to do in the future, and found myself trying to bring up backup ideas and plans that I also had been thinking about. I was running away.
Recently I was talking with a friend I hadn't seen in a while. We were high school friends, and as such friends that have moved on to separate university paths, the question of our future aspirations was brought up. I talked about mine, and the purpose of those aspirations was questioned by her. Now she's had a fair bit of drama in her high school career, she's a bit of a shit disturber herself, although nice and friendly as she is. So I should've expected it. I felt slightly insulted at her uprooting the purpose of what I wanted to do in the future, and found myself trying to bring up backup ideas and plans that I also had been thinking about. I was running away.
Monday, 17 December 2012
Hard hitting questions to Santa from an 8 year old.
1. Are you a Christian?
2. How many old people or young dressed up as you?
3. There are many shows and movies that's come up with Santa. Are you in it?
4. If not, do you like it?
5. Did you compose "jingle bells" and "we wish you a merry Christmas"?
6. If you ride on a sleigh, is Rudolph real?
7. How do you stay old for so old?
8. How many elves do you have?
9. How did you train your reindeer?
10. WHEN WERE YOU BORN?!
Slowly putting myself back on YouTube...
I'm in the process of putting myself back on YouTube. I had been making videos as a campus eAmbassador throughout my first year of uni, and despite the eAmbassadoring being my job this year I just couldn't get it together to make more videos. 5 days into my winter break and (and a full semester after my first video this year) I just sat in front of my camera to do something about my problem. Here's what happened when I got distracted with the features on the webcam software.
I'm just going to start back at square one. All I have in terms of camera equipment is a flip cam and a monster tripod. At the moment I have no video editing software (although J is going to help me with that) and I also lack the personality that could potentially make up for all of that.
It is a bit different for me because people (mostly high school students) are clicking on my videos not for an entertainment value but to hear and see things about campus life. I just ended up comparing myself to professional YouTubers and focused on the aesthetics of creating content rather than focusing on just getting content about the campus out there. Hopefully I'll be able to get back on track and post for videos as an eAmbassador because really, it is a lot easier to be an eAmbassador YouTuber with a pretty much guaranteed audience than having the pressures of being a YouTuber to attract an audience with my own wit, skill, or talent.
I'm just going to start back at square one. All I have in terms of camera equipment is a flip cam and a monster tripod. At the moment I have no video editing software (although J is going to help me with that) and I also lack the personality that could potentially make up for all of that.
It is a bit different for me because people (mostly high school students) are clicking on my videos not for an entertainment value but to hear and see things about campus life. I just ended up comparing myself to professional YouTubers and focused on the aesthetics of creating content rather than focusing on just getting content about the campus out there. Hopefully I'll be able to get back on track and post for videos as an eAmbassador because really, it is a lot easier to be an eAmbassador YouTuber with a pretty much guaranteed audience than having the pressures of being a YouTuber to attract an audience with my own wit, skill, or talent.
Saturday, 15 December 2012
Monday, 10 December 2012
I'm brilliant... at slacking.
I'm still a student, and I'm fucking brilliant at slacking off.
I literally cannot bring myself to do anything until the weight of a hippopotamus is on me.
I try to motivate myself to work in small steps by making little incentives for completing each step. But I'm too ballsy and tell myself to go the fuck away and indulge in these incentives until the night before what's due.
Even when I can't finish an assignment on time and it's going to be late, I find myself detaching myself from the situation so that I cannot feel the gravity of the situation and even reach the point where I imagine myself not handing in the assignment.
I'm brilliant, I'm a student, but I'm a fucking dumbass too.
I literally cannot bring myself to do anything until the weight of a hippopotamus is on me.
I try to motivate myself to work in small steps by making little incentives for completing each step. But I'm too ballsy and tell myself to go the fuck away and indulge in these incentives until the night before what's due.
Even when I can't finish an assignment on time and it's going to be late, I find myself detaching myself from the situation so that I cannot feel the gravity of the situation and even reach the point where I imagine myself not handing in the assignment.
I'm brilliant, I'm a student, but I'm a fucking dumbass too.
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
Mystery of the Summer
"Holmes, put on your coat and hat, we're going outside for some fresh air" I demanded to the silhouette of the detective framed by the light of the fireplace.
"This room is dreadfully smokey and you haven't taken one step outside for weeks" Our doorbell of 55 Baker Street hadn't been disturbed for almost three weeks. I took it as a blessing of two folds. First, no new cases meant that I could finally catch a break from the breakneck pace of my eccentric partner and manage to write these memoirs and case papers that have been piling up recently. Secondly, no new cases meant that all was well in the world of lawfulness and justice. Holmes felt differently than I and he had caught a case of crushing boredom.
"You really should read today's paper Watson," Holmes said finally after an hour of silently staring at the roaring fireplace.
"Page 7, lower left corner"
"This room is dreadfully smokey and you haven't taken one step outside for weeks" Our doorbell of 55 Baker Street hadn't been disturbed for almost three weeks. I took it as a blessing of two folds. First, no new cases meant that I could finally catch a break from the breakneck pace of my eccentric partner and manage to write these memoirs and case papers that have been piling up recently. Secondly, no new cases meant that all was well in the world of lawfulness and justice. Holmes felt differently than I and he had caught a case of crushing boredom.
"You really should read today's paper Watson," Holmes said finally after an hour of silently staring at the roaring fireplace.
"Page 7, lower left corner"
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