I haven’t run out of things to complain about yet.
Turned 18.
Am not dead.
Will update when the voices stop telling me to put the cat in the microwave.
In my absence, go find these things and worship them:
Music: The Black Angels.
Movies: Coraline.
Books: Agent to the Stars (Scalzi), Now is the Hour (Spanbauer).
Oh, shit, there she goes again!
Hey there, minions. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I think that I’m gonna make it a new rule that I have to update this thing at least, like, once a month. Because if I don’t then what’s even the point? Maybe the point is that there IS NO POINT. Oooh, existential. But anyways. Let’s outline today’s lesson shall we?
1. The joys of being a 6/7th grade T.A.
2. Video games that you need to play (like I promised 800 eons ago).
3. Nicaragua, and all that it entails.
Okay, so, being a teaching assistant. My school does this annoyingly cool thing that they like to call “WLE” or Workplace Learning Experience. Basically, it means that you get to go be someone’s bitch for 10 weeks and not get paid. I looked to my old PreK – 8th to do my internship, because I love to teach. 6th and 7th grade seemed like a nice, sane age to teach for. No screaming little kids. These are practically high schoolers! Well, that worked in theory.
A lot of them were super cool, and a lot of them just reminded me of the Middle School drama that I hated so much. I mean really. You sort of assume like something has to have changed when you grow up, but it doesn’t. It’s the same old he-said-she-said-did-you-hear crap. It sort of disappointing.
I handled a lot of paperwork, and graded papers. It was super fun. There’s nothing quite like getting to be behind the red pen. You don’t know how totally rad it is until you get to do it for yourself. And then, honestly, it just makes school seem even more ridiculous. It’s what I want to do anyway.
My one T.A. nightmare story has to do with making copies. My mentor sent me off to make like 32 copies of two text book chapers (that’s like 8 pages each). Lets do the math here. That’s 32 times 8, which come out to 256 pages, give or take. Now, silly me, I forgot that these fancy, newfangled copiers have a ‘collate and staple’ option. There went my lunch and prep period. Ouch.
In the world of other internship crap: I applied for an internship at Buddyhead. I think the anxiety waiting for an answer might kill me. Cuz, really, how fucking cool would that be? Great experience, too.
Now for that video game nonsense that I promised everyone about a hundred years ago. I was probably just going to sing the praises of Stubbs the Zombie, which I now cannot for the fucking life of me get to play on my computer anymore. No great loss or anything – I torrented it. But let’s see what else I can pull out of my hat for y’all. I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate II non-stop for the past few weeks. It really is the kinds of game that grabs hold and never really lets go. Which reminds me, I still need to grab a copy of Neverwinter Nights 2 for mac, because they finally put that fucker out. Christ on a cracker, they kept pushing back the release date and I thought I was never gonna get it!
So far I have not succumb to Super Smash Brothers: Brawl like every other nerd on earth has. SSB:64 was the best, man. Call me old school, but really. Then I had a brief love affair with Heroes of Might and Magic V a few months ago, but then I got stuck on this one campaign level, and I haven’t busted it out since. RollerCoaster Tycoon 3 was disappointing. What is this sandbox bullshit! I mean, in all the other games the sandbox was challenging! You had to work your way up to getting items. Here though… they just throw them at you and it sucks. I suppose that means that, in conclusion, tonight when you’re off getting stoned in your mom’s basement and you need to pop something in to play on the computer right fast, go for anything in the forgotten realms universe. Because D&D never steered you wrong before.
In various other news, I got back from Nicaragua about a week and a half ago. I was staying in Granada with a host family as part of my school Spanish Club. We worked through the whole year, fundraising our asses off, and this was our reward. We got to go to Granada and help out with the school for disabled artists (that was the translation of their name, anyways). It was a little school that took in the physically and mentally disabled, and those with learning disabilities, and gave them art projects to do as well as basic math and grammar lessons. In the morning, they’d learn, and for the rest of the day they’d do crafts to sell. Part of the money went to keeping the school running, and the other part would go to the students so they could make a living.
Now, I walked away with a lot of things from that trip, a sunburn being only one of them. I learned that it is actually possibly for my to live out of my suitcase for two weeks (which has led to me doing an overhaul clean-out of my room), I learned more about the Nicaraguan civil war than I thought possible (god, the U.S. government are a bunch of fuckheads), and as cliché as it sounds, I learned a lot about the power of friendship. You should have seen these students when we went to leave – they were heartbroken. Our group meant so much to them, just the fact that we wanted to be friends. We treated them like people in a culture where they were social outcasts. It was really something else… I miss it a lot, honestly.
I could probably go on for another hour talking about giant cockroaches and bathing with a bucket and really nasty peeling sunburns – but I know you have better things to do. Wish me luck on my possible awesome internship, and then get out of the house and do something! Or just play some of those games I recomended. Cuz really, dude, they’re win.
