Last night I went with Rebecca to the PRISM dance in Kirksville. I went fully expecting to have a good time and dance with my friends.
Well, I danced. Some.
I am just going to make it official. Clubbing is not my thing. I find no appeal in spending hours in a room lit only by strobe lights, bombarded by bass from songs I have never heard before, surrounded by drunken people of varying sexualities who seem to have forgotten the concept of personal space. I spent the entire time wanting to leave or just sit down. But again, these people were drunk and had no inhibitions to sit next to me and try to start a conversation. I usually am not intentionally standoffish, but last night I made an exception.
I could tell that Rebecca was unhappy with me, and I tried to have a good time. But I honestly do not understand the enjoyment people get from this. I mean, seriously, two guys were practically fucking on the dance floor. I tend to shy away from situations where that is socially acceptable. I like dancing and I like spending time with my friends, but when they all want to go onto the dance floor when there is a vast amount of space around it, then the fun starts decreasing. If you have been to one of Jen’s dance parties, you know full well that I spend the majority of the time dancing. But when you add strangers in close quarters, and combine that with the bass and sporadic lighting, I start stressing out and my introversion screams at me to get out as fast as possible.
I think one of the problems is that I really do not dance to songs I do not know or like. Mainly because if I do not know it, I am not sure of when the bass starts, when the chorus ends, those kinds of things. And if I do not like it, then of course I am not going to dance to it. If there was a club that played artists that I actually listened to, then I would be all over that. However, regardless of their dance potential, the artists I listen to are not found on Z107.7 and therefore are not found in clubs.
So next semester I may give it another go, or I may just stay at home and watch a movie instead. I love my friends and I love spending time with them, but at the end of the day I have to look after myself first. If that means offending or disappointing them, then oh well.
There is something inherently satisfying about getting a paper done almost a week before it is due.
That is all.
Filed under Truman, Writing
A few days ago, someone posted on the Pokemon Nerdfighter forum about the nostalgia older fans have for the original 151 pokemon and the hostility they have towards the newer generations of games. As it got me thinking, I figured I would talk about it here.
I like the old games as much as anyone. And yes, the original pokemon are my favourite, but I do not think that it is fair to automatically disregard the newer games and shows just because it is not what you are used to. Progress is a beautiful thing; and while you may not always enjoy seeing the things of your past change, that is no excuse for the close-minded disdain for fresh ideas.
With that comes some modifiers. I have played at least one of each of the Pokemon game generations. I personally enjoy the newer ones more than the older ones. This is because the technology has gotten so much better. As I said on my comment on the forum, I like the evolution of the technology more than the evolution of the Pokemon. The game mechanics themselves have gotten infinitely better since Red and Blue, but the Pokemon themselves have not.
I feel that the originality and creativity of the original Pokemon is starting to diminish. I take the pre- and post-evolutions to be evidence of this fact. While the concept was new and cool with the second generation, at this point it seems like Nintendo is trying to give every single Pokemon three stages of evolution. I personally liked the fact that some evolved twice, some only once, and others not at all. I liked the variety of the older generations and the obvious creativity that went into developing them. While the new generations still retain that to a degree, the number of genuinely new Pokemon gets smaller with each new iteration.
I also do not appreciate the convoluted nature of the games. With over 600 Pokemon, it is nearly impossible to obtain all of them. You need just about every game and hundreds of hours of free time. I vote that after Black and White, they make a single game in which you can catch every single Pokemon.
I just hope that Nintendo knows when to stop, lest they break the unwritten commandment: Thou shalt not create a Pokemon that has four evolutions. Because if they do, there will be a riot.
PS Sorry I have not been updating regularly, I have been trying to get lots of stuff done, and I want to make each post meaningful, rather than just make a useless post.
Yesterday Laura came up to visit and to see a Jack’s Mannequin and Relient K concert, which was our Fall 2010 concert. At first, I was excited about this concert because I liked Relient K, but upon listening to some of their music in preparation, I realised that I did not like them as much as I had originally thought. So I went to this concert not expecting much simply because it is much more enjoyable when you actually recognise songs.
But I have to say, I had fun. And I have a bone to pick with Truman. If you are going to buy a ticket for a concert, wait in line for about an hour, and then fight your way into the mob of people in front of the stage, what the hell is the point if you are going to just stand there for two hours? Seriously, a handful of friends and I were some of the few people getting into the music. Most of the crowd was singing along, but refused to actually show their interest. It just seemed like a waste of time.
And at first I thought, “It is the beginning of the concert, maybe people will get more lively as it goes on.” WRONG! There were maybe two songs in which the majority of the group started dancing. I just do not understand. If you really like the band enough to be there, then why not get into their music? And if you are only there because it was cheap and you had nothing better to do, then how about you go sit down in the stands? Or, like me, you could still enjoy yourself. I mean come on. I recognised two songs, and one of them was ‘Africa’ by Toto. IT IS NOT EVEN ONE OF THE BANDS’ SONGS!
All in all, I had fun; even if I spent the last half of the concert drifting into sleep. I find it reassuring that I can fall asleep in a concert. It means that I can probably fall asleep just about anywhere.
Filed under Music, Rant, Truman
This is both really creepy and really cool. I want it.
I understand that I am in university now, and that my professor are going to expect more from me than my teachers in high school did. I have been here for a year, that has been made abundantly clear to me. But at times it seems like my professor lose sight of the big picture. Namely, life outside their classroom.
I bring this up because my HIST 201 (US History and Historiography to 1877) professor assigned 100 pages of reading and note taking to be due Wednesday. This is on top of the ninety pages of philosophy I have for HIST 366 (Sappho and the Greek Archaic Period) and the ten pages for ENG 245 (British Literature: Romanticism to Modernism). I have all of the reading done by this point but that is not, as it happens, the point.
While the reading was all interesting, if I had more than one class today, there is no way that I would have gotten it done without staying up until four in the morning (something I have avoided thus far and would like to continue to avoid). While I do not mind a heavy workload, in reality it keeps me on track, I legitimately think that my History professor believes that his class is the only class that I am enrolled in. This week has been particularly bad, but he routinely assigns about eighty pages of reading from the book and between forty and one hundred pages of articles each week. This would not irk me as much as it does if it was the practice of all of the teachers of HIST 201. But no. The rest of the sections have some book reading each week, and that is all.
I am all for teachers preparing us for the real world and I understand that as much as I wish it was, the world has not reached the stage where everything is universal yet. But as I want to be an archivist, I am not really planning on writing many historiographic essays in my career.
In other news, my other classes are going just fine. I am considering trying to squeeze a Linguistics minor in because I love the intro class so much, Zoology is interesting and we have gotten to the dissections (this week is fish!), my Greek Archaic Period professor is hilarious, and the only thing I am not looking forward to in BritLit is MRs. Dalloway. Because I hate Mrs. Dalloway.
So there you go. A brief update on my life and a much longer post than I was intending. Maybe next year I will have enough self-discipline to participate in NaNoWriMo. But do not hold your breath.