gocakego's Journal

3:01pm: Ist das nicht ein Schnityelbank?
I'm in Germany.

It is nice. There are lots of things to see and do.

12:04am: The past month (ish)
So I've been hanging out with Caroline and Kevin and crazy crazy Rebecca. I think Rebecca and I'm all like "jeezum crow," and I shake my head with bewilderment. This song she wrote involved wondering if I would care if she died. If that's not obsessive, yeah. I think that I must not be good at sending "I don't like you" signals. Nor, unfortunately, at sending the "I like you" signals in other cases. I have to pay rent for June and July at the duplex, so maybe I'll have some crazy parties there this summer. Last night involved Casey's house, Bowling Green, Sean getting dogpiled, me seeing Liz 'from the porch' for real instead of just in passing, Brian LeCrone being totally emo, me being annoyed at freaking Rebecca and getting unnecessarily moody, a really nice park with a hill, spicy brown rice, CDs for cod liver oil. No one who will ever read this will understand the 'from the porch'. And it's not even clever or otherwise worth thinking about if you did know what I was talking about! So yeah. Hopefully I'll see Caroline tomorrow afternoon, and then I'll pick up Derek at the Amtrak station tomorrow night. I'm going to Germany on Wednesday. I listened to Hail to the Thief for the first time ever today, and it turns out it's pretty good. This is more like the past day than the past month. Whateva.

12:45am: I think I'm going to set some goals and then achieve them.

12:36am: I didn't do all that well on that art exam from a long time ago.

12:35am: Hello, dear readers.  I just read Dave's blog and decided to cop the phrase "dear readers" and also to update my blog, which I haven't done in quite some time.  So much has changed since last I graced this page!  For example, my hair is longer, and there is a significantly greater amount of wear on my skateboard (most noticeably on the nose).  I would take a picture of said board, but, alas and alack, my camera has gone missing, much to my dismay and saddenment.  If you have any information on its whereabouts, feel free to contact me.  In other news, I haven't been making out with any hotgirls recently, but I would like to.  I'm single, ladies.  If everything works out, I'll be living  in a house with a Hot German Girl next year!  My friend Kevin's brother and sister-in-law are buying said house, living on the top floor, and  searching for tenants to rent out the bottom floor.  As I am looking for an apartment, this seems to be an ideal situation, especially since the HGG has already signed up!  Hooray!  And this summer I'll be living in Michigan and doing art, as far as I know.  You should come visit me, and we'll party.

12:32am: On creating things in general, and specifically concerning art:

Is there any point in creating something that does not teach you something about the creative process?  If yes, what is the point?  If no, is the actual creative execution the ultimate point of any creative endeavor?  If it is, then does this process go on forever, a chain of doing something, learning something, doing something new based on what you learned?  If so, what is the freaking point?  More on this later.

5:08pm: Another apology:

Sorry for not formatting entries correctly all the time, and for occasional grammatical errors, especially involving quotation marks.

2:19pm: I have officially come into my own as a music snob today, based on the fact that after reading the review of the newest Destroyer album, Your Blues, at Pitchforkmedia.com my first reaction was to think that the reviewer, Matt LeMay, had gone too easy on it!  " Lyrically, Bejar is at the top of his game..."?!--pshh!  "More like Bejar hasn't quite crawled out of the squalid lyrical hole that we found him in on This Night ", is what I say to Matt LeMay!  That was supposed to sound pretentious.  For those not familiar with Pitchforkmedia.com, it tends not to be an overly merciful publication.   And don't get me wrong, Your Blues is pretty freaking good. 

On another note, "Papal Longevity" would be a good song title.

I have an art exam today, for which I hain't studied none.

And now, instead of studying, I am going to go to chinese food restaurant with Myke and Casey and Paul.

11:14pm: I don't think I've ever formally apologized for my retarded livejournal icon. So, sorry.

11:02pm: Spring Break
Hi. It's the end of spring break. Here's a quick recap:

-Aunt Sue's Reception/Funeral

With Paul and Dave:

-Jack's Place

-Katie's Place

-D.C.

-George House

-George House

-Devon Not Calling Me

-Grounds for Thought with Jack

-Orthodontist Appointment Tomorrow

Yup.

11:16pm: This is a note to girls in general:

Dear Girls,

Please stop hanging/going out with retards.  Instead, hang or go out with me.  I am not a retard.  Well, I may be a retard, but in a generally less bad way than the other retards with whom you are hanging or going out.

Thanks,
Andrew

11:11pm: Whirred.  Casey and Myke just left, and I'm feeling vaguely sad.  Yup.  I really want to listen to music and dance around.  Do you like how I told you that in order to make myself feel quirky and unique?  I really do want to do that, though.  I promise.  I never know whether I should use this livejournal as a diary thing or write it intending for other people to read it.  Like, is my audience just me, or is it everybody else?  I sent my package to Phil.  Hi Phil.  I sent you a package.

I went in to do some printmaking this evening, and Dustyn, a printmaking prof., saw my print and asked me to tell his class about reductive woodcuts, which I tried to do.  Several people in his class found the concept almost impossible to grasp, which struck me as semi-sad.  But I felt very official.  And that print is amazing, by the way.  I've been telling everyone I know this.  And now you know, also.  And then it turned out that his class was having a pizza party/critique, so he gave me free pizza!  It was nice.  Ahh, and right after that I experienced one of those "I would like to capture this moment in some way" moments.  Actually, it was more than a moment.  Perhaps several minutes, mostly including leaving the art building and driving back to the dorm in the rain.  It was nice.  I'd like to live near the museum next year.  Paul and I have pretty much decided on this, but I haven't told my parents.  When I do, they will say "We don't think that that's the best neighborhood over there."  I will subsequently say "But...whimper."  Then I will live in a dorm again next year.  Just kidding!  I've got crazy guts!  I'll show those parents who's boss!  My parents are really pretty great, though.  For example, they're going to fax some stuff to Frau Stoudt by tomorrow so I don't get kicked out of the Germany program.  Sweet.  Also, drawing was fairly good today.  I'll do some drawing tonight, p'r'aps.

10:41pm: AO.  My stomach hurt all day today.  Also, I know that I post stupid insignificant stuff in this livejournal, but I'll try to mix in some thinking here and there.  But not right now.  Back to my stomach, which is really not in good shape.  I don't know what the freaking deal is.  When I get up and walk around it feels like I'm going to vomit, but I'm also always hungry.  What the crap!?  I heard on the news that indigestion can be a sign of a heart attack, so I'm probably having one.

By the way, Friends, you all need to update your livejournals more frequently.  I live about 80% of my life vicariously through other people, and how am I supposed to do that if you guys aren't posting?!  Seriously.

I went to Findlay this morning to visit my aunt in the hospital.  Actually it was more like visiting my dad and looking at my aunt.  She's definitely going to be dying in the next few days, which is really not a good scene.  I feel terrible for my dad, who I think is about one step from doing something drastic.  Like heroin.  Not really, but his mom died a few years ago, and now this crap.  And she's younger than him.  Blah.  That's what decades of smoking will get you, I guess.  But that doesn't make it any less terrible.  I listened to Xiu Xiu on the way back up to Toledo, and it was rainy and I was very very sad.  Which sort of actually stuck for the whole day.  And I fell asleep in two classes after sleeping for like nine hours last night.  I did end up turning in my forms for the travel grant for going to Germany, which is good.   And I met Stephanie's new beau, who is English, dorky, short, pug-faced, and pretty excellent.

6:27pm: Yo.  Being jealous of Paul, I just downloaded the browser Firefox, and it's pretty darned sweet.  Haven't figured out the mouse gestures yet, but I will.  This could be my new brower of choice.  It's got a built-in livejournal client, which I'm utilizing currently.  It's called Deepest Sender, which is apparently an anagram.  Perhaps for "etreespend.de," a favorite haunt of the German electronic tree-trading population.  Or "resented peed."  You do have to middle-click links to make them appear as a tabbed page, though.  Pshh.

Myke and Paul and I walked around the Toledo Botanical Gardens earlier in the 50+ degree weather, which was real nice-like.  This day is a welcome ending to a weekend that was one of the crazier in recent memory--but I dassn't say too much!  If you were there, you know what I mean.  If you weren't, good. 

And get this: today I freaking wanted to accomplish two non-schoolwork things, those being 1: buying airmail postage for sending stuff to Phil and 2: doing my laundry.  Not in that order.  In fact, however, the stamp machine wasn't working, and all the washing machines were full.  There was one that was finished, but there were still clothes in it, and it's moderately tacky to take out somebody's clothes to use a washing machine.  Sigh.  So, finally, if I want to feel any kind of sense of accomplishment about today I'm going to have to do some real work.

9:13pm: The beginning!
I felt like creating a livejournal, and so I have. I'm not sure how frequently I'll update this, or how many other people have written things like "I'm not sure how frequently I'll update this," in the first post in their livejournal. But whatever. Here's something that irks me: the gay marriage debate. It's a nonissue. There is absolutely no reason for gay people not to be allowed to be married. I get into this righteous fury when I think about the amount of people that can with good conscience deny other Americans the rights that they themselves cherish. However, the part that irks me is that me (and every other thinking person in the country) getting angry is the whole political point of Bush's emphasis on the issue. When we get angry, it just adds fuel to the fire of those who are against gay marriage by creating an artificial sense of competition based on an artificial issue. However, people not speaking out against this kind of thing is going to result in serious injustice. Argh! Here's another theory about it that I just came up with: Gay marriage is not a politically important issue, but if Bush focuses on that issue he knows that the majority of his supporters will vote for him no matter in what other respects he's proved himself to be an evil cock, because the foundation on which their distaste for gay marriage is based, i.e. their religion, is more important to them than their political beliefs. So that's all I have for now. Actually, here's what I did today: I woke up at Myke's house, I came to school, at which time I walked to German and found out that we were going to have an oral exam for which I was not prepared, so Stephanie and I left. This was at least semi-justified by the fact that he wasn't going to be able to hear us today anyway. Semi-justified. And then I went to Findlay with Myke and Casey to pick up Caitlin (sp?), who is hanging out with them/us this weekend and attending the Unseen show tonight and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs/Tv on the Radio show tomorrow. I think I like TV on the Radio. More on this tomorrow.