Well, I just came back from a "meeting" with my Dad (yes, I schedule meetings with him, usually following his new administrative duties for the day).
It was entirely surreal, and now I have a major decision to make within the next week.
Here's the deal: instead of what I was expecting (free-flowing rants about my irresponsibility fiscally, socially, and sexually), he was completely and utterly calm -- didn't raise his voice once, and he addressed me as if he actually has a modicum of respect for me.
1) I will return to ISU this semester, raise my GPA from a failing 1.78 at least to the point where I can again qualify for financial aid. My rent, utilities, and food expenses will be completely covered by my dad, as well as my schooling costs.
2) I will drop out and continue to pay my own rent, my own utilities, and purchasing my own food. My dad will buy me private health coverage until such time as I can procure a comparable policy from a full-time employer.
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Yeah, I know it seems like the choice should be completely clear. After all, as of my sophomore year in university, I still had a 3.8 GPA. It's not like I'm not capable of getting straight A's; I am.
But I feel completely disoriented by this turn of events -- if I were my kid, I wouldn't be giving me another chance. I've gotten failing grades for two semesters in a row. If I fuck up a third, my relationship with my dad is completely fucked, and I am fiscally fucked as well.
I think I've decided to go back to school, but I'm interested in any input on that decision anyone would be willing to offer. The past few years, the friends I've chosen are mostly 20-something drop-outs who are scraping a living for themselves; I feel guilty for my unique position in this matter, that the offer is even there.
Date: 07/17/07
Listening to: "Don't Walk Away, Eileen" - Sam Roberts
Mood: Uneasy
So, man, there has been some
drama in various circles of my friends recently. I happen to be in the happy position of not being directly involved or affected by any of it, which makes it fun to talk about sometimes. And since work got rained out (more like nearly electrocuted out), I think I'll blog about it. Shall I?
Within the past week, in order of drama-causingness:
a) Ryan and Heather have broken up.
b) Chrissy and Dan "broke up" and "got back together" - in quotations because the status of their actual relationship is, as always, ambiguous, but I'm 99 percent certain they're at least sleeping together again?
c) Heather and B may or may not have made out while drunk / slept together while drunk / be in a relationship / be living together in sin?
Okay, so maybe that isn't so much drama for most people, but it's a lot for me to keep up with! Personal drama for me either doesn't happen or is very long-lasting and slow to change. I'm used to dealing with one situation that upsets me a lot for a few months before anything new pops up; usually when something crops up, I ignore it for awhile to see if it will just go away on its own until stressing about it becomes inevitable. I don't even know how the people directly affected by all these things can function with all these quick developments! Mind-boggling!
In regard to SITUATION A, I suppose I'm somewhat affected. Both Ryan and Heather have main parts in the film Dan and I are making, and haha, their characters happen to be dating? Sue me for thinking their relationship would last at least a few years! Ah, well, I guess type-casting promotes bad karma.
In regard to SITUATION B, I must admit that I don't really give that much of a crap. I was concerned about Chrissy for a day or two because she seemed genuinely upset, but in the back of my mind, I knew (and I knew she knew) that everything would be back to normal within about 48 hours.
SITUATION C is kind of weird, because I spend a lot of time with Ryan et al, but I don't necessarily want to cut off all contact with Heather et al because they're pretty fun. I went over to Heather's with Chrissy and Dan last night and had to endure a few moments of severe awkwardness because of all the fantastic rumors flying around surrounding that whole thing. It was hard to listen to people be so flippant about it when I had to watch poor Ryan choke on his own tears for a good hour earlier in the day. It may be just a bump in the road for Heather, especially since she seems to be well on her way to connecting with someone else, but Ryan is, understandably, a little bit more than slightly put-out. B would have been wiser to rein himself in for at least a couple weeks -- such a quick development doesn't really put himself or Heather in a good light and it leads to suspicion, valid or not, of a pre-existing relationship (prior to Heather's break-up with Ryan). Logically, both parties to a failed relationship are free to do what they please the second a break-up is decided upon, but the respectful thing to do, I think, is to wait at least a
little while before jumping into something new... or at least keep that something new way on the dl while you can. You have to understand, all three parties to this drama move in largely the same social circles. B seemed to already be acting sneaky enough, avoiding Ryan's like the plague from the day him and Heather broke up, breaking engagements to hang out with Ryan so he could go over to Heather's. If you're going to be sneaky, then don't half-ass it! Being secret lovers can be fun, and it's a novelty for a few weeks at least, and when it gets old, enough time is elapsed that it's perfectly non-scandalous to 'go public' with a romantic attachment. Then again, I really don't know B that well, and all of my interactions with him have been very pleasant. He seems very chill and in tune with things, and as out of left field his relationship with Heather seems, now that I think about it, they're a decent match. Just feel bad for the Riz, that's all. I've heard being single in one's late twenties can be a bit nerve-wracking, and he doesn't seem to have any romantic prospects on the immediate horizon. I mean, apparently he's been bitched out for flirting with me(?!) a few times before, but as attractive and wonderful as I think Ryan is, I'm happily involved with someone else right now, and that rumor is largely unfounded seeing as I'm about as flirtatious as a retarded 50-day-old puppy. Flirting doesn't really occur to me, even with people I'm romantically interested in. Once I'm
in a relationship, I can be pretty affectionate, but up to that point, I'm kind of like, "not sending any signals, not sending any signals, not sending any sig--- hey, let's fuck!!"
