Congratulations on changing your life!

First off, if you are going to be at krazyfest, and this is the year 2001 that you are reading this, I will be there. I will be one of the persons wearing a mississippi shirt and the back will say ginger. I will be short and fat with red hair. I would really like to talk to you but I'll probably start out the conversation by discussing something boring like a band that's playing, because I feel uncomfortable coming up with things to talk about with strangers. Regardless, we really should hang out because you will think my friends are a lot of fun.

I was doing yardwork, and I found a bag of concrete. Well, it's been forgotten and left in the rain, so the concrete mix has turned to solid concrete. Then the bag deteriorated off and now what I have is a concrete block shaped like a bag. It's real useful.

At work in our Picture Frame Shop two different people came in within thirty minutes of each other. The first wanted to buy an aluminum door. The second wanted used books. I had to explain that we really just sell picture frames to rich people.

I was just looking at my high school graduation tassle that someone tied to my computer desk. I thought "Why do I have this laying around. I am trying to get rid of all the extra filler stuff in my life/room and I still have this. I don't even believe in high school." Then I thought about how people always say "I don't believe in God." ... "Well, God believes in you!" and I saw my grandfather in some white room with a diploma and a grin saying "High School believes in you, Ginger!"

Ever since I got back from tour I've felt super-political about everything like food and magnets, and I think it's made me grouchy. I've also just suddenly realized that I'm now tired of college. The first two years were fine because I felt like I was accomplishing something. I went to college to learn about photography so I started the first semester taking every photo class I could. I learned. Now all I have left to do in photography in the next two years is my thesis. But I have to take one million courses that I don't care about now. The number one course I don't care about is two dimensional design, because every single project I've ever seen anyone do for that class looks the same. It must not be very art inspiring if every person from every class is inspired to create the same black and white ink drawing with the repeated image of a guitar pick.

So now I have to buckle down the next two years of my life to this school so that I can finish my thesis, which I could honestly do tomorrow.

Honestly, I think for most people college is a big old piece of crap. I don't believe all the movies where underpriviledged kids work really hard in school to go to a prestigious university and have their dreams come true. I believe that middle class kids will take out loans to go to a state school and get a degree in something they won't use, then eventually end up being managed health care representatives. Then they'll have a lot of student loan debt and go to TGIF's. Rich kids will go to an expensive private school and get tutored so that they can go into the pre-whatever profression that they themselves chose out of the list of three possible professions their parents approved of. "Well, yea dad, out of those options I really, really DO want to be a doctor!" I believe that poor kids will either join the army or go to community college for two years and drop out so they can work with their dad.

Did I mention that my cousin joined the army? We used to take baths together and now he's going to join the fucking army. He was taking an art class and he'd always come over to show me things like his black and white guitar pick collage he made for 2-D design. His parents talked him into joining the army, I think by telling him they were going to cancel his health insurance. My mom asked him if he really wanted to join the army and he said "All I really want to do is just go to sleep."

The real point is, why am I going to go to school for two more years to learn nothing about photography? Why am I going to go to school for two more years? Why am I not just swimming in creeks all the time?

I'm sick of having all the stuff in my room, and I want to burn it. But not bad enough to actually do it.

First off, if you are going to be at krazyfest, and this is the year 2001 that you are reading this, I will be there. I will be one of the persons wearing a mississippi shirt and the back will say ginger. I will be short and fat with red hair. I would really like to talk to you but I'll probably start out the conversation by discussing something boring like a band that's playing, because I feel uncomfortable coming up with things to talk about with strangers. Regardless, we really should hang out because you will think my friends are a lot of fun. I was doing yardwork, and I found a bag of concrete. Well, it's been forgotten and left in the rain, so the concrete mix has turned to solid concrete. Then the bag deteriorated off and now what I have is a concrete block shaped like a bag. It's real useful. At work in our Picture Frame Shop two different people came in within thirty minutes of each other. The first wanted to buy an aluminum door. The second wanted used books. I had to explain that we really just sell picture frames to rich people. I was just looking at my high school graduation tassle that someone tied to my computer desk. I thought "Why do I have this laying around. I am trying to get rid of all the extra filler stuff in my life/room and I still have this. I don't even believe in high school." Then I thought about how people always say "I don't believe in God." ... "Well, God believes in you!" and I saw my grandfather in some white room with a diploma and a grin saying "High School believes in you, Ginger!" Ever since I got back from tour I've felt super-political about everything like food and magnets, and I think it's made me grouchy. I've also just suddenly realized that I'm now tired of college. The first two years were fine because I felt like I was accomplishing something. I went to college to learn about photography so I started the first semester taking every photo class I could. I learned. Now all I have left to do in photography in the next two years is my thesis. But I have to take one million courses that I don't care about now. The number one course I don't care about is two dimensional design, because every single project I've ever seen anyone do for that class looks the same. It must not be very art inspiring if every person from every class is inspired to create the same black and white ink drawing with the repeated image of a guitar pick. So now I have to buckle down the next two years of my life to this school so that I can finish my thesis, which I could honestly do tomorrow. Honestly, I think for most people college is a big old piece of crap. I don't believe all the movies where underpriviledged kids work really hard in school to go to a prestigious university and have their dreams come true. I believe that middle class kids will take out loans to go to a state school and get a degree in something they won't use, then eventually end up being managed health care representatives. Then they'll have a lot of student loan debt and go to TGIF's. Rich kids will go to an expensive private school and get tutored so that they can go into the pre-whatever profression that they themselves chose out of the list of three possible professions their parents approved of. "Well, yea dad, out of those options I really, really DO want to be a doctor!" I believe that poor kids will either join the army or go to community college for two years and drop out so they can work with their dad. Did I mention that my cousin joined the army? We used to take baths together and now he's going to join the fucking army. He was taking an art class and he'd always come over to show me things like his black and white guitar pick collage he made for 2-D design. His parents talked him into joining the army, I think by telling him they were going to cancel his health insurance. My mom asked him if he really wanted to join the army and he said "All I really want to do is just go to sleep." The real point is, why am I going to go to school for two more years to learn nothing about photography? Why am I going to go to school for two more years? Why am I not just swimming in creeks all the time? I'm sick of having all the stuff in my room, and I want to burn it. But not bad enough to actually do it.
My AIM changed to gingermissippy for now. ginger@mosquitoinc.org