EdgarAllenPoeWoodyAllenAndCollegeWoes

I'm studying for a film final tomorrow. The theory and directors thoughts and creativity. I feel like I'm studying for my interview with Woody Allen. I know everything about him, and some stuff I really didn't need to know.

Feels good to end the semester. A huge weight has lifted off my shoulders. This semester was tough. I will never take another computer class in my life. Technology hates me, and I hate Technology. It's a great understanding. However, I feel like I did accomplish something this semester by conquering my own fear of technology. And I learned a lot. I'm proud of most of what I've done. My portfolio is well on it's way.

I have a problem and it's not even a problem that I need to face right now. My parents are thinking about moving down to SC, and I'm freaking out. My entire life has been in Upstate NY, and I always thought I was going to end up in NYC, and now I'm not so sure. A really good friend of mine is moving down there too along with her parents, and I can see myself down there. But I will not be as successful down there. Opportunities are far more realistic in the city I think. But lets not think on that right now.

Edgar Allen Poe is a artist that I respect and loath. After reading him I think dark thoughts and then I think about how he married his 13yr old cousin, and then I just think he's crazy. But it's refreshing reading something written by someone that just doesn't care about what everyone's gonna think. He just writes what he likes and fuck everyone else. That's awesome. I can't possibly completely stop thinking about what people think. I don't know why. My mother raised me to not care, but I do. And I can't stop. I always care about what my grandparents would think, not so much on what my parents will think, and that's mostly because no matter what I do, they will always accept me. It's great that I have parents that are like that. Some people don't and I feel sorry for them. I could get a disgusting tattoo on my face, and they would still tell me I'm pretty.

The part of college that I hate is the constant leaving of friends. You make so many friends and acquaintances, and in the end you end up leaving them, or they leave you and you might never see them again. I've had the luxury if doing that way too many times. And now, best friends are leaving, and I am savoring the last few days/weeks of being with them. And plans, plans are best kept for planning people.