That tattoo must have affected your brain

So this is a little out of my usual material to cover here, but its one of the things bothering me lately. Why when some people get into a relationship, do they cut off all ties with any friends of the opposite gender they might have? This has been a problem with a really close friend of mine over the last year and I'm getting sick of not talking to her. Not much I can really do about it.

So my left index finger is killing me as I type. I've been taking guitar lessons at Elderly Instruments in Lansing and its tough. I've discovered that my fingers don't stretch certain ways that my teacher, Frog, wants them to. But its beneficial as well. When I was at home on Thursday, I picked up my Tenor Sax and brought it back to my apartment with me. I'm sure my neighbors won't really appreciate it, but I'm rediscovering a love for music that has lately been wasted on listening to it, not creating it. Ideally, I'd like both.

I'm still in the middle of the 'No-Computer-Odyssey'. Its frustrating to need to go elsewhere to work on every little thing, be it checking my email or doing bank transfers, particularly with the asinine state of parking on this campus. I drove around for a good ten minutes before a spot opened up and I'll likely get a ticket anyway, something I definitely cannot afford.

I'm pretty much done here for the day, and I'm too frustrated with being jobless and a few other things to come up with some pretty little bow to tie this entry off with, so I guess I'll just leave it at this.

Power Supply

So I'm typing this from the university library, as my computer decided late last week that it would stop starting up properly. I took it back to the guy who built it and hopefully he'll have it fixed soon. Irritating though, as all of my writing is saved there and I had papers to work on.

Paper-writing in the library is near impossible. The computer areas are by no means quiet. People work on projects and talk loudly on phones. I feel I should be more understanding, considering I'm sitting in the lobby area, but its still a bit obnoxious.

I've been pretty down lately, doing the poor-me thing. No friends in some people's cases would be a cry for help and I suppose it is in mine too, but I really do feel that lately I have few people I can turn to. I try to contact those important to me and the fact that they can't take five minutes from their day to call me back and see how I'm doing hurts. Anymore, I don't think I'll worry about it. I need to focus inward. But I know it'll still hurt.

I need to send out more poetry, and get more read. I have difficulty dealing with the arrogance within the poetry community. Especially lately.

All you need....

...is to ignore the critics. Across the Universe was fantastic. Now I'm not a graduate of film school or film theory or any of that nonsense, but I like to think I know whats entertaining. And Across the Universe was a beautiful, engaging, fun and touching film. The music worked extremely well with the imagery and the story. There were very few moments when it felt like they were forcing a song, though there were some bad jokes. The set pieces were extravagant and amazing.

My one real complaint was that the Eddie Izzard 'For the benefit of Mr. Kite' scene felt a little disjointed from the rest of the movie. Still fun.

Yeah, I loved it.

Other than that I haven't been doing too much lately. I've been submitting my writing to magazines and spending a good amount of time working on papers and reading for class. I'm going to start another paper for my poetry class tomorrow, after the abysmal grade I got on the first one. I'm spending much more time on this one.

I think its time for me to crash though.