January 2011
30 posts
Pet Peeve: Going through a lot of work and almost being finished with some very tedious task and realizing there was a much easier way to do it all along.
Example: I just edited 187 shots out of 201 for part of the stop motion project I’m working on with a friend, and I’ve just realized that I could have saved myself a hell of a lot of trouble by making duplicate files of everything and just saving over the stuff rather than renaming and moving it all.
The most annoying bit is that I thought of doing that before and tried to make note of making sure to do the process like this, but ended up completely forgetting, hah.
Face, meet Palm. They’re getting so well acquainted.
Live and learn I guess, live and learn~
Cause I hate necks…
What an odd thought, I thought.
I don’t like that mentality that if someone is antagonizing you over something it’s because they’re actually really just “jealous” of you.
Okay yes, that does happen on occasion.
But really, sometimes people just don’t like you. Not that hard to believe.
You can be a great person, you can mean the world to someone, but to someone else, you don’t even register.
That’s not really a bad thing, considering how many people there are on the world an all. Does that one person’s opinion really mean that much to you? Doubtful in the long run. So really, why beat yourself up about it?
Yeah, just a thought.
Well, according to the essay I wrote for my English midterm it is anyway. The subject was to write about how literature often shows the darker side of human nature and show examples of this from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, The Prince of Denmark. This was the first sentence that popped in mind about it, so at the very least I’ve probably grabbed my teacher’s attention. Hope it gives him a break from all the “Throughout human history…” and “According to the quote…” that he probably gets a lot.
My essays are getting a weirder, I like that. I’m feeling a bit more free to mess around with words in that kind of stuff- just makes me wonder if he actually knows what a year old orange looks like. Lots of dents.
Lot of mold too, but that didn’t help my simile much.
I think it’s time I clean my room. Let’s see what memories are hidden under the clutter of clothes, paint brushes, books, and old forgotten knickknacks.
Probably just a lot of dust, really.