Anti-Christ Supersuck, maybe?
I wonder if anyone still reads this. Probably, most likely, no. I’m sorry, but I had to go get caught up in the whirlwind of life. It’s something which happens every so often when you’re my age. People older than you always expecting you to do shit. Have a life. C’mon, what is that all about? Aha… so, yeah. I’ve been busy working, and going to school, and catching up with homework assignments, and I just generally haven’t had time to update this. I know you’re all really distressed about that, so I’ve got a new entry for you. It’s my one sentence summary of the Marilyn Manson show I saw about a week and a half ago.
Dude, that fucking sucked.
Now that we’re done with that… Time to really tell you about it! Now, to fully appreciate this story, you have to understand how big a part of my life Manson’s music has been to me. My mom bought Anti-Christ Superstar for me when I was about six, because The Beautiful People had been on MTV rotation, and I was obsessed with it. My first-grade love of Manson went away pretty fast, but was rekindled when I graduated the 6th grade and hit my WOE IS ME MALL GOTH phaze. In fact, I pretty much lived and breathed Marilyn Manson for a good year and a half. After their bassist, Jeordie White (Twiggy Ramirez) left, I was crushed. I followed his work from there, watching as he succeeded and Marilyn Manson (with new bassist Tim Skold) spiraled into complete uselessness.
Seeing “Heart Shaped Glasses,” “If I Was Your Vampire,” and Manson’s affair with miss Evan Rachel Wood (only a year older than my own girlfriend) made me sick. So, naturally, when I saw that Jeordie White was REJOINING the band, it made me even sicker. I saw they had a tour date in San Francisco. Could I do it? Could I go and see them still, after all that shit he’d put out? NOT FOR 60 BUCKS, BITCH. Screw that. Lucky for me, my mom thought it would be an excellent bonding experience, so she bought us both tickets. I was… thrilled and not thrilled. Thrilled, becasue – fuck, it was a Manson show! But less than thrilled due to the fact that I would have to watch my ex-hero parade on stage in a dress and makeup. Jeordie, you’re so much better than that. I guess money is money, though, right?
So. Alright. It’s the night of the concert, and I’m pretty psyched. I have to say that I was thoroughly impressed with the opening band, Ours. They were. Really, really amazing actually. I’m planning on buying their album as soon as I can. I was hoping that their set would set the mood for the show. Oh, how I was wrong.
Manson came on a good half-hour after the other band left. Not only was his entire set based around stolen songs from The Hunger, but he came out and fucking spun around on stage. That’s right, we weren’t supposed to be awed by his impressive songs and stage presence, we were supposed to applaude him, spinning around in a circle with his arms out, drowning in his own ego (as well as a little too much absinthe – he fell down three times during the set).
His voice was awful, his band mediocre. The man must’ve said “San Francisco!” ten times to get us to appalude, even going so far as to change his song lyrics to fit in our city’s name. It was like, dude, what the hell? Have you sunk so far as to resort to cheap stage tricks to get us to cheer you? Are you really lacking that much confidence in your song’s ability to keep me interested?
The answer, of course, being ‘yes.’
I’ll admit that I headbanged with the rest of them, screaming along to my favorite songs, but that aside? Nothing. I wasn’t moved. I just tried to make the best of what I was handed; total shit.
And that’s the epilogue, folks. If he comes to your city? Scalp your tickets, it’ll be better for you in the long run.
A Great Poet. (cross-posted, cuz I’m lazy)
Saul Williams has a new album! You should go download it, ’cause it’s free!
Oh goodness, look at all the idiots.
I will be the first to admit that my opinion doesn’t count for much. The people it does count for, obviously, read this blog. So for those and for anyone else who has ended up here by accident: here it goes.
Stupidity and ignorance in my day-to-day life will never cease to amaze me. So many people in this world are closed minded and, as a future generation of leaders, will only draw us closer to our own destruction. Case in point, a boy named Andrew in my history class the other day.
We have begun to read “A People’s History of the United States” by Howard Zinn, an internationally acclaimed author. Do you know what Andrew’s first words were when he picked up the book to look at it? “This isn’t going to have any white males in it.” Now the back of the book says, indeed, that the points of views in this book were those of women, immigrants, and african-americans, but instead of embracing this history book for being different he rejected it.
Well guess what, Andrew. The book, though citing minorities, was written by a white male. Howard Zinn, though Jewish, is a white male. I suppose that wouldn’t count though, would it, because in the mind of a 16-year-old republican all white males must also be Christian.
The next thing I knew, in my little table of four, a discussion was sparked. “Did you know that the ‘white male’ is so common that we have the hardest time getting into college?” Oh, is that so dear ignoramus’ I have to share a table with. Could it be, maybe, that our oppression of minorities is finally dying down enough that people besides white males are getting good educations? Could it possibly be that a black woman has better grades than you? A hispanic man? Maybe a korean boy, or a Filipino girl studies harder.
In my personal opinion, the white male is growing jaded, ignorant, and has gone on too long riding the waves of their own egos. Do you know why white males are getting into college less and less? They’re lazy. A white male doesn’t have to struggle in the world, or deal with racism or hate. A white male will ride the tide of privilege.
Now, I know this isn’t true for everyone. I know that a lot of white guys are probably not so well off. I also realize that the generalizations I make aren’t always appropriate, but you have to keep in mind that these rants are geared towards those generalizations. Those people who fit into boxes and stereotypes. The average assholes are the ones I can’t stand.
I sure hope The Rapture is coming, because I know one too many people who need to be judged.
For those with any shred of interest…
I am starting a creative writing blog for my creative writing class. The link is under my blogroll as well as right here.
I swear there will be a real update soon, but life is seriously kicking me in the hiney at the moment. If you’re truly devastated by my lack of posting to the world wide interweb, I suggest these things in my absence:
Music: Love (by The Beatles), Licker’s Last Leg (by Goon Moon).
Movies: Across the Universe.
Books: , said the shotgun to the head (by Saul Williams).
If all else fails, get your lazy ass off the computer and take a walk.
See Under: Stalker.
Dear person searching for “antigone slavko blog,” really needs to stop. Because it’s creepy.
Thanks,
Antigone ‘does not wish to be e-stalked’ Slavko.
P.S. Real entry will come shortly. Probably going to be a couple video game reviews. You were warned.
For a lack of anything useful…
Okay, so maybe I lied when I said I was busy writing a new post. I haven’t been busy with anything but mental breakdowns and relationship issues. But none of this is important, because this isn’t a journal it’s a blog. I’m not here to bore you to tears with the daily workings of me. Instead!
Instead you get to read one of the many poems I’ve popped out in an attempt to quench my insatiable thirst for words.
(more…)
Not Dead.
I’m not dead. A new post is on its way. I’ve just been very, very busy.
Of stupidity and good books.
I haven’t written in a month, which is really sort of depressing. I guess I’ll have to get over it. I have a lot to talk about, actually, and none of the things I have to talk about have anything to do with eachother. But you forgive me right? Of course you forgive me, you’re still reading aren’t you?
Improperly formulated opinions is the first stop on this train of though. Goodness, do I hate when people are trying to debate me on an issue and just end up sounding stupid.
First rule, don’t use profanity if you’re arguing your point. Sometimes it gets the point across, but these times are few and far between. Mostly it just makes you look like an uneducated jackass who has nothing else to say but, “ur fuckin dumb an i’m rite, k?” It’s just like… you know, I can’t even properly describe the feeling I get when I look at something like that. It’s a sort of amusement. A sad sort of amusement that makes me want to pat the offender on the head and tell them how cute they are.
Rule number two, pay attention. Please, please pay attention to the things I say if you’re going to try and argue against me. There’s nothing more tragic than making an epic point that’s been rebutted before you even said it BECAUSE you were too dumb to read/listen/telepathically absorb whatever was being said in the first place. (We’re going to ignore the fact that was a horrible run-on.)
Rule three, grammar and spelling. Now I know that not a lot of people care about this, but I’m very finick. I just can’t accept your point of view if you brutally murder it. Now I’m not saying you’re should be penalized for “I think you’re wrong; the sky isn’t bleu.” That’s a simple typo. But “i thnk ur wrong bcuz the sky obv in’t blue.” … dude, what the hell does that even mean? Oh, the stupidity is overwhelming.
Is that so hard? Really? Three simple rules. It’s all you have to follow, and I will never again ridicule you in comments. Of course, no one will read this because no one cares, but I’m coming to terms with that.
Alright beeyotches. Now for something completely different! Who’s seen the new Harry Potter movie? Raise your hand good and high so I can see it. Good, good.
What the fuck on that one, dude? I’m not a good reviewer, so I wont try to give you a good review, but really. I liked it, don’t get me wrong, but the whole times I was in the theater I kept referencing the book in my head. Which leads me to believe that if you hadn’t ever read the book you would’ve been utterly fucked watching this thing.
Also, I pray for everyone’s sake that they whip out the next two movies fast because MAN those kids are old. Daniel Radcliffe is a year older than me. That’s two years too old to play the part he’s trying to play. A 13-year-old trying to pull off 11, not hard. A 17-year-old trying to pull off 15, a little more complicated.
You know, I could actually go on for like another page about what a pain it’s been re-reading all 6 books before the 7th lands. And… you know… other stuff. But, really, I’m bored and tired and so I think I’m going to go now. Hopefully my next update will come a little faster, yeah?
