The crappiest crap that ever crapped

Just checked my bank account. I really am not good at handling money. Not at all. I splurged a bit because I got more money than I thought I would from my last P.H. paycheck, yes, but I also paid my bills and bought some ink (screw you, A&P, for killing my color cartridge) and now I have just enough in my account to ... not do a lot. That coupled with the ten dollars in my wallet needs to keep me going until Thursday. Most normal people could live on ten dollars for five days. Not I.

I have so much work to do. Scheduled to present to my English class on Thursday, so I need to get my handouts together by Tuesday at 8. Also need to decide whether I'm going to require A/V to show transparencies (I think that would be a nice touch, putting up transparencies of various comic scenes instead of photocopying them all). Then the Chem test I've been avoiding studying for on Tuesday as well. Last Anatomy Practical to deal with next week Monday (luckily it's on the brain, and I did take Neuro way back when; it's sort of like review). And, you know, FINALS.

Spent today productively, as usual. Made it up through A Game Of You in Gaiman's Sandman graphic novel series. I'm my own bloody worst enemy, I know. But I was so tired from yesterday's Project Happy session (last one until February, so all us counselors ended up staying later to clean up) that when I came in from the library this afternoon all I wanted to do was lay down and read. And two hours of reading led to tired eyes and a sleepy me. And a sleepy me lead to me not wanting to pick up my books...I have my Anatomy Applications Manual and my Chem book staring me in the face. Hard to pick them up.

Oh, I need to gripe. I suppose it makes me feel some better. I'll get it done. Just with much agony and much anguish that it's not the best I can do.

When I'm not feeling like a fish in a ever-decreasing-in-size glass fishbowl I talk less about "me-me-me" all the time, I swear.

Night Cap

I've done NOTHING. And I don't care. I'm going to sleep anyway!

Ha!

What Trent Reznor Means to Me (not in so many words)

Someone on the Fametracker Trent forum (which I discovered all of one hour ago) posted this little gem about the guy:

The difference between Trent and Robert is that at times, Robert Smith totally seems a bit tongue and cheek. As if he can laugh at himself. Trent has never demonstrated a remotest bit of a sense of humor in his music. For me, it isn't about how he lives his life/how he plays his music--it's the pretentiousness factor.

And of course, about a dozen years ago, someone said, "Trent Reznor can act like whiny all he wants. But the guy from Joy Division can tell him what real fucking pain is. (well actually he can't)." And that's the rub. The really miserable bastards of the world, lead singer of Joy Divison (whatshisanem), Kurt, etc. offed themselves--which is trully depressing or od'd themselves into oblivion. And their work usually reflects it. And it's tragic. Reznor fucking rollerblades. That leads me to my conclusion. Smith, like Morrissey, have a sly sense of humor and can laugh, even when their life is shit--so it's somewhat authentic and not totally hopeless. The only way you can be that negative--as Reznor--and still sustain is either to be a husk of a person or a total liar. So, I can't take him seriously.

And I'd call the person out on it on the forum, except that'd be talking about the forum on the forum, and that's against the rules...so I decided to stop mumbling about it and post my reply here, on my webspace. This person seems to not like NIN because Trent Reznor has been demonstrated to have fun? ::blink:: An artist who writes stuff like "Closer" and "Head Like A Hole" should never be caught wearing shorts or rollerblading, is that it? ::eyeroll::. Oh, the ::eyeroll::.

I've always thought of music, like any artform, as being a snapshot of the artist's mindset at one period of time. And some people only do things when they're in a certain frame of mind. I know the bulk of my LJ entries (especially of late) have consisted of me bitching about this that or the other. That *most* of my entries are me bitching about something. But that's only because I use this place as an outlet. I laugh, I play jokes, I act like a blinkin' retard, but chances are the individuals that peruse the pages of my journal wouldn't guess that on first glance (well, this is *me* we're talking about; that last one there should be obvious). I sort of feel the same way about Trent's lyrics and songs and such. I could go into how his interviews really make it seem like he's very similar to me in personality, what with trust issues and poor socialization skills, but that's probably bordering on bizarre and fangirl-ish, right? Okay.

Y'all don't need your artists to be all dark and brooding because that's what they write about, right?