One of the greatest things about College, and often the greatest incentive to many, is the camaraderie that goes along with having a common sports team to root for. Part of having that sports team is having a mascot. USC has the Trojans, LSU has the Tigers, Ole Miss has the Rebels. For some reason, whenever I choose a college I always end up with the gayest mascot possible. Sarah Lawrence had the Gryphons, a mythical creature that could definitely kick some ass but was lame all the same. The Academy of Art has, and this is not a joke, the Urban Knights. Although I really do like the logo that was created for our city dweller friendly mascot, the concept is still ridiculous. This is an art school. We're supposed to be expanding our mind and getting drunk and having sex and then getting our heart trampled upon. How else will we have all of the inspiration that we need to take all of our feelings on the inside and show them to the public. Anyway, I probably shouldn't make fun of all this. I'll probably end up in love with a lesbian on the Women's Rugby team, yes we really do have one.So I got jewelry put back in my ears today. It feels nice... my ears aren't flapping in the wind today. I spent about three hours round trip going to get them done. It has not really stopped raining since the day that I got here. But it really, really poured today. When I got home I was wet everywhere not covered by my jacket. My feet were soaking wet and my pants are still not dry. I kinda feel like the city conspired to get me here by making the weather perfect when I came to visit. I would have come even if it was rainy, but it's the cities deceptiveness that angers me. Anyway, I still don't have a roommate. But I don't wanna live with any false hope that I never will.
I came across a post by John Foster of the Pixelcorps and Beer School recently that everyone should read about Rocking Later. It's very inspiring and is really interesting coming from the one person who really tried to keep me from coming here.
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