Feb 12
Our homework this week in my Illustrator course is to make a robot and a business card for the robot we’ve created. I just finished my bot and I’m going to take a video game break. I’m naming him Harv. I gave him a retro green static monitor head because in my brain that’s what he needed.
Jul 2
We talked about the characters Skids and Mudflap from the second Transformers movie in my Race and Ethnic studies soc class. I haven’t SEEN the movie, but just the description and picture alone (along with classmates describing them) was ridiculous to me. A GOLD TOOTH AND CURLY HAIR? REALLY? The point I brought up too was that they are supposed to be SPACE ALIEN ROBOTS. How would they have any concept of black American stereotypes or rap music? Anyway, I can get why some people find it offensive.
We have been covering each minority group with a special class focus on specific peoples with a study of a timeline, keys dates and a video and viewing guide. We studied Native Americans on Tues and then African Americans Weds, which is when this robot issue came up.
The video we watched on Native Americans was especially depressing. Monday is no class for the holiday, but Tuesday we talk about Chinese Americans. Considering all the horrible crap they went through after we basically told them, “COME TO AMERICA, BUILD OUR RAILROADS!” and then dumped them as soon as the rails were finished. And that there are specific TERMS like Sinophobia (a fear of anything to do with China) from the history surrounding Chinese relations I can only imagine the video and discussion we have on Tuesday is going to be depressing as well.
This class has definitely stirred up emotions. The two overtly racist acting people that said some insane stuff during class have dropped. They didn’t show up for Monday’s test and I definitely sighed happily. Things are much calmer feeling in that class now. I would be lying if I didn’t say I actually DREADED seeing one of the guys from class. He actually scoffed my smile after class one day because I dared to disagree with his “those people” scenario. He was saying that “those people” shouldn’t be getting handouts. And “those people” use the system and abuse OUR HARD EARNED TAX DOLLARS (hurr durr). It was basically like the episode of South Park when all the hillbillies scream, “THEY’RE TAKIN OUR JERBBBSSS!”
I wanted to punch that guy right in his shitty Celtic knot armband tattoo for even SAYING THE WORDS “THOSE PEOPLE” in a class of such mixed races and cultural backgrounds. All the kids I sit by turned and talked to me after he’d said that. We get a break each class and that class break was especially interesting. We just shook our heads and said under our breath, “Does this guy realize we ARE THOSE PEOPLE!?”
C’est la vie, jerk. I hope you got a W for dropping.
Jun 29
I am HOME. I was the first one done with my test and got the f out of there. I’ve done that as long as I can remember. I remember my dad and sister always did the same thing regarding tests.
While I was waiting for class a security guard on campus talked to me for a long chunk. He told me the fire happening right now (that they just put out, but caused insane traffic on the 101, which I experienced) is suspected arson. And then he told me how his fire buddies tell him about arsonists going back to the scene of their crimes to masturbate. I told him I’d read that in a criminology book, that pyros are known to get sexual thrills from their blazes. He said he’s seen a lot of things in his 20 years.
The thing that cracked me up about him is that he is like an exact replicant of the guy who plays a security guard on that horrendous Yes Dear show. Back in the dark ages when Shannon and I lived together, she would force me to watch that shit with her. And now I am seeing the characters in REAL LIFE. I hope that show was canceled because I still hold ill feelings in my soul towards it.
I went to starbucks since it’s 9000 degrees and got a raspberry passion tea. At the turn towards farmer’s lane two guys in the car across from me made kissy sounds and “grabbing” fingers at me when I looked over at them. Two older than 40 year old gentlemen with 1980′s trucker hats on. I just cracked up because I had no idea how else to respond to that. I tried to ignore them but could still hear the sloppy wet smooching sounds in the wind as my car turned away from them.
When I got upstairs and in the apt, I went to turn on my AC box above my desk. In doing so, I knocked my starbucks tea with my hip and all over the desk and floor. It was like a murder scene of red juice. I was pretty sad about that. The universe just doesn’t want me to have sugar today.
Jun 19
Live music has been filtering it’s way through my windows all day. Not sure what’s over there (at the Fair), but I like being close to things. Even if I have no intention of going to them, somehow being close makes me feel part of it.
Spent the last 10 minutes lint rolling my bed and pillows. All it takes is one night of Rupert snuggling me or plopping above my head or next to my stomach to fill the entire blanket/pillow area with fluff. I need to get him an undercoat brush because he is entirely too furry to keep up with all his summer shedding using just a regular cat brush. Those things are futile when placed in front of his bright orange village of hair.
I finished my On The Color Line book for Soc 30, Race and Ethnic Studies, last night. The ending made me cry. Because I am a sap and everything makes me cry. It’s such a great feeling having a book finished, one of two assigned to us for the next 6 weeks. I feel so ahead of the game. And motivated to knock my two papers out early even though they aren’t due until a week or two from now. This is what school does for me. It helps me feel proud and motivated. That alone makes it worth it. Beyond the end result of a degree towards a fulfilling career, I am just proud to be accomplishing something. Doing well and getting a 4.0 the last 3 semesters has changed my entire outlook on myself, who I am and who I can be. That’s an amazingly powerful feeling.
Jun 17
Scrubbing the shower is spectacular fun. Pizza in the oven to match this 85 degree gorgeous weather. Reading my On the Color Line book today since we need it finished by Monday. There is something somewhat refreshing about having an entire book due in a week. Instead of slugging away chapter at a time like in High School English or something. The weird benefits of summer classes.
I was talking with the people around me that it’s kind of bullshit that we have to pay the same price for a 6 week parking pass (summer classes) as we do for 17 week (fall/spring classes) parking passes. THIS SHOULD NOT BE DONE, SRJC! Oh well, I’m gettin’ my education.
The pizza is at the part in the oven when you can smell the pepperoni cooking. Which is when your mouth starts to water. Oh man, I’m pretty excited about this. Oh, food. Why must you be so great? Let’s just do it, food. Let’s run away to Vegas.
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