11.09.2006, 8:29 pm
Well...well...WELL. This past month has been insane. I would comment on the insanity of it but I fear if I allow myself to return to that place I may never escape again.
Right before I left for class I posted a random shit video because I was bored.
Nice surprise to come back only to find 25,000 varieties of death threats, "WTF?"s, and "omg I luv it"s. I thought of a really nice project to work on over the fall semester. A video of some worthwhile substance rather than just bitching and sarcasm. Maybe I can put those views toward something SLIGHTLY MORE POSITIVE.
Last week my brother got in a car accident and then my dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer. What are the odds of a 50 year old man having both Parkinson's Disease and prostate cancer? I don't know. Jim offered to do the math but I figured our time could be better spent hollowing out our own eyesockets with each other's genitals. This was all in conjunction with the fact that I hovered over academic probation on a rather regular basis until Salacious September had the honor of commencing.
I was surprised to run into so many people from my summer session course on campus. The University has ~30,000 students, I believe, and my summer session class had about 15. I ran into my one true EDIS 288 BFF in abnormal psych and she invited me to a rave she was holding...in her apartment. With a D.J. I thought "you rich bitch" but readily agreed to attend. When the cancer rudely intervened in my raving plans I neglected to attend, or call, and am afraid of negative consequences. Then again my dad has CANCER so fuck a rave.
I had been talking to this guy on LJ for like five years. He's four years younger than I am, so it was consistently bizarre, but when I found out we were both new students at UVA we agreed to hang the fuck out like we were spider monkeys. Jim and I don't have cable yet, so I met at his dorm on Tuesday night to watch Nip/Tuck. That was the day I found out about my dad and it totally rolled off my back. And the backs of my family members. While we waited for the show to start he put some music on and asked if I had any requests, I said "play a song for when you just found out your dad has prostate cancer" and I think he became incredibly uncomfortable. He quickly became accustomed to my gross humor and the night progressed into cancer-vanishing stunts of incestuous threesomes, homoerotic struggles, lobster claws on fetuses, and medical malpractice suits involving overly sexualized testicle-enhancing procedures.
My family doesn't "deal" well. In fact...we don't deal at all. The next morning my dad called me to say, "Guess what? You're talking to a cancer survivor! For today, anyway." Then I told him that at least, with chemo, he doesn't have to worry about the hairloss. We changed the subject. Is he terribly distraught? You would think so, but at times I suspect his Parkinson's meds keep his emotions heavily subdued. Best to just keep the pace.
I am on stolen Internet. PLEASE DON'T TELL ANYONE.
My iPod is awesome. It makes the 40 minute walks to class more bearable. Mmm yes, and you thought I'd use a skateboard.
Totally tacked-on, but I have to keep up a "blog" for my EDLF 345 class. It's about the integration of technology into education. Anyway, no one reads it and I think I put way more effort into it than anyone in the sections...and I also suspect my tone is mildly inappropriate. VAMOS A VER
fresh out of batteries and still making noise
And just because I feel like it: (no I didn't record this)