Hmm, so end my thoughts on the matter.
A good dinosaur comics archived strip for today:
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I Don't Like to Drink My Calories
Date: 07/15/07
Mood: exhausted
Back from Chicago. Pitchfork was amazing -- it makes me wonder why there are so many tools who will shell out for Lollapalooza when a) Pitchfork is $50 for three days of amazing music, b) both small and big music venues are available all day, c) the food is reasonably priced.
Oh, and lest we forget: the music,
on the whole, is SO MUCH BETTER, mostly because it is more diverse. On Saturday alone, I saw jazz, indie rock, electronic, rap, and metal gigs... with some surprising results. Mastodon, a metal band, put on one of the best shows of the entire weekend (although Clipse put some fighting spirit into the hippy crowd as well). Yoko Ono was so out there and crazy that one couldn't tell if the crowd was riled up for her or against her ("Don't Worry Kyoko" was either an extremely high or a devastatingly low point -- I still can't decide which; "Mulberry" was much the same). Cat Power... I love her, but she had sound issues like
crazy and I just couldn't watch her with much enthusiasm after spending an hour witnessing the amazingly entertaining spectacle of Clipse.
But there are cons with Pitchfork, too, that I found most annoying:
1) no re-entry
2) not enough t.p.
3) too many hipsters
Hipsters at an event like Lolla would be easy to deal with because not only did they spend their money on a huge event like Lolla (ie - they have obviously not been to many other smaller festivals or concerts in the past two months), but also they think they know everything about music because they've heard of the Flaming Lips. Hipsters at Pitchfork are arrogant, mostly rich fucks who I hate even more because they're the people
hanging out with the music-makers I adore... and they know too fucking much about music.
If you are naturally awesome like that, and have naturally awesome connections like that, you do not need to be arrogant or spend money on fintage (fake-vintage) clothes that cost multiple hundreds of dollars per item!!! No! You do not!!
An exciting and passionate weekend, you can tell.
I'm actually very surprised that Jimmy enjoyed it all so much. I bought tickets for him behind his back so that he couldn't refuse to go with me -- otherwise I would have had to fly solo the whole weekend and work out sleeping arrangements that may have cost money??
Instead, I got to crash at his place all weekend, and he kept me fed, and was also amazing company. At one point during Yoko's set, he tried to see if he could out-howl her (much to the amusement of bystanders). The one thing he didn't like, apparently, is the fact that he kept getting mean looks for his attire; dude looks like he just got off work from the office all the time, and the white-collar look wasn't a popular choice at the festival. What can I say? He tells me dress pants are
comfortable, and button-ups are
convenient because of the breast pocket for his smokes. I can't really argue, nor do I really care.
It's kind of stressful being back. I'm going job-hunting tomorrow with Ryan (and possibly Gene), starting at 10am until... well, until whenever I find a job. Definitely could use the influx of cashola at the moment.
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Date: 07/04/07
Listening to: "Little Monsters" - Charlotte Gainsbourg
Mood: teeny-weeny
Thought I'd update since I haven't done lately.
Production for Green County inches ever onward. We will be filming a scene on the eighth, and I'm very excited about it. Ryan and I have been rehearsing hardcore; we have the complete blocking down already and I have it all memorized, so it should be a snap, and Dan should get what he needs without a ridiculous number of takes (which is good, because tapes are expensive!).
I've been doing all right keeping myself fed and healthy in my new home. Trouble with housemates is there, but not overwhelming -- and I expect my relationship with them will remain thus for the remainder of my stay, so I don't see the need to continue to record all of the small things that piss me off about maintaining the house (or paying for it).
Kerry's coming over tonight to eat pizza and watch movies, and then afterward, I may or may not be going to a fireworks display with Chrissy. It depends on her a) remembering that I exist in time to come over here and b) not finding anything better to do. Between those two complications, I'm not sure she'll make it over here at all.
I've decided that she hasn't really been ignoring me lately, so much as she has been completely gluing herself to Dan -- which is all fine and good; they used to date, after all, and they're sleeping together often enough that they should just drop the pretense of being fuck-buddies at this point, too. I wish she would at least tell me about these things, though, instead of leaving me to figure it all out. I mean, something as simple as: "Marion, it's not you. It's my vagina!" would suffice.
Ah, well.
Jimmy's coming back tomorrow. I can't wait. The more repetitive my days get here, the more I miss him. And I sorta need a hug... just a little bit.
